Chapter 33: The Bernese family comes to surrender

If the person who was most disappointed after Schwab regained the town of Stedene was Baron Berney. This guy who was not inferior to Baron Bank, was now like a wolf trapped in a cage, anxiously in his own manor. His servant always heard him muttering to himself in the already neurotic baron. The words such as impossible, the heavy pressure and fear of Schwab actually made the baron show symptoms of irritability. More than one servant angered the baron because of trivial matters, and the sound of whipping on the flesh in the courtyard could always be heard.

"I will summon my knights to eliminate those damn invaders in the wilderness. I am not a coward, not those damn cowards~~~." Baron Bernie drove his wife and children out of the door in his room, and then immersed himself in his own consciousness. Some people may think that the baron's collapse was too fast, but you must know that Schwab sent out his vanguard troops to continuously attack and occupy the territory of the Bernie family, remove their posts, and burn down the farmhouses in the Baron's territory. The Baron's recruitment troops often had no intention of fighting, and basically collapsed at once. A series of failures finally forced the baron into a desperate situation. The fear of death made him often wake up in his sleep. The sound of his awakening from his nightmare made the servants frightened.

"Mother, what should I do? The enemy has attacked our manor quickly, and our defense is useless?" The Baron's son in armor was covered in mud. His face was heroic and his long golden hair was draped over his shoulders. After the Baron did not see anyone, the son of the family took on the role of leader, but he was inexperienced and often needed to discuss with his mother.

"Our troops cannot stop the army of Count Stedetin. Now even the town merchants are on their side, and the nobles have abandoned us. We are like lone wolves on the grassland, facing a tiger and a group of jackals." Baron Bernie's wife stood in the courtyard and looked at the washed ground, with some blood on it. She was helpless with her husband's abnormality, but now she has to help her son deal with powerful foreign enemies.

"You call that invader an Earl?" Baron Bernie's son held the hilt with his left hand in grief and slapped hard on the column with his right hand. Even the knights would retreat from the attacks launched by the terrifying spearmen. This feeling of powerlessness made him angry and annoyed.

"Child, that man deserves this title. In ancient language, isn't the so-called Count just a powerful leader who can control a province?"

"But?"

"And what reason do we have to doubt? Don't forget that Stocking County is the fief of Duke Han Ruowei after all. It was because this county was unmanaged for a long time, which caused the situation today. I do not exclude this count."

"Mother, the count you praised is attacking us."

"Yes, your father incited the town merchants to oppose the count. I knew he would fail. Although this was not what a wife should say, I did not object to him and used my family's connections and influence."

"I know that your father is the founder of the Town Merchant Council, and of course that is my grandfather."

"Because I also want to know the Count's abilities."

"tolerance?"

"Treat the merchants who resisted him, the count did not use bloody massacre, but instead released those people tolerantly." Berney's wife Raisa walked into the flowers and looked down at the blooming flowers. Raisa's calm attitude made her son relax a lot, listening quietly to her mother's political wisdom.

"Isn't that his weakness?" Baron Bernie's son said for granted. You must know that this is a common concept in this era. If the person who attempts to murder him is not killed, then people will say that this person is weak and powerless and has no masculine spirit.

"Ha, child, that's for a weak man, a strong man's tolerance, doesn't feel weak, look at Baron Bank and his Oshevik Castle."

"This." Raisa's words made her son beat her. Indeed, if Schwab was a weak man, how could he force the powerful Earl of Bank to commit suicide? The unshakable Fort Oshevik was in the hands of this Earl.

"So, we can no longer wait for the enemy to defeat the manor and surrender. Our family still has great influence in Stockingshire. If this Count hopes to rule this county smoothly, it still needs our strength."

"So well, sir, mother, I will send someone to contact this Count immediately."

"No, kid, we don't have much political chips anymore, you go in person." Raisa said to her son.

"I?"

"Yes, don't be afraid. I am your mother and will not harm you. Don't worry, this count has not had such a stigmatized precedent as killing the messenger."

"So well, my beloved mother, I will set out immediately." Baron Bernie's son followed his mother's advice and immediately led several followers, riding horses and flags towards Schwab's troops.

"Go to it~~~." Not far from the Baron Bernie Manor, Baron Bernie's subordinates were organizing defenses. They formed an array, led by the family knights, and rushed towards Schwab's vanguards. These vanguards were composed of Skeleton Guards Cavalry, Husar Cavalry and a spear phalanx. The spear phalanx slowly pressed over to the Baron Bernie's troops from the rugged hills, while the Skeleton Guards Cavalry steadily escorted the left wing, while the Husar Cavalry

He was very flexible and sometimes reconnaissance in front of the formation, sometimes running to a position less than a hundred yards away from his opponent, throwing the short javelin in his hand towards the Baron's army, and occasionally irritating the emotions of the Baron's knights. Finally, these rough knights were angry. They stepped up their horses and cursed the despicable Marks, chasing the Husar cavalry from behind, but these light cavalry immediately turned their horses and fled far away, with the heavy armored knights, who could not catch up with them at all.

"This is the army of that count, it's so despicable." Baron Bernie's son stood outside the battlefield and watched the battle. Seeing the Marks' fighting method of shooting with long-range weapons and then running away from afar, he couldn't help but curse, but then he could no longer scold him.

The spearmen suddenly divided into vanguards, centers, and guards, and attacked the Baron's troops in three sections. These soldiers holding super spears were not afraid of the knights carrying heavy armor. They slapped the baron's troops like waves, and recruited infantrymen to attack this position that was far away from their troops just now, but now they quickly broke into their own. This sudden attack made these farmers who were still farmers completely unable to adapt. The spears stabbed into the human body bloody. The spearmen roared and roared loudly, which made the farmers pale, and soon the dense formations scattered. At this time, the Husar cavalry waved their scimitars and chased the deserters tightly.

The family knights also attempted to counterattack, but some of them were stabbed to the ground by the spearmen. At this time, the skeleton guards slowly approached the knights with heavy horse hooves. After a certain effective range from the knights to charge, they immediately clamped the carriage rifles at the knights to charge. The balance was made, and the sharp carriage rifles at the top suddenly pierced the knights' bodies and penetrated the hot-forged armor. The strength of the charge caused the knights to collapse instantly. The falling knights screamed. One of the legs of a knight was still wrapped in stirrups. The frightened horse dragged the poor knight to run around the battlefield.

"Let's go, we'll meet that Count immediately." The son of the pale-faced baron had to admit that the Count's army was simply a sophisticated murder machine. He couldn't understand why it was also a nobleman, and his father's army was like a scattered sand. Except for some elite family knights, there was almost no army that could resist.

Schwab was in Fort Oshvedo at this time, and he no longer needed to lead the troops in person. His Sir Koro and Sir Liugudi led the vanguard to attack the hostile Baron Bernie, Bald Otto and Captain Karen led another part of the army to appease the local gentry everywhere, and attack the robbers who took advantage of the war and troubled waters to maintain the security of the county. Srik explained Schwab's policies to the monastery as a diplomat. Schwab was still very awe of these religious forces, after all, religion in this era was almost

In all people's lives, stupid farmers and citizens would rather believe in the so-called holy things of the church than in the science. Even Schwab's faithful army, the Mark Legion, before each battle, someone would pray to God. Even Schwab was considering whether to increase the position of the priest in the army. Of course, appropriate religion could ease the tension of the soldiers and negative thoughts after the war. However, these pastors Schwab should consider it in his own hands, and Lao Lauke was suitable for recruiting and training such priests.

"Sir Earl, someone outside the castle was wearing the flag of Baron Bernie to ask for an audience with you." A guard reported to Schwab.

"Barne Bernie, is it coming to seek peace? It seems that Sir Korrow and the others are fighting well?" Schwab thought for a while, but it was faster than expected. The other families did not make any noise in the process. Could it be that they were preparing to watch the fire from the other side?

"Great Earl, I am the son of Baron Bernie, Sir Gazi." A heroic knight stood before Schwab with neither humility nor arrogant attitude, and saw what he continued to say shocked Schwab, "I surrender to you on behalf of the Berney family and beg for your mercy."
Chapter completed!