Chapter 62 Beggar Army

The usual peace of mind in the royal manor of Fort Tovaben was gone forever. The housekeeper watched worriedly as the soldiers walked around under the grape trellis of the manor. The manor, which was originally supplied with royal wine and food, had become a barracks. The soldiers were divided into three teams outside the tent to train. Following the mercenaries' women with the camp set up a bonfire in the open space, with black pots on it, and the women stewed the collected carrots and jerky meat in the pot.

"Sir Earl, after three months of training, they basically look like soldiers." Baron Coro reported to Schwab that Schwab was inspecting the trading post with Rupert at this time. This trading post is located near the open small plain road outside the manor. It has extensive transportation. To the north is the northern territory and to the south is the wealthy Milan city-state. Rupert was very satisfied with having his own trading post in this place. He was inspired by him to come here with his goods, either selling goods or as a temporary rest place.

"Very good. The elders of the village have provided us with two thousand birch snatches, and the iron provided by Rupert has also been transported to allow the blacksmiths to start making gun heads." With the support of Prince Masimilke, Schwab's plans went very smoothly. Five thousand loose mercenaries can form a strong spear square array, and can accurately advance, attack, and retreat according to the orders during training.

"Sir Earl, the messenger of His Highness the Prince comes to ask if you can lead the troops to the lowland territory?" Bald Otto strode towards Schwab, and he shouted loudly as he walked.

"Prince?" Schwab asked.

"Yes."

"Maybe the prince is a little anxious." Baron Coro reminded that young people always lack sufficient patience, and a prince's patience is also very limited.

"Yeah, that's right, I should show our results appropriately." Schwab said to himself.

"What are you going to do?" asked Baron Coro.

"Hold a military parade." Schwab replied briefly.

“Where?”

"Outside the Fort Tuwaben, yes, just tell the prince."

When Schwab's answer was quickly replied to Prince Masimilk, he was arguing with his father. The old king still felt that Schwab was just a brag and it was unrealistic to not use knights to conquer the lowland territory. He advised his son not to be deceived by this boy from the northern territory. Prince Masimilk gradually became speechless because he had no achievements to show off. At this time, Schwab's reply made him feel extremely confident.

"Father, Lord Schwab tomorrow, will show us his achievements outside Fort Tuwaben, and he invites us to watch it together."

"What to watch?" the old king asked with a sneer.

"The righteous army of the Wang family." Prince Masimilk said excitedly.

The next morning, the old king and the prince Masimilk came to the wall of the castle early, with some court members and General Bruce accompanying them. They patiently waited for Schwab's arrival in the cold wind in the morning. Soon a strange sound came from not far away, and the sound continued to come to Tuwaben Castle from far to near.

"What sound?" the old king listened, and gradually he heard the sound of the drum, and the sound of footsteps that seemed to be shaking the earth.

"Look at the woods there." At this time, a nobleman pointed at a forest far away, and the old king and the others looked at the black and moving forest in surprise.

"Damn it, God, that's not the woods, that's the army." Although General Bruce was arrogant and rude, his long military career made him recognize that it was a gradually approaching army. What kind of army was it? They were arranged into a large square array, with spears erected in their hands like forests, and they were neatly struck by drum beats. At the four corners of the square array, there was a small square array composed of swordsmen holding big swords. On the left and right sides of the square array, a group of soldiers holding hand cannons followed closely, and a group of Husar cavalry kept running forward and behind the square array.

"Stop moving forward~~~." With the command of the sergeant, the square formation suddenly stopped moving forward, and the roaring footsteps came to an abrupt end. The sharp contrast between the loud noise and the silence left a deep impression on the old king and nobles on the city wall. They looked at the strange soldiers under the Tuwaben Fort.

"His Majesty the King, His Highness the noble Prince, and all the adults, I, Earl of Stettin, have brought you a brand new army." Schwab wore black armor, and the helmet on his head with a bunch of ostrich feathers. He rode his horse under the castle with a very stylish appearance and introduced his army to the old king and prince Masimirk and others.

"He did it, he did it." Prince Masimilk's eyes were filled with uncontrollable warm eyes. Under the castle was the beggar unit not long ago. At this time, they were no longer a group of casual civilians. After the careful training of Schwab and Mark's officers, this scattered mercenaries who had been scattered in the past had grown into soldiers bound by discipline. Although their clothes were still as worn as ever, they held their heads high and held the spear in their hands tightly, and looked solemn and strong like knights.

"Wow~~~, it's really good." Just as people were shocked by the large square array in front of them, a harsh sound came from beside them. General Bruce clapped his hands, but there was a sarcastic sense of face.

"My dear General Bruce, what do you think of this?" the old king stretched out his finger and pointed to the square formation under the castle and said to General Bruce.

"My honorable Majesty, I have joined the military since I was eighteen, and then fought for the royal family at the age of thirty. It can be said that I still have some experience on the battlefield." General Bruce took the opportunity to show off his military achievements, and the old king nodded frequently to agree.

"Well, we all know that you have made great contributions, but what does this have to do with Lord Schwab's army?" Prince Masimilk became more and more disgusted with General Bruce, and he interrupted General Bruce's show-off.

"Yes, my Majesty, these achievements are insignificant in the face of your nobility. I mean, can these soldiers win the war by showing off their appearance? I don't think so. War is more endurance than who has stronger endurance, who is more eager for honor and victory, and who has more courage to fight. Therefore, only noble and honorable knights are the masters of the battlefield, not, not these lowly beggars." General Bruce laughed without any concealment. His words were heard by the mercenaries under the castle, and the mercenaries looked indignant on their faces, but they could not refute his words. After all, this was a tradition that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

"Don't underestimate them." Prince Masimilk said. Having seen the power of Schwab's hand artillerymen, he had keenly realized that the knights' era would face challenges.

"Okay, I understand what General Bruce you mean." said the old king.

"Yes, my king." General Bruce bowed and took a step back, and he still looked at the soldiers and Schwab under the castle with contempt.

"My general, my general does not believe in your army, of course it is understandable. The army you trained has no achievements to block people's mouths. If you can lead them to take the Lowland territory for my son, then I promise you and your soldiers will win people's respect."

"Of course, this is my wish." Schwab, who was so angry, nodded firmly to agree with the king's statement.

"Okay, then I will accept your order as the Eagle Warriors." The old king saw the eagle flag held by the young servant William behind Schwab, and then continued, "I appointed you as the general of this group, and my son is the commander. You can take this team to the Lowland Territory, and I grant you this right."

"Yes, thank you Your Majesty." Schwab saluted the king immediately.

"Oh, oh, oh~~~~." Behind Schwab, the soldiers of the Eagle Warriors held their spears high and shouted loudly, and the shocking sound made the earth shake.

"Your Highness, have you seen it? The Purmen Bruces rebuilt the legion." In a corner tower in the castle where you can see the whole situation, two pairs of eyes were staring at this scene in a staring blankly. They were Prince Philip of the Bruce Kingdom and the Duke of Butale.

"I saw it, my friend." Prince Philip frowned. The rebuilding of the Kingdom of Pumbruce was not good news.

"But there is nothing to worry about. Look, their so-called legion is actually composed of a group of civilians. It's ridiculous to see that they only have some light cavalry and even knights." The Duke of Butale mocked everyone, but Prince Philip had a dark face and did not speak.

"My friend, you see a group of beggars, but I see an army." Prince Philip spoke the words that later historians quoted countless times. This was also the first impression that the Eagle Warriors led by Schwab appeared before people. But soon after, the kings, dukes and governors of the entire continent of Dias will be shocked by such a beggar army. Countless knights will return in front of this beggar army, the strong castle will lie at their feet, the blood of countless enemies will dye their spears red, and countless achievements and glory will be added to them.
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