Section 21 Armistice talks

Princess Sari, who was the prince of Ruvid, followed Schwab and found that the noble had many novel inventions. The delicious bacon alone was discovered that it was not only the nobles and officers who could enjoy it, but even ordinary soldiers carried this bacon with them. The bacon was cut into strips and put into a long cloth bag sewn with linen.

"Why put this bacon into a bag?" Shari asked Schwab curiously, and she followed Schwab to inspect the soldiers of the Mark Legion together.

"Because this will be very convenient to use, just squeeze a little out when using it, cut it off and cook it in a stew pot, and you can get a good pot of broth."

"Line." On an open space, the spearmen of the Mark Legion conducted daily training under the leadership of the sergeant. The soldiers holding spears arranged in the queue, and the drums beat the drums of the little drummers, and they suddenly advanced and retreated. The cooperation between them was very tacit.

"Why don't you let the soldiers train for fighting? Can you train brave soldiers when walking around like this?" Sari asked in confusion. The training between the Ruvids was in the fighting arena, naked and then fighting with round shields and wooden sticks. It trained the proficiency and courage of any melee weapons, even among the nobles in the south, and the same is true for training soldiers. However, this noble named Schwab just asked the soldiers to walk around with spears when training soldiers. Although they were neat and beautiful, how could they train brave soldiers? This training method could be done by a serf with a low bloodline.

"What I need is not a brave soldier who rushes to death, but a soldier who can follow the requirements of the array and never leave his position under any circumstances."

"It's just like a piece of wood, haha." Sari said, perhaps because she thought of the looks of a group of wooden soldiers, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"That's right, haha." Schwab nodded. The soldiers of the square formation advocated not personal bravery, but overall coordination and teamwork. Each individual is a whole part.

"Of course a few people will win if they hit one person. I don't believe that this array will defeat us Ovids." Sari said in disbelief, and Schwab could not explain this difference in the concept of war.

In the tent of King Regod of the King of the Ruewed, two wet warriors were standing there, with a fresh salty smell of sea water on their bodies, and some green seaweed was stained on the shoulders of one of the warriors, which indicated that they had just crossed the sea.

"Aren't you guardians of the royal court? Why did you come here?" King Ruigede asked in surprise.

"Sorry, my king, we have something urgent to do, so we have left our responsibilities to inform you." The Ruvid warrior looked tired and said to King Regod.

"What happened?" King Ruigede sat on the chair and frowned. If nothing unexpected happened, the guardians of the royal court would not have left their duties.

"Your cousin, the brutal Ferrodel, has launched a rebellion, and he has assembled a group of villains trying to usurp your power and position among the OVID."

"What?" King Regod stood up in shock after hearing this. The Fiordell, who had been exiled to the tip of the Arctic, actually rebelled while the king was on the expedition.

"Their men have conquered the north castle and are using their resources and manpower to come all the way to the royal court."

"Go and call General Sauron." King Regod said to his Royal Guard of Vaid.

"Your Majesty, call me." A moment later, General Sauron, led by the Royal Guard of Oveid, came to the tent of King Regod.

"General Sauron, my cousin of the troublemaker rebelled, and he had captured the North Castle."

"Ferodel, the brutal? We thought he had no such power anymore, but how did he escape from Hell Island."

"This is not the point, the point is that they are still getting closer to the royal court."

"What should we do about the war here? Retreat like this will lead to people mistakenly thinking that we are the losers." Sauron said, and his worries were not unreasonable. In ancient times, wars were all based on morale, and the troops that suffered defeat would collapse due to low morale.

"We need peace talks, let's talk with the Southerners, but there is only a lack of an opportunity."

"Well, Your Majesty. Isn't the princess still in the hands of the southerners? I am willing to go to the southerners' camp to discuss with them the redemption of the princess."

"You mean to propose a truce with the opportunity of redemption of Sari."

"That's right."

"Well, I appointed you as the messenger. Remember that we have not had much time left. We can calculate the grudges between us and the Southerners in the future, and now we will deal with Phelodell first."

"Yes, I really didn't expect that the traitor among the southerners we always thought would be a trap. If it weren't for this, we would have held a celebration banquet long ago."

"Take this letter to Duke Han Ruowei, whether the traitor is real or not, we can't use him anymore. Take this letter as a bargaining chip for peace talks." King Regod took out the handwritten letter with Yas stamp and handed it to Sauron.

"Yes, your Majesty."

General Sauron put the letter in his arms. He sorted out his armor, pulled his bearskin shawl, and then stepped on a maroon war horse. Two Royal Guards of Ruovey also rode on horses, one of whom held a crow emblem flag. They left the camp and ran all the way to the camp of Duke Han Ruowei.

"Master Schwab, Duke Hanruowei is invited." While Schwab was talking about logistics with bald Otto in his tent, a Duke Hanruowei's personal knight came to his tent and conveyed the Duke's call to Schwab.

"Duke?" Schwab felt very strange. Did the Ruvids attack? He followed the knights toward the Duke's tent, while the princess Sari was left in his tent.

"Roveid?" Standing outside the Duke's tent, four knights and the Royal Guards of the Ruveid, Schwab felt strange that it was the messenger of the Ruveid, because one of the Ruveid's Royal Guards held a Ruveid flag.

"You are here, Lord Schwab." In the tent of Duke Hanrowei, the general of the Ruwiddie, Duke Hanrowei and Earl of Baden sat around the wooden table. The Earl of Baden said to him happily when he saw Schwab walking into the tent.

"This is the newly-canoned Earl of Stettin, your princess is his captive." Duke Hanruowei pointed at Schwab and said.

"Hello Count." Sauron looked at the black armor on Schwab and recognized that it was the knights who led the spearmen on the battlefield. Although the spearmen were not as combative as swordsmen and pedestrian knights, the forest-like spear made the Ruvids look like facing a hedgehog that could not be snatched, and beat the Ruvids to the end.

"Hello General." Schwab nodded to General Sauron out of courtesy, and Schwab sat opposite him. The main figures of the war gathered in the tent of Duke Hanrowei.

"Then, let's start the negotiations," said Duke Han Ruowei. Before Schwab came, the two sides had already discussed the main content of the peace talks. Now it was time to talk about prisoners of war. The most important one was of course the princess of the royal family of Ruovid. As Schwab's prisoner, only Schwab had the right to make the stay and leave, so he was invited to this important peace talks.

"Mr. Schwab, we are willing to exchange the freedom of the princess for eight thousand silver stakes." Soren directly quoted the price without saying a word. The eight thousand silver stakes were one-third of the gains of the plunder of the Ruvedes, but for King Ruvedes, as long as he could exchange his daughter for his own daughter, the money was worth it.

"Okay, I agree." Schwab had no objection after hearing this. The money had been enough for him to use for a while, but he felt a little reluctant. The enthusiastic and cheerful Sari was like a resurrected Marty, but Schwab knew that the release of Sari was the guarantee of the peaceful armistice treaty and he could not have any objection.

"Very good, I suggest a drink for our peace, General Sauron." Earl Baden said loudly.

When the princess Sari was invited to Duke Hanrowei's tent, General Sari was already waiting anxiously. Sari saw Sari showing an unexpected look in the tent, and General Sari hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to Sari.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm here to rescue you now."

"I didn't want you to come?" Sari said impatiently, as if Sauron had come a lot.

"Hey?" Sauron didn't know what Sari meant. He showed an angry expression and stared at Schwab hard as if saying that the noble princess of the Ruvids had been treated unfairly.

"Uh?" Schwab was also dizzy. What does this mean?

"Please rest assured that the Queen Princess, we will leave here immediately and return to your fellow countrymen."

"No, I don't want to go back." Sari shook her head and refused to go back.

"What? I heard it right." Soren thought that these southerners had used some magic on the princess, so that the noble princess did not want to return to the people of Ruvid.

"It's great here. You can eat very delicious bacon and many new things. By the way, do you know? They have a very interesting picture game here, called, what's the name?" As Sari tilted her head and thought about it carefully, the Earl of Baden beside her rushed to say.

"Dig a hole."

"That's right, it's just digging a pit. I've never seen such an interesting game. It's much more fun than riding a horse and hunting." Schwab didn't expect that when he was discussing logistics with bald Otto, Koro and Liugudi pulled Sari to dig a pit together because of insufficient numbers. This time, the princess who had never seen cards had been trapped in the pit. Schwab really smiled bitterly. He really didn't know whether to thank them or complain about their troubles.
Chapter completed!