Chapter 241 [Chen Xiaolian’s Army] (Part 2)

On the way back, some cavalry gave up their horses, and many of them were immediately covered with spoils.

The mercenaries were obviously much more powerful, but Chen Xiaolian felt a little uncomfortable.

There are less than half of the 100 people I brought out.

"You will have new subordinates." Merlin comforted Chen Xiaolian: "I think you are qualified to be a centurion, and I will explain this to King William."

Chen Xiaolian glanced at the team of prisoners who had dragged a long string of old people behind. These guys tied their hands with ropes, just like a string of candied haws, and pulled them a long way.

The mercenaries also walked up from time to time and kicked them out with their might.

No one around stopped this, and some Norman Legion people were still laughing.

The Taylorfo was even more arrogant. He sat on the horse, and the blood on his armor was deliberately wiped off. He looked dirty, but instead took off his helmet and let his hair flutter in the wind.

This guy was singing something loudly, in a singing manner, like a bard.

I walked back for a whole day and a half. It was not until the evening of the next day that I finally returned to Muzhai.

Cavalry came out to respond in the Norman camp and led the army that had returned from victory and triumphant return to the camp.

Chen Xiaolian saw King William again, which made him feel a little relieved. King William was safe and sound. It seems that there has been no beheading and assassination incident during the past few days after he left.

There was still a cloth strip on the thigh of the spare tire, in fact, he had used therapeutic agents. The wound had grown, but it was deliberately tied to the cloth strips on it to avoid paying attention.

The three of them each got a war horse. They were given up by other cavalrymen. On the horse, Chen Xiaolian and the other two were able to rank alongside Merlin and Taylorfo.

When they entered Muzhai, they were greeted by the cheers of Norman soldiers.

King William stood up and walked out, and brought a group of generals under his command to express his joy.

Without even saying anything else, King William asked Chen Xiaolian and the other two to kneel on the ground, drew out their swords, and put them on the shoulders of the three of them in full view of the crowd, and performed a ceremony of enthronement.

Chen Xiaolian and the other two have been officially named Knights.

They were given separate tents, each able to pick two attendants in the Norman Legion.

At the same time, they have the power to enter the commander's tent and participate in military discussions.

...

In the big tent, Merlin described the battle in front of all the generals.

He was very honest. He not only told the fact that he had taken the wrong path and almost failed, but also paid great attention to praising Chen Xiaolian and others.

After hearing this, King William walked down, walked to Chen Xiaolian, and looked at the three of them: "I was very surprised! I was also very surprised! You are my biggest gain this time! The best warriors should serve the king! I have great expectations for you! In the future battles, if you continue to perform outstandingly, then after entering London, I will not be stingy with giving you higher rewards, and there are more fiefs!

By the way, Knight Garen and two other knights, now you can choose your fiefdom!”

manor?

Chen Xiaolian suddenly felt a little funny.

What do you want to do in the fiefdom? Anyway, the mission is completed, and the other three will leave.

but……

Seeing William waved to his servant and brought in a rough and simple map of England.

Chen Xiaolian took a look at the tire spare tire, and both of them were a little funny.

"Choose yourself!" King William laughed: "You can choose bigger!! I believe you will make greater contributions! After entering London, you may become lords or even barons! At that time, you will need more fiefdoms anyway. Choose now!"

Chen Xiaolian pointed to a location on the map: "So... is this place OK?"

King William glanced at it and was a little confused.

He originally thought that Chen Xiaolian would choose a port near the seaside or land near the dock... which place is richer, and there are also the receipts brought by the dock.

However, Chen Xiaolian chose an inland position.

"This is..." King William is obviously very unfamiliar with this place.

"Manchester." Chen Xiaolian smiled slightly: "I think this name is good and the place is also good."

King William was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Marchist! OK! I like this name! This place belongs to you! If you have enough merits after the war, then the land will be more! Larger!"

After a pause, King William pointed at Chen Xiaolian and the other two: "From now on, you are not knights from Demacia! I officially named you... the three knights from Manchester!!"

Chen Xiaolian and the other two were strange in their hearts, but they all immediately lowered their heads to express their gratitude.

"Also! The warriors should become the commander!" King William said quickly: "You already have the status of a Norman Legion warrior, and you have shown excellent command ability in this battle. Then, Mr. Garen, you have been promoted to centurion now! Your two brothers will become your deputy!"

As he said that, he looked back at Meilin: "Melin!"

"My king, what are your instructions?"

"A hundred people were allocated from the Legion to let my Manchester Knights lead! I look forward to seeing more of their performance in future wars!"

"Okay. Your will will be executed without fail, my king!" Merlin nodded.

"Uh..." Chen Xiaolian suddenly said: "I have a request, Your Majesty."

"Tell me, my knight!" King William seemed to be in a very good mood.

"I think the mercenaries who followed me this time have good combat power, and..." Chen Xiaolian smiled and said, "I have already directed them to use it, so I want to..."

King William immediately understood and nodded: "Okay. I allow you to recruit them to become your soldiers, but... mercenaries may not be willing to become professional soldiers, you can solve this yourself. I will not interfere with you. If there is a shortage of numbers, let Merlin allocate personnel from the legion! Before the next battle, your 100-man team must be full!"

Next is a celebratory cocktail party.

The nobles moved in some wine barrels and some meat. The noble officers shared food and drink. From time to time, people came over to clink glasses with Chen Xiaolian and the other three.

First, their strength was recognized by these generals, and secondly, it was obvious that King William appreciated these three upstarts very much, anyway, those who invaded England with King William would become English nobles in the future. To be precise, they were all future upstarts, so everyone did not have any dislikes between each other.

Chen Xiaolian and Tire spare tire had a big meal, and then after the cocktail party, the three left the coach's tent.

Among the more than forty mercenaries, one-third of them were unwilling to become professional soldiers... They were not uncommon about becoming soldiers of the Norman Legion. After taking away their trophy, they went back to the mercenary camp.

Only twenty-eight people expressed their willingness to stay and follow Chen Xiaolian.

What surprised Chen Xiaolian was that his big head actually stayed!

"I think following the master will definitely be prosperous! You are the bravest warrior I have ever seen!" Big head flattered without any concealment.

After a pause, he looked around with a slight look and lowered his voice: "I heard from my friend that King William has given you a large piece of land! I think you need some clever subordinates to rule your territory after the war. Master, I..."

Chen Xiaolian smiled and patted his head: "Then I accept you staying... I hope you can live until after the war! And... If you are lazy and hide in the next battle, I will throw you out with my own hands."

Merlin was very helpful. He personally selected eighty soldiers from the Norman Legion and brought them to Chen Xiaolian.

The eighty soldiers were all good strong men, and they didn't use the old, weak and disabled to make up the numbers.

Obviously, Meilin is giving Chen Xiaolian a favor.

"From now on, you will enjoy the treatment of the Norman Legion. Your food and equipment can be provided for free, but... it is best not to waste your equipment. We are a guest army and are in short supply. If your weapons and equipment are damaged, I do not guarantee that you will be replenished immediately."

The twenty-eight mercenaries also wore the Norman Legion's payment, had a relatively decent linen robe, and some small team leaders, and obtained leather armor.

"You should name your team." Meilin reminded Chen Xiaolian: "Your team should have a loud name! Now you are just knights. When you become generals in the future and have your own legion, the name of your army should make all enemies frightened."

The name of the army?

Chen Xiaolian was stunned at first, then quickly looked at the tire spare tire. The three of them laughed tacitly.

"We are the Cavaliers of Manchester, so our Centenarians are called...

Manchester United!”

"March 2016?" Merlin smiled: "A good name! I hope your names will become Manchester Legion in the future."

"...Believe me, Manchester United, this name is already brilliant enough." Chen Xiaolian smiled faintly.

I added a sentence in my heart: Even if it is a thousand years later.

...

In the valley.

The smell of blood has been blown away by the wind.

There are still bright red blood stains on the ground.

At the entrance of the valley, there were many sharp branches cut down on the ground, and each of them was a cut down head!

"It's really... miserable."

A thin middle-aged man stood at the entrance of a valley, holding a silk handkerchief in his hand, covering his nose lazily.

He was wearing something that looked like a leather vest... This was a protective suit!

Right beside him, a blond woman, tall and toned, wearing medieval armor, but extremely gorgeous. She also had a big bow with a strange shape on her back, a short sword hanging around her waist, looking at the head all over the ground with her cold eyes.

"Our opponents are doing a good job."

The middle-aged man smiled faintly: "I bet there must be game participants among them. Dear, guess who it will be? Awakening, or a player like us?"

"No matter who he is, if you meet him, kill him." The blonde woman narrowed her eyes.

"It's really helpless."

The middle-aged man curled his lips: "To be honest, if you can choose, I really don't like being in Harold's camp. I heard that King William is a bit cuter."
To be continued...