Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 127 Returning with a full load, a big military parade
The tranquility of the night was broken by Roel and his men, and the safe cellar was emptied, making the territory even worse in spring. On this day, the legend of a legendary rogue permeated Bretonnia.

According to one of the victimized noble ladies, it was a huge mouse, his servant, who was small, terrifying, but full of strength, and just knocked unconscious with his long pole like a shepherd's crutch own.

Later, someone said that he could use magic to open the door lock, break through the walls of the castle, fly over the walls, walk up the river on foot, and empty the food of dozens of people by himself.

After a period of time, a lot of imitators of the grand thieves suddenly appeared. Some did well, some were arrested and imprisoned, and some were found to be the lords who enriched their own pockets and blamed the rat thieves.

But for the adventurers in the camp today, there are only five trucks, and those who go to time and space will be full when they come back. The people in the camp are amazed at this kind of magic, but they only call it "trading" to the outside world.

The people who really participated probably also paid the hush money, after all, they were their own people, and they didn't silence them.

When beans, cod, meat, spices and so on are mixed and boiled into a pot, such "deliciousness" is simply outrageous for adventurers who camp in the wild.

Looking at the person who wiped the bottom of the pot with bread and ate with relish, Roel just made another pot silently.

As the saying goes, if the neighbor saves food, I save guns, and the neighbor is my granary. Raise a knight for a while, and use a knight for a day.

Sitting in the camp, Roel wondered if it would be possible to bring a wave of wool to the sheep, to add a condition of how much food a person would give them to the lords' invitation to join the war, and to increase their operational efficiency.

But Roel is also very clear that for the lord, the wool comes from the sheep, and I am afraid that the lack of food in the end will still fall on the peasants in the collar.

Heartache is heartache, he is not the Virgin, not to mention destroying the territory of the vampire count is also for the farmers of Bretonnia, for the benefit of one party.

Just treat it as food requisition, a hooligan who doesn't live in this world can't get along.

When a bowl of stew was eaten with bread, Roel let out a sigh of white mist and lay comfortably on the ground, looking at the starry sky in Bretonnia, his thoughts drifted to thinking whether there was war in the starry sky.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, in the distant direction, the light of a signal bomb suddenly exploded in the starry sky. It was his specially made fireworks, and it also meant that the castle of the Earl of Vampire, a few kilometers away, had begun to be attacked by green skins!
Too fast, shouldn't it be four days?It's only been a day and a half. If I was getting food by normal means, the troops might be short of supplies!
Roel looked into the distance. He really wanted to go over to confirm the specific situation, how many greenskins there are now, and how the battle is going, but the more important thing at this moment is to inform. He should be able to barely reach the castle before dawn by rushing all night. There are related preparations.

When he woke up Miss Mule who was sleeping in the camp, he began to rush to the castle overnight, passing through the moonlight and the narrow road. He traveled very quickly alone, but the speed of troop assembly and march was much slower than that of adventurers.

After turning a few intersections and crossing a few creeks, the castle is in front of us, and the sky is foggy and bright.

Roel quickly entered the castle, and saw Lord Nok who was about to mount his horse and patrol.

"It's about to start, I'm going to sleep for a while, I have to go before the afternoon, they are much faster than expected."

Nock immediately understood, and informed the clerk, the consul, and the accompanying knights about it.

"The war is about to begin!"

Nock's words activated what the officials and knights had been preparing for a long time. The food already in the castle, the horses, and the blacksmiths were all preparing.

You can make as many semi-finished ironware as you can, and bring all the usable things.

At the same time, in the lands of Lord Nok, such behavior quickly turned into a whole realm preparing for war, soldiers donning their armor and peasants carrying their shields.

During this period of time, they were also conducting basic military training for farmers. To be honest, preparations for war were swallowing gold beasts. The money earned from the opening of the territory to commerce was spent on gunpowder and agricultural vacancies for training farmers.

But at this moment, it has a slight effect. The peasants lined up in a rare row, surrounded by 15 knights on horses and their 30 attendants. In the front are two knights of the kingdom, wearing a full set of plate armor, with beautiful gilded edges embedded in the Above, it looks like a tiger and a tiger.

Behind the knight was the smell of gunpowder, bombs, firearms, 13 elite sharpshooters, three mortars, black iron and fine steel gleaming in the sun, which made people frightened.

Lord Nok was surrounded by several equestrian attendants, white handmade artificial flowers were sprinkled from the heights of the castle, and the battle flag was waving in the air.

Women were waving to the men, children looked at their fathers adoringly, and cheers and anticipation filled the place, for the men were told that the wicked and dreadful castle would be crushed by the knights of Nork who brought them peace.

The merchants came out of the houses, adjusted their hats, and looked at this army of about 500 people in surprise, even if they traveled across Bretonnia, they rarely saw such an army.

On the same day, the merchants offered many things to the castle.

The fireworks made by Roel radiated from the sky, and the flames went up against the sky, and there was a roar. Some people said that the thunder from the sky was invited, and some businessmen marveled that it was the power of black powder.

The gorgeous fireworks draw various colors in the sky, even though it is not clear during the day, even the knights are still surprised.

The bards record the appearance at this moment, and prepare to spread this story to the end of the world.

On the castle, Roel took Alimara and Ryan to look down from the highest window.

He asked the girl with great interest. "how do you feel?"

Alimara swallowed. "Is this really a human army?"

Roel nodded. "This is the human army. It is not composed of supermen like Holy Grail Knights. Black powder, refined iron, and order are the foundation of human civilization."

But Ryan just stared at the marching of the knights, his eyes full of admiration.

Ten thousand viewers have ten thousand kinds of Hamlet. In the eyes of teenagers, the knights are the protagonists.

cried Roel. "Okay, let's go down, we are about to set off, and let the green skins and vampires pay their debts with blood."

"For Taal, and for the Lady of the Lake."

Like a teacher and a comrade-in-arms, he led the two of them down the castle, changed into horses behind them, and walked out of the city.

They joined the large army from the side gate of the castle. Roel naturally rode a mule in front of the firearms troop, Alimara followed him, and Ryan was next to Lord Nok.

The sound of horses’ hoofs stepping on the stone road makes people excited, and the light of swords and armor shows their strength...

But he didn't notice that there was an extra number in the lower right corner of his system.

[Currently there are 658 troops, 342 people are still short of unlocking the technology. 】

(End of this chapter)