Black Iron Crown

As the night falls, the refreshing evening breeze blows slowly, skipping over the treetops, and the branches and leaves that have just taken out some buds rustle.

They had just marched for about twenty kilometers when it became dark.

So Leiner ordered the army to set up camp. His own army strictly followed the regulations of the code of conduct. The camp was arranged in a very reasonable way and extended in all directions. Hundreds of sentries took turns guarding the post and patrolling regularly.

The armies of the vassals camped around the Leiner army, but in the final analysis, they still could not avoid the common problems of the feudal army.

The guards were lax and disorganized.

Rainer's mood has not been very good. Among his twenty-five vassals, four deserters have appeared.

This is not a big deal, Baron Azak, whom he has always valued the most, is also among them, which makes him very uncomfortable.

Sarang lifted the curtain of the tent, and walked in with a pile of thick warm clothes and bedding. Although the weather has entered spring, the temperature at night is still a bit cold.

Seeing the 14-year-old squire making the bed for himself and then standing up, Reiner finally felt a little comforted in his heart.

At the same time, another wave of dissatisfaction welled up in my heart.

"You put all your sons here. Your family obviously has a bright future, so why don't you believe that I can win?" Reiner gritted his teeth, feeling depressed even with his emotions.

After laying out the quilt, Sarang saluted Reiner and walked out of the tent.

The child has been depressed for the past few days after learning that his father had betrayed the Earl, perhaps because of guilt, or perhaps...

Reiner couldn't tell the reason for this, and then he smiled bluntly: "Maybe you want to draw a line with me?"

With these wild thoughts, Leiner lifted the quilt and lay on the camp bed. The flickering firelight at the door of the tent reflected the figures of the four guards in charge very majesticly, and his thoughts began to wander around.

At this time, in the castle of Baron Azak, he was sitting in the study room in the castle, with obvious red bloodshot eyes, staring at the burning oil lamp in front of him, motionless.

He closed his eyes, leaned back, and curled up on the back of the chair.

He raised his hands irritably and ruffled his hair,

His brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was serious and anxious.

He is very troubled now.

My behavior like this is really too much. Although I don't approve of the earl's participation in the war, it is still a very serious behavior to ignore the call.

But there is no way, there are too many uncertain factors in it, when he heard that the enemy army has 6,000 cavalry, the purge of fear and retreat filled his heart.

In fact, not only him, but all Leiner's vassals were heartbroken when they heard the news.

Baron Azak is a responsible person, whether it is for children, wives, relatives, vassals, and lords, he is a very responsible person.

However, the status of all of these in his heart is not as important as the family.

For the continuation and prosperity of the family, he can even kill his son and wife himself if necessary.

What's more, it's Lena, the lord.

However, his heart is very painful now, his son is in that army!

That is his eldest son and only son!

He had several children one after another, but those children were all killed by diseases and accidents. In the end, only Sarang, the eldest son and only son, and heir was left by his side.

And his only son is very likely to lose his life in the defeat.

Yes, rout.

In his heart, this war is almost impossible to win, what kind of enemy is that! How could it be possible to win?

The pain of losing his beloved son, abandoning his lord, and abandoning his glory intertwined, like the cruelest devil in the world, greedily gnawing at his heart.

My son respects and loves me so much. He is filial, brave, gentle with others, has no bad habits, has excellent martial arts skills, and his knowledge has improved by leaps and bounds because of following the earl. He fully meets all his expectations for the future heir.

His earl valued himself so much. He gave himself the most fertile and vast territory, distributed the most cattle and sheep to himself, and regarded himself as an important vassal.

And she turned her back on him...

Such condemnation from conscience made him even more sad.

The door creaked open, and Mrs. Azak walked in.

This beautiful woman who still has charm walked to the side of Baron Azak, gently grabbed his hand, put it on her heart, and said softly: "Do what you think is right, and I will accompany you your……"

Baron Azak sighed, frowned and looked at his wife. This woman thought she gave birth to children and dedicated her youth, and even volunteered herself at her own request...

Listening to her soft voice, Baron Azak's body seemed to gain strength again.

The gaze in his eyes gradually became sharper, he turned his head to look at his wife and said, "Tomorrow I will go to war, and I will leave the territory to you!"

"What?" Morsh uttered a cry in the middle of his tent.

"You mean, my ineffective brother surrendered to others and got asylum?" Morsh put down the meat cleaver in his hand, stood up and walked towards the soldier.

"Yes, King Morsh. According to the captives I captured, the false king Samuza has surrendered to the yellow-haired people in the west. Because of this, he got the protection of a yellow-haired king named Earl Rainer!"

This soldier was the leading forward who raided Samuza's subordinates and took some prisoners.

"The yellow-haired king..." Morsh narrowed his eyes slightly, and then asked, "Do you know how many troops the yellow-haired king has?"

"According to the captives I captured, that yellow-haired king has more than 5,000 soldiers, but most of them are infantry, and there are only three or four hundred warriors on horseback!"

Hearing this, Morsh showed a smiling face, sat back in his seat and said mockingly: "Samza is really getting better and better, even if he is defeated by me, he should still have more than 2,000 people left." A knight on horseback?"

"It's a good thing for him. Not only was he defeated by those weak infantry, but he even surrendered to that yellow-haired king! What a shame to the Pakuten tribe!" Morsh had a disdainful smile on his face.

He has never been in contact with the Ridka people. Most of their ironware is discovered by accident or mined on a small scale. The rest are traded with the big tribes in the central region. He has never seen Red The card people are all in armor, and they look like they are in a strict formation.

I just think that all the people in the world are like them. The infantry are poor shepherds wearing fur coats and carrying wooden clubs, animal bones or stone hammers. Only the cavalry are the real warriors.

Saying this, he picked up a butcher knife and cut off a piece of meat from the roasted golden lamb in front of him, and threw it into his mouth, you said bitterly to yourself: "Don't think that the yellow-haired king can protect you, I will take back Papa!" From Kutten's department!"