Black Iron Crown

At this time, the rebel territory in the south of the empire was already in spring, and the climate was gradually getting warmer.

The rebels under the siege of Bassin Fortress began to increase their troops on a small scale, and they had mobilized most of the young and middle-aged men who could be recruited in the territory to the front line.

It is a pity that it is the time of spring plowing at this time. If too much labor is transferred, the spring plowing will not be able to proceed smoothly.

Although the commerce of the southern lords' territory was developed, they had to grow a certain amount of food, not to mention that what they planted the most were all kinds of cash crops that could make them rich.

At this time, the number of rebels under the Bassin Fortress has increased from nearly 30,000 to more than 33,000, and all the losses suffered under the Fortress have been fully compensated.

When the spring came, Sir Farrant also slowly left Fort Creek with the soldiers who had been training for a whole winter, and marched towards the Fortress of Bassin in the north.

"Be careful...Frante, if you have any accidents, your brother and I will be very sad!" Earl Creek looked at Frante wearing a helmet and said bitterly.

"Don't worry, father, brother, I will be safe and bring back the news of victory! Our family will be revitalized in this war!" Sir Farrant nodded slightly, said something softly, and then turned on his back and rode on the war horse.

Seeing his thin body skillfully riding a tall war horse, Sir Andrew couldn't help gritting his teeth. At this moment, he hated his frail body so much that Farrant... had to go to the battlefield.

Frante shouldn't have appeared on the battlefield, but in order not to let himself be destroyed by the cruel battlefield, he still carried it all with his thin shoulders.

Looking at Sir Farrant's radiant figure under the rising sun, Sir Andrew waved his hand and stared at him intently.

Earl Crick also heaved a long sigh and waved his hand as well, his heart full of guilt. If it wasn't for his poor health and old age, he would never let his "son" go to the battlefield.

Pretending to be free and easy, he turned his gaze to other directions, and Farrant waved his hand behind him as farewell.

Then, he rode his horse and trotted forward, heading towards the direction of the sun. Under the sunshine, the road seemed to be smooth, but no one could guarantee what would happen in the future and what the road ahead would be like.

The vassals who followed Frante to the north to fight also kept backbone soldiers for themselves, and they followed Frante's order to collect and plunder steel.

Now, these people also have iron armor one after another, and two-thirds of the reorganized army ranging from more than a hundred people can be equipped with iron armor.

"Are we really going to fight in the north again? It's too dangerous there, and I'm worried about you..." A young vassal rode up to Sir Farrant, who was Baron Lindauer.

He wasn't afraid of the fighting power of the northerners. In fact, nobles of their age were very belligerent. He was worried that something unexpected would happen to Sir Frant in this war.

"Do I have another choice? This is my destiny..." Sir Farrant glanced at Baron Lindauer through the peephole of his helmet, and said coldly.

"No, this is not your destiny! You shouldn't have to bear all this!" Baron Lindauer waved his arms and said loudly: "You should be quiet in the room now..."

Having said that, he swallowed the following words abruptly.

Because Frante was looking at him with disappointment and warning eyes at this time.

"Okay... I have no objection..." Baron Lindauer was silent for a while, then shook his head and smiled wryly: "However, I will protect you!"

His father died young when he was young, and he spent his childhood in Creek Castle, and he and Sir Farrant were playmates when they were young, so the two sides knew each other very well.

After a winter of training, this army has initially acquired combat effectiveness, and under the leadership of those veterans before, Sir Frante believes that it will not lose to those northern fighters.

After marching for about ten days, Sir Farrant finally appeared below the Basin Fortress with his 3,000 regular troops.

Their appearance brought great shock to these lords.

There is a regular army of 3,000 people, and most of them can be equipped with iron armor. This is almost impossible for the southern lords!

Although their financial affluence can support a lot of soldiers, but to equip them with so many armors, no matter how rich they are, they will go bankrupt!

Most of the troops under their command are serfs drawn from the territory. These people have low fighting will, cowardly character, and weak body. They are actually of little use on the battlefield.

There are only a small number of regular troops who are truly capable of fighting, and even if they are regular soldiers, not many people can wear iron armor, and even if they are knights, not everyone can wear iron armor.

It is conceivable how shocked such an army of local tyrants appeared in front of the rebel coalition forces.

"It's really enviable. They need at least forty or fifty gold coins to buy their armor..." some rebel soldiers said enviously, looking at the soldiers who were busy setting up camp.

Listening to the discussions of the friendly troops around them, the faces of these soldiers were also filled with pride.

They are also an army that fought with the northerners with real swords and guns. After another winter of cruel training, they are naturally worthy of this expensive armor. You people who don't know whether they have fought or not, want it too?

Looking at the proud expressions of the soldiers under his command, Sir Farrant nodded in satisfaction. It seems that it was a very clear choice for him to let the soldiers put on their armor before they arrived at Fort Basin.

Although there is a saying that arrogant soldiers are bound to be defeated, once the soldiers gain confidence in their combat effectiveness, it will be difficult for them to be defeated. It is even possible to bear 50% or even 60% of the casualties without being defeated.

Letting the soldiers under one's command wear iron armor is to increase the combat effectiveness, and putting on the armor before arriving is to cultivate the morale and confidence of the soldiers.

In an instant, the rebel coalition forces changed from 33,000 to 36,000, and a large group of them gathered under the wall of Bassin Fortress.

At this time, the interior of the fortress is also very abundant.

Although there were only more than 10,000 people, they were all regular troops wearing armor, and more than half of them were basically equipped with iron armor. The knights and heavy cavalry were even more elite.

Archers stood guard on the city walls, preventing the enemy from getting any closer.

However, around such a strong fortress, it gradually began to become gloomy at this time, because the food originally stored in this fortress was only enough for so many soldiers to feed for a year.

Counting the date now, more than nine months have passed, which means that in less than three months, they will run out of food.