Black Iron Crown

At this time, the south of Castlen Castle has become a piece of scorched earth, where the rebels have passed, almost no grass grows, all the property of the residents has been looted, and even the meager food of the serfs has not been preserved. .

Luckily for the rebels.

The confrontation between the Fortress of Bassin and the defenders in the city lasted for a whole year before, which caused them to consume a lot of food, and just after they broke the Fortress of Bassin, it was just in time for the autumn harvest season.

All the food on the more than 150 kilometers was collected by them as military rations for war.

Although the weather was hot, the group of southern lords and soldiers had already gotten used to it, and they even advanced here. They felt that it was much cooler than their own territory.

In the tent of Earl Lorrance, the lords of the rebel army have gathered.

They are discussing how to deal with the incoming royal army.

"Sir Farrant!"

Frante entered the tent, and some lords greeted her with kind tones.

She attacked Grand Duke Mabula at a critical moment before and turned the tide of the battle, which made many lords have a good impression of her. Now he can't say that he can respond to everyone, but he still has a lot of power to speak.

At the same time, they admired the "second son" who chose to replace his father and brother to fight on the battlefield even though he "had leprosy".

Farrant also lowered his voice to respond to everyone.

Earl Lorrance sat on the sidelines in his seat, and he began to have some sense of crisis.

Before, because his territory was the largest and strongest, he had the greatest say among the lords of the rebel army, and even a duke in the rebel army had to act according to his face.

But since Frant successfully attacked Duke Mabula, he obviously felt that his position was threatened, and the feeling of scolding Fang Qiu before was gone forever.

In the past, although the entire rebel team could not be said to be his voice, at least what he said was still very important.

And the rise of Frante has seriously threatened his status.

As if sensing that someone was watching him, Frante glanced at Earl Lorrance.

Although Earl Lorrance quickly restrained his expression, Farrant still noticed it.

"He's dissatisfied with me..." Farrant frowned slightly under the helmet.

He is not a fool, from the eyes of Earl Lorrance, it is natural to see where he has offended the other party.

"Ah……"

"Everyone! The army formed by the Moreland family has arrived in Kasorenburg! For our future freedom, we must defeat them! And eliminate the unjust rule of the Moreland family!"

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Earl Lorrance began to express his opinion.

"So, this time I called everyone together, just hoping to come up with a way to deal with the enemy."

"What's there to think about? The Moland family has been defeated more than once. I think they are only that strong. It's okay to go to a decisive battle. We have more than 30,000 people!"

A middle-aged man stood up,

This is the Duke of Ans, the only lord who surrendered without a fight. In the end, the royal family promoted his title from baron to duke because he showed other lords that it was beneficial to join him, and granted him a large area of ​​territory.

None of these rebel lords thought that such a loyal dog of the royal family would join the rebellion camp.

But speaking of it, the Duke of Ans was looked down upon by other lords because of his behavior.

Although these lords had surrendered to the Moreland family overnight, they were forced to do so. Only the Duke of Ans voluntarily surrendered to the royal family, and he was very active as a leading party.

But such a person joined the rebellion when the royal family was weak, and bit the royal family back. How could such a treacherous person be respected by others.

Moreover, even though he has the title of duke, speaking of it, he is about the same as an ordinary earldom, or even worse.

Therefore, he is now like a clown among the entire rebel army, and no one looks down on him.

But even so, his words were also approved by some of the lords, and the overwhelming momentum along the way had already made them burst with confidence.

"Yeah, I think it's enough to have a decisive battle with the enemy!"

"The Molander family is already corrupt, and now is a good opportunity for you to overthrow them!"

"The damned Merland family will definitely be defeated!"

"Haha, I only need one charge to completely defeat those people!"

A remark made by the Duke of Ans directly aroused the discussion of the rebel lords, and Earl Lorrance couldn't help but turn ugly.

He turned his gaze to Frant, who had not expressed his opinion all this time, and said, "What do you think, Sir Frant? How should we deal with the arrival of the enemy?"

Sir Frante didn't answer right away, the helmet on her head became the best mask, and no one could probe her heart through her facial expressions.

After a while, Farrant said: "I think we really have nothing to do. The only way to get to this point is to confront the enemy head-on. However, it is worth noting that we must strengthen our guard and try to stay away from the enemy's castle, especially It is our granary, we must defend it well!"

Sir Farrant stood up from his chair, walked back and forth on the ground, and scanned every lord through the peephole of his helmet.

"As we all know, besides us, the lords in the west have also raised the banner of pursuing freedom and resisting the accelerated tyranny of Moreland. They are responding to us. The enemy must be the first to fail, not us!"

"So, as long as we can persevere and confront the enemy here, sooner or later they will not be able to bear it!"

Sir Frante's voice was not loud, but it was shocking without saying a word.

Everyone is digesting what Sir Farrant said, but the enemy in their mouths is also discussing at this time.

Reiner sat on a round table in one of the main seats. Besides him, there were nine other earls. As for the other barons, they sat on other seats.

"We must defeat them! I will let these damned rebels fall into hell forever and ever!" An earl slammed the table fiercely, his face was full of ferociousness, his golden hair was slightly messy, and he looked right. The rebels already hated it to the extreme.

He is the son of the Grand Duke of Mabula, who inherited his title of no one due to extinction, and the title of Duke has not yet been conferred on him.

"Yes! We want to avenge the Duke of Mabula and Earl Weasley, as well as all those who died fighting these rebels!"

"Afternoon! Make an appointment with them! Defeat them openly!"

Rainer:? ? ?

"Is this the aristocratic spirit? At this point, you are still here for a fight?" Reiner's eyes widened in disbelief. ...

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