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Moving forward one morning, the entrance of Viscount Arnold's camp.

Avril was riding on a tall horse, surrounded by a dozen knights who had been following him. Behind them was a large number of troops who began to assemble, or in armor, or armed with spears, swords and shields, and even farmers who joined the team with a dung fork and a pot lid.

Looking at the uneven lineup in front of her, Avril turned her head to the old aristocrat who was sweating coldly and sighed, "Viscount Arnold, is this your army?"

The white-haired Arnold wiped away his cold sweat and hunched over with an embarrassed smile.

"Your Majesty the Queen, these people... are a little neglected in training, but it is not very useful to support them in normal times. At most, they can catch a few robbers, and catch a mountain bandit who robbed the caravan. The old-fashioned territory has poor properties, and it is impossible to maintain one. Expenses for elite troops."

Avril sighed and roughly estimated the number of soldiers in this group according to the arrangement of the team. The knights were at the forefront. The four and a half brigade could barely make up about 300 people, and there were probably 20 professionals in them. nothing.

Next to them were about two hundred knights and squires who rode inferior horses and wore old leather armor; behind them were three or four hundred militiamen who had undergone simple training, and more than a thousand peasants with pitchforks and sticks and wearing cloth and cotton hats.

Avril was a little disappointed and said, "Is it just these people? They don't add up to two thousand, right?"

The old noble took out his handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from his head. "There are still 600 or 700 people, but they are all auxiliary soldiers who can only repair bridges, make up roads, carry food and hoards, and let them do some chores. If they really go to the battlefield, they may affect your command. Don't let them out."

Looking at the empty tent behind, Avril was forced to laugh at Arnold's words.

"Arnold, the ratio of auxiliary soldiers to main soldiers is ten to one. In addition to some jobs that require skills, the militiamen and farmers can also do the work that the auxiliary soldiers are capable of. You are willing to give 600 auxiliary soldiers to 2,000 people. And do you think I'm blind, these tents are almost empty, where are your auxiliary soldiers hiding?"

She stretched out Bai Nen's palm and compared it backwards, the expression on her face was both helpless and annoyed.

"It doesn't matter if the number is not enough, but why are more than half of your two thousand people farmers?

And what are they holding in their hands, not to mention the wooden shield and leather armor, they are not even worthy of a crooked spear, what's the use of these people on the battlefield? The dozen or so people behind me can drive a thousand of them to run away! "

Avril said angrily, "It's fine if your people win, as long as they lose... No, as long as it's a disadvantage, the knights who are withdrawn from the front line will be blocked by these untrained ordinary people.

They either turned around and waited to die, or they cut down their own militia first. In this case, the army formation would be in chaos immediately, and half of them could be killed or injured just by stepping on each other. You, a viscount, are really... alas! "

"The old man... the old man is ashamed..."

Arnold sweated and forced an ugly smile.

"Your Majesty, after all, we are just here to force Jibei to make peace. Since we won't be fighting today, do you think we, the motley army, can stay behind? You don't like these five hundred knights, but the old man can still count on them. They help me guard the territory..."

"Five hundred?"

Avril gave him a strange look. "See for yourself, where can these knights gather five hundred people?"

Arnold raised his head inexplicably and counted with his cloudy eyes. "One, two, three, four, five, there are indeed five brigades. Isn't a team of 100 exactly 500 people?"

Avril looked at the confused Arnold and explained helplessly:

"That's not five battalions, it's four battalions and half a battalion, and the number of people is simply not enough. It's not bad to have 70 people in one team. You knights will have at most three full battalions, and you will die. That's three hundred people!"

Listening to Avril's explanation, Arnold's flushed face was partly due to the remaining shame, and more due to the popularity of those in the family.

Although he is old and faint, he is not a simple fool. He knows that these knights are the foundation of his stable title, so every year he saves a little from the extravagant money to support these knights.

Although this amount of money is not a lot, it is no problem to raise seven or eight hundred knights. I thought that even if my subordinates were greedy, I would be able to collect five hundred knights. More folds.

He lowered his head in shame and annoyance, half sincere and half perfunctory: "I'm... I'm... ashamed of the trust of Her Majesty the Queen."

Avril didn't answer, but looked at the dozen or so chaotic camps in the distance, and sighed, "Are the rest of you like you?"

"This...their words should be...not much different from the old man."

Looking at Arnold who was desperately wiping sweat, Avril closed her eyes and didn't want to speak.

If those little aristocrats were so unreliable, it would be considered a blessing from the gods that these dozen or so camps could gather 5,000 regular troops, and the number of professionals was probably even fewer. Can there be 200 out of this 10,000 people?

Ugh! Although Gilbert is not a good thing, he is still willing to invest in his knights.

Avril thought with dismay, because the number of people was dominant, she was still thinking about whether to fight or not. But according to the level of these scumbags, more than 40,000 people may not necessarily be the opponents of Gibb's 20,000 people.

What followed was a long and chaotic preparation. After finally arranging the soldiers who could go to battle, the sun was about to rise above everyone's heads.

Avril narrowed her eyes and looked at the camp of the little nobles. After confirming that they were all ready, she patted the knights beside her.

"Byrne, blow the horn."

With a huge horn in his arms, Byrne nodded~www.novelmt.com~ took a deep breath, and then tried his best to puff out his chest.

"——~kouwu~——"

The majestic sound of the horn resounded through the garrison of the royal army, and the thunderous hooves sounded, accompanied by the flying dust and the neighing of the horses, the troops led by the two marquis, and Avril’s rogue army gathered in front of Gilber’s camp. .

"Your Majesty's demeanor is the same as before."

Hearty laughter came from a distance, and the two marquis, surrounded by a dozen professionals, came to Avril's side.

A middle-aged man with a plump figure leaned over first, beat his chest with his right hand and gave Avril a knightly salute. On his fingers thicker than a carrot, a quail egg-sized sapphire shone brightly.

"Greetings to you from Emile Mullen, may you always be young."

The other thin old man just nodded his head in response, not only did he not salute, he even had a good look on his face. That old-fashioned and solemn face actually looked like William.

He opened his mouth very perfunctorily. "Roman Anderson has seen Her Majesty the Queen."

Avril smiled unconvincingly, nodded to the two marquis with a pleasant smile, and said, "Marquis Romain, Marquis Emile, and the French royal family will always remember the help of the two."

The fat Emil showed a bold smile, but it was a pity that his two small eyes were squeezed out of sight by the fat on his face.

"Your Majesty the Queen, you are very kind. The Mullen family will always be your supporter. Although I cannot be a knight under your command, your wishes are still pointed by my sword."

The thin-faced Roman snorted coldly and mocked mercilessly: "With your fat and soft flesh, can you still swing a sword?"