our family is gone

Chapter 770 The Baron's All-Out Battle

This news came just after dawn, causing the baron to fall headfirst into reality from a dream one second to the ground the next.

Weren't they still outside yesterday? Why the hell did they call me today?
The baron inquired hurriedly, and was relieved to know that the army was only attacking those knights. However, he could not hide his anger, and he tensed his face and scolded.

"Damn it! What do you mean by a call? It's just a small thing and you've made such a fuss. If a call really came, wouldn't you be scared to death?"

That person was also speechless in his heart. Damn it, you can sleep until noon, but I stayed up all night just to deliver those messages. As soon as I received the message, I realized that something was wrong and came to warn you. You get scared but I get scolded?

Of course, it is impossible to say these directly, so I can only remind the Baron carefully.

"Sir, we just arranged for people to notify the knights yesterday, and the army has already started attacking in the early morning..."

There was no need to be too confident. The baron calmed down and quickly understood what he meant. It was simply that the other party had realized that he was not yet organized, and that was why they launched an attack so eagerly.

"What about the people who went to negotiate?"

"Logically, he should have come back a long time ago, but there is no news yet."

"Damn it! They must have been controlled and let those people know about our situation."

The Baron was speechless. He originally wanted to let them delay time, but it would be even better if he could sow discord among them.

Unexpectedly, both of them were useless and leaked their own information.

But now is not the time to worry about those things, the baron immediately began to issue orders.

“Let all the knights along the route lead their troops to retreat here, abandon those places, take away what can be taken away, destroy what cannot be taken away, and stretch the enemy’s supply line.

Tell them that now is not the time to worry about these little things, only if we win, we will get those things again."

The Baron finally acted in a manner befitting his status and began to push the war forward with all the resources at his disposal.

Not to mention conscription, they directly conscripted all the young and strong men in the town. However, the baron, knowing the critical situation, was not stingy and made many promises to those people, even allowing them to become knights.

Not to mention that the Baron directly killed a few pigs and let those people have a meal of meat. Although each person could only get a little, the fat and protein still made them satisfied, and even full of fantasies about the future.

He actually converted those more than 800 young and strong men into spearmen. Although they could only have one spear each, it was already very good. You know, Count Bastia had not done it before, although the size difference was huge.

What's more important is the morale. Although the formation is messy and everyone is standing in a shaky manner, their skinny bodies don't show much strength.

But those people were no longer numb, but revealed an irrepressible greed, desire, and of course ambition.

Those soldiers were tempted by the reward of barony. In that era, there was no ordinary person who did not want to become a noble.

Death becomes insignificant in the face of such temptation. If I could become a noble lord, I must...

Although the Baron felt distressed, he could not care less at this moment. He even recruited those mercenaries aggressively, and even dared to secretly employ some dangerous figures who were not accepted by the Mercenary Guild.

He went to some wealthy people in the town to ask for money, goods and people, and the reason he was successful was that they were afraid of Lance's monopoly and had no choice but to rely on the Baron.

Otherwise, they would have voted, and it would not matter to them whose territory they were under.

Of course, I also turned to the church for help, and also received help for similar reasons, but this was not a dependent relationship, but support.

It is a tacit understanding among everyone that a weird system like Hamlet should not exist.

In other words, Lance helped him, and we can only say that this world is abstract.

The baron prepared his army for war. He also understood the importance of reputation, so he spread the word that Hamlet's invasion was an evil act and slandered various things.

For example, Hamlet's lord is a dictator who wants to capture everyone as serfs and take away all their belongings...

Anyway, it was just like the rhetoric of an evil wizard who captured children to eat, which immediately caused panic in the entire town and even the territory.

But at this time, the baron called his son.

"The situation is turbulent right now. Totnes is the only relatively stable place in the entire empire. Take these things with you and go there. Come back when things are over. If something goes wrong, don't come back."

The baron was also quite emotional for a moment, and patted his son on the shoulder, "The things I left behind are enough for you to live a stable life. Train the younger generation well. Hamlet, who fell into such a state, can rise again, so our family may have a chance to rise again."

The son wanted to say something, but he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder. "The future of our family is in your hands."

The son could only nod his head, but there was an inexplicable anger in his eyes, and he growled with gritted teeth.

"Hamlet...I remember it!"

People who have received aristocratic education know that aristocratic power comes from territory. If you lose your territory, you have no power at all. No one cares about your identity. Once the money is spent, it is gone. Going to Totnes is not a way to enjoy life, but to suffer.

For him, it was just him playing with women and singing songs, and suddenly! The lord came!
The territory that I was supposed to inherit... is gone.

The baron felt a little distressed when he saw his son who was filled with hatred, but he could only harden his heart and warn him:
"The battle will probably start tomorrow. You should leave tonight. Remember not to let anyone recognize you. Someone will pick you up and take you directly to Totnes. Don't go anywhere else and don't stay."

After making these arrangements, the Baron returned and heard the news that his own side was losing ground, feeling helpless.

This son has no ability and is quite spoiled. There is no way he can handle things on his own like Bruce did. At this time, he cannot rely on his son like the earl did, so he can only send him away, hoping to continue the family bloodline.

Yes, only a few days have passed, and Hamlet's army has arrived and most of the territory has been captured. The Baron is suffering!

Although the Baron intentionally stretched the enemy's supply line and actively contracted it, and the troops were not damaged, the battle line does not lie. There was a town behind them and there was no room to escape.

They pretended to be ready to fight to the death, but turned around and asked their son to run away with all their savings. And from what he said, it seemed that they had been prepared for this. These nobles are really cunning.

He absolutely could not escape because he was the lord. Once he escaped, it would be even more difficult for others to resist without their claims. Moreover, how could he not understand what even his son understood? If a noble lost his territory, he would lose his life, so he dared not even speak loudly.

Not to mention that he still had a glimmer of fantasy, comforting himself that the previous strategic shifts were all made for the purpose of delaying, and those people had not yet taken action, and that the accumulated strength in this battle would definitely enable them to defeat the enemy.

The Baron has thought about using some unconventional tactics. Gathering the knights to launch a night attack on the camp is a classic way of playing.

This takes advantage of the difference between knights and ordinary people. Knights with sufficient meat will not suffer from night blindness, but it is different for ordinary people. The probability of night blindness is very high.

Anyone who has been to the battlefield knows that the pressure is enormous. Soldiers who are used to the bloody battlefield will not be very mentally stable. They will become stressed at the slightest movement, even Hamlet. Many people are forced to retire and receive psychological treatment.

Not to mention that everyone knew what the situation of the serfs in the feudal era was, so it was easy to blow up the camp by sending a team of knights to attack the camp at night. If you can take the opportunity to burn the food and grass, you can deal a great blow to the enemy.

But the problem is that Hamlet is close to the sea, so there is never a shortage of fish and meat, and the soldiers' food is also very carefully matched, so there is no such thing as night blindness.

They tried several times but failed every time. Even the sentinels and rangers on the periphery could not break through. Instead, some knights were shot down by random bullets. The knights could not take advantage of their armor at all and could only run fast.

This night was particularly difficult for the Baron...

Both sides actually felt that the battle would begin tomorrow, because one had no room to escape, while the other would never retreat.

As for Hamlet's army camp, those who needed to rest were resting, and those who needed to keep watch were keeping watch. They were not carried away by the victory of the previous few days and let their guard down. Everything was in order, and at the same time they were cautious, leaving no room for any chance.

When daybreak came, the army assembled and prepared as usual before setting off.

There was a terrifying aura revealed in this ordinary action, which was like an unstoppable terrifying pressure condensed into a whole.

Any enemy who faces them will be in despair!

For example, the Baron…didn’t sleep almost the entire night, but fell into a kind of daze.

"Sir? Sir?" The confidant called out several times to wake him up. The first thing the Baron did when he reacted was to ask this question.

"Are those guys coming to help?"

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes when he said this, but he turned around and shook his head to deny it.

"Impossible! Those guys are hoping that we will fight Hamlet to the death. We have no way to retreat. If we kill one more person, the pressure on them will be reduced. They want to kill us all!

They are still calculating at this time. Can't they see that after I fall, it will be their turn? I can't stop Hamlet, so how can they?

They know...they all know..."

The Baron had obviously been holding it in all night. The Earl had Bruce to confide in, but he couldn't even find anyone to talk to. It was really ridiculous for this lord to be like this.

The confidant couldn't say anything and could only report the cause in the future.

"The army has been assembled, and the knights are waiting for your Excellency to show up."

"I know." The Baron's expression quickly restrained, and he walked out of the room with a serious look.

There were a dozen armored knights in the hall, just short of wearing helmets. These were all noble knights with real titles, but most of them had lost their territories and had been chased all the way, so their anger could be felt.

The Baron's plan of retreating in large strides still preserved most of his strength, allowing him to organize a counterattack and retain a certain probability of victory.

But probability is just a probability.

"I don't need to say any more polite words. Everyone knows the current situation. We have been exhausting them for this battle. Now it is our turn to take action.

Don't think there is a way out. Lord Hamlet is not a real nobleman at all. The dictator can't tolerate nobles like us. We can only win this battle."

After the Baron appeared, there was no nonsense. Instead, his words became naked and also filled with anger.

The knights could also feel the depressing atmosphere, but as the Baron said, they must win!
To take back everything that belongs to them!
"Yes!"

The knight responded and left, but the civilians outside still had to be fooled.

The baron climbed up to the second-floor terrace near the street and looked outside. There was the assembled army.

Are they really that weak? They managed to pull out a 2,000-man army in a short period of time, even though most of them were only slightly trained and had never been on the battlefield.

There are also some mercenaries who look very intimidating, or bodyguards for wealthy businessmen. They live on the edge of a knife all year round, and many of them have participated in wars.

As for the knights, there were some losses, but there were still more than fifty of them, basically noble knights, their squires, church crusaders, and some wandering knights.

Not to mention the monk who was blessing everyone, using the branch dipped in holy water to sprinkle on the soldiers. With the blessing of the holy water, they would not be afraid of guns and could just charge forward.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, those people are very likely to fall for it. Even if they are beaten to death, they will only doubt themselves for not being pious enough.

At this time, besides the soldiers, there were many civilians on the street, some of them were curious, and some were relatives of the soldiers.

"Lord Baron!"

The lord's appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention. The baron was not at all cowardly. Instead, he angrily accused Hamlet of invasion, described Lord Hamlet's cruelty, and then showed an unyielding look and roared at the soldiers.

"Fight! We must drive out all the invading enemies without leaving a single one behind!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings became lively and cheers were soon heard from outside.

Feeling this atmosphere, the Baron felt the blood rushing to his brain again, strength surging from his heart, and his whole body felt a warmth even in winter.

But when he got to the point of urgency, he paused. The many words in his heart floated in his throat for a few times, and finally sank.

He also wanted to propose to fight together with them, as his lord's personal expedition would surely boost morale.

When the time comes, when he puts on armor, mounts a horse, and charges with a gun, it may not be impossible to create a story like that of Count Bastia.

But this is the difference between people. If the earl is a ruthless man, he will have the courage even if he is old. Unfortunately, the baron does not have it. Although he has aristocratic heritage, can ride a horse and hold a gun, and is good at swordsmanship, he has never been on the battlefield.

He did not emerge from the battles, but rather from picking up loose ends. The battles he experienced were mostly small-scale frictions with other nobles. Under the restrictions of the rules, if he lost, he would just have to pay some money, and the nobles would not die.

But these Hamlet-like lunatics are different. They fight on the battlefield without mercy and don’t care about your identity at all.

In the end, I could only utter one sentence.

"Must win!"

In that excited environment, the knight began to control the army and then led the team out...

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