Alien Knights

God knows where Cumberland found such a piece of armor. The size is slightly smaller than that of an adult, but it is exquisitely crafted and decorated. It doesn't look like protective equipment on the battlefield at all, but rather like a handicraft in an exhibition hall.

Todd circled around the armor a few times back and forth, looked at the hopeful face of the old man, and said in embarrassment: "I really want to wear this?"

Cumberland blew his beard: "What's wrong with this one? No matter the style or size, it fits just right! You don't plan to wear a cloth robe to the battlefield, do you?"

Todd glanced at the displeased old knight, and finally raised his hands in surrender. With the help of his attendants, he put on this set of armor.

Cumberland happily watched Todd fully dressed, stood in front of him, patted his chest and laughed heartily: "That's right! How can there be a commander who doesn't wear armor on the battlefield?"

After knocking on the door, Huggins walked into the chief's office. He stared at the armor on Todd's body for a moment, then glanced at Cumberland quickly, and said, "Master Todd, 30 "lancers", two companies of heavy infantry sergeants, plus an entire infantry regiment, totaling 520 people. The army of the Muxi Knights is ready to go."

Todd took a step, and the friction caused by the armor under his crotch made him have to adjust the position of the belt and armor sideways. Even so, this practice of wrapping his whole body in the tin can still made him extremely uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Cumberland walked to his side, helped Todd lift the armor, lightened the weight, and said seemingly unintentionally: "This should be the largest expedition since the establishment of the Muxi Knights."

Todd looked at Cumberland, with a bit of worry in his tone: "Our enemy is strong?"

"There are more than 700 defenders in North Rock Fortress, and they are the most elite troops in the entire northern army. In addition, there may be barbarian reinforcements, and the opponent's geographical advantage..." Cumberland patted Todd on the back and said with a smile: "Yes, this time the enemy is very strong."

Cumberland walked up to Todd: "However, as a commander, never fear the bitter consequences of failure before the war begins; trust your soldiers, trust your own judgment, and at the same time do your best to find a way to victory in the battle situation, which is what a qualified commander should have."

Todd nodded half understanding.

Cumberland looked out from the window. The town square was filled with colorful flags and crowds of people. People gathered together, staring at the Muxi Knights waiting to be inspected with fanatical and envious gazes.

In their eyes, this is an army that has never suffered a defeat since its establishment. Royal army, barbarians, pirates, noble private soldiers, countless enemies fell under their swords, and an unimaginable amount of wealth was transported into Muxi Town. In the eyes of the residents, this military parade is just a prelude to an easy victory. As for the target of the Knights' attack, they don't know which unlucky guy it is.

Todd tidied up the armor and nodded to Cumberland. The latter pushed open the door of the chief commander's room. The dazzling sunlight was projected from the patio in the atrium and reflected on the armor, illuminating the entire room.

Seeing the happy old knight step into the corridor and walk towards the hall, Huggins moved closer to Todd and said in a low voice, "Master Chief, if I remember correctly, this armor on your body should have been worn by Knight Commander Herman when he was a squire knight. Lord Cumberland spent three months building it himself..."

Todd froze for a moment, looked down at the shining armor on his body, and was speechless for a long time.

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Beishi Fortress, dining hall.

There was a lot of voices in the hall, and cups and toasts were mixed on the dining table. The warriors, knights, and mercenaries sat together, raised their necks and poured gulps of ale, using a knife to pick up the roasted meat and put it between their teeth, and the gravy splashed between their teeth. The prostitutes who shuttled through the banquet sat on the laps of the men from time to time, provocatively teasing people's most primitive desires, and unscrupulously talking about obscene but charming lingering.

And on the front seat of the long dining table, there are three people in power wearing different styles of clothing.

The one in the middle is dressed in a fine linen silk suit that is pressed flat and close to the body, with a neatly trimmed goatee, with a little silver in her hair, but her face is well maintained and rosy. He picked up the silver cup full of red wine in front of him, shook it lightly, and said slowly, "Whether it's the east or the west, it's not very flat..."

The burly man sitting on his left has the physical characteristics of a North Islander. His right eye was gouged out, leaving only a fleshy hollow in the eye socket. He grabbed a chicken leg and threw it into his mouth. Between the opening and closing of the upper and lower jaws, the harsh sound of minced meat and bones making the upright person frowned and coughed unnaturally.

"Earl Hewlett! No matter who is coming, my "Slaughter Mercenary Group" can easily send them to hell!" The burly man spat out the bones in his mouth on the ground, made them into coins with his index finger and thumb, and said to the earl with a smile, "It's just that once a war starts, the price charged by the mercenary group will naturally be different. I hope you can understand this point."

Earl Hewlett glanced at the mess under his feet, moved his body in disgust, took out the handkerchief on his chest, wiped his trouser legs, and said angrily, "Of course I know that, Tim."

Sitting on the earl's right is a tribal leader who is in his prime. His light yellow curly hair is scattered on his shoulders, and a long scar extends from the corner of his right eye to the root of his ear. He said to the earl in a somewhat unproficient common language: "The kingdom, the money promised to the tribe, has not yet arrived. My people, starve!"

Earl Hewlett rolled his eyes and said impatiently: "Boyle, as I said, there is a labor shortage in the northern quarry recently, and the silver mine mined last month did not meet the minimum standard required by the kingdom, and there were two landslides. So, the money promised to your tribe will have to wait. Wait! Understand?!"

Boyle tightly squeezed the wine glass in his hand, his angry eyes made the Earl shudder.

Earl Hewlett moved his body in the direction of Tim, the mercenary leader, and stammered to the barbarian leader: "This matter, you are also responsible for this matter! You broke the shackles, dismantled the cage, and took away all the barbarian slaves working in the mine. I have already reported this matter to the kingdom!"

Boyle stood up, overturned the plate in front of him violently, and pushed down the chair under him, causing the lively table to suddenly fall silent.

"Those are my brothers and sisters! Not slaves!"

Leaving such a roar, the barbarian leader turned around and left the dining room.

Seeing this, more than a dozen barbarian soldiers pushed away the wine and meat in front of them, broke free from the embrace of the prostitute, and followed Boyle's pace. In an instant, half of the people at the dining table left, and the hall became much deserted.

Earl Hewlett patted the table angrily, the knives and forks, plates and wine glasses were vibrating continuously, only to hear a sharp voice echoing in the hall: "A bunch of pigs who don't know what to do!"

Hearing the scolding behind him, Boyle's pupils shrank, and he walked forward along the corridor without stopping. After a few steps, a figure covered in a black robe blocked his way.

"Impulse is not a good thing."

Looking at the figure in the shadow, Boyle unconsciously stretched his hand to the weapon behind his waist, and said stiffly: "Don't mind my business, my subordinates told me what the relief organization did the night before yesterday."

The figure in the darkness revealed its face.

Looking at the throat of the barbarian leader, a smile slowly appeared on his face.