Berserk, Total War: Second Son of Nobles

Spring 1446, Château de Franche-Comté

"Huh? I didn't expect that I would have to face a bunch of young masters." John looked at the information Wesker gave him, which listed the identity information of some members of the newly established Knights, and there was a summary below: These young masters were sent by their families to gild themselves, and they had no fighting power at all. Many of them even had a bad reputation in the territory.

"It's a headache. I thought that such a serious matter would require some professional personnel to be sent over, but I didn't expect this to happen. No wonder the Midland Army is so incompetent." John became more and more angry as he thought about it, so he ordered:

"Have the centurions and thousand captains of the White Wolf Knights come to the castle hall for a meeting."

Ten minutes later, seeing that all the centurions and thousand captains were already in place, John cleared his throat and said:

"Everyone, you will soon be welcoming a group of new members."

"But." John changed the subject:

"Some of these people got in through the back door, and some of them are even more arrogant and rude than you."

"However, I am not going to eliminate them directly because they have been approved by His Majesty the King and will arrive in three days."

"So, please make sure that they deeply feel the excellent qualities of our White Wolf Knights and help them become qualified knights in the coming year."

"That's it, let's break up the meeting."

As the meeting ended, the knights discussed the matter as they walked.

"What do you think the Governor is going to do? Since he used the backdoor, just report it and kick him out."

"Is there any need to look at this? The Governor is obviously angry. Let's be strict."

"Then why not just beat them up every day?"

"No, no, we have to let them suffer and exercise at the same time."

"How to do that?"

"How did we become knights? Why don't we just make them like us?"

Just as the knights were discussing the tragic fate of their new members, one carriage after another, richly decorated with noble crests, was heading towards Franche-Comté, followed by a long line of ordinary carriages.

In the carriage, the young masters who came in through the back door were enjoying afternoon tea. Thanks to the flat road surface and the good quality of the carriage, there were not many bumps along the way.

In a noble carriage, a young master took a sip of black tea, put down the cup gracefully, and said to another young master next to him:

"Anderson, why did you sign up for the Knights? Aren't you the second son of the Count of Brittany? Logically speaking, your family should not be short of land."

The young nobleman named Anderson first gently placed the teacup on the dining table with a tray, and then said helplessly:

"Well, Savile, my father said that he sent me here to gild me. I would stay here for a year and get a knighthood. Then he would arrange for someone to transfer me to the southern battlefield for a few years, and finally find a random military merit for me. In this way, I can get a small official position in the standing army in the west and get a salary so that I don't have to spend money from my family."

After Anderson finished speaking, he asked Savile: "What about you? How did you decide to sign up as a knight?"

"What else can I think? I'm just like you. My father saw that I had nothing to do, so he gave me this so that I wouldn't just eat and wait to die."

"If you ask me, we should not let those untouchables participate in this kind of gilding. When our ancestors established this country, these people might have been working for the enemy." Anderson talked about the people who were with them but paid to pass the nobility test.

"That's right. Fortunately, they didn't ride in the same carriage with us, otherwise I couldn't stand the smell of sweat and cheap perfume." Savile seemed to have thought of something. He felt nauseous when he spoke. He took a sip of tea to relax and then said:

"You said no. We still have to train with those untouchables, eat and live together."

"I never know. Anyway, I don't want to live in a military camp. I'll see if there's a clean hotel I can book for a year."

"Haha, I think so too. When the time comes, we can buy a few pretty female companions. These peasants have never seen gold coins in their lives. We can buy a bunch of them with just one or two gold coins."

“It would be nice if there were a coffee shop and a theater here.”

"It's impossible. How can there be such high-end stuff in these remote areas? I guess even their earl has never drunk it."

After hearing this, Savile quickly dissuaded him, saying, "Don't say that in someone else's territory. After all, our father and he are both sent by the court. It would be terrible if he wrote a letter to our father to complain or kicked us out directly."

However, Anderson said impatiently: "I know, I know, but after all, isn't he just a little kid now? I know all his information. He is only 17 years old. How could he have so many ideas? When we were 17, we were still going out to have fun all day long."

"He can lead troops to fight the Yoda people on the battlefield at the age of seventeen. So can we?" Xavier looked at his childhood playmate unhappily.

Logically speaking, the relationship between two families in neighboring territories would not be very good. Brittany and Loire, which were governed by the fathers of these two people, were neighboring territories, and they had fought many wars over border issues.

However, since these two were the second and third sons in the family and were the family's spare parts, they were not instilled with the idea of ​​hating each other since childhood. On the contrary, they had a lot of fun playing together when they were young.

At night, when Savile was about to lie down to sleep, he suddenly felt that the carriage was gradually slowing down, so he woke up Anderson who was sleeping opposite him:

"Wake up, the carriage has stopped. Is it almost there?"

Anderson rubbed his tired eyes, opened the screen window in the carriage and looked outside. As he looked outside, he said to Savile:

"Isn't it a big wilderness outside? How far are we?"

"Then why would the carriage stop?"

"We have arrived at the checkpoint. We are not in our hometown now. There is basically no invasion there, so the checkpoint is a little loose. There are wars in the border area here almost every day, so it is normal for the inspection to be strict. It will be fine after a while."

But the two men waited for a long time, but still did not see the carriage moving forward. While they were feeling strange, suddenly shouting and cursing came from the front.

"Sweetheart, we are the knights of the newly established Knights of Midland, why won't you let us pass!" said a young nobleman to the soldier who was blocking him in front.

"According to the law, no outsiders or vehicles are allowed to enter the territory at night, and carriages traveling in the territory are also subject to patrol inspection." A fully armed sergeant said to him opposite him. A fortress stood not far away, and it looked like a dark hill at night.

"Don't you understand what I am saying? I am specially sent by the royal family! How dare you stop me from passing?" However, the young master still refused to give in, without any aristocratic temperament at all.

"If you are a royal envoy, please show royal documents or other certificates to prove your identity, otherwise I will not let you pass." The sergeant answered according to regulations.

Perhaps because he had no face, the young master immediately shouted at his guards: "Go! Show this lowly person what it means to offend a noble!"

"Be on guard!" The sergeant asked the soldiers next to him to form a defensive formation and said in a serious tone:

"Are you going to break through the card? If you do, you will be convicted of trespassing."

"So what if I am?" It was obvious that this spoiled young master had no sense at all. His guards seemed to be accustomed to his domineering behavior in the territory. At his command, they walked towards the soldiers with weapons in hand.

Just after they crossed the warning sign, the sergeant shouted: "Defend the camp, move forward!" Immediately, the soldiers and guards started fighting. Although the soldiers relied on the camp to resist the attack of the guards, they were unable to take them down because their numbers were half that of the guards.

Anderson and Savile, who were watching the show in the carriage, saw what the young master did and wondered if he was mentally ill. Then they heard a whoosh, and a firework flew up from the sky and released red fireworks with the explosion.

Then the fortress in the distance opened wide, and dozens of cavalrymen rushed out of the fortress, followed by a large group of infantry running towards here.

When the cavalry in front saw the situation, they immediately began to rescue the trapped soldiers. They rushed into the guards and slashed with their swords. Some of the guards' heads and limbs fell to the ground in disbelief.

The remaining guards immediately realized where they were, dropped their weapons, and knelt down to admit their mistakes.

"I surrender! Sirs, please don't kill me!"

"Ouch, my hand!"

As the convoy was surrounded, the farce began to come to an end. All the armed men in the convoy were controlled by the soldiers, and the others were forced onto the carriages and were not allowed to get off.

"Anderson, what should we do?" Seeing the soldiers surrounding his carriage, Xavier pulled Anderson, who was about to fall asleep.

"What should I do? Just wait and go to sleep." Anderson covered himself with the quilt and fell asleep directly.