Berserk, Total War: Second Son of Nobles

The next morning, the convoy entered the County of Franche-Comté. However, compared with before, the entire convoy became very quiet. Almost all the carriages had their curtains closed, and no one dared to look at the outside world.

Savile and Anderson also ate breakfast quietly in the carriage. In the past, the convoy could stop on the spot to let the servants light a fire and cook, and then go to the surrounding villages to buy food. Since entering Franche-Comté, there are fortresses and patrols everywhere. The servants dare not go to the village to buy things, let alone light a fire and cook. They all hid in the carriage behind. At present, all they eat are biscuits and pickles that they had stored before. Fortunately, it is not summer, otherwise they would have moldy.

The failed invasion last night was over long ago. The giant baby was sent back and his men were beheaded in front of everyone. Some people who had never killed a chicken in their lives almost fainted. Now Anderson still felt nauseous when he ate breakfast.

"This is not gilding at all, it's just imprisonment," Savile said indignantly.

"You're right. Being a soldier is really like going to jail. If we don't go to the battlefield, we'll be sentenced to one year in prison. If we go to the battlefield, we'll be sentenced to either fixed-term imprisonment or death penalty." Anderson said while chewing on pickled sausage.

"It seems that I have come to the wrong place this time. This place is not a good place at all. If I had known earlier, I should have listened to my mother and went to study at the university in Windham. At least I would have had food to eat and could have hooked up with the girls in Windham." Xavier replied in a painful voice.

After breakfast, the two of them had nothing to do so they opened the curtains to look at the scenery outside. It was still the same plain as always. There were flocks of sheep resting by the river in the distance, and there were fields not far away. All of this looked no different from the pastoral scenery they had seen before. It was just that fortresses stood on the land, and at the gates, people were going in and out, busy with their own affairs.

"Is it like this in all border areas? It feels different from what my father said." Savile's father once told him that border areas are generally dilapidated, and only a few powerful lords can defend their land. But what he saw before him was only the vibrant pastoral scenery and the oppression of the tall fortress.

"Maybe this is what makes Earl John different. Anyway, just stay calm and try to get through the year." Anderson couldn't explain what was going on, and could only attribute it to John's good governance.

After drawing the curtains, the two began to read, or to be more precise, a picture book, with a few pictures interspersed in a long paragraph of text. However, for an era when there was not much entertainment, it satisfied the fantasies of some people, and at the same time, it also gave rise to some novelists who made a living by writing novels.

What they are reading now is "The History of the Eastern Crusades", which was written by soldiers who had fought against pagans in their early years. Since it was sold out as soon as it was published, the store specially added some pictures to the second edition, and they are reading the second edition.

Just as they were listening with great interest, the carriage suddenly stopped again.

Anderson gently pulled aside the veil, and saw in front of him a knight about 1.8 meters tall, wearing heavy armor, riding an armor-covered warhorse, and discussing something with the leader. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the helmet on his head carved into a wolf head with bared fangs.

"Hey, Xavier, look, this looks like the Knights of the White Wolf." Anderson patted Xavier, who was still reading a book, and the latter hurriedly leaned on the car window to look.

But then, many White Wolf Knights surrounded the convoy, and after a bumpy ride, the convoy began to turn and head towards an unknown area.

"Aren't we going to the military camp in the city?" Anderson thought to himself, this time he really went to prison. After entering Franche-Comté, all he saw were plains or fortresses. If he wasn't going into the city, then he must be training in one of the fortresses.

At this time, a White Wolf Knight looked towards the carriage he was in. Although the knight was wearing a helmet, the biting cold feeling still made Anderson quickly pull down the screen.

"What's wrong?" Savile asked curiously as he watched Anderson tremblingly close the screen window.

"Don't ask, just look for yourself." Anderson said, then covered himself with his coat, closed his eyes and dozed off.

After seeing Anderson say this, Savile certainly didn't dare to read it, so he started reading novels again.

This went on for another hour, the carriage gradually slowing down and at the same time there was a commotion outside.

"Hurry up and get off the bus with your luggage!"

"New recruits, hurry up and get your clothes and daily necessities, then be assigned dormitories!"

As various shouts filled their ears, they realized that they had arrived at the gate of the military camp and hurriedly ordered the servants waiting outside to carry the luggage.

When they got off the car, what came into view was a huge, undecorated, and practical fortress. On the top of the city wall were rows of black cannons. It was obvious that this should be a standard military fortress.

At the entrance of the fortress, people in regular uniforms were greeting the recruits to line up and handing them packages of clothes and daily necessities.

"Your bag, go to room 102, pack your luggage and get dressed and report after 2pm."

"Other personnel are not allowed to enter!"

Seeing that the servants of other young masters were blocked by the soldiers, the two men could only let the servants abandon most of the luggage and put the most important things into a small box and queue up with the other young masters.

Fortunately, there were many queues processing the application, and it wasn’t long before it was their turn.

"Hey, you are 304, why am I 208?"

Xavier said, looking at Anderson's number plate.

"It's obvious that they've already divided it up, otherwise why wouldn't they discuss it with others? I have to go pack my bags quickly, see you in the afternoon." After saying that, Anderson walked towards his room.

When Anderson arrived at his room, he was shocked by the scene in front of him:

There were at least a hundred beds in a large house, and there was nothing but bricks inside. There was no place for them to wash or brush their teeth. There were only people on the beds. It felt like a prison.

Anderson found a bed at random. Fortunately, there were drawers under the bed to store their personal belongings, otherwise they might have to pile them up beside the bed.

After packing his luggage and putting on the issued military uniform, Anderson felt that the uniform was fine except that it was a little ugly. At least the fabric was soft and it could probably be sold for a lot of money there.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, John stood on the platform and looked at the recruits. He tapped the loudspeaker, took a deep breath, and said loudly:

"Hello new recruits, welcome to Franche-Comte. I am your commander-in-chief, Johann Hohenzollern. However, you won't see me most of the time because I have to lead my troops to fight the Yoda people."

"I heard that something unpleasant happened to you when you entered the territory. I can tell you responsibly that this is what you deserve. If you dared to do this during the war, you would be beheaded directly."

"You guys could have gone to college, but you, a bunch of parasites who are too lazy to even go to school, are here to do some non-existent gilding. To be honest, you are simply garbage that cannot be recycled by the country!"

"However, since you are here, I have to take full responsibility for you. In this year, I hope you can become qualified knights and don't let me and the instructors feel that you are hopeless!"

"Also, toilets are located in the four corners of the camp. Three meals are provided in the fortress and are distributed on time. Take as much as you can eat and do not waste anything. Now, your respective instructors will lead the team. Dismiss!"

In just 5 minutes, John had said everything he needed to say, and then he left the fortress amid the centurion's roar at the recruits, took a carriage back to the Earl's Castle, and lay down on his velvet bed.

"It's still comfortable here..."