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He opened the arsenal and took out the weapons that had been gathering dust for a long time. Hudson's good mood disappeared without a trace in an instant.

I originally planned to "paddle", but seeing the pile of scrap metal in front of me, even if I don't paddle, I won't be able to make waves on the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, Baron Redman was also a little embarrassed. Although I knew that my arsenal didn't have any good stuff, it was still a bit unexpected that it was so bad.

"The family is not rich and cannot afford to purchase too many weapons and armors. There are seventy-two pairs of armors, thirty-six battle axes, forty-eight fighting axes, ninety-seven scimitars, and one hundred and eighty-seven spears in the arsenal...

These are the accumulation of the family. Although they are a bit old, they can still kill people. Just make do with it for now. If you gain something on the battlefield, it's not too late to change your clothes. "

Baron Redman said slightly embarrassed.

I originally thought of keeping some of the weapons and armor to avoid losing them all. Now it seems that I was completely overly worried. Although the pile of scrap metal in front of me is well sealed, it still cannot hide the traces of time.

Especially the armors, many of them came off the threads and were scattered all over the place. Even if they could be sewn together again, the thick rust could not be concealed.

Hudson picked up a piece casually and squeezed it a little harder. As expected, he was not disappointed. The piece of armor turned into powder.

Seeing this scene, Baron Redman decisively chose to hide. It was so embarrassing that he had no shame to stay.

Of course, this can't be entirely his fault. There have been no major wars in recent decades, and small-scale conflicts with convoys are enough.

Just by looking at the equipment of the guards, you can see that they are all fine weapons and armor, which is enough to prove that he is a martial master.

As for the arsenal, there is nothing that can be done. Weapons also have a service life. If they are not used for a long time, the best way is to seal them up.

It's not easy to seal weapons and armor. You need to ask a magician to do it. It won't be unsealed until it's time to use it.

But no matter how well it is sealed, it will never be able to withstand the erosion of time. According to the data on paper, it can barely equip 500 soldiers, but in fact, less than one third of them can be used.

This is just for usability. If you are picky about the quality, I am afraid that describing it as "one out of ten" is just beautification. Anyway, if you look at it, few pieces are in perfect condition.

At this point, Hudson had nothing to say. Hurry and send the damaged weapons to the blacksmith shop for repair, and you will be able to salvage as much as you can.

In fact, this is also a beautiful vision. In such a short time, even if the blacksmiths in the territory worked day and night, they could not repair a few pieces.

Better than nothing, Hudson could only settle for the next best thing and equip his soldiers with the most primitive weapon - the spear. It is not a normal weapon spear, but a spear made from bamboo.

In order to obtain stronger defense, Hudson also mobilized the local people to make "shields". There is no doubt that this is not a regular shield, but a Xibei product made of bamboo.

If you want to rely on this thing to block weapons, there is probably no hope. But the opponent is a rebel! If you use yourself to save others, your own army is just like this, how can the rebels be fully equipped with weapons and armor?

Even if it is useless on the battlefield, all these preparations are not in vain. With a little modification, a movable bamboo board, and ropes, it becomes a turtle shell-shaped backpack.

It can carry dry food on ordinary days, and it can also increase the confidence of soldiers on the battlefield. It can also play a defensive role in case you encounter an enemy with a wooden stick.

The main reason is that the time is too short and I can only make some simple tools. Otherwise, Hudson wouldn't be so passive.

Of course, just because the equipment of the lower-level soldiers is invisible to others does not mean that the knight is so miserable.

Knight swords, war horses, armor, and all the equipment that a knight should have are all available. Even the ten knight attendants are assigned corresponding armor weapons.

In this regard, Baron Redman is not stingy. As for the miserable equipment of ordinary soldiers, Hudson is more willing to believe that it is powerless.

The main war came so suddenly. If intelligence had been received from the beginning, with the productivity of the territory, one hundred and eighty weapons would have been produced in a hurry.

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Time flies, and the three-day deadline flies by. Riding a tall horse, wearing bright armor, and carrying a knight's sword, Hudson set off with five hundred "well-trained" soldiers under the welcome of everyone.

The momentum of "vigorous and high-spirited" did not last long after all. Not long after leaving his own territory, the originally neat team became scattered, making Hudson furious.

The two days of emotional training were just lonely. The so-called well-trained skills are only for the elders in the hometown to see, and their true colors are revealed as soon as they come out.

As a last resort, Hudson had no choice but to slow down his march. The original plan was to travel sixty miles a day, but was forced to reduce it to forty miles.

You must know that this is a small troop marching, carrying only a dozen kilograms of dry food with them, and there is no heavy logistical material burden.

This kind of speed is simply a turtle speed. Forget it, no more insulting the turtle. The turtle that became a monster was much faster than this.

As soon as the speed slowed down, the situation immediately improved a lot. Although we can't expect to be neat and tidy, at least we still have a basic queue, so we won't run around in random directions.

Without even thinking about it, Hudson knew that the officer he temporarily appointed was unqualified and failed to lead the soldiers below him well.

But there is no way. These days, the officers with some ability are basically nobles. How can he command them?

As for recruiting wandering knights to serve as officers, it's better to just go to sleep, everything will happen in your dreams. The few resources of the barony are not enough for my own brothers. How can I afford to raise knights?

In a sense, one can evaluate the strength of a noble by looking at the number of knights under his command.

Basically speaking, anyone who can support a dozen knights can be considered a middle-class noble. And if you want to step into the threshold of a great noble, you must have at least a few hundred knights under your command.

Of course, this is just Hudson's personal subjective judgment and is not representative. If you want to become a great noble, these are definitely not enough, otherwise the great nobles will be too cheap.

Take the Koslow family as an example. With their strong fertility, they have spread their branches everywhere. Now the total number of knights scattered all over the country is estimated to be hundreds.

However, because their territory is too scattered and their power cannot be concentrated, the Koslow family can still only be regarded as a minor noble.

It was just because of his prosperity that he could speak a little tougher than ordinary young nobles in the aristocratic circle.

This can be seen by looking at the dusty arsenal of their own. In recent decades, the surrounding neighbors have been peaceful.