King

Seeing the messengers rushing out of the camp one after another, Hudson felt embarrassed. Others can shake people up, but he can't imitate them.

If Baron Redman knew this news, he would probably bring the guards over immediately, and then the leadership would change hands.

I have a father who is a traditional knight. He is fine in normal times, but is in danger on the battlefield.

As soon as he thought of the scene of following Baron Redman's knightly charge, Hudson decisively backed down. Compared with military exploits, he felt that his life was more important.

Survival is your own. If he dies, no matter how great his military exploits are, someone else will take them.

In the extraordinary world, it is natural for a small group of elites to travel a hundred miles a day. In an emergency, two to three hundred miles is no problem, but an untrained mob cannot.

He has never practiced cultivation and is just an ordinary person. Coupled with long-term malnutrition, most of these people are in a sub-healthy state. It is not difficult to march more than a hundred miles in three days, but it is not too easy.

As soon as the speed is increased, problems begin to occur frequently. During the march, everyone didn't feel much. When it was time to set up camp, the embarrassing situation of "the soldiers don't know the generals, and the generals don't know the soldiers" happened.

The Koslow family's situation is not bad. Thanks to Hudson's previous training, although there is no lineup, the soldiers finally did not get lost.

However, something went wrong during the final head count. More than thirty people appeared from somewhere.

The officer responsible for counting the people went up to inquire about the situation, but it turned out that these idiots were so stupid that they couldn't even tell the full name of their lord.

If undercover agents hadn't been popular these days, Hudson would have treated them as spies. Of course, the most important thing is that no one will send these fools as spies.

When they set out the next morning, there were still twelve soldiers unclaimed, leaving Hudson speechless.

All the lords in the alliance have come to see each other, so why are there so many more?

Whether those guys were confused and didn't recognize it, or whether other nobles missed it, it was difficult to draw a conclusion for a while. Hudson directly acquiesced to the fact that his military strength was +12.

The team continued to move forward, but everyone's interest was not very high. It was obvious that last night's incident had taught everyone a good lesson.

The most obvious change is that everyone has sent their cronies to watch the team, lest they make another joke.

There were no accidents, but when we set up camp in the evening, something went wrong. People from all walks of life in the alliance didn't know what was going on, but they were still mixed together, waiting for a group of lords to pick them up.

The farce was staged again, and the most direct impact was that Hudson's status in the league skyrocketed, and he was hailed as the "elite teacher."

It was a typical business exchange, and Hudson naturally couldn't refuse. This is an "elite teacher" in comparison. If we deny this statement, wouldn't it appear that everyone is very incompetent?

Hudson, who had qualified emotional intelligence, decisively accepted this statement, and the morale of his soldiers also increased greatly, as if they were a real "elite division".

The name is all false, and the actual gain is that Hudson tearfully accepted the fact of "strength + 15".

Now he can be sure that besides the Alliance, there are other noble armies nearby, and they are not far away. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the fact that he has more and more soldiers.

Just know that you know, Hudson is still not troublesome. Just pick up other people's soldiers and quietly make a fortune. Wouldn't it look stupid to take the initiative to send them back?

Although this approach is neither aristocratic nor chivalrous, it is very Hudson.

In Hudson's opinion, the more honest and obedient soldiers who do not need to be paid, the merrier.

Fortunately, the "high-intensity" march was short and he arrived at the front line on the third day. Otherwise, if he had picked it up along the way, Hudson would have been really worried that the owners would come looking for him one day.

Looking at the Essel Fortress not far away, before I could take a breath, the rebels came rushing over.

"You don't talk about martial ethics, and you don't have any chivalry at all."

Hudson complained secretly.

Needless to say, the enemies were all coming to kill them, so naturally they had no choice but to fight.

Retreat is in the knight's dictionary, but there is no escape without a fight.

As the nominal boss of the alliance, Chelsea gave orders without hesitation: "Everyone, come against me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boss rushed out immediately. Immediately afterwards, a number of noble lords responded one after another, showing the knight's "bravery" with practical actions.

"Abandon the army and launch a charge?"

The scene in front of him directly refreshed Hudson's outlook. There was no other way, and in full view of the public, Hudson did not dare to risk the disapproval of the world.

Fortunately, he was cautious enough and led his army to the back of the line from the beginning. At this moment, the chaotic team in front of him blocked his way.

If it were other nobles, they would probably jump on the horse, but Hudson, who has a compassionate spirit, would not.

In order not to appear different, a charge must be launched. After glancing at the battlefield, Hudson ordered his men: "Tyre, lead the army and follow me to attack from the left flank."

After saying that, Hudson also rode out. At this moment, Chelsea had already led a group of noble knights into the rebel team. Just by meeting each other, the bodies of the seven or eight rebel soldiers blocking the front were separated.

In front of Chelsea, the rebels were like paper. The noble knight who followed closely behind did not give in too much. Although he was not as sharp as Chelsea, he was equally capable of killing people.

Seeing his team killing everyone, Hudson's morale was also boosted. I couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of a great knight, his ability to fight alone is very strong."

I don't know whether it was affected by the atmosphere of the battlefield or because of the poor road ahead, but something suddenly happened to Hudson's mount.

Although he tried hard to recover, the circle he made became wider and wider. Although the distance between him and the rebels was getting closer, there was still a big gap.

"You evil beast, how can you be so timid and have such an indomitable spirit? When the war is over, I will replace you as soon as possible!"

Hudson couldn't help but angrily yelled.

He only speaks loudly, but his body is very honest. After all, it was his own mount, and he still couldn't bear to give the horse a whip.

Seeing his comrades fighting on the front line, Hudson gave him a helpless look. Seeing a lone enemy approaching, he immediately picked up his knight's gun and rushed over, killing him with one move.

Perhaps because he didn't grasp the angle well, blood spurted all over Hudson the moment he pulled out the gun, and the originally bright armor instantly changed color.

Not only was Hudson not annoyed when he saw blood, but he was filled with surprise. I finally broke through the zero record, and I don’t have to worry about being shameless when I look back.

As if he had unlocked a mysterious talent, Hudson kept walking on the edge of the battlefield, attacking the rebel soldiers who were also paddling.