Chapter 243: Battle of Pittburg II

Chapter 243 The Battle of Bidoburg 2

After the freshness of a musket, everyone remembered that there was still business to discuss, so they returned to the conference room.

"What else is there to discuss? Our people are all here, let's fight!"

"That's right! Send someone to challenge them now! See if that kid from the Kent family has any seeds!"

"After finishing hunting early, go home and farm early!"

"But judging from today's situation, I'm afraid reinforcements are coming from the opposite side!"

Many people advocate going to war immediately, while others advocate proceeding with caution.

Just as everyone was clamoring and uncertain, a guard walked into the conference room.

"My lords, the Kent family sent envoys over."

Earl Parker ordered: "Let him come in and listen to what he has to say."

The guard led the order to go out, and after a while, a person came in, who should be a low-ranking nobleman from his appearance.

The visitor first reported his name, and then began to talk about business:

"I am here under the order of Viscount Jayce Kent to advise you to surrender as soon as possible..."

Before the messenger could finish speaking, a tall and thick knight cursed violently:

"Jiais, that eggless kid, did he ask you to come here just to fart?"

The knight's words amused everyone, and the whole room roared with laughter. Although his words were extremely rude, no one came forward to accuse him.

Only the envoy's expression remained unchanged, as if he had already expected this result.

The messenger put on a regretful look, shook his head and said:

"That's really a pity! How many innocent lives will be lost..."

The knight said impatiently just now: "Don't be a mother-in-law, talk quickly if you have something to say, and let go of your fart!"

"Hmph... What a rude person!"

Complaining softly, the envoy cleared his throat and said, "Another task I have come here is to convey Lord Kent's proposal to you—the two sides should not resort to tricks or tricks, find time to set up formations in the middle of our confrontation, and stand upright. Let's fight, don't you know if you dare?"

"What dare not?"

"Too underestimated people!"

"It's up to us to tell you!"

The generals of the coalition army were filled with righteous indignation, and they slapped the table and shouted.

The corner of the messenger's mouth curled up slightly, and he continued: "In this case, we propose to start the war two days later. After all, today is a scuffle, and both sides need to recuperate. After two days, each of them will show their best form for the duel. But ..."

He changed the subject: "This is just our proposal. If you want to choose another date, we will agree. Three days later, four days later, or even tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, we will accompany you at any time!"

There was a lot of discussion in the room, and finally Earl Parker summed up everyone's opinions and said to the messenger: "Okay, then we will fight in two days. This is the time for you to write your suicide note. If you want to come to die earlier, we will also agree !"

The envoy bowed to him and said, "Since you agree, I will take my leave first! Oh, by the way, I wonder if we can exchange the previous captives now?"

Earl Parker waved his hand: "Let's talk about it after we decide the winner!"

"Everyone, see you in two days, when one of us will become the prisoner of the other."

The messenger bowed and saluted, and walked out of the room.

Derrick thought about it, and said to everyone:

"I always feel that Jayce is stalling for time. If we lead an army to kill them now, with the help of fire crossbows... oh, muskets and cannons, we will definitely achieve great results."

"Shut up, Derrick, think about the stupid things you did today, forget the pain before the scar heals?"

"you…"

Derrick blushed when Earl Malcolm said this, but what happened today left him with no confidence to retaliate.

"The envoy just said that if we choose to go to war tomorrow, they will accompany us at any time. Is this delaying time?"

"And since the battle time has been agreed upon, an early raid will damage our reputation!"

Others also disagreed with Derrick's suggestion.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the meeting was a little stiff, Earl Parker said aloud: "Okay, it's getting dark now, obviously we can't fight any more. Moreover, the troops we each brought need time to adjust to each other. Just two days later, we will meet with Kent Family duel."

Earl Parker, who was the initiator of the alliance, made a decision, and Derrick had nothing to say.

The discussion of business matters ended here. The servants brought plates of dishes and barrels of fine wine, and the generals of the coalition army began to enjoy dinner together.

"Ah, that's right! Lieutenant Colonel Alder, is it correct for me to call you that?"

Earl Parker greeted Bryce while cutting the steak on the dinner plate.

"Yes, Master Parker."

Bryce responded quickly, and reluctantly put down the knife and fork he had just picked up.

"There is something I need to arrange with you. Bring me the map."

A servant trotted over and spread out a map on the table.

"Come and have a look, Lieutenant Colonel Alder."

Bryce got up and came to the earl, looking at the map on the table.

The count pointed to a certain area on the map and said, "If your troops lack anything, go to these three adjacent villages to get supplies."

Bryce understands~www.readwn.com~Thank you for thinking of this for us, my lord. "

The count laughed loudly: "You're welcome."

Viscount Johnston, who was sitting not far away, raised his glass to Bryce.

"Hey, Greyman's family, don't be polite to the villagers here, they are all very 'hospitality'!"

Bryce smiled back at him. He knew what the so-called "supply" was about.

According to the order of his lord, the Arda army and the local residents should try their best to establish a good relationship, and the materials needed should be transported from the territory by the transport company as much as possible.

However, if an extreme situation arises, Bryce doesn't mind taking some measures.

Viscount Johnston refilled his drink and held it up high.

"To the hospitable people of Pittburg!"

"cheers!"

Everyone raised their wine glasses and shouted in unison.

Since we were in a battlefield and vigilance was paramount, everyone didn't drink much and dispersed after eating.

"I would like to remind everyone to take good care of their soldiers and prepare for battle in the past two days. Don't fight with wine and prostitutes all day long. In addition, beware of spies."

Before leaving, Earl Parker reminded him so.

There are not only generals and soldiers in the barracks of this era.

There are merchants who come to sell supplies, prostitutes who trade in flesh and blood, and even the families of officers and soldiers. There are all kinds of people.

Therefore, in spare time during training, officers and soldiers can easily find fun. Going to a tavern made of tents for a glass of wine, and going to a caravan brothel to chat with girls about life are all things they like to do on weekdays.

Naturally, in this mixed environment, military information can easily be leaked out. Although everyone is desperately guarding against spies, they have never thought of changing this environment. Probably in the eyes of the world, military camps should look like this. .