I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 48: Arriving at the Right Time (I)

"Gulu..."

"Dad, I'm hungry."

Bruno looked down at his son lying on his lap. Seeing the withered little face, he sighed deeply, reached into his arms and took out the last fist-sized piece of black bread and handed it to the son.

The small, skinny son couldn't wait to take the bread and stuff it into his mouth, even though it was filled with sawdust and was very tough.

But when the food entered his mouth, the child's face was still full of happiness, and he chewed the food hard and hard.

The child was also very sensible. After eating half of it, he looked up at Bruno, hesitated for a moment, and then handed it to the latter with both hands.

"Dad, eat."

Bruno didn't take the bread. He just stretched out his big hand and rubbed his son's messy chestnut hair hard.

"Eat, Daddy's not hungry."

"Dad, eat. Eat so you can have strength."

His son was still very persistent. Bruno sighed, took the bread and swallowed it in one bite.

"You go to bed now, and Dad will go find something to eat."

"Ok."

Watching his son leave obediently, his back covered in rags, the smile on Bruno's face gradually disappeared, and then he stood up. His tall, nearly two-meter-tall body cast a large shadow in the room.

A woman wearing a loose long skirt, with a pale face, thin body, dull and dirty hair, staggered over from the side. She looked up at her husband who was standing tall and upright, and the latter also looked down at her.

The woman choked and wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing. She just raised her hand and handed the matchlock rifle, a bag of gunpowder and lead bullets to Bruno.

"Please, come back safely."

Bruno took the weapon and took a deep breath, but did not respond or nod. He just turned around and walked out the door resolutely, picking up a knight's sword and putting it on his waist at the door.

Outside the door, there were more than a dozen men standing quietly. They were holding hoes, spears, and two muskets. They were wearing linen clothes. They were all thin, with tired eyes and depressed spirits.

It was not until Bruno came out that they perked up a little and looked at him, but they didn't have the energy to speak.

Bruno also looked at them, and he was too hungry to speak.

In fact, at this point, Bruno didn't know what to say. He just picked up the loaded musket and led the way out of the town.

A dozen men followed.

The small team walked out of the town, and people with weapons continued to join them from the houses and streets along the way.

There are men, women, and even white-haired old people, but no matter who they are, they all have one common characteristic.

Their bodies were thin and the fatigue brought by hunger was evident on their faces.

This is a group of hungry people.

When Bruno arrived at the open space outside the town, there were thousands of men, women, young and old following him.

A thousand meters away from the town of Beech, in a wheat field, there were more than 300 soldiers wearing the gray robes of the Bohemian Empire, and a dozen horsemen standing at the front of the team.

When Bruno came out with his men, the fat man who was the most gorgeously dressed among the horsemen took back the monocular in his hand in surprise and smiled at the cavalrymen on both sides.

"These peasants are so brave! They knew we were coming, but they didn't run away!"

"It's not a good idea to run away. If they run away, where will we go to chop off their heads?" Another officer wearing the Bohemian Empire blue cavalry uniform and a cavalry sword replied.

"That's right... Gentlemen, give the order for the soldiers to advance and kill them all. One thousand heads should be enough to make our superiors look at us differently."

"Brother, I don't think a thousand heads are enough. Aren't there two or three thousand people in Biqi Town? Even if some people fled the famine, there should still be people in the town. We should kill them all.

Otherwise, there would be only a thousand heads, and it would be hard to divide the credit among us."

"Good suggestion, then kill them all."

After the noble officers on horseback nodded, they dispersed and returned to their respective teams. Then, military musicians in white uniforms stood out from the crowd and blew the trumpets loudly in front of the army.

Amid the dense drumbeats of the military drummer, the gray-robed soldiers, led by the flag bearer, marched forward, making untidy footsteps.

The gray-robed soldiers had a decent formation. Among the three hundred soldiers, excluding the military musicians, only one hundred of them were equipped with a one-and-a-half-meter-long matchlock rifle with an octagonal muzzle and barrel and a caliber of twenty millimeters.

(Reference pictures of musketeers, sword and shield players, and spearmen)

Of the remaining two hundred men, one hundred were armed with four-meter-long infantry spears, and one hundred were equipped with swords and shields.

Among them, the spearmen wore iron helmets and leather armor, while the sword and shieldmen wore silver-shielding breastplates and white feather helmets. They looked majestic and their morale was high.

This army was not the Bohemian Army, but the Bagnian Restoration Army.

This time they came to attack the town of Bichi because these noble officers wanted to come and attack Caogu, and more importantly, because the untouchables in this town openly supported the revolutionaries and obeyed their orders.

Since they support the revolutionary party, the whole town of Beach is naturally full of rebels.

And it is only natural for the Restoration Army to kill the rebels.

As for the fact that there were many rebels but few soldiers to restore the country, these nobles didn't take it to heart at all.

They are all peasants. So what if there are more of them?
Look at their shaky appearance, look at the hoes, pitchforks, and hatchets in their hands, and only a few of them have muskets. Their weapons are so simple, can they really be considered an army?
No matter how many such rebels there are, they are nothing more than movable military merits and lambs to be chopped off.

Therefore, after the peasants left the town, the Restoration Army could not wait to advance.

The musketeers, arranged in three rows, walked in the center, with each soldier half a meter apart, and the formation was loose and slow.

The sword and shield soldiers walked on both sides of the musketeers, and the spearmen were behind them, raising a dense forest of spears like a bamboo forest.

Bruno gasped when he saw the Restoration Army's formation from a distance. Although the latter's formation had to pause for a moment after moving forward twenty meters to reorganize the scattered formation, their advancement speed was very slow.

But it is still unlikely that such an army can be stopped by the militia of Beach Town.

Bruno's mouth was full of bitterness, but he had no choice. He couldn't run away, and he couldn't escape.

Then we can only fight to the death.

This is their home, they have nowhere to retreat.

"Brother Bruno, something bad has happened, something bad has happened!!!"

"what happened?"

"Look, look towards the mountain! Someone is coming! Soldiers in black are coming down the mountain!"

"What!?"

(End of this chapter)