I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 50 Prelude to the War
"What the hell, where did this army come from?!"

McDonald was holding a monocular telescope and looking at the hillside on the side of the battlefield. Suddenly, unidentified people appeared and he was so scared that he almost fell off his horse.

There were not many enemies wearing black unknown uniforms, about two hundred of them.

But they were well-equipped. The musketeers in the front were in a strict formation, holding high the double-headed eagle flag and marching quickly. They walked fifty meters in one breath and did not need to stop until they reached the halfway point of the hillside.

However, the people following the musketeers seemed a bit disorganized. But judging from their weapons and equipment, they should be melee troops. This was a typical infantry company composed of a mixture of elite and cannon fodder.

So, what force do they belong to and why are they here?
McDonald quickly asked the flag bearer next to him to wave the flag, and ordered all members of the advancing Restoration Army company to stop about 200 meters away from the enemy.

Then, two messengers on horseback were sent to run towards the hill.

Chris did not let anyone leave the advantageous terrain of the hillside. He let fifty players walk in the front and stop when they arrived at the destination. The mercenaries and caravan members stopped behind.

Those who can line up will line up, and those who can't will just follow their own player boss, take their weapons and join in the fun, ready to act as loaders... If possible, Chris really hopes that there will be no fighting.

Chris knew that apart from the players and a few veterans, the rest of his men were basically a mob. They might have been trained by Aix and learned how to load and fire.

But those are training results, which doesn't mean they can perform at their usual level on the battlefield.

Soldiers who can perform as well as they did in training on the battlefield can be called elite.

Chris saw two Restoration Army cavalrymen running towards him from afar. He waved his hand, and Barbarossa, wearing the Order of the Sword, also rode a taller horse and left the formation, walking quickly towards the two men.

"We are the Bagnian Restoration Army. Who are you? What are you doing here?!"

A messenger shouted at Barbarossa from more than ten meters away. The latter proudly puffed out his chest and showed the Sword Medal on his chest.

"Bagnia Defense Force, we are here to take over Beech Town under the orders of Prince Chris Lin. Please leave immediately and do not interfere with our operations!"

The two messengers looked at each other.

What Bagnian Defense Force?

Never heard of it!
And what about Prince Chris? Which country is he from?

However, these two hundred well-trained and fully armed soldiers were not fake. The two messengers did not dare to stay any longer and quickly turned their horses' heads and ran back to report to the company commander.

After hearing this, McDonald was a little surprised.

Bagnian Defense Force, Prince Chris?
"Have you heard of it?"

McDonald asked his noble friends around him, and they all looked at each other and shook their heads. However, one of them remembered something after hesitating for a moment.

"Chris Lin... I remember that our king who fled abroad did have a son like this."

"There really is a Prince Chris in Bagnia!?"

McDonald turned around and asked in surprise.

"Yes, I remember that he should have been studying in Neama, Bohemia since he was a child... Well, he should have been studying at the Luminous Seminary."

"So, there really is a Prince Chris. What's with that defense force?"

"No matter what happened, it has come to this point, and we can't back down."

McDonald made a prompt decision, looked around and gave the order.

"Sergeant Major, you stay here with a hundred spearmen, and I will take the musketeers and sword and shield men to test their abilities." McDonald looked down on the rebels in Beach Town. Not only were they poorly armed and had not undergone any militarized patrols, but now everyone was starving and could hardly stand.

The two hundred enemy troops on the hillside were the complete opposite. McDonald judged that this group of troops of unknown origin posed a greater threat and must be dealt with first.

Otherwise, he would not be able to attack and strangle the rebels under the guns of these people... There is one last option, which is to simply retreat.

But how can this be possible?
McDonald brought his private army and ran dozens of miles of mountain roads to come here, spending a lot of money and time, but he didn't do it just to take a look and then go back.

The new order spread throughout the company with the shouting of the messenger. The spearmen stopped where they were, while the musketeers in cloth and the sword and shield men in breastplates began to turn and advance towards the hillside.

The military band slowed down the beat of their drums, directing the footsteps of two hundred soldiers, trampling on the wheat seedlings that had just emerged from the ground.

Bruno, who was two hundred meters away, felt distressed when he saw this. This was the wheat that he and his fellow villagers had planted with the last bit of seeds after enduring hunger!

Although it is said that wheat seedlings are not afraid of being trampled, this refers to being trampled by one or two people, not by an army of two hundred people.

After being trampled by the army of more than two hundred pairs of feet, not only the wheat seedlings but even the ground became firm.

Bruno felt sad after seeing this.

In addition, the Restoration Army was advancing towards the hillside, and Bruno fully understood what the enemy wanted to do.

Although no one knows who those black-robed men holding the double-headed eagle flag are, there is no doubt that their appearance now is definitely a good thing for Beach Town.

If they don't want to die under the blade of the Restoration Army, the militia of Biqi Town should move forward, take the initiative to attack, and tie up the troops of the Restoration Army.

"Quick, play the bagpipes."

Bruno turned and shouted to a man in a skirt beside him, who was pointing a musket at the enemy troops walking up the hill.

"We attack, we attack the enemy."

"No, Bruno, why should we attack?"

However, the man carrying the bagpipes refused to carry out his orders.

"The villagers are hungry and don't have much strength. Since the Restoration Army wants to attack the hillside, let them do it. When they are tired and more people die, we will attack them."

"Yeah yeah……"

"Acha is right."

The young people surrounding Bruno cheered, which made Bruno angry.

"No, brothers and sisters, that's not the case. We can't do this..."

Bruno was very anxious. He was busy talking in front of everyone, but he didn't know how to talk to convince them to change their minds.

In the end, he could only hurriedly throw the musket to the person next to him, raise his two-handed knight sword, turn around and walk towards the enemy.

"Follow me, come on, we can't just stand there and watch, we absolutely can't just stand there and watch..."

　PS: This chapter is a bit long-winded, but I personally feel it is not good not to write out the premise plot that should have existed before the war started.

　　However, I don’t know whether the effect will be good after it is written or how to write it, so I asked everyone for their opinions.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)