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Chapter 1026 Income Increase
As the gentlemen of Bordeaux had feared, the Spanish legions outside the city really didn't leave after a day's camp outside the city.

The workers who fled back from the coast said that the huge Spanish warships were still parked offshore, and two companies of musketeers occupied the harbor fortress that was blown up half a year ago. The Spanish Legion still did not leave, and even began digging trenches on the spot on the third day.

The nobles in Bordeaux were not surprised by this, they just prayed that Marshal Billon would lead his army to arrive as soon as possible, but in fact, there are many things in this world that can worry them.

On the fourth day after the Spaniards arrived in Bordeaux, Bordeaux received a reply from Marshal Billund in the northeast.

"Gentlemen, the bad news is that there are 3000 Spanish troops outside Bordeaux at this time. They may want to plunder your town, or they may be building a siege camp, but no matter what happens, don't open the city gates, let alone surrender. Otherwise the greedy Spaniards will chew up your bones; but there is good news, and the good news is that there are only [-] of them."

"If they had resorted to siege, the fighting would have been horrific, but in two months six hundred to twelve hundred Spaniards would have died at the gates, and the deaths of these men would have discouraged others, and in the end they would have The siege will have to be lifted, the army will have to retreat, ten leagues from the city of Bordeaux to the fortress on the coast, and the gallant knights of Bordeaux will cost them another 800 men in the retreat, and it will be a battle worth singing in Paris war."

"Finally, brave gentlemen, I will wish you good luck." The Earl of Potak, who had firmly believed that Marshal Billon could lead the army to rescue Bordeaux, put down the letter. His voice was trembling, and his pale face looked like a ghost. With an expression of indescribable sadness, he read the last sentence of the letter softly: "May God bless you."

Earl Potak's face looked bitterer than eating yellow lotus. He didn't care about the noisy nobles in the church, but looked down at the armor he was wearing with distress.

This pair of plate armor is exquisite in workmanship, with large gilt patterns covering the traces of multiple repairs. The thicker and heavier armor plate and the three breastplates connected by rivets for easy movement all mean that this is a pair of plate armor with The early plate armor of ancient history, though thicker, was of iron, and the Count had a guess that it did not seem to protect him from musketry.

It is a family heirloom he has inherited from his ancestors along with the country estate.

Earl Potak raised his head and looked around at the jazz and knights who had gathered in the church to pray. He could only purse his lips helplessly. Among the hundreds of nobles who gathered in the church, more than half of them were dressed like himself. 50 year old old armor.

There are also some people who don't even have to wear special plate armor, and can only wear mass-produced plate armor or simple breastplate that are no different from soldiers. There are also a few poor knights who even wear chain armor, which is said to be borrowed.

No one wants to go to war wearing these inferior products, but what else can be done?

They have never seen such a shameless enemy. In the war half a year ago, not only did the captured nobles not get the treatment they deserved, but even their armor and weapons were taken away as spoils of war. The ransom has not yet been paid. At least the nobles who couldn't pay the ransom were even sent to Spain and returned only three months ago.

In the two months since that battle the Count was sure that the best armorers in Milan would have been laughing in their dreams.

The armor they ordered has not yet arrived, and a new battle is coming!

"It seems that Marshal Billon is busy with other things, more important things than Bordeaux."

Potac's words are obviously ironic. Is there anything more important in Guienne than Bordeaux?

King of Navarre and Cahors?Come on, the nobles of Bordeaux don't care about the city of Cahors. It is clearly the dowry that Princess Margot married to the King of Navarre. The king is unwilling to fulfill the obligations promised by his brother, which will lead to another war. They don't care That battle took place dozens of miles away.

"If you want to keep the family heirloom, find a way to do what the marshal said, and let the Spaniards die in the siege outside the city. If you lose again..." The earl originally wanted to say that if he lost again, he would not even be able to keep the family heirloom, but suddenly Thinking that the enemies outside the city this time were not those terrifying invaders from another continent, this made his pale cheeks burn bright red with excitement: "We will win!"

Just as the drumming words fell to the ground, the door of the church was suddenly opened by the guard in charge. The sun shone into the dimly lit church, which was crowded with people. The tall guard in plate armor threw his long shadow into the church. His right arm was supporting the wooden door with intricate patterns, and his left arm stretched out and pointed to the south: "Masters! Knights, more knights appear outside the city!"

It seems that since the Spanish Legion arrived here, the bad news has never stopped.

Earl Potak followed everyone in the church and filed out. His ears were filled with the sound of armor colliding. While wiping his profuse sweat, he tried to turn over and climb onto his tall mount, but he failed twice. In the end, with the help of the subordinates, he left as he wished, and it was too late when everyone else had already climbed to the top of the city.

What surprised him was that there were many people standing on the city wall, but it sounded quieter than in the church.

Countless nobles, knights and soldiers stood quietly at the top of Bordeaux city like that, making Earl Potak whisper in his heart: What is going on? Didn’t it mean that knights appeared outside the city?
Why don't you talk?

When he struggled through the winding stairs of the tower and climbed up to the top of the city, and saw the scene below the city, Potak, like those companions, could not speak a word.

The count could only feel dizzy and dizzy.

In the distance, column after column of infantry strutted behind the trenches dug by the Spaniards, and in the middle were hundreds of knights in plate or breastplate, all riding tall French warhorses.

It seemed that every knight in the city who had participated in the field battle outside the city half a year ago was busy searching among the enemy troops that had formed below the city, searching for the set of armor that once belonged to them.

But before they saw their armor, what was more striking was that the infantry drove eight horses carrying artillery carts to stop in front of the formation. The eight artillery pieces were lined up, and there were the same number of infantrymen next to each artillery piece. What are you waiting for.

Among those parallel knights held high two banners.One side belongs to the Valois royal family of France, and the other side is painted with the coat of arms of the royal family of Navarre.

Under these two flags, two knights stand side by side in front, one of them is that they will never forget the young Ming general, Earl Potak even heard someone around him exclaim: "It's him, wearing the iron mask and I I can also recognize him, it is him!"

Potak thought: Broken!The heirloom can't be kept!

In fact, there was another banner in the besieging army outside the city, which was a dragon flag, which had been carried on the shoulders of a rider in armor at this time, crossing the trench dug by the Spaniards to the city.

Riding a relatively short Mongolian horse, the Korean interpreter with a flat face tied the dragon flag under the city, reined in the horse and circled around the dragon flag, and then looked up at the tin men on the city with a friendly smile.

He cleared his throat with a cough, and cupped his fists towards the city.

The strange tones of Chinese and Spanish were transmitted to the ears of everyone in the city with his cadenced and clear voice.

"My lords, I am ordered to convey to you the greetings from Chen Jiujing, the second-rank hussar general of the Ming Empire's Eastern Army and the commander-in-chief of Europa. I haven't seen you in half a year. How much will your gold and silver wealth increase?"

　Good morning!Add a new one today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)