This Cheat Is Too Much

This Cheat Is Too Much Chapter 74

Moving forward one morning, Viscount Arnold's camp entrance.

Avril rode on a high horse, surrounded by a dozen Knights who had been following him. Behind them, a large number of troops began to assemble, either in armor, or armed with lances and shields, and even farmers who joined the team with a dung fork and a pot lid.

Looking at the uneven lineup in front of him, Avril turned his head and sighed at the old aristocrat in cold sweat: "Viscount Arnold, is this your army?"

Grey-haired Arnold wiped his cold sweat and hunched over with an embarrassed smile.

"Queen Your Majesty, these people... are a little neglected in training, but it's not very useful to support them in normal times. At most, you can catch a few robbers, and catch a mountain bandit who looted the caravan, old man's. The property in the territory is poor, and it is impossible to maintain the expenses of an elite army."

Avril sighed roughly estimated the number of soldiers in this group according to the arrangement of the team. The half-battallion can barely gather around 300 people, and there are probably not even 20 professionals in it.

Next to them were two hundred or so Knight squires on bad horses and in old leather armor; behind them were three-four hundred lightly trained militiamen, and more than a thousand armed with pitchforks and clubs. , a farmer in a cotton coat and hat.

Avril was a little disappointed and said: "Is it just these people? They don't add up to two thousand, right?"

The old noble took out his handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat on his head. . "There are still 600 or 700 people, but they are all auxiliary soldiers who can only repair bridges, make up roads, and carry rations, and let them do some chores. If they really go to the battlefield, they may affect your command, old man. Didn't let them out."

Looking at the empty tent behind, Avril forcibly laughed at Arnold's words.

"Arnold, the ratio of auxiliary soldiers to main soldiers is ten to one. Except for some jobs that require technical skills, the militiamen and farmers can also do the hard work that the auxiliary soldiers can do. You are willing to give two thousand. You deserve six hundred auxiliary soldiers? And do you think I am blind, these tents are almost empty, where are your auxiliary soldiers hiding?"

She stretched out Bai Nen's palm and looked back. Than, the expression on his face was both helpless and annoyed.

"It doesn't matter if the number is not enough, but why are more than half of your two thousand people farmers?

And what are they holding in their hands, not to mention wooden shields? Leather armor, not even a crooked lance, what use are these people on the battlefield? A dozen people behind me can drive a thousand of them to run!"

Avril Angrily said: "If these people of yours win, it's fine, as long as they lose... No, as long as it's a disadvantage, the knights who have been withdrawn from the front line for rotation will be blocked by these untrained ordinary persons.

They either turned around and waited to die, or they cut down their own militia first. In this case, the army formation would be in chaos immediately, and half of them could be killed or injured just by stepping on each other. You, the Viscount, are really... oh !"

"old man...old man ashamed..."

Arnold squeezed a sweat and forced an ugly smile.

"Queen Your Majesty, after all, we are just here to force Gilbert to make peace today. Since we won't be fighting today, do you think our mob army can stay behind? You don't like these five hundred Knights. , but the old man still expects them to help me guard the territory..."

"Five hundred?"

Avril gave him a strange look. "See for yourself, where can these Knights gather five hundred people?"

Arnold lifted the head without knowing, and counted with his cloudy eyes. "One, two, three, four, five, there are indeed five battalions, isn't a team of one hundred exactly five hundred people?" Avril said helplessly, looking at Arnold who was confused Explanation:

"That's not five battalions, it's four battalions and half a battallion, and the number is simply not enough, it would be good to have 70 people in a team, and you can get the most Knights together. Three full battallions,

will be 300 people if they die!"

Listening to Avril's explanation, Arnold's old face flushed, partly due to residual shame, but more It is the popularity of those in the family.

Although he is old and dull, he is also not a simple fool. He knows that these Knights are the foundation of his position, so every year he saves a little from the money spent on wine and wine to support these Knights.

Although this amount of money is not much, it is no problem to raise 700 or 800 Knights. I thought that even if my subordinates were greedy, they could collect 500 Knights, didn't expect even 300. It's enough, and it's more than folded in half all of a sudden.

He lowered his head in embarrassment and annoyance, half sincere and half perfunctory: "old man ... old man ... ashamed of your trust in Queen Your Majesty."

Avril didn't respond, but looked at the dozen or so chaotic camps in the distance, and sighed, "Are the rest of you like you?"

"This...their words and old man should be...not much different."

Seeing Arnold who was desperately sweating, Avril closed his eyes and didn't want to speak.

If those small nobles were so unreliable, it would be a blessing from the gods that these dozen or so camps could gather 5,000 regular troops, and the number of professionals would probably be even less. Can you make up two hundred?

oh! Gilbert is not a good thing, but his Knights are still willing to invest money.

Avril thought with dismay, because the number of people was dominant, he was thinking about whether to play or not. But according to the level of these scumbags, more than 40,000 people may not necessarily be the opponents of Gilbert's 20,000 people.

The next step is a long and chaotic preparation. After finally arranging the soldiers who can go to battle, the sun is almost rising above everyone's heads.

Avril narrowed his eyes and looked at the camp of the little nobles, and after confirming that they were all ready, patted the Knight beside him.

"Bern, blow the horn."

Bern nodded with a huge horn in his arms, took a deep breath, and then tried his best to puff out his chest.

“――~kouwu~――”

The majestic sound of the horn resounded through the garrison of the royal army, and the thunderous sound of horses’ hooves sounded, accompanied by flying dust and horses. With a neigh, the troops led by the two marquis, together with Avril's motley army, gathered in front of Gilbert's camp.

"Your Majesty's style is as good as ever."

Hearty laughter came from a distance, and two marquis, surrounded by more than a dozen professionals, came to the scene. Avril's side.

A middle-aged man with a plump figure leaned over first, beat his chest with his right hand and gave Avril a knight salute. On his fingers thicker than carrots, a quail egg-sized Sapphire shines brightly.

“Hello, Emile Mullen, may you be young forever.”

Another thin old man just nodded copingly, not only did not salute, but even The good face is indebted, and the old-fashioned and solemn face looks like William.

He opened his mouth very perfunctorily. "Romain Anderson has seen Queen Your Majesty."

Avril laughed without hesitation, and said to the two marquis nodded with a smile: "Marquis Roman, Marquis Emile, the Falan royal family will always remember the two of them. Help."

The fat Emil showed a bold smile, but it was a pity that the two small eyes were squeezed out of sight by the fat on his face.

"Queen Your Majesty You are very kind, the Mullen family will always be your supporters. Although I cannot be a Knight under your command, your wishes are still what my sword edge refers to. "

Roman coldly snorted with a thin face, ruthless taunted: "With your fat and soft flesh, can you still swing a sword?"