Chapter 11

Open the arsenal and take out the weapons that have been dusty for a long time. Hudson's good mood disappeared without a trace in an instant.

  Originally, he planned to "paddle", but seeing the pile of broken copper and metal in front of him, even if he didn't paddle, he would not be able to make waves on the battlefield.

  Seeing this scene, Baron Redman on the side was also a little embarrassed. Although he knew that his arsenal didn't have any good things, it was still a bit unexpected that it was so bad.

  "The family is not rich and cannot afford too many weapons and armor. There are seventy-two sets of armor in the arsenal, thirty-six battle axes, forty-eight fighting axes, ninety-seven scimitars, and one hundred and eighty-seven spears...

  these are all It is the accumulation of the family, although it is a bit old, but it can still kill people. Let's make do with it first, if there is something to be gained on the battlefield, it will not be too late to change the outfit."

  Baron Redman said a little embarrassed.

  Originally, he wanted to keep some of the weapons and armor, so as not to lose all of them. Now it seems that it is completely overwhelmed. Although the pile of broken copper and rotten iron in front of me is well sealed, it is still hard to hide the traces of time.

  Especially the armor, many of them were off the thread and scattered all over the ground. Even if it can be stitched together again, the thick rust can't be concealed.

  Hudson picked up a piece casually and squeezed it a little harder, but he was not disappointed as the nail piece turned into powder.

  Seeing this scene, Baron Redman decisively chose to escape. It was so embarrassing that he had no face left.

  Of course, this can't be completely blamed on him. There have been no major wars in recent decades, and small-scale conflicts with convoys are enough.

  Just looking at the equipment of the guards, you can tell that they are all high-quality weapons and armor, which is enough to prove that he is a martial patriarch.

  As for the arsenal, there is no way. Weapons also have a service life. If they are not used for a long time, the best way is to seal them up.

  Sealing weapons and armor is not easy, you need to ask a magician to do it, and it will not be unsealed until it is ready for use.

  No matter how good it can be sealed, it can hardly withstand the erosion of time. According to the data on paper, it is barely enough to equip 500 soldiers, but in reality, less than one-third of them can be used.

  This is just usable. If you are picky about the quality, I am afraid that it is beautifying to describe it as nothing. Anyway, looking around, few pieces are intact.

  At this point, Hudson has nothing to say. Hurry up and send the damaged weapons to the blacksmith for repairs, and you can count as much as you can salvage.

  In fact, this is also a beautiful vision. In such a short period of time, even if the few blacksmiths in the territory worked around the clock, they couldn't repair a few pieces.

  Better than nothing, Hudson can only retreat to the next best thing and equip soldiers with the most primitive weapon-spear. It is not a normal weapon spear, but a spear made of bamboo.

  In order to obtain a stronger defense, Hudson also mobilized the people to make "shields". There is no doubt that this is not a conventional shield, but a Xibei product made of bamboo.

  If you want to rely on this thing to block the blade, there is probably no hope. But the opponent is the rebels! How can the rebel army be fully equipped with weapons and armor?

  Even if it is useless on the battlefield, these preparatory work are not in vain. With a little modification, adding a movable bamboo board, and putting on ropes, it is a backpack in the shape of a turtle shell.

  You can usually carry dry food, and it can also increase the confidence of soldiers on the battlefield. In case of encountering an enemy with a wooden stick, it can also play a defensive role.

  The main reason is that the time is too short, and only some simple tools can be made. Otherwise Hudson would not be so passive.

  Of course, the fact that the equipment of the soldiers at the bottom level cannot be seen by others does not mean that he, a knight, is also so sad.

  Knight's sword, war horse, armor, all the equipment that a knight should have is all available, and even the ten knight attendants are assigned corresponding armor and weapons.

  In this regard, Baron Redman is not stingy. As for the miserable equipment of ordinary soldiers, Hudson is more willing to believe that there is nothing he can do about it.

  The main battle came too suddenly. If the intelligence had been received from the beginning, with the productivity of the territory, no matter what, a hundred or eighty weapons could be produced in a hurry.

  ...

  Time flies, and the three-day deadline has passed by. Riding a tall horse, wearing bright armor, and carrying a knight's sword, Hudson set off with five hundred "well-trained" soldiers under the farewell of the crowd.

  The "majestic, high-spirited" momentum did not last long after all. Not long after leaving their own territory, the originally neat team became disorganized, and Hudson was so angry that he was furious.

  The two-day training camp for feelings is a loneliness. The so-called well-trained is just for the elders in the hometown to see, and it will be revealed as soon as it comes out.

  As a last resort, Hudson could only choose to slow down the march. Originally planned to travel sixty miles a day, it was forced to cut it down to forty miles.

  You must know that this is a small group of troops marching, and they only carry more than a dozen catties of dry food with them, without heavy logistical materials.

  This kind of speed is simply tortoise speed. Forget it, don't insult the turtle. The tortoise that has become a monster is much faster than this.

  As soon as the speed slowed down, the situation improved a lot in an instant. Although it is hopeless to be neat and tidy, at least the basic queue is kept, so that they will not run around.

  Don't even think about Hudson, he also knows that the officer he temporarily appointed is unqualified, and he didn't lead the soldiers below him well.

  But there is no way, the military officers with a little bit of ability these days are basically nobles, so how could he be able to command them?

  As for recruiting wandering knights to serve as officers, it's better to go to sleep, there will be everything in the dream. The baron's resources are not enough for his own brothers, so how can he afford knights?

  In a sense, to evaluate the strength of a nobleman, one can tell by the number of knights under his command.

  Basically, anyone who can support a dozen or so knights can be considered a middle-class nobleman. And if you want to step into the threshold of great nobles, you must have at least a few hundred knights under your command.

  Of course, this is just Hudson's personal subjective judgment and is not representative. If you want to become a great nobleman, these things alone are definitely not enough, otherwise the great nobleman is too cheap.

  Take the Koslow family as an example. With their strong fertility, they spread all over the place. It is estimated that there are hundreds of knights scattered all over the country.

  However, because the territory is too scattered and the power cannot be concentrated, the Koslow family can still only be regarded as a small noble.

  It's nothing more than relying on the prosperity of the population, speaking in the aristocratic circle is a little bit tougher than the average small aristocrat.

  This point can be seen from the dusty arsenal at home. In recent decades, the surrounding neighbors have been very peaceful.