Chapter 20

Seeing one after other messengers gallop out of the camp, Hudson was embarrassed. Others can shake people, but he can't follow suit.

  If Baron Redman gets to know this news, he will bring his guards over immediately, and then the leadership will change hands.

  There is a father who is a traditional knight. He is fine at ordinary times, but he is in danger on the battlefield.

  Hudson flinched decisively as soon as he recalled the scene of launching a knight's charge following Baron Redman. Compared with military exploits, he felt that his life was more important.

  Survive is your own. If it is dead, no matter how great the military exploits are, it will be taken by someone else.

  In the extraordinary world, it's no problem for a small group of elites to travel hundreds of miles a day. In an emergency, two or three hundred miles is fine, but an untrained mob can't.

  He has never practiced, and he is an ordinary person. Coupled with long-term malnutrition, most of these people are in a sub-healthy state. It is not difficult to march more than 100 miles in three days, but it is not too easy.

  As soon as the speed is raised, problems begin to occur frequently. During the march, everyone didn't feel much, but when it was time to set up camp, the embarrassing scene of "the soldiers don't know the generals, and the generals don't know the soldiers" appeared.

  The situation of the Koslow family is not bad. Thanks to Hudson's previous training, although there is no lineup, the soldiers finally did not get lost.

  It's just that something happened during the final count of the number of people, and more than 30 people sprang out from nowhere.

  The officer in charge of counting the number went up to inquire about the situation, but these foolish bastards couldn't even tell the full name of their lord.

  If it weren't for the fact that undercover agents weren't popular these days, Hudson would have treated them as spies. Of course, the most important thing is that no one will send this group of fools as spies.

  Waiting until the next morning to set off, there were still 12 unclaimed soldiers, which made Hudson very speechless.

  All the lords in the alliance have come to have a photo, why are there more?

  Whether those guys were confused and didn't recognize it, or other nobles missed it, it was difficult to conclude for a while, Hudson directly acquiesced to the fact that his strength + was twelve.

  The team moved on, but everyone's interest was not very high. It can be seen that the accident last night taught everyone a good lesson.

  The most obvious change is that everyone has sent cronies to watch the team, lest there will be another joke.

  There were no accidents. When the camp was set up in the evening, something went wrong. People from all walks of life in the alliance didn't know what was going on, but they still mixed, waiting for a group of lords to lead them.

  The farce was staged again, and the most direct impact was that Hudson's status in the league rose sharply, and he was hailed as an "elite teacher" by everyone.

  Hudson naturally couldn't refuse the typical business bragging. This is the "elite teacher" by comparison. If we deny this statement, wouldn't it appear that everyone is incompetent?

  Hudson, who has passed the emotional intelligence, decisively accepted this statement, and even the morale of his soldiers also increased, as if he was a real "elite teacher".

  The names are all false, and the real gain is that Hudson accepted the fact that "strength + fifteen" with tears.

  Now he can be sure that besides the alliance, there are other noble armies nearby, and they are not far away. Otherwise, it cannot be explained, the fact that he has more and more soldiers.

  Just knowing that you know, Hudson is still fine. It's right to pick up other people's soldiers and make a fortune in silence. Wouldn't it be silly to take the initiative to send them back?

  Although such an approach is neither noble nor chivalrous, it is very Hudson.

  In Hudson's view, the more soldiers who don't need to be paid, and are honest and obedient, the better.

  Fortunately, the "high-intensity" march took a short time, and it reached the front line on the third day. Otherwise, Hudson was really worried that the owners would come to the door one day.

  Looking at the Ethel Fortress not far away, the rebels rushed over before they could catch their breath.

  "If you don't talk about martial arts, you don't have any chivalry."

  Hudson complained secretly.

  Needless to say, the enemies have all been killed, so naturally, they can only fight.

  The retreat is in the knight's dictionary, but there is no flight without a fight.

  As the nominal boss of the alliance, Chelsea gave orders without hesitation: "Everyone, follow me!"

  As soon as the voice fell, the boss rushed out immediately. Immediately afterward, all the nobles and lords responded one after another, showing the "bravery" of the knights with practical actions.

  "Abandon the army and launch a charge?"

  The scene in front of him directly refreshed Hudson's three views. There is no way, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Hudson does not dare to risk the dissatisfaction of the world.

  Fortunately, he was cautious enough to lead the army at the end of the line at the beginning. At this moment, the chaotic team ahead just blocked his way.

  If it was any other nobleman, he would have jumped on his horse immediately, but Hudson, who has a compassionate spirit, would not.

  In order not to appear different, the charge must be initiated. Glancing at the battlefield, Hudson ordered to his subordinates: "Tayre, take the army and follow me to attack from the left."

  After speaking, Hudson also galloped out. At this moment, Cheers rushed into the rebel army with a group of noble knights. It was just a face-to-face meeting, and the corpses of the seven or eight rebel soldiers standing in front were separated.

  In front of Chelsea, the rebels were like paper. The noble knights who followed did not give way. Although they were not as sharp as Chelsea, they were not inferior to killing people.

  Seeing his team killing all sides, Hudson also boosted his morale. He couldn't help sighing: "As expected of a great knight, the individual combat ability is strong."

  I don't know whether it was affected by the atmosphere of the battlefield or because of the bad road ahead, but Hudson's mount suddenly changed.

  Although he tried his best to recover, the circle around him was getting wider and wider. Although the distance between him and the rebels was getting closer, there was still a long way to go.

  "Naughty animal, how can you be so timid and have the courage to move forward? After the war is over, I will replace you as soon as possible!"

  Hudson couldn't help but angrily yelled.

  It's just that the words are fierce, but the body is very honest. After all, it was his mount, so he still couldn't bear to give the horse a whip.

  Watching his comrades fighting on the front line, Hudson gave him helpless eyes. Seeing a lone enemy approaching, he immediately raised his knight's spear and rushed over, killing him with one blow.

  Perhaps because the angle was not grasped properly, the moment the gun was drawn, blood sprayed all over Hudson's body, and the originally bright armor instantly changed its color.

  Seeing the blood, Hudson was not only not annoyed but was full of surprise. Finally broke through the zero records, and don't have to worry about being shameless when you look back.

  As if he had unlocked the mysterious talent, Hudson has been walking on the edge of the battlefield, laying his hands on the rebel soldiers who were also paddling.