Yat's eyes were wide open. He didn't know how to describe what the team that appeared on the southern road and walked slowly towards the recruitment office should be, refugees, refugees, beggars? Anyway, if someone dared to say that this was the army that came to recruit and participate in the war, Yat would definitely dig out his eyes and stew the soup for him to drink.

This is a very special team. The entire team was led by a chubby man riding a lame horse wearing a thick cotton robe. The fat man didn't even have any weapons on his body. Behind the riding man were more than a dozen men carrying spears and wooden sticks, single-swords, and soldiers wearing tattered armor. These guys could only guess that they might be roughly soldiers, because their armored weapons were really shabby, and there was no energy on their aging and numb faces.

Behind a dozen soldiers is a long team of refugees. In this team, there are old men carrying rag bags, disabled people who are limping with wooden sticks, peasant women leading sheep and chickens, and young children squirting big noses. In short, the old, weak and disabled women and young women you think of can capture a lot of them in this team.

Apart from the lack of young men, there is nothing short of anyone here.

It must be corrected that if the team leader, who is over ten years old and whose grandsons can run all over the ground, is still young and strong, this team will still be young and strong.

Before Yat and his men came to their senses, the man riding a horse had already led the team to the recruitment office, and several alert soldiers immediately stepped forward to stop them.

"I am the lord near Capledisier in the south. My name is Bob Wolfgang. You can call me Bob. The soldiers on the sentry just now have confirmed my identity. Do you want me to confirm it for you again?" The fat man on the back of the horse grabbed the saddle in front of the horse and helped the soldiers down to the black-robed soldiers. His tone was very calm, without any anger at all because of the soldiers' obstruction. Obviously, this was not the first time he had suffered such an situation.

"This is Baron Bob Walgon!" The soldiers next to the fat man finally couldn't help but remind him.

The black-robed soldier general was skeptical and turned his eyes to the Yat and the others beside him.

Yat was also curious about this weird team. He raised his hand to signal the black-robed soldiers not to be nervous, and then walked to the fat man with interest, "Are you a baron?"

The fat man looked at Yat up and down, and then replied respectfully: "Your Excellency, my name is Bob Wolfgang, from a territory near Caplerdia. Although I don't want to admit it, I am indeed a baron." Bob shrugged and shook his chubby head.

This Bob was not the Tignets Sheriff who opposed Att when he was appointed as the inspector.

When Yat heard that he was still a baron, he couldn't help but be even more curious. This was the most shabby and disastrous baron he had ever seen.

"Hello Baron Bob. I'm Atwood Wells." Att saluted Bob politely and introduced himself.

The fat man's eyes were suddenly widened, and he looked at Yat with an incredible expression for a while, "You, are you the Yat Baron who killed countless Schwarpens? I didn't expect to see the real person so soon!"

The fat man's excitement seems to be not pretending.

"Baron Bob, are you ~?" Yat pointed to the huge team behind Bob.

"Mr. Att, you don't have to call me Baron Bob, just call me Bob."

"These are all the people in the territory of my father and brother."

Listening to the simple self-report of the poor baron in front of him, Yat actually felt a little strange.

It turned out that this fat guy named Bob Wolfgang was the second son of a frontier baron on the border line. His family had a manor, a village and two farms as fiefs. However, in the national war in which Swabian committed a major invasion a few years ago, his father died in the hands of the Swabian, and the family's fief was also occupied by the Swabian.

Later, Burgundy recovered the lost land. In order to punish the Wolfgang family's crime of losing land, the Besanson court deprived the Wolfgang family of two farms.

Bob's brother inherited the baron and the only remaining manor and village.

A few months ago, Swabian invaded the border again, and the Wolfgang family was the first to be hit. In order to avenge and defend the enemy, Bob's simple-minded and well-developed Baron Knight brother forced all the young and strong men in the territory to defend the enemy. In less than two weeks, the entire army was wiped out. His brother was stepped into flesh mud by Schwabian's heavy cavalry, and only one arm left to go home.

Bob had no intention of title and fiefdom. He was not loved by his father and brother since he was a child, and no one paid attention to his mother's death. The only thing he could accompany him from childhood were the books locked in the castle. He had no other hobbies except reading. His father forced him to practice the seven knight skills, hoping that he could become a knight under his brother's command. However, this fat boy had no interest in the knight's things at all, and was not mobile because of his bloated body and inconvenient movement.

This fat man who was not valued since childhood was just an apprentice knight.

Both father and brother died in battle, and Bob had no choice but to inherit the throne. Obviously, inheriting the throne at this time was not a happy thing. Schwarpen was about to come with his sword, and the territory no longer had any defensive ability.

At the critical moment, Bob chose to escape without any hesitation.

However, Bob's escape was not because he packed up his own gold and silver and ran away. He actually took away all the people in the territory, and no one left was left.

"I just think that these lords have followed the Wolfgang family for a hundred years. I really can't bear to have them slaughtered by the Schwabians again. And I firmly believe that as long as the lords around me are still there, I can always build a baron lord, so he brought them all by my side, a lot of them."

"But we have been living in other people's territory during this period. Now no one has any surplus food. The money, food and materials we brought from the village were quickly consumed. I heard that you recruited troops on a large scale, so I brought all the people in the leadership."

Bob said it very easily, but Yat knew that it would be difficult for him. If he only cared about the safety of himself and a few confidants, as a baron heir, he could live well, but now the two hundred tails behind him are purely two hundred burdens, and even the strongest body would have to be dragged to death, not to mention that the body in front of him was definitely not strong.

Yat glanced at the team behind Bob. The old man was coughing and the child was crying. The women looked at the old man and the child beside him with helpless expressions. Yat really didn't want to take such a burden.

"Sorry, Baron Bob, I am not a church relief hall. If I don't help refugees, I want to recruit troops that can follow me to fight." Yat directly rejected Bob without any hesitation.

Bob was not surprised by this result, nor was he upset about Yat's rejection. "Lord Yat, I know that these people cannot fight for you, but there are still many people who can work, including blacksmiths, carpenters, leathermakers, tailors, hunters and soldiers. Although they are all old guys, they can still squeeze out some oil. As for those women, they are all very hard-working people. As long as they give a bowl of rye every day, they can work better than men."

"Mr. Att, if you can have these people under me, I don't want a copper coin. You just treat them as hard labor for levy. Your army also needs to make fire, cook, log, and cut trees, etc., right? Just give some food, and you will be driven by me." Bob's tone was begging.

"Baron Bob, I am short of food now, and the supply of the army is still weak. But I admire your kindness. I will give you two hundred pounds of food. Take your leaders to the hinterland, where there may be a way out." Yat said as he turned around and left.

Bob immediately stepped forward, "Sir Yat, half a manor! If you can give me the hope of living among the people behind me, I will give you half a manor, and I can write a document immediately. Of course, I will have to wait until you recover the lost land. I will fulfill my promise."

Att stopped. This was the first time he saw a lord who took out territory to exchange for the lowly lords to save the lowly lords. He was a little moved.

"Three hundred pounds of food, save some food enough for you to reach the next county." After all, Yat did not take over the burden.

In the following days, Bramon City successively took over the troops from all over the world, and soon as more than 1,200 troops and miscellaneous soldiers rushed from all over the country.

Odo rushed back to Bramon City, and the patrol captain Obote, who was led by the Baron of the Southern Valley, also led Redoan, Benson and others to lead more than 40 soldiers who arrived in advance to Bramon City.

The number of troops that Yat can control has exceeded 2,500, of which more than 1,200 are directly his own army.

Thousands of people consume huge food every day, but in order to establish a basic command system for this pieced together army, Yatz convened commanders from various armies many times. After a long debate and compromise, they finally barely organized more than 1,200 troops from all over the country into several sub-groups.

This army, with a total of more than 2,500 people, is divided into two combat troops and one baggage unit.

The Yona Border Guard Corps of Yat is mainly responsible for fighting against Swabian reinforcements and resisting the offensive of Swabian's peripheral troops.

The joint army in various parts of the eastern border was commanded by Viscount Jon, three frontier barons and seven or eight defeated knights as the main commanders, who were responsible for attacking Genet.

Those miscellaneous soldiers and laborers who were eliminated from various armies formed the baggage force, led by Spencer, a logistics officer under Yat, and assisted by several officials and gentry in the border area. These three hundred people were mainly responsible for the purchase and collection of food supplies, the supply of food, the construction of barracks, and the production of siege equipment when attacking castles.

On the third Wednesday of December, a letter of order from the flying dove in Jonah's court was sent to the Hall of Lord Bramon.

Viscount Yat and Jon, who were convening pre-war military conventions, read the hot letter and slapped the table, "The Jonna Palace and the central command camp of the Restoration Army have authorized us to send troops to recover the lost territory! The Duchy of Burgundy will be in the north and shock the Duchy of Swabian!"
Chapter completed!