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The grass grows and warblers fly, and in the Lion River Valley of the Holy See, groups of peasant women are scattered among the fields and are busy farming.
The Holy See issued a nationwide mobilization order. Except for the disabled, the old, the weak, women and children, most of the men were conscripted into the army and went to the front.
The result is that those strong women have to take on the tasks of the men and go to the fields to cultivate food.
If the various crops are not cultivated in time, then they may be hungry.
However, women's physical strength is not as good as men's after all. Although these women are tired enough to sow seeds, there are still large tracts of fertile land that are still barren.
In order to sow the seeds as soon as possible, the nobles of those towns also sent their servants to supervise the fields, urging the strong women to speed up the progress day and night.
After all, most of the land belongs to the nobles in the town, and the people in the surrounding villages are tenants and slaves of the nobles.
"Don't dawdle!"
"If you don't finish sowing this field, you don't have to eat your lunch!"
Seeing the strong women covered in mud, the steward with one hand on his waist kept urging and threatening them.
These strong women also dare not speak out, they miss their men, if their men are at home, they will not be so bitter.
When the strong women were sowing hard under the urging of the steward, the sound of horseshoes sounded on the road in the distance.
The sound of horseshoes attracted the stewards in the field and the strong women who worked hard, and they all turned their eyes to the past.
I saw a few unkempt men with ragged clothes and blood stains coming from a distance.
If it weren't for these people riding war horses with weapons on the saddles, they would have mistakenly thought these people were beggars.
These people glanced at the strong women working in the fields, and immediately rode their horses towards the vast manor in the distance.
Seeing that these people were heading towards the manor, the steward standing between the fields changed his expression wildly, and hastily rang the gong to warn the bandits.
"Clang clang clang!"
The sound of the gong resounded in the fields, and the strong women who were working seemed to be frightened, and they ran away into the distance one after another. They thought it was bandits coming.
The Holy See used to be safe for the country and the people. After all, the city lords everywhere had their own guards, and the nobles also had their own private guards.
These guards are well-equipped, even if they are attacked by bandits, they can calmly deal with them.
Moreover, there are troops of the Skitarii stationed in the larger towns everywhere, and the bandits dare not do anything wrong.
But now the Holy See is recruiting troops wantonly, which has caused the defense forces in various places to be extremely weak.
In the past, the bandits who only dared to operate in the mountains have now spread to the relatively fertile Shizihe Plain.
In the recent period of time, there has also been a group of powerful bandits around the Garth Manor, which made the locals tremble with fear.
When the gongs outside the Garth Manor kept ringing and the strong women working in the fields dispersed in a rush, the unkempt cavalry arrived outside the Garth Manor.
On the wall of the Garth Manor, more than a dozen guard soldiers holding bows and arrows bent their bows nervously and aimed at the uninvited guests.
"I'm Lawson, open the door!"
A bearded man in the lead looked at more than a dozen manor guard soldiers pointing their longbows at them on the fence, and said weakly.
"Lawson?"
After hearing this, the guard soldiers were also taken aback, but they were still full of vigilance.
They are naturally familiar with Lawson, after all, they are the greatest pride of their Garth Manor.
Lawson is the red-clothed general of the Fourth Army of the Cathar Army, and he is a high-ranking and powerful presence in the entire Holy See.
They saw the ragged and unkempt people outside, they didn't look like their young masters at all.
"Is it really Master Lawson?"
Soon, the housekeeper who learned that bandits were attacking hurried to the Wall Mountain. After receiving the report from the guard soldiers, he was also full of doubts.
Master Lawson is a general in red. He has already led his troops to the Far East. How could he come back suddenly.
"Quickly open the door, I have something important to do." Lawson said weakly.
The housekeeper watched his young master grow up, he heardAfter careful identification of Lawson's voice, it was confirmed that the beggar-like person outside was indeed their young master Lawson and the heir of the future manor.
"Quickly open the door!"
Under the order of the butler, several soldiers of the manor guard opened the gate of the manor and welcomed the embarrassed Lawson in.
"Master Lawson, why do you look like this?"
Seeing Lawson's sloppy appearance, the housekeeper of the manor also had question marks all over his face.
"The front line has lost the battle, and we have lost the battle."
Lawson didn't hide the slightest bit, after all, he was very lucky to be able to escape back.
"Defeated?"
The butler was also speechless by Lawson's words.
You know, this time the Holy See is mobilizing across the country, with nearly a million troops going out, how could it be defeated.
But seeing his young master's miserable appearance, he couldn't help but not believe it.
"Is there any food, we are very hungry."
Seeing the manor housekeeper who was standing there, Lawson sat down on the chair and said.
"Master Lawson will be there later, I'll get ready right away."
While the butler was rushing to prepare the food, he also urgently passed the news of the return of Lawson, the general in red, to the master in the city.
When Lawson and several subordinates were wolfing down food at home, the owner of Garth Manor, Lawson's old father, Lucas, also rushed back.
As a great nobleman in this area, Lucas Gass is proud of having a powerful son.
But now seeing that unkempt man with no aristocratic image gobbling it up, he couldn't recognize that it was his most proud son.
"Lawson, is the battle really lost at the front?"
But now what he cares most about is the battle on the front line. His family and the Holy See are all prosperous, and all are damaged.
Once the front line is defeated, if the cavalry of the Far Eastern Army go all the way to the hinterland, their family will be greatly affected.
After Lawson saw his white-haired father, he, a majestic general in red, couldn't help crying.
When they were besieged by the Far Eastern Army and saw the troops along the way collapsed and routed, he thought he would never see his relatives again in this life.
Now that he escaped back and saw his beloved father, all his grievances and fears could no longer be concealed.
"Okay, okay, just come back."
Seeing his always wise and capable son breaking down and crying loudly, Lucas also patted him on the shoulder and comforted him in a low voice.
It wasn't until Lawson, the general in red, vented fiercely, that he told his father the ins and outs of the matter.
"It's over, it's over."
After listening to his son's narration, the complexion of the well-informed old aristocrat Lucas also turned gray.
Their army suffered an unprecedented fiasco on the front line, and the Far Eastern Army is advancing towards their Holy See.
Now apart from various city lords, nobles and some small-scale private guards in their Holy See, there are almost no formed troops.
Hundreds of thousands of troops were defeated in the hands of the Far Eastern Army. Now facing the menacing Far Eastern Army, he seemed to see the fate of destroying the country, and looked pessimistic and desperate. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com