Just as the gentlemen of Bordeaux feared, the Spanish legion outside the city really did not leave after a day of stationing outside the city.

Workers who had fled from the coast said that the huge Spanish warships were still anchored offshore, that two companies of musketeers had occupied the harbor fort that had been blown up six months earlier, and that despite the fact that they had provided enough food and water, the Spanish legions outside the city had not left, and even began digging trenches on the third day.

The aristocrats of Bordeaux were not surprised by this, and only prayed that Marshal Billund would lead his army to arrive as soon as possible, but in fact there were many things in the world that could worry them.

On the fourth day of the arrival of the Spaniards in Bordeaux, Bordeaux received a reply from Marshal Billund in the northeast.

"The bad news, gentlemen, is that there are three thousand Spanish troops outside Bordeaux at this time, and they may want to plunder your towns, or they may be building siege camps, but no matter what happens, do not open the gates, let alone surrender, or the insatiable Spaniards will chew your bones to pieces; But it was not without good news, the good news was that there were only three thousand of them. ”

"If they had resorted to the siege, the battle would have been fierce, but in two months six hundred to twelve hundred Spaniards would have died under the city, and the death of these men would have demoralized the others, and eventually they would have to withdraw from the siege, and they would have to retreat, and the distance from Bordeaux to the coastal fortress would be ten fathoms, and the brave knights of Bordeaux on the way would have lost them another eight hundred, and it would have been a war worthy of the praise of Paris."

"Finally, brave gentlemen, I will wish you the best of luck." The Count of Potak, who had believed that Marshal Billon would be able to lead his army to the aid of Bordeaux, put down the letter, his voice trembling, his pale face looking like a ghost, and he read the last sentence of the letter softly with an indescribable pathos: "May God bless you." ”

Count Potak's face looked more bitter than eating the yellow lotus, he didn't care about the noisy nobles in the church, he just lowered his head and looked at the armor he was wearing rather distressed.

The delicate workmanship of this plate armor, with large gilt patterns that conceal the marks of multiple repairs, and the thicker and heavier plates, and the three riveted breastplates for easy movement all mean that this is an early plate armor with an ancient history, although it is thicker, it is iron, and the count has a guess that it does not seem to protect itself from muskets.

It is a family heirloom that he inherited from his ancestors along with the country estate.

Count Potak raised his head and looked around at the knights and knights who had gathered in the church to pray, and could only purse his lips helplessly, more than half of the hundreds of nobles gathered in the church, more than half of them were wearing the same old armor as himself, which was fifty years old.

There were also some who didn't even have to wear special plate armor, so they could only wear mass-produced plate armor or simple cuirass, which was no different from that of a soldier, and a few poor knights even wore chain mail, which was said to have been borrowed.

No one wants to wear these inferior products to war, but what else can be done?

They had never seen such a shameless enemy, in the war half a year ago, the captured nobles not only did not get the treatment they deserved, but even the armor and weapons on their bodies were taken away as trophies, and the ransom was not less, and finally the nobles who could not pay the ransom were even sent to Spain, and they were just sent back a few months ago.

In the two months since that battle, the Count has been able to guarantee that the best armor makers in Milan will ever dream of laughing.

The armor they ordered has not yet arrived, and a new battle is coming!

"It seems that Marshal Billon is busy with other things, more important than Bordeaux."

Potak's statement is clearly ironic, where is there more important thing in the province of Gienne than Bordeaux?

The King of Navarra and the City of Cahors? Come on, the nobles of Bordeaux don't care about Cahors, it is obviously the dowry of Princess Margot to the king of Navarre, and the king's unwillingness to fulfill the obligations promised by his brother will lead to the return of war, and they don't care about the battle that took place dozens of miles away.

"If you want to keep the heirloom, find a way to do what the marshal said, let the Spaniards die in the siege outside the city, and if you lose again......" The count originally wanted to say that if he lost again, he would not even be able to keep the heirloom, but suddenly thought that the enemies outside the city this time were not those terrible invaders from another continent, which couldn't help but make his originally pale cheeks red with excitement: "We will win!" ”

As soon as the words of the drum landed, the door of the church was suddenly opened by the head guard, and the sunlight shone into the church that was a little dim but densely stood with candles, and the tall guard in plate armor threw a long shadow into the church, his right arm supported the wooden door with intricate patterns, and his left arm stretched out to the south and pointed to the south: "Adults! Knights, more knights appear outside the city! ”

It seems that since the arrival of the Spanish Legion, the bad news has not stopped.

Count Potak followed all the people in the church, and the sound of clash of armor was in his ears, and he tried to roll over and climb onto his tall mount while sweating profusely, but he failed to do so twice, and finally got his horse with the help of his servants, and was too late when everyone else had already reached the top of the city.

To his astonishment, there were many people standing on the walls, but it sounded quieter than in the church.

Countless nobles, knights, and soldiers stood silently at the head of Bordeaux, causing Count Potak to mutter: What the hell is going on, doesn't it mean that there are knights outside the city?

Why don't you speak?

When he struggled to climb up the spiral staircase to the top of the castle and saw what was going on below, Potak, like his companions, could not utter a word.

The Count could only feel the world spinning and dizzy.

In the distance, columns of infantry stood strutting behind the trenches dug by the Spaniards, and in the middle were hundreds of knights in plate armor or cuirassa, all on tall French horses.

It seems that every knight in the city who participated in the field battle outside the city half a year ago was busy searching among the enemy troops who were in formation under the city, searching for the suit of armor that once belonged to him.

But before they saw their armor, what was even more striking was that the infantry stopped in front of the formation with eight horses carrying artillery carts, and eight guns lined up, and next to each artillery there was an equal number of infantry waiting for something.

Two flags were held high among the knights in parallel. One side belongs to the royal family of Valois, France, and the other side is painted with the coat of arms of the royal family of Navarre.

Under these two banners, two knights stood at the forefront, one of them was that they could never forget the young Ming general, and Count Potak even heard someone next to him exclaim: "It's him, I can recognize him with an iron mask, it's him!" ”

Potak thought to himself: Broken! The heirloom can't be saved!

In fact, there was a banner in the besieging army outside the city, a dragon banner, which had crossed the trench dug by the Spaniards on the shoulders of a rider in armor and came to the city.

Riding a relatively short Mongolian horse, the flat-faced Korean interpreter tied the dragon flag under the city, and the horse circled around the dragon flag, and then looked up at the tin man on the city and raised a friendly smile.

He coughed, cleared his throat, and raised his fist towards the city.

The strange tones of Chinese and Spanish were successively transmitted to the ears of everyone in the city by his loud and melodious voice.

"Gentlemen, I am ordered to convey to you the greetings of the Oriental Military Government of the Ming Empire, Chen Jiujing, the general of the second rank hussars and the chief military officer of Europa-I haven't seen you for half a year, you have gold, silver, and wealth, how much has your income increased?" /14_14088/