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Although the young Albert had the heart to liven up the atmosphere, he was afraid that Raymond would rise up and give himself a long lecture.[At that time, it was still a trivial matter that I was upset, I was afraid Isabella could not bear it, jumped up and beat the two of us together]

After thinking about it again and again, the little Albert could only retract into his seat tremblingly, not knowing how many times he played with the weapon.The only thing on the bullock cart is this one that is the most gracious and practical, and makes the eleven-year-old boy the most happy.

The dagger that the second brother gave him, it really didn't look at enough.The blacksmith apprentice Jorge Lumen, the craftsmanship is actually very rusty, the dagger he slaps is not aesthetic at all, just a piece of sharp iron with a handle.But this sharp iron has a wooden handle to open the blade, and it is not a problem to use it to stab living creatures, not to mention that it grows nearly half an inch longer than that of the village chief's girl.

For little Albert, it was a short sword.With this sharp blade, Kotweimel’s Lai boy and old drunkard dare not take the initiative to come up to find the fault, and they will bypass the distance; when he spreads lies, the audience will be frightened by the iron blade, most politely Put forward a few rebuttals, instead of screaming and screaming.

[The wolf is coming. The child in the story, if there is an iron guy on him, the villagers would be more polite to him.But then again, Laiwazi who is making up nonsense, is that qualified to carry weapons?

He couldn't answer this question, let alone seek advice from others, so he had to bury his doubts deeply in his heart and continue to look at the scenery while holding on to the railing.However, he didn't have much time to play, because the Empire Avenue was really easy to walk, and the stone wall of Kotweimel had appeared in the field of vision.

Kotvemel is one of many "planned villages" in the southwest region of Aquitaine.They are like the village of Noblewa. They hold the autonomy license issued by the duke and are only responsible to the wise Duke of Aquitaine and the great Frankish king. The surrounding barons, earls, and property knights and other nobles do not want to stretch their claws. Come in.

However, the reasons for the birth of Noblewa and Kotweimel are quite different.The former is a pure farming village built by the duke by recruiting people from various places in order to open (expand) reclaim (fill) waste (wealth) lands (sources) and remunerate with autonomy permits; the latter is much larger in scale and has many residents. There are three hundred households, and there are deep ditch and high walls surrounding the village. The defense is stronger than some nobles’ homes and can mobilize two hundred townsmen and soldiers if necessary.

In the northern foothills of the Pyrenees, the "planned village" is a very important defensive stronghold, basically a military fort.Little Albert often followed his father and brother to Kotweimel for the big fair. In October last year, he just saw the soldiers showing off their trophies: broken swords and rust spears, fragments of chain armor, plate armor with holes, human head beasts, everything. It's all bloody and shocking.

They will go into the forest every year to clear up bandits and goblins, and sometimes go to the south to support friendly forces.However, the urban militias and soldiers were not very active this year. After the New Year celebration, the village owner never called this group again.In February, Jorri was taken by his master to go to the market. After he returned home, he kept complaining about "It's really boring. I didn't see a soldier in armor."

This is normal.The townsmen and soldiers are not knights. If they are not summoned, they have to go back to their homes and help the plow to work like ordinary farmers.The end of March and the beginning of April coincided with spring plowing, and the fields, cattle and sheep were indispensable to take care of. Such a large number of strong laborers are as sought-after as real money.

think carefully.Little Albert set up the pergola and squinted at Cotweimel to the north.[Spring plowing is indeed a major event, a remarkable event.If the village of Noblewa has no good reason, it is really difficult for them to send troops to help.But it would be too much to lie about this... Wait, there seems to be something inserted near Dongzhai Gate?

The straight-line distance between the bullock cart and the stone wall is about two hundred methods (about 320 meters).He could only vaguely see one, two, three, four, a total of four long rods, with something round on top.The white melon still has three months to harvest, and the size is definitely not that big, so the problem is here:

What kind of rare things will be inserted outside the trenches by the planned village with great fanfare?

"Blue Finger" François stood up, and even took off his favorite bird beak mask in order to look carefully.Lucien drew back "swish" as if being burned by a wildfire, and drew ten characters in a hurry.Seeing that the two drivers were so nervous, Raymond Janek also turned his head, but he was short-sighted and stared at him for a long time, but he didn't see why."It's weird." He shrugged, and smoothly pulled Albert's sleeve:

"What the hell was inserted that scared them like this. Forget it, believer Albert, sit down. Don't be overly curious. When you enter the gate, the doubt will disappear."

"Do you still need to enter the door?" Isabella interrupted suddenly, her voice thick and mute, and it really sounded like a frost giant.She tossed the soft pillow aside, stretched lazily, and then squeezed to the front of the carriage like a huge moving wall."I'm lame and just say it. I'm not unhelpful!" She pushed the two passengers in the same car to the side, muttering and holding the brim of the straw hat, looking at the ever-increasing planning village:

"No one in the village knows that my eyes are better than a falcon. Mao can see it clearly as far as this is—what am I supposed to be, isn't it just a human head? With four spears stuck in, Standing on the edge of the trench. That's how the baronies dealt with poachers."

As soon as these words came out, Raymond Janek shut up, closed his eyes and began to pray silently.Little Albert also seemed to be shocked, and instantly sat back under the car.For a long time, he was like being blindfolded, unable to breathe a breath of air into the lung lobes, and hovering around the edge of suffocation. When he finally recovered, the bullock cart started to bump again, because the petition team had already Turned into the ramp, only one step away from the destination.

The stone walls of Kotweimel are very beautiful. The sandstone and limestone are cut in the right way, and they are glued together piece by piece with mortar, and the surface is almost invisible.There are several wooden towers on the thick walls of the two-way search. They are used for observation during wartime. They are usually used for flags and curtains. They are colorful and beautiful;

The sturdy arched gate is even more important. It was made of expensive thick bricks and was stronger than ordinary chapels. The oak doors were covered with iron sheets, said to be strong enough to withstand trebuchets, and there were beautiful small shrines built around them for the Frankish kingdom and the Duke of Aquitaine. The two lord-protection saints of the two are double blessed and double beautiful.