And his opponent is not so "professional" in terms of strategy.

In response to the common sense of call, in the face of the opponent's attack, the challenger at this time should put on a "lower style" that emphasizes defense, and then use his light armor to move to the enemy's side, and then make other plans.

But the challenger doesn't seem to be worried about his opponent's attack at all, or rather he doesn't want to put on a defensive posture in front of his opponent's attack.

On the contrary, as his opponent continued to move forward, he turned his sword back to the "rear-end" direction, that is, the sword was carried to the side of his side, this seemingly disarming posture of the weapon, in fact, can often exert the greatest power in the swing, is the most undesirable and the least neglected of many martial arts skills.

This positive stance of welcoming the enemy apparently broke the Knight's original idea.

If the Can Knight strikes his challenger with a sword at this moment, his attack will be effective immediately, but for the most part, he himself may be counterattacked by his opponent.

And the premise of all this is that it acts on the psychology of the opponent.

Vidia was standing closest to the battlefield, so he could often hear the conversation of the battlering twins.

For example, the current Can Rider is cursing his opponent in a low voice that he is a madman who has no "fighting spirit".

His opponent retorted in a low voice, saying that he was just an idiot who would memorize a tactical table.

The two sides faced each other for a while, but in the end, the heavily armored knight fell into disadvantage.

He put on the "lower style" that his opponent should use, and took the initiative to withdraw from the enemy's attack range.

And this prudent tactic undoubtedly caused ridicule from the nobles.

The banquet has quietly started at some point.

The nobles sitting in the banquet hall were quietly filled with a variety of delicacies.

They can just enjoy the rich meat while pointing the finger at the situation on the battlefield.

Most of them don't know the art of fencing at all, but they all look like real insiders.

"Hey, what kind of battle are they fighting, for a long time, they haven't even touched it, and the current southerners are too afraid of death. ”

"Boy, if you really want to be a warrior, like a man, hit him on the head with a sword, hurry up!"

And those knights of unknown origin are some quietly watching the development of the battle, and some are quietly enjoying the food in front of them.

Instead of using the knife, which the Duke had prepared for the banquet, they took out the daggers they had brought with them.

But no matter what they were doing, it was as if they had made up their minds not to say a word before the final outcome came.

They were in a similar situation to the knight Jose, but the knight who had returned from the southern expedition did not want to speak, but was so choked by the food stuffed in his mouth that he could not say a word.

But despite this, he stuffed all the food in front of him into his stomach pouch as quickly as he could.

Vidia knew his father's dietary preferences, and people like him, as long as they ate once, could last for a day, or even a few days, without eating or drinking, and working the battlefield like a cow.

It was a time of war, and although few of the nobles present were really concerned about the life or death of the emperor, the knight of José ...... He was indeed the kind of person who would not and could not betray his monarch under any circumstances.

After the Can Rider voluntarily gave up his first attack, he quickly fell into the "abyss" of passive defense.

Although his opponents rarely attack him directly, they seem to be particularly fond of pointing at their opponents with an offensive posture, and in this way constantly exerting pressure to find flaws.

And this is indeed in line with Vidia's appetite, his instructor is a general in charge of the army's forward, and the battlefield knowledge he imparts is naturally only in the form of "wide open and close".

If he had to judge himself by Vidia, he wouldn't even mind admitting that he was a "strategist who blindly trusts the offensive."

In his opinion, whoever holds the initiative in the battle already has at least half of the advantage.

Because the attacker can choose the worst form of the defender to attack, and the defender is always ready to use his worst form to face the best state of the opponent.

Eventually, the knight, who was on the challenger's side, finally found an area that the iron-clad Abbasquians couldn't defend, and gave him a "fatal blow" by relying on the natural blind spots created by his own iron armor.

The two-handed sword at his waist swayed with the powerful pull of his arm and slammed into the heavily armored knight's waist.

While it is true that he wears iron armor around his waist, the power of the two-handed sword used by the knight of Great Prus doesn't care how thick the armor is.

Weighing nearly fifteen kilograms, it could knock a grown man, or rather, all the imaginary enemies wielding the sword, to the ground, even as a bar of iron that had not been sharpened.

Although the knight who was overturned by the iron dragon did not have any obvious external injuries on his body, he was quickly pulled away by his own attendants and the servants of the duke's hall and taken out, but Vidia, who was only about ten meters away from the scene, saw it clearly.

The knight was indeed deposed. Not only did he cut a crack in his armor, but more importantly, he didn't know how many of his ribs were broken.

Even if you can save a breath later, there is a chance that you will be reduced to a wasted person, not to mention putting on your armor and leading the soldiers to defend the territory like a warrior.

Even the work of a farmer is a very sad burden for his terrible health.

Although a large group of laymen could not see the doorway, as the knight was carried away, Vidia clearly observed that the duke's eyes had shrunk somewhat.

But then he showed a look of nonchalance, although he verbally said that he would take the best care of the knight who had just been wounded, and that the "miracle doctor" he had asked for from the emperor would make a brave knight alive again in a week.

But Vidia wouldn't believe his nonsense, at most it lowered his credibility in his own heart.

There may be many others who can observe the "mystery" of this, but they are more inclined to adopt the ostrich policy.

As long as I don't ask, I can't see.

Everyone present was more concerned about the treatment of the winner, after all, few people put themselves in the role of losers, and those who planned to participate in this competition did not think that they would lose, and besides, in this crazy country, defeat before fighting would itself be considered a sign of cowardice.

The Duke greeted the victor, who was still gasping for breath, and though he was old enough to be the knight's father, he warmly addressed him: My knight's brother.

"Brother, what kind of swordsmanship did you just have, what a wonderful performance, if you don't mind, I would like to appoint you as the chief knight of my court power now, and the knights under my command are compared to your swordsmanship...... That's just another group of damn Wiegands!"

In the face of Duke Cheya's flattery, the young victor did not pay attention to his intentions, but turned his gaze to the knight of Echmon, as if to ask for his permission.

However, his inquiring gaze was only retracted for a moment, and he retreated as if he had temporarily recalled something important, leaving only a puddle of hesitation.

He lowered his head slightly, and although he was cautious in his words, he could not hide his arrogance in his voice.

"Lord Duke, I have no intention of offending you...... But, I must say, I have no intention of serving in your court, I am only a man who is good at wielding the sword, and I will not be a good ruler of your land. ”

A look of astonishment and embarrassment suddenly flashed on Duke Cheya's face, but he himself quickly corrected it, and only on the face of his eldest son, he could still appreciate this demeanor for a long time, so as to observe the mental trauma suffered by the Cheya family in Fang, and how heavy it was.

He looked left and right for a moment, and coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Of course, I am responsible for the etiquette of the host of the banquet in order to respect the most genuine opinions and ideas of our guests, and to protect them from threats and control. ”

Of course, this is just an embarrassing episode.

The banquet and the competition went on as usual, and José and Vidia ate quietly as usual.

I have to say that in the banquet hall, Vidia was already a little embarrassed to find that several servants who were serving food seemed to have their eyes on the two of them.

As soon as their plates were placed on the table, they were immediately replaced, and they seemed to be looking for some kind of pattern for their guests to eat, and the best of the best, Jose, Vidia, became their best experiment.

Aside from these embarrassments, the banquet was quite in line with Vidia's appetite.

From the point of view of hunger, fish is the main dish of meat supply.

This is determined by the price of various meats, although it is a bit funny to say, but these northern men who are more than 1.8 meters tall and weigh about 90 kilograms eat the most meat on their recipes, which is simple and cheap grilled fish.

But the Duke's cook seems to have some more innovative ideas, he stewed fish and vegetables into a thick soup, and added a considerable amount of spices to it, so that these seemingly ordinary fish have a bit of a "skyrocketing" feeling.

It was also the first time that Vidia had tasted a delicious fish soup.

But at the end of the long table, the fight was just beginning.

Although the knights of unknown origin did not participate in the tournament again as a courtesy, just the nobles from the north were enough to fight for a long time.

Moreover, because Count Cheya allowed these nobles to wear their own weapons to fight, it also added a lot of new "fun" to the competition.

Not to mention the darling of the Northland's arsenal, the battle axe, a weapon that has been tested for a long time, has a lot of spears alone.

However, the spear showed some signs in the hall that it could not be used, so there were few winners, but fortunately, Count Chea adhered to the principle of non-favoritism (favoritism) and forcibly left two nobles who lost with their spears.

After all, the Cheya family is only a duke, and the heirs of their own family are prosperous, so even the duke himself claims to "recruit wise men", after rewarding three barons and seven or eight knights, his face also showed a little embarrassment.

His original intention was to attract a few counts, or at least barons, to work for him, not because of his ability, but because he could quickly absorb the population from their domain.

However, as long as the nobles who were invited, even if his own title was only a small baron, their butts sat like an iron nail tied to the board, and no matter how many words Che Ya wasted and poured a few large glasses of ale, he was stunned that there was no one who participated.

Vidia even wondered if these people were planning to solve the problem on the spot.

No matter how attractive the knightly tournament is, this banquet is going on, both the host and the guests are already extremely tired.

This is the daily life of northerners, who have never had a nightlife and have little interest in staying up late.

Vidia looked at the door of the hall helplessly, eager to walk out of here. In fact, nearly half of the guests have already done so.

As long as the foreign knights, who did not drink and rarely ate, still looked in good spirits, they sat in their chairs as if they were in their own homes.

At this moment, a man who looked like a guard officer came in from outside the hall, and he was against the crowd, his face was a little apprehensive at first, but when he saw the Knight José, who was still dealing with the fish on his plate, his face immediately showed the same happy expression that a civilized man has when he sees an old friend.

He mingled among the servants who came and went, and the nobles who left the table, and he looked unremarkable, but Vidia recognized him at a glance.

"Oh, it's the officer!"

The officer took a slight look at Duke Cheya's face, then ran over with brisk steps, and greeted the knight and the duke with an exaggerated military salute.

This differential treatment made several nobles seated, especially those knights who ate and drank and wore armor, suddenly became interested.

Knight Eichmon put down the dagger in his hand and looked at Knight José with astonished eyes.

When Duke Cheya saw the attendant running in, he was slightly stunned for a moment, and then suddenly recalled another scene he had arranged at the banquet in the eyes of the attendant.

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