As a result, the knight Jose, who was dressed in black armor but had a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his mouth, became the focus of everyone.

He slowly rose from the ground, which made him seem so funny, that he had to hold the sword with one hand, while the other hooked the part above his neck in a strange gesture, and then pulled and pulled off half of his helmet, finally spitting the phlegm to the ground.

Everyone thought that the Knight of Hossai was going to take off his helmet and speak, but he released the hand that was hooking the helmet, and the masking helmet fell again above his neck.

"Ladies and gentlemen. ”

The José knight finally cleared his mouth and made his point.

"Since they are flying the banner of the Empire and wearing the armor of the Empire, how can they say whose people are they?"

The mind of the knight of José was still stuck in the days when the king led everything for the legions of the Empire, but now, the army of the Empire has long been divided into countless small groups by his "feudal system".

The shortest knight laughed angrily:

"They're all farmers working on my farm, so if they put on armor, they're not mine?"

Along with the two knights and their squires, there was a bit of a foolish look on their faces.

"Friend, this kind of joke doesn't make you seem smarter than others, it only makes you look stupider!"

The José knight climbed on horseback again.

"You're all still knights, aren't you? The knight's own vassals from the knights, since you're serving His Majesty the Emperor, ......?"

"Then he should be my man!"

The short knight loses all patience.

"Well, if you use this reason, it's like settling my account, but you're miscalculated! Old fellow, are you going to lose your money or pay for your life?"

This remark somewhat piqued the interest of the Knight José, who, in fact, although he did not run his own territory much, his work in the city of Valuno had allowed him to live a fairly comfortable life.

"How much are you going to cost, or how much do you think a dozen Imperial soldiers are worth?"

The short knight didn't seem to expect that the other José knights, who had just said left and right, were as if they had been enlightened in an instant, and the fire that had just surged in his heart was no place for catharsis.

He first glanced at his companions, and their faces were full of disdain.

Well, the short knight was supposed to preserve his dignity, but now he is treated as a money-gosiety.

At this time, Vidia happened to be observing the costumes of several knights and their attendants, revealing a somewhat interested look.

This gave him an idea again.

"Listen!" shouted the duck, who was still shaking people's eardrums, "I don't want any money from you, money can't bring my men back to life! I want the life of your men, the life of the boy behind you, if you pay me his life, and give me a sum of money for the poor farmer's family, we will settle the matter!"

These couldn't help but make the faces of the three knights present, including José Knight, change.

The squire is a knight's most important asset, and it usually takes about half the time for a knight to train a real knight who can be useful on the battlefield, and at the same time, the squire himself is not engaged in production, but is a professional soldier on a farm.

Such a person is often a lifelong friendship with the knight himself on the battlefield, how can it be compared with the names of several farmers?

This is completely vexatious on the part of the dwarf.

Knight José pulled his sword from the ground and limped forward two steps.

"You must fight me?"

The dwarf looked a little contemptuous.

"Do you think that by cutting down a few of my attendants, you can be on an equal footing with me?"

Well, at the moment, the Great Prussians are generally superstitious about the strength of the cavalry, especially after a few big victories, the knights themselves have played a great value, which makes some knights have some "honey confidence" in their character.

That is, the soldiers generally believed that they could defeat their own knights, but the knights themselves did not consider these infantry to be their enemies.

This battle will continue for a long time, so I will not talk about it here for the time being.

But in any case, the duel between the José knight and the dwarf knight seems to be inevitable.

The knight of medium height, who had been silent all along, frowned, and he said in a tone that bordered on reprimand

"You, a knight, must fight with your knight brother because of such a trivial matter as a squire?"

Well, it was still the José knight who he reprimanded.

If the Jose Knight flinched when he was in danger of this, he would not be a José Knight.

Even without the group of mercenaries he had personally trained around him, he himself was not afraid of anyone.

"Could it be that you knights now have learned to say so much before dueling? Or maybe you want to duel with me too? Listen, I'm a knight of José from Valuno, you can fight if you want." ”

This is the battle letter to the knight of medium height.

From the very beginning, Vidia paid particular attention to the knight who spoke the least.

Of the three knights, he was the only one with a shiny scabbard pinned to his waist.

This is not a special ornament, but exists as a warrior's seal.

He was a man who was good at wielding swords, but he didn't know how good he was, but in terms of age, he was in the prime of life, and he had an advantage over his lame father.

But he eventually shook his head.

"I don't fight cripples and old men, and I don't want to fight the knights of the Empire. ”

After saying this, he turned around and left the land that was about to become a battlefield, as if he had encountered something that made him feel disgusting.

No matter how much the tall knight tried to dissuade him, he could not be told to stay.

And with him were two attendants.

As far as Vidia was concerned, those two were also the most elite of the four.

Seeing that the knight of medium height left pretentiously, the tall knight did not have the initial casualness, but complained to the short knight, as if saying that the short man had ruined his good deeds.

Of course, Knight José had no interest in knowing what else could be "good" between them, so he walked to a plain with his sword.

Not to be outdone, the dwarf turned and glared at the tall man, but in the end he didn't get angry at him, just glanced at the departing knight and muttered a few words.

Then he turned around and said.

"Forget it, old man, I'll tell you the truth. ”

The dwarf climbed down from his horse and did not even draw his sword.

"My attitude just now was just ......"

The dwarf tried to explain something, but the knight José, who had been waiting on the ground for a long time, did not intend to listen to him, and beckoned to the dwarf in the face.

The dwarf couldn't dodge it, and took two steps back, but he didn't expect the ice on the ground and its slippage, causing his short and fat body to fall to the ground, and his center of gravity was unbalanced, almost crashing into the tip of José's sword.

If this hand, even if the dwarf does not die on the spot, he will at least shed his skin afterwards.

It's winter now, at least it reduces the probability of inflammation of the wound, otherwise it will be ten deaths.

Looking at the silver glittering piece that was constantly enlarged in front of him, the dwarf not only had no resentment about what had just happened, but even wanted to cry out to the old knight in front of him.

It's just that when the dwarf closed his eyes in despair, there was a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen, as if a powerful force had pushed him to the ground.

Although this made him a little embarrassed, at least he escaped the disaster of blood light.

The tall knight finally reacted, and he rode to the center of the duel between the two, trying to separate them with the advantage of riding on horseback, especially the lame man who had always had a strange temper.

"Stop!

He shouted loudly, and beckoned several attendants who were still stunned to come over and tell his master to hurry up and stop.

It's just that the fight is like this, and the winner is clear.

Even if the José knight was unforgiving and made the first move, the dwarf himself knew at the moment of the fight that he was by no means José's opponent.

Without him, he would not have been able to attack others with the means José had just used on him. The two movements, one split and one kick, are the result of having their own understanding of swordsmanship and fighting concepts.

The dwarf got up from the ground tremblingly, but he didn't notice that a puddle of yellow liquid of unknown reason had flowed from the place where he had just been lying......

The tall one only glanced at it slightly, and there were two big heads on each head.

The duel of the Great Prus Empire is not as barbaric as the steppe people, as long as the two sides fight well, then even the loser has the same "honor" at all, but if the dwarf is careless like this, he can no longer mention any honor, it just makes him feel ashamed.

He hurriedly gave the dwarf attendant a look, meaning to ask the attendant to deal with the embarrassing situation for his master a little.

But what he didn't expect was that the squire felt that it was too disgusting to wipe such a butt for his master, and under the repeated urging of the tall knight, he slowly moved his horse over, or the short knight himself got up from the ground step by step, glanced in the direction of the knight Jose in a panic, snatched the horse from his squire, and after riding on, he glanced at the knight Jose again, and then left this ghost place with the tall knight without looking back.

The dwarf finally touched his bruised cheek, which had been fallen, and kept this in his mind.

Although he was very ashamed of his inferior skills, and it was not appropriate to mention it again, the fact that the knights who fought with him did not compensate him for the losses of the peasants and soldiers undoubtedly provided an excuse for his subsequent targeting.

Immediately afterwards, the dwarf could not help but come up with a series of images, in which the man in the helmet was prostrate on the ground, sincerely apologizing to him in front of the middleman, and paying a large amount of gold.

The nobles and emperors supported him, and a group of knight brothers surrounded him, and the men crawled on the ground like a serf, licking his toes and begging for forgiveness.

At this moment, a voice sounded in his ears, like thunder, and he was awakened from his imagination again.

"Do you know who he is?"

The tall knight asked.

After the two knights and their attendants, Vidia similarly climbed off his horse and walked to the side of José's knight.

And the knight laughed and said, "Look, Vidia, this is a lesson for cowards and fools. ”

But Wei Di asked a little worriedly: "Father, you haven't joined the empire's army for a long time, and your friends back then are all getting old, even if you are still alive, it is not inconvenient to come to the army to stand up for you, offend them, is it any good for you?"

The knight looked into the distance, pulled down his helmet and continued to laugh

"Hey, that's what I'm most proud of, do you think they'll recognize who we are? Idiot, what's stupid!hahaha!"

Looking at the smug look on his father's face, Vidia's heart was a little complicated.

Although he was also pleased to win the war, he was far less happy than his father had shown.

To be exact, he had never seen a knight José so happy when he was barely fighting.

A mysterious thought gradually emerged from his mind......

He shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to shake this thought out of his head, but this thought seemed to be deeply planted in his heart, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not send it out of his body.

"So, father, where should we go next?"

Vidia asked.

"Along the path of fools, of course...... Since they had come from the north and did not carry much supplies with them, it meant that they must have a camp nearby, and we would probably meet the commander of the Imperial army in a short time as we followed the path they had taken. ”

At the mention of the commander of the army, José's face showed a bit of childlike admiration.

He still can't forget that year's quartermaster.

What a good man, if it weren't for him, maybe he would have died in that valley in Cyprus.

On a whim, the Knight José simply pulled his son to tell the history of the formation of the army of the Grand Purus.

The army of the Great Prus was a coalition of chieftains of various tribes, and the king himself was only the largest of them.

On the battlefield, the chiefs of the various tribes nominally obeyed the king's arrangement, but in reality more often they went their own way, chasing after them when the wind was good on the battlefield, and when the tide of the war was unfavorable, they were completely defeated.

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