"What stupid are you talking about?" With a whip in his hand, James glared at the three hussars in front of him, believing that the three foolish fellows were trying to deceive him.

"Lord Baron, we are not lying." The three hussars put their felt hats on their chests and said to the baron with a sincere expression.

"Grington doesn't have a castle at all, are you pigs? That's just a village. "James is simply angry at this idiot who has no common sense, Glynton is just the most barren territory of the Locke family, the Barons of Locke have not bothered to develop at all except to collect taxes, and this is not a strategic place at all, no one will build a castle here.

"We swear in the name of the Lord God." The three hussars hurriedly knelt down and swore to James.

"Say!" In a fit of rage, James raised his whip and struck the three light cavalrymen on their backs, knocking them to the brim.

"Lord Baron is not to be mad at such a lowly fellow." James's attendant hurriedly stepped forward to persuade.

"Gather the soldiers at once, and let's attack Glinton in one go, haha, let me see the so-called Glinton Castle!" Laughing angrily, James walked over to the horse led by his squire, stepped on the stirrup and turned on the horse, and then ordered the knights to gather their soldiers.

The lazy serfs cheered up, and they tried to raise their heads and bulge their bellies, making a majestic appearance, but the malnourished faces and thin bodies, and the shoes with their toes exposed, only made them look funny.

"Whoa~." But the knights who rode past the serfs were different, dressed in fine leather or chain mail, with sturdy iron helmets on their heads, and brightly colored capes behind them, covered with smocks bearing their family coats of arms, and pennants fluttering on their spears.

Each knight had two or three attendants by his side, and these attendants were responsible for carrying the knight's weapons and guards, and they carried swords and shields around the knight to protect their masters, which means that the knight's combat power was not only his own, but also the attendants he led.

James sat on his horse and looked ahead dumbfounded, he opened his mouth to say something, but found that he didn't know what to say, a tall wall was really erected in Glinton.

"What is this, is there something wrong with my eyes?" James paused for a moment and turned his head to ask the attendant beside him.

"Yes, it's the walls, Lord Baron." In the face of the facts, even James's favorite squire can't lie and cover it up.

"The walls, the damn walls, who did it?" James muttered to himself, the squire understood what the baron meant, with Glinton's own strength, he could not build a stone wall, and it must be that Bruce had the support of the other nobles, so it was tricky for James.

While James was in the village of Grington looking at the city walls, Bruce was also in the tower watching James, his brother bent on killing himself, and the two brothers stared at each other across a high wall.

"What kind of flag is that, it's that idiot Bruce who even has such an ugly flag!" James looked at the banner hanging on the wall of the Glinton city wall, and said with a sneer, The horizontal added to the Locke cross looks very lame and strange, but now it is hanging on the city wall in a grand manner.

"Lord Baron, Glynton already has the walls, and we must change our battle plan." At this time, the knights of Locke Manor came to James's side, and the knights, who had a lot of military experience, immediately suggested to him.

"Baron, should we choose siege or assault?" The knights asked James after making a judgment.

"Besiege the city first, let Bruce know our strength, and then send an emissary to demand his surrender." James bites the nail of his right thumb, a habitual movement he makes when he's nervous.

"Siege, IMHO, we carry not enough food to besiege such a fortress." A middle-aged knight with red hair, tucked his helmet under his arm, reminded James.

"Of course I do, but the Greentons don't." James, on the other hand, had his own ideas, and he wanted to crush the Greentons psychologically.

The knights looked at each other, and it was undeniable that James's idea was still very good, as long as the defenders of the city wavered, they would have a chance.

James's soldiers rushed into the village of Glinton, they dismantled the doors of the houses in the village and turned them into shields, and then erected the shields outside the Glinton fortress, and the three hundred soldiers formed a horizontal formation behind the shields, although the formation looked a little loose because of the terrain and the obstacles of the village buildings, but the army of three hundred people was quite imposing at first glance.

"Roar, roar~~." The knights of Locke Manor were dressed in bright armor, they rode their horses proudly, galloping slowly in front of the battle, looking at the strong and mighty knights on their side, James's soldiers couldn't help but raise their weapons and shout wildly, and the sound of waves crashing on the city wall.

"Is this a demonstration against me?" Bruce looked at the soldiers opposite him from the tower and couldn't help but smile.

"Lord Lord, aren't they going to attack directly if they don't send people to negotiate before the battle?" Edward licked his chapped lips, the other side had an army of three hundred men, and the city walls of Grington plus all the people who could fight were only more than eighty.

"If we had attacked, we would have attacked it a long time ago, this is to scare and scare us." Bruce looked through the peephole in the tower, and sure enough, the knights were just walking slowly in front of the battle formation, and they didn't mean to lead the army to attack.

"Coward, if you want to fight, just come!" Danny sat in the tower, grinding his axe against a stone, wiping his thumb for sharpness.

Suddenly, from the side of Locke's army, a squire with a banner came out, and he rode towards the city wall of Grinton with the banner held high.

"It's negotiation, and they want to negotiate." Eve leaned against the corner of the tower, her back to the wall, her bow and arrows in her hand, and said to Bruce inside the tower.

"Be vigilant." Bruce nodded, and he walked out of the tower to the city wall, and the squire hurriedly raised the flag in his hand.

"I'm Lord James's squire, and on behalf of Lord James, I want to talk to Lord Bruce." The squire raised his face and shouted to Bruce on the wall.

"I'm Lord Glinton, Bruce. Locke. Bruce said to the squire below the wall with his left foot on the battlement, his hands on his knees, and leaning forward slightly.

"Lord Bruce, you are no longer the rightful lord of Grington, and the honorable Lord James has announced that you will be stripped of your title and land." The squire shouted loudly at the city wall, deliberately loudly declaring that Bruce's rule had no legitimacy, but in fact this was not said to Bruce, but to the rest of Grinton, if there was a rebellion within Grinton, then it would make the siege twice as effective with half the effort.

"Hahaha, this land was given to me by my father, and no one can take it away from me." Bruce laughed and said disappreciatively.

"Don't rebel against Lord Bruce, the honorable Baron has many times your number of warriors, for the sake of Glinton's followers, and for your honor and freedom, surrender with honor! The Merciful Lord James promises to entertain you with aristocratic treatment. The squire continued to Bruce.

"No need, thank my brother for his kindness, but if you want to take my land, let him take it himself!" Bruce sneered, he lowered his left foot from the wall, patted the dust off his leg, and said disdainfully.

James, who was in the military formation, looked at Bruce on the city wall, slightly surprised, the weak and cowardly younger brother was now a little strong, with a confident look on his face, and he couldn't see the shadow of being beaten on the ground by himself.

"Seize the best time to negotiate, Lord Bruce, why make a river of blood?" The squire encouraged Clever Tongue to continue to persuade Bruce, but by this time Bruce had lost his patience, and he turned to Eve and made a gesture with his hand.

"Squeak." Seeing Bruce's movements, Eve knew what to do, and she put the arrow on the bowstring, drew the bow and aimed it at the squire under the wall.