The Duke of Bemessi left the castle with an army of a thousand, and he did not gather his vassals, because he thought it was just an ordinary peasant rebellion, and that it would be enough to suppress it with his own direct army.

"The Duke of Bemessi has been dispatched." As the Duke led his army away, a man dressed as a poor man in the street watched the whole time, until the last soldier left the castle.

When the streets were calm again, the poor man immediately went into the alley, covering his head with dirty linen, and dressed like a very humble porter.

In a messy shanty town in an alley, a poor man turned out a wooden frame in a garbage heap covered with various debris, then tore off a piece of cloth from his body, picked up the red clay next to it, and drew a circle on the cloth.

"Goo-goo." In the wooden frame was a gray dove, and the poor man put the strip of cloth into the hoop on the pigeon's feet, and then let go and watched the pigeon cooing and fly out of the castle.

"Lightning, hurry up and tell the lady the news." The poor man put his hand above his eyes, looked at the pigeon that was flying away, and said to himself.

A few miles away from the castle, in a dense forest, the White Knight was dining with his companions, the forest obscured their tracks, but the smoke rose like a cloud over the forest.

"My lord, we go around burning the territories of nobles who refuse to take allegiance, Duke of Bemessi should react, right?" Carlos sat next to the White Knight, picked up a roast rabbit from the campfire barbecue, took a big bite of it, and said to the White Knight.

"Of course, that happy duke will definitely not do nothing." The White Knight said to Carlos.

"Then, we should choose a good battlefield and face the Duke's army there." Carlos put down the roast in his hand and reminded the white knight.

"It's useless, no matter what kind of terrain it is, it can't stop the attack of the Duke Knight." The White Knight shook his head and said to Carlos.

"Well, the knights are elite warriors, and these people are no match for them, no matter how many there are." Carlos lowered his voice and glanced at the serfs gathered in the forest, although these people were surprisingly numerous, they were simply a rabble, and they seemed to be a huge number, but there were very few people who could really know how to fight, and even worse, they lacked discipline.

"I won't abandon them." The White Knight was silent for a moment before speaking to Carlos.

"I understand your ideals, but ideals alone cannot defeat the enemy." Carlos sniffed his finger and said to the White Knight.

"It's not about ideals, it's about my responsibility as a ruler." The White Knight stood up, and he walked down the dense bushes of the forest, and several berserkers stood up, ready to follow him to protect him, but were stopped by Carlos.

"He doesn't have to go with him, he has to communicate and pray with those ancient ancestors and gods." Carlos looked at the vanishing back of the White Knight and said to the Berserkers.

The cold rain dripped on his face, sliding down his cheeks to his chin, and the dripping raindrops made a crisp sound on the iron helmet, and the soldier coughed, the linen clothes on his body could not keep out the cold, and the hand holding the spear was numb from the cold, and he couldn't help but open and move.

"Whew, whew." One soldier couldn't help but stomp a few times to relieve his nervousness, but was quickly reprimanded by the officer.

"Lord Jeffrey, the army has been assembled." Phoebe put a pot helmet on her head and said to Jeffrey on his horse.

"Yes." Jeffrey stared across as a thick fog hung over Glynton as it rained, and the watchtower built by Bruce loomed in the rain and fog.

"My lord, do you want to cross the river and attack now?" Phoebe asked Jeffrey.

"Let the serfs go first." Jeffrey turned to Phoebe.

Soon, the serfs in Jeffrey's domain, armed with sticks and pitchforks, began to cross the creek under the pressure of the nobles, rolling up their trouser legs and wading through the icy water, the fog making it impossible for them to see the other side of the river.

"Lord God bless, St. Jom bless." The serfs kissed the rudimentary wood carvings around their necks, the totems of the Lord God, who blessed them alive to return to their families on the terrible battlefield.

"Whoa, whoa." A hundred serfs gradually crossed the river, and when they came to the opposite bank, they found that there were no Gringtons on the defensive.

"Come here." A serf turned around and waved happily at Jeffrey's territory, allowing the soldiers to cross the river with confidence.

Phoebe looked at the serfs who had crossed the river and assembled safely on the bank, and his hanging heart finally relaxed, and he nodded and let the officers lead the sergeants across the river.

The sergeants were the main force of the army led by Geoffrey's castle and vassals, armed with spears, shields, and iron helmets, and although they may not be a match for the enemy when fighting alone, the assembled sergeants were able to hold their positions with their shields, and could even cope with the charge of heavy cavalry.

"Where are the Greentons?" A sergeant said curiously with a shield and a spear flowing through the river.

"Shhhh The other sergeant said nervously.

"Don't be stupid, they missed the best time to stop us, and if I'm not mistaken, they must be hiding behind the walls and waiting for us to attack." The sergeant said dismissively, as the old adage goes, "Behind the wall, courage is easy."

"Whoosh~~." Before he could finish speaking, a crossbow bolt arced from above and landed on his head.

"Uh, hmm~~." The bolt hit the sergeant in the face, and the sergeant fell into the river with a wail, and he did not die immediately, but the river poured into his wailing mouth, and finally drowned him in the river.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack." The sergeants panicked, and they immediately raised the large shields in their hands in an attempt to cover the top of their heads, but it was very difficult to stand firm in the river, not to mention that without the protection of the shield array, it seemed that crossbow arrows from all directions would still shoot at them.

"What are those damned serfs doing, why haven't they found the enemy?" Seeing that his sergeant had been shot, Jeffrey yelled angrily.

"We can't see anything clearly." Phoebe craned her neck and looked around, it was a terrible note, they wanted to take advantage of the fog to attack Glynton and catch the Grintons by surprise, but they didn't expect to lead to the opposite effect, the crossbow bolts that appeared from the fog didn't know where they came from.