The cavalry's words made the nobles very unhappy, and they were full of hostility towards Bruce, the new baron, especially now that Bruce had a bad reputation, which gave the nobles even more reason to refuse the summoning order.

"When did the Baron issue the summoning order?" The local knight leaned against the wooden railing, disheveled, and shook his chin from Bruce's cavalry, indicating that he had said hello.

"Now, my lord." The cavalryman was very dissatisfied with Sir Caiyi's performance, but he was holding the banner of Bruce, representing the baron himself, but this cavalryman understood that he was standing on the land of the nobles, and if he offended the other party, he might be killed.

"Now, tsk, but I haven't heard of a war?" The knight's name was Shaun. Steele, whose family has always been a vassal of the Locke family, has received the title of knight from the baron for generations.

"The baron's summoning order never said that it must be the time for war." The cavalry couldn't bear to look at Sir Sean and said.

"Damn it, what's your attitude?"

"Apologies to my master."

"Sir, please allow me to slaughter this impudent fellow."

Sir Sean's retainers scolded bitterly, and some of the young nobles had already drawn half of their swords from their waists.

"Stop, he's the messenger of the Baron, and he's carrying the banner of my lordship." Sir Sean looked at the agitated retainers, but waved to stop them.

However, although Sir stopped his retainers, his attitude was very cold, Bruce, the new baron, inherited the title very strangely, and the duke accused him of being suspicious of kinship, for these vassals, of course, they were not convinced by Bruce's call.

"Please forgive my men for being reckless." Sir Shaun said to Bruce's cavalry.

"So, sir, what's your reply?" The cavalry looked at the knight and asked him.

"The Baron's sudden request to call up the army caught me off guard, so why don't you wait in my manor for a while." Sir Sean's eyes rolled as he said to Bruce's cavalry.

"No, I've already understood your decision, Sir, and I'll get back to Lord Baron truthfully." The cavalry snorted coldly, turned over and left the manor.

"Sir, Lord Bruce won't blame us, will he?" At this time, a relatively old nobleman said to Sir Sean.

"Come on, it's not just us now, I'm afraid that the other vassals won't respond to the call, and even if they blame, it won't be our turn." Sir Shaun wiped his face, and he turned and yawned as he prepared to return to the warm bedding to find the lovely farmer's daughter.

As Sir Sean said, Bruce's emissaries almost ran into a wall with the vassals, who refused to come to Grington to provide Bruce with his own army for various reasons.

"Except that the Byron family and the Wallace family promised to send troops." When the emissary returned to Lord Greenton's house, he reported to Bruce.

"Are there only two vassals?" Stukov asked with a serious look on his face.

"Yes, but we didn't go to Locke Manor, and Sir Wayne will definitely help." The messenger replied to Stukov and others.

"It's terrible, it's a mutiny, isn't it?" Shield Splitter Danny shouted.

"Can we win without an army of vassals?" Edward also asked with some concern.

"The Wallace family, this is really unexpected." Bruce sat down by the fireplace and reached out to bake the fire, the flames dancing on the wood.

"Now is not the time to sigh." Stukov said to Bruce.

"Don't worry, I didn't expect the vassal's army to play any role, but only two of the twelve vassals came, which really broke my heart!" Bruce straightened up, leaning back in a wooden chair and speaking to his retainers.

"These nobles are all steered by the wind, and if I run into them, I'm going to shoot them." Eve said angrily.

"Don't be impulsive, Lord Baron just wants to test the loyalty of his vassals." Elder Warren said to Eve.

"How's the progress of the construction of the cement arrow tower?" Bruce shrugged his shoulders as he stood up and paced among the retainers and asked them.

"Everything is going according to plan, but will this work for Jeffrey's army?" Edward asked with some suspicion, although the arrow tower could be erected, it had to be able to play a role to stop Jeffrey's attack.

"Of course it works, if Jeffrey is stupid enough to attack us, I'll make him suffer enough." Bruce said confidently to his retainers.

Jeffrey had actually been keeping an eye on Glinton's movements, but seeing that no other troops had entered outside Glinton, the lord's hanging heart finally relaxed.

"Look, as the Duke said, there are no vassals to support him." Jeffrey pointed in Glinton's direction and said to his retainer Phoebe.

"Bruce sent several cavalry in a company a few days ago, presumably to gather the envoys of the vassals, but no one seems to respond." Phoebe wrapped her shawl around her and said to Jeffrey.

"Hmph, the new baron, the nobles generally don't pay much attention to it, let alone a person who is charged with killing his brother." Jeffrey sat triumphantly in front of the camp tent, and several attendants placed the ale barrel in front of the lord as a wooden table for food.

"I don't mind the planks that have been erected in their territory, though, could it be some kind of fortification?" Phoebe looked at the towers in Greenton and reminded Jeffrey.

"It's just some watchtowers, and it's a little too late to think about building them, not to mention the fact that those wooden watchtowers can be burned down with a fire." Jeffrey laughed and said that he thought Bruce was building some ordinary wooden watchtower, and he didn't pay attention to it.

"Your lord, your army is half assembled." Phoebe looked at the bustling soldiers in the camp and said to Jeffrey.

"Well, when the soldiers are more than two-thirds of the way together, we can start attacking." Jeffrey picked up the ham on the barrel and ate it, and Phoebe quickly poured the wine glass full of wine, Jeffrey feasted on it while admiring the land of Glynton in front of him, he felt that Glynton was like a dish in front of him, and he could swallow this territory with just a fork, and of course, the title of baron.

While Bruce and Lord Jeffrey are facing each other on the border, Duke Bermessy is also engaged in a war he did not expect, and this war is like a disaster.

"The knights get on their horses." The Duke of Bermessi put his helmet on his head and mounted a horse in the service of his attendants.

"Whoa." The knights of the duke mounted their horses, they wore iron helmets and chain mail, but this chain mail only had the upper body, and the dress that protected the thighs was a long strip of leather, which was a type of horse armor.

The squires handed the knights their spears and pointed shields, and the knights who took up the spears and shields looked imposing, and on both sides of the castle streets, many maidens threw flowers in their hands at the knights who passed through the stone streets.

"Lord Duke, please be careful." The chief retainer of the Duke of Bemessi instructed him.

"Knowing that uncle, a group of rabble, dared to burn my minions and kill my vassals, I really don't want to live." Duke Bermessi swore and closed the pig's mouth mask, his voice humming through the mask.

"Lord Duke, may the Lord God bless you with a victorious start." The bishop, dressed in purple robes, picked up the holy water brush and threw it at the duke.

"Wait for my good news!" The Duke of Bemessi made a loud urn sound, and he kicked the horse's belly with the spur of his foot, and a squire followed him with the Duke's banner held aloft.

Sergeants with spears and shields lined up in a neat procession and followed closely behind the duke, while swordsmen with round shields and swords, archers in light leather armor, and light cavalry with spears on horseback converged along the streets of the castle into a large army towards the castle.