The riot of the serfs in Grington also made Sir Wayne feel troubled, the riot of the serfs was the most troublesome thing for the nobles, although the nobles occupied social resources and military superiority, but the serfs had an absolute numerical advantage, once the rule of the noble territory was out of control, it would cause a regional disaster that spread to other neighboring territories.

"Lord Bruce, you must fulfill your duties as a lord, and I ask that we put aside our prejudices and face this rebellion together." Sir Wayne was attacked at this time, and he immediately suggested to Bruce, from Sir Wayne's standpoint, this was no longer a contradiction between the nobles, but a contradiction between the ruling class and the ruled class.

"Hmm." Bruce was also surprised by the arrival of the serfs, as the lord he did not summon, if the serfs were gathered spontaneously, then it was indeed out of control, but when his gaze swept over the crowd, the corners of his mouth showed a smile.

"Master Bruce, what's your answer?" Sir Wayne licked his dry lips, listening to the noise of the serfs in his ears, knowing that the longer it dragged on, the more uncontrollable the situation might become.

"And you mean to recognize my dominion over Glinton?" Bruce was not in a hurry at this time, and he said to Sir Wayne with his waist crossed.

"This, of course." Sir Wayne hesitated, he understood what Bruce meant, this was relying on the riots of the serfs, holding himself hostage to admit his lordship rights to Grinton, but Sir Wayne could not help but agree, the serfs have been dissatisfied with the oppression of the nobles, and the riots of the serfs in a territory will spread like a contagion.

"Please swear by your honor and title." Bruce didn't let Sir Wayne go, he knew that for knights, reputation and titles were extremely important.

Sir Wayne had no choice but to stretch out the three fingers of his right hand, which represented the three spirits of the Lord God, and swore to Bruce to recognize his Grington lordship, and when the matter was over, lead the soldiers out of Grinton and return to Locke Manor, even if James asked him to lead the troops again, he would refuse in the name of honor.

"Good." Bruce nodded in satisfaction, he turned and waved at the serfs, only to see Edward walking out in the middle of the serfs.

Seeing the knight Edward come out, Sir Wayne looked with wide eyes and surprise, he originally thought it was an unorganized operation, but Edward's appearance made him realize that he had been fooled, and he didn't even notice the pale-faced knight.

"Honorable lord, your light infantry has been gathered." Edward walked ahead of the serfs, bending down with his legs crossed, his right hand pressed to his chest, and his left hand swinging back as if he were in court.

"Very well, knight of my family." Bruce smiled and nodded, but he didn't expect Edward to be very clever, and when everyone was not paying attention to him, he sneaked away to the village and gathered the serfs in Bruce's name.

Some people may ask about the subtle difference between this, the serfs were called by the lord to fight in the name of the nobles, which was completely legal in feudal law, but if the serfs gathered themselves to hold weapons for no reason, then they would be recognized as a rebellion by the nobles, and even if the serfs did not want to fight against the nobles, there was no way, the two sides could only fight, and one of the two sides would win or lose.

"Damn." Sir Wayne cursed, but he had already sworn that as a noble knight, he could not break his oath, and he could only gather the Locke Sergeants to retreat.

Sergeants Locke supported their wounded companions, the dead were carried, and the Locke banner of the proud James hung listlessly.

"Sergeant, let's go." Sir Wayne looked at the demoralized sergeants and was helpless, he gave the order and the sergeants slowly withdrew from Grinton.

"Oh oh oh~~." Looking at the retreating sergeants, Greenton's soldiers and serfs raised their weapons and cheered, although this victory was not easy to come by, and even in Bruce's opinion, it was won with a small trick, but he did not want to break morale, after all, this was the first battle of the Greenton Legion.

"Victory, victory, victory~~." Bruce raised his sword and shouted for victory, and the soldiers and serfs were infected at the sound of the lord's shouts, as if they had fought a great victory, and the backs of Locke's sergeants supporting each other reinforced this impression.

"Your Lord, your banner." Little Lori Anne also handed the flag to Bruce just right, and Bruce immediately picked up the flag, and the dry word flag fluttered in the wind.

Sir Wayne mounted his horse and walked beside Sergeant Locke, and when he heard the cheers behind him, he couldn't help but turn his head to look over, and saw that outside the Hilllord House, Bruce was surrounded by Glinton soldiers and light foot soldiers with pitchforks in the other, holding a banner in one hand and a sword in the other.

"Tsk, it seems that you are overly concerned, Lord Baron, your son Bruce has grown into a true lord." Sir Wayne smacked his mouth, and he muttered to himself.

"What did you say, sir?" Sir Wayne's horse-leading squire looked up in wonder and asked.

"No, nothing." Sir Wayne shook his head, his brow furrowed, wondering what to do with James.

Bruce held a victory banquet outside the lord's house, bringing two casks of ale from Todd's cellar, and this time Edward the Pale was a great merit, so Bruce rewarded him with three silver coins and made him sit on his right hand side during the banquet.

"To the soldiers of Glinton." Bruce stood next to the wooden table he had moved out of the house, raised his wine glass, and said to the Glynton soldiers sitting on his left.

"Thank you, Lord." Greenton's soldiers hurriedly stood up and saluted their lord, this time the fourteen soldiers died one and wounded six, except for those who were seriously injured and recuperating in the longhouse, they were basically all there.

Bruce knew that the battle damage ratio was indeed a bit high this time, but Glinton's soldiers had done their best, and now these soldiers who survived a battle were already veterans, and the next step was to make armor for them.

"The next time they dare to bother you, we'll open their butts." Edward said with a chicken leg twisted in his hand and a greasy mouth.

"Come on! I didn't see you in the fight. Huntress Eve said disdainfully to Edward.

"I, I'm moving the rescuers, I prefer to use my mind rather than using my sword, do you understand?" Unconvinced, Edward pointed to his head and spoke to Eve the Huntress.

"Mind, oh, mind, understood." Huntress Eve said thoughtfully, and then slammed her head into Edward's face, only to hear a ping-pong sound, and Edward rolled over and fell under the table with a miserable howl.

"Hahaha." The banquet burst into laughter, and even Bruce was amused.