Anne frowned and pouted, she didn't understand Bruce's new order, why the other nobles could take the maid with the light, but she had to put on this hard helmet and pretend to be an ordinary squire.

"Don't be upset, at least the Baron didn't drive you back to Greenton." Edward smiled as he walked past Anne, and he patted the little maid on the slender shoulder, which nearly knocked Anne to the ground, and Anne staggered to stabilize her figure.

"Even this ugly dress can't hide my beauty." Before Anne could scold the reckless Edward, the voice in the tent behind her made her roll her eyes, Mavis was wearing a helmet, but a tuft of beautiful hair peeked out from the gap in the helmet, and her proud figure was almost obvious at a glance, Mavis was a woman disguised as a man.

"I can see that Lord Baron needs a maid, but why are you coming?" Anne said to Mavis with her back crossed.

"Haha, don't you understand this? It shows that you are still a milky and undried girl, and you are still a little girl with no figure. Mavis looked Anne up and down triumphantly, then twisted her waist and left, leaving Anne with a confused but obvious feeling insulted.

Bruce didn't care about the war between the women in the camp at this time, he looked at the duke's camp, where the laughter was full of joy, absolutely out of step with the tension before the war, and the slow march also worried him, it was likely that the enemy was planning or strengthening the defense while they were in the wild, and Bruce even thought that if he were his opponent, he would have built a strong castle to stand by.

"Baron, are you worried?" Stukov walked up to Bruce blindfolded, and he saw Bruce's concern, so he asked curiously.

"Worried, ha, I think it's a crisis." Bruce pouted and said to Stukov, and Stukov looked at the young and immature face beside him, listening to Bruce's old words, he felt that Bruce's body rarely showed the reckless impulses of youth, and he was cautious and cautious like a middle-aged man with rich life experience, which did not match that immature face at all.

"Crisis, maybe you are too worried, the armies of the dukes and vassals are absolutely superior." Stukov shrugged his shoulders and said in as relaxed a tone as he could.

"The proud will surely suffer heavy defeat." Bruce shook his head, he turned around and tried to explain to Stukov the truth that the arrogant army must be defeated, but he could only explain half of the meaning, and Stukov was also surprised to hear it, the strong are always strong is the concept of people in this era.

Bruce reluctantly gave up and continued to explain, but he knew that if the duke and the vassals continued to do this, he led the Grington militia to pick up the cheap, I am afraid that if he can't pick up the cheap, maybe he will lose money, and he must think of other ways.

Although the Duke of Bemessi and his vassals thought that they would win, the Duke remembered that the rebels were entrenched in his own territory, and the result of letting the rebels wreak havoc in the Eastern Territory was that he could not collect the taxes of the Eastern Territory at all, which was a very painful thing for the Duke.

"The order goes on, we must speed up the march." The Duke of Bemessi, served by two attendants, climbed onto his mount with great difficulty, and a sommelier who had been waiting for him immediately handed the Duke another glass of wine, and after drinking the wine in the glass, the Duke commanded loudly.

"Yes." The vassals were also a little tired of playing in the mountains and rivers, and they got on their horses one after another, and began to speed up the march with their respective armies led by Duke Bemessi.

And the White Knight was not idle, he kept sending scouts, these scouts got the information of the duke's march very smoothly, many of the White Knight's men were originally serfs in the Eastern Territory, and they were qualified spies with almost no makeup.

What's more, the Duke of Bemessi and his vassals made a lot of fanfare, almost fearing that the other party would not know about their actions.

"Your Highness, it's still too late for us to make a decision." When Carlos learned that the duke's army was getting closer and closer to them, he once again advised the white knight, after all, the gap between the military strength of the two sides was too great, and the serfs could not be the opponent of the vassals' army.

Just when the White Knight was in a dilemma, suddenly a mercenary walked in outside the door, he reported to the White Knight that someone had come to ask for an audience, and both the White Knight and Carlos were curious, who else would come at this time?

Woolf was lying in the shed, he was not very sure that Aishana would invite the White Knights, the northerners were actually a big concept, they were a collection of many tribes scattered throughout the northern cold peninsula, although these people in the tribal period had laws and chiefs (counts), but there was no big concept of class, but Woolf's experience as a mercenary in the southern countries made him understand how insurmountable class was among southerners.

"Woolf, Woolf." A crisp sound interrupted Woolf's thoughts, and he looked up with all his might, only to see Ishana trotting over excitedly, her bare feet covered in mud.

"Are you back? It doesn't matter, there is still a chance, you can find a chance~~. Woolf thought that Aychana had run away, and tried to comfort her, but a pair of long boots and feet appeared outside the shack.

"Woolf? I heard you have something to tell me. "The nobles in the boots were the nobles, and there were only two people in the whole camp with this status, and the white knights in the white armor and capes were the white knights in charge of the army.

"Whew." Woolf emerged from the low shack with Aishana's support, and he struggled to stand up straight, and gently pushed away Aishana, who was a proud northern warrior who maintained his dignity in front of the army commanders.

"Yes." The White Knight looked at the wounded Northern warrior Woolf in front of him, the Northern warrior exuded a momentum of momentum, even if he was wounded, but he had the feeling of a hungry wolf after being injured, as if to tell anyone who despised him that there would be a serious price to pay for despising him.

"Your Highness, I'm glad you came to see me." Woolf's lips twitched under his golden beard, and some sweat broke out on his forehead, but it was fine.

"Yes, I heard you have a plan to kick the duke's ass." The White Knight nodded, and in the closed helmet, the corners of his mouth twitched, a pleasure-filled chest that got rid of the puppet line.