Dressed in heavy armor, James looked like an ancient hero on horseback, and the green meadows stretched into the distance, and the soldiers of Locke Manor followed the sound of the snare drums, and the spears and pitchforks in their hands looked like a small forest in the distance.

"When my army shows up in Greenton, I'm afraid that kid from Bruce will be scared of the blood!" James thought proudly as he looked at the snake-like winding line behind him.

James did have the capital to think so, the baron's manor and the financial income of the three villages were enough for him to afford an army of three hundred people, the most effective of which were the family knights and light cavalry, not to mention the knights, the elite warriors cultivated since childhood.

The light cavalry was the tenant farmers of the manor who owned horses, although they were only a group of tenant farmers, but because they cultivated the fertile land of the baron's estate, the tenant farmers were generally stronger than the serfs, and the tenant farmers who could afford to raise horses were also more financially well-off, so that when they were fighting, these tenant farmers would buy a simple leather armor and old spear to serve the lord as light cavalry.

Some people may say, with such a stable life, why risk it on the battlefield? But that was the idea of the Celestial Empire, and in the Middle Ages it was seen that war was a part of life, and if you were lucky, you could get a lot of booty if you followed the victors, which was worth a year's hard work.

"Your Excellency, please take a break." A knight of the Locke Manor family, looking at the gradually thinning team behind, hurriedly reported to James.

"Tsk, what idiots." James said unhappily, he didn't want to stop and recuperate, but wanted to attack Grington in one go, and capture his stupid brother and humiliate him severely, but the levies were all serfs with very poor physical strength, and they had to stop the team to rest every five kilometers or so, otherwise the serfs would probably flee the ranks because of the exhaustion of the rapid march.

The army of Locke Manor stopped to rest on the side of the path, the soldiers were all bringing their own food and water, and all the lords were well aware of the shortcomings of the low morale and very weak combat effectiveness of the levies, but all the lords would still use a large number of levies, because these serfs were easy to gather, and they did not need the lords to provide food and weapons.

"My lord, please dine." On a stone by the side of the road, several attendants cut the jerky from the pack horse and handed it to James with wheat bread.

"Phew, it's unpalatable." James sat on another large rock, his armor making it impossible to move, and he had to rely on the service of his attendants, and when he picked up the soft wheat bread to nibble, the serfs not far away looked with longing eyes, and the best food in the hands of these serfs was hard, sour barley bread.

"Aristocrats." The serfs couldn't help but shake their heads when they looked at James's pampered appearance, but no one dared to openly express their dissatisfaction.

"Alright, finish eating and move on." The knights in the ranks restrained the three hundred men, and the serfs reluctantly stood up as the knights shouted in rude voices.

"Tell me, these guys, when they arrive in Greenton, I'll allow them to plunder the village." Looking at the demoralized conscripts, James asked his attendants to convey orders to them.

"But Lord Baron, it was once your father's fief." The squire said to James in surprise.

"Do as I say." James' cheek muscles twitched, and he said loudly.

Glynton is the domain of James and Bruce's father, and it is also the most famous territory of the Locke family, although most nobles know that it is just a penal colony, but it has invisibly become a landmark territory of the Locke family, when James's father gave Glinton to Bruce in his will, James went from surprise to anger, he is the eldest son of the baron and the rightful heir of the Locke family, but his father gave Grinton to Bruce.

"This time, it must burn down that place." James narrowed his eyes and swore viciously in his heart.

"Oooo And the serfs cheered when they heard James's order, plundering the favorite thing of these uneducated serfs, robbing a strange village to bring wealth to themselves, no one would like it, not to mention acting according to the orders of the nobles, James's order raised the morale of the team a lot.

The march speed of the army in Locke Manor was unexpectedly much faster, and James proudly thought that he really had a talent for commanding troops, and the light cavalry roamed around the front and back of the team, left and right, scouting and guarding the team.

"Send out the light cavalry and go reconnoitre." After marching for a long time, he finally reached the border of Glinton, and only crossed a shallow stream to enter Glinton's land, although James thought that he was in control, but he was born into a military aristocratic family since he was a child, and still sent light cavalry to reconnoiter to prevent Bruce from laying a trap.

"Dengdenden." Five light cavalry immediately rode forward, old spears in their hands, and rushed towards the village of Glinton with a shout in their mouths.

"I wish the Greentons would have a few men with backbone." A light cavalryman wore a pointed felt hat, his face as rough and wrinkled as that of all the peasants, but his eyes were now full of bloodthirsty longing.

"The Greentons are as poor as we are, and it's nice to have food and clay pots." The other hussar pouted.

When the hussars rode out of the village, they saw an unexpected sight, with the horses standing still in front of the trench they had dug and snorting and scraping the ground with their hooves.

"W-what's going on?" The hussars looked up, speechless in shock.

"Go back and report to the Baron." One of the older hussars quickly turned his horse's head, kicked his horse in the belly, and ran away the way he came.

The other light cavalry had solemn faces, and they also hurried back with their companions, and looked back from time to time in the direction of the village of Grington.

"Are we in the wrong place?" The hussars wondered.

"Go tell your lord that a Ranger is there." At this time, the crossbowmen on duty in the tower saw the rangers appearing at the edge of the village through the lookout hole, and hurriedly warned the others.

"I'll report to you right away." Another crossbowman hurriedly put down his crossbow and walked down the wooden ladder, down the wall, all the way to the lord's house.

"Ring the alarm." The crossbowman on duty stood in the middle of the second floor of the tower, striking a dangling piece of copper, and a crisp sound rang out and spread throughout Glinton, and everyone knew that war had befallen the penal land.