Duke Bemessi saw that the vassals had gathered, he picked up his wine glass and slammed it on the wooden table in front of him, the bottom of the silver wine glass collided on the table and made a sound, the noisy vassals gradually quieted down, and they looked at Duke Bemessi.

"My lords, the rebels are entrenched in the village not far from Garryburg, and the decisive battle is today." The Duke of Bemessi wore an iron helmet, with a beautiful peacock feather inserted in the iron helmet, which looked very gorgeous, and his body was a fine leather armor carved with a lion's head, and the red cloak hung majestically behind him, and the duke couldn't help but stand up after announcing it loudly to the vassals.

"For the sake of honor." The vassals also raised their glasses excitedly, and they also stood up and cheered, Bruce looked left and right, and saw that no one had handed him a wine glass, so he had to raise his hand in a mocking manner.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how are you going to fight this battle?" Duke Bemessi looked at the morale-high vassals with satisfaction, and he proudly put down the cup in his hand and hooked two fingers of his right hand at the attendant standing in the corner of the tent.

"Brush." The attendant hurriedly took out a map drawn on sheepskin from the trunk of the duke's tent and spread it on the wooden table in front of the duke.

Maps are a precious thing in this era, every lord has a map of his territory, with a map can see the location and the direction of the attack, in the era without GPS, the march without a map is like a blind man touching an elephant, you can only rely on finding a local guide or a large number of spies to risk reconnaissance.

Fortunately, this time the battlefield was in Duke Bemessi's own territory, of course he would have a map of his own territory, the vassals all came forward, and at the same time the squire took out a small wooden box, although the box was made of wood, but there were intricate carvings of flowers and vines on it, as if the wooden box was really wrapped in plants, and the wooden box was opened, and there were many small oak knight sculptures lying inside.

"My lords, this is where we are." Sir Hilton, who was standing at the wooden table, reached out and took out the knight sculpture corresponding to the number of vassals from the wooden box, and he placed the wargames next to Fort Garry on the map, but picked up several wargames and placed them in the position where the white knight was entrenched.

"Sir Hilton, you've given the opponent too many pieces, haven't you?" Baron Leopold frowned as he questioned Sir Hilton.

"I'm sorry Baron, but this is because we can't detect the true strength of the other side, so I'd rather exaggerate the strength of the other side." Sir Hilton bowed slightly to the baron, but his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, Bruce smiled slightly when he listened, in fact, Sir Hilton's approach is cautious, and the victory or defeat on the battlefield is often to see who makes the least mistakes.

"Don't worry about Lord Baron Leopold, even if there are more serfs, what can it do? This will only be a stepping stone for us to increase our honor. The other vassal didn't care, and he patted Baron Leopold on the shoulder.

"Of course, it is good that you adults can have such determination and confidence, but we should also develop basic methods of warfare." Sir Hilton nodded, and he went on to speak to his vassals.

"I propose a decisive battle in an open and flat area, so that our cavalry can play its role." Baron Leopold said loudly, although he is a nobleman who is in the limelight, but his proposal is very pertinent, with a duke army superior to the opposing cavalry, the best place to fight is undoubtedly the plains, and the eastern territory This kind of terrain is not uncommon.

"I'm afraid that the other party won't dare to fight." The other vassals were not worried about how the White Knight would attack, but because they were afraid that the rebel leader would escape, and if they did, they would return empty-handed.

"That's right, Lord Duke, I don't think we're negotiating, we have so many troops and strong forces, it would be good to attack the rebel-entrenched villages directly." The impatient vassals, fearing that they would not get honor and spoils, began to stir up.

"Hmm." Sir Hilton looked at the chaotic vassals, his brows couldn't help frowning, once the vassals who were eager for quick success became noisy, only the Duke of Bemesy could suppress it, so he looked at the duke, but the Duke of Bemesy was sitting on a wooden chair, shaking his wine glass in his hand, looking at the map without saying a word, and he didn't know what this noble duke was thinking?

"My lords, allow me to say a word." Suddenly, a young voice sounded, not loud, but it seemed so abrupt that the vassals fell silent.

"Is that you?"

"Hahahaha."

"A boy who doesn't have any hair grows dares to talk about it at a pre-war meeting?"

When the vassals saw that it was Bruce who made the statement, they all burst out laughing, and although Edward, Bruce's retainer, had saved face for the Duke at the castle banquet, the rumors about Bruce were so unbearable that the vassals did not believe in his abilities.

"Please be quiet, Lord Baron Bruce, as a vassal of Lord Duke, is of course qualified to speak." Sir Hilton raised his hand and said to the vassals.

"Hmph, as a young man, you should listen more and talk less." But the vassals didn't buy Sir Hilton's account, they said it with disdain, and Duke Bemessy didn't speak, so they were even more emboldened.

"Wait, Lord Baron Bruce, please tell me your advice, I'd like to hear it." But fortunately, Baron Leopold felt that he owed Bruce a favor, and he stood up and spoke, seeing that Baron Leopold had spoken for Bruce, the vassals reluctantly quieted down.

"I want to ask where the White Knight might retreat if he refuses to fight us on the plains?" Ignoring the cynicism of his vassals, Bruce walked over to the map, pointed to the location of the White Knight's entrenched village, and asked Sir Hilton.

"If it were me, I would definitely retreat here." Sir Hilton pointed to the map, and not far from the village was a valley and forest, which should be a good place to defend.

"Then my question is, if the other side retreats to this easy and difficult place to defend, I am afraid that we will not be able to put all the troops into it, Lord Duke, what should we do?" Bruce looked up at Duke Bemessi and asked, but his question was for everyone to hear.

"Don't worry about that." But unexpectedly, Sir Hilton didn't seem to be worried when he heard Bruce's question, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face.