Sir Wallace looked at Bruce in the lord's house, dressed in an ordinary coarse linen garment, surrounded by a group of craftsmen, who seemed to have a cloth on the wooden table, on which some symbols and patterns were drawn.

"Ah, my two faithful vassals, my friends." Bruce put away the pattern on the table, and he handed it to the leader of the craftsmen, who saw that Bruce had come to the guest, and immediately withdrew.

"Lord Baron." Jeffrey and Byron Jr. glanced at each other, and they stepped forward to bow to Bruce.

"Come on, where is my attendant, pour us wine, no ale, no weak beer like cat urine, give us the best wine." Bruce looked pleased to see them, and he had wine brought to them, and the three of them stood by the fireplace and drank each other.

"Forgive the Baron, we thought you were going to be in a bitter fight." Little Byron drank his wine and said to Bruce.

"Well, it was quite bitter at first, ambitious neighbors wanted to invade my territory, and my vassals refused to summon the order, so I had to fight alone." Bruce smiled and took a sip of his wine and said to the two vassals.

Bruce's words slightly embarrassed the two, knowing that Bruce was angry with the nobles who refused to accept the call-up, but they didn't know Bruce's next move, as it looked like he had already fought off the invaders.

"So, Lord Baron, you have defeated the invaders alone, can our summoning order be dissolved?" Sir Wallace said to Bruce.

"Don't worry, don't worry about the supplies of your troops, I still need your troops." Bruce shook his head and said to the two vassals.

"Isn't the matter settled?" Little Byron asked, puzzled.

"Settle, those bastards are still stuck on my border, like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, ready to come and bite me at any moment." Bruce placed his glass on the wooden table, and he pointed out the window to the two vassals.

"Yes, indeed, but what are you going to do, Lord Baron?" Sir Wallace nodded, and he asked Bruce.

"I've heard the proverb that if you can't kill a wolf all at once, it will bite you again one day, so I'm going to pull out their nest once and for all." Bruce looked at the two vassals in front of him and said to them.

"You're going to attack Jeffrey?"

"You're going to attack the Kin-Lovers?"

Sir Wallace and little Byron asked in surprise.

"Yes." Bruce crossed his waist and nodded, confirming their thoughts.

"But Jeffrey's castle is too strong, and we have too few of us to win." Little Byron shook his head, he thought Bruce was really crazy.

Jeffrey's castle was inherited from his wife, and it was a fortified castle built on a high hill, with walls made of thick granite, and it took three generations of material and financial resources to build.

"It's the strongest castle in the region." Sir Wallace, admiring Bruce's courage, reminded him.

"I'll plan how to conquer the castle, what I need now is for you to hand over the army to me." Bruce paid no heed to Sir Wallace's reminder, and he spoke firmly to the two of them.

Sir Wallace and Little Byron looked at each other again, they were thinking in their hearts, Little Byron gathered the family army this time, the original idea was like a bet speculation, if Bruce won then he would definitely enter the court of the new baron, but he also thought that if Bruce lost, he would immediately join Jeffrey's camp, and Jeffrey, who had just defeated the baron, must also welcome the vassals to surrender.

Sir Wallace thought it was much simpler, his army accounted for more than half of the military strength of his estates, and if they were lost here, his estates would probably become the object of robbers or other nobles.

"How's it going, have you thought about it?" Bruce looked at the two and asked them.

"I obey the baron's orders and offer my loyalty." The sense of honor in Sir Wallace's heart overwhelmed his doubts, and he put down the cup in his hand and said to Bruce.

"Well, I agree." Byron Jr. had no choice but to agree to Bruce's proposal, and they gave his army to Bruce.

"Very good, let's have a good drink today, and soon a big war is coming." Bruce touched his lips with satisfaction, the fluffy beard that had just grown, the attitude of the two vassals was not important, what mattered was the soldiers in their hands.

While Bruce was getting his hands on the two vassals, Duke Bemessi watched his knights being slaughtered, and the shame made him tremble uncontrollably.

"Infantry attack, kill these bastards." Duke of Bemessi looked at the knights who were dragged off their horses and killed by the lowly serfs with the most rudimentary tools, these knights were the elite of the Duchy of Bemessi, and they were the barrier for him, the Duke of Bemessi, who had a place in the power hub of the kingdom, but now he was in shambles.

"Infantry, advance." Hearing the duke's order, the low-ranking nobles wearing leather armor and iron helmets, holding shields in one hand and swords in the other, repeated the duke's order loudly.

The infantrymen of the Duke of Bemessi, who were 200 meters crossed, were ordered by the nobles to carry their shields and spears in their hands, and slowly marched towards the battlefield like waves, and they had to stop every fifty meters to let the nobles regroup, and generally maintained as neat a horizontal formation as possible.

"My lord, the duke has sent out the infantry." Looking at the infantry that were gradually pressing down, Carlos shouted loudly to the white knight.

"Good, it's finally here." Hearing the Duke of Bemessi dispatch his infantry, the White Knight finally rose from the stone on which he was seated, and drew his sword as if he had been expecting it for a long time.

"Attack, attack, attack~~." Carlos saw the white knight standing up, and he knew that the general attack had begun, so he raised his sword and shouted loudly at the serf rebels.

"For freedom~~." Some shouted, raising pitchforks and sticks in their hands, but there were also lucky ones who picked up the knight's weapons they had picked up.

The serfs were a wretched bunch of wretched creatures attached to the land of the nobility, who toiled day after day for nothing more than subsistence food, and the nobles despised them politically, exploited them economically, and exaggerated the dangers of the outside world, so that the serfs had to give up their freedom, but now this group of serfs, having defeated the invincible knights, shouted for joy to be freed from their shackles.

"A swarm of bed bugs." Hearing the cheers of the serfs, Duke Bemessi's teeth were about to crush, he hated these serfs who killed his political capital, but at the same time there was a trace of fear in his heart.

"Attack." The retainers of the Duke of Bemessi led the Bemessi infantry and began to charge at a distance of 100 meters from the serfs, and everyone knew that the side that launched the charge would gain a certain acceleration advantage.

"Rush~~." Carlos, an old warrior, would not be unaware of this, and he immediately waved his sword and led the serfs to launch a counter-charge.

The soldiers of both sides quickly collided hard in the center of the battlefield, the Bemessi soldiers were strong and well-trained, but the serfs relied on the sharpness of the knights that had just been defeated, and neither side let anyone, one of the Bemessi soldiers overturned a rushing serf with a shield, and before he could go up and mend the knife with his spear, he was thrown to the ground by countless companions behind the serf, and then countless stinky feet beckoned to him.

"Ahh~~."

The sound of fighting, metal clashing, and wailing on the battlefield came and went, and the soldiers on both sides were red-eyed.

"Damn, how can this be?" Standing on the hill with a bird's-eye view of the entire battlefield, Duke Bemessi couldn't help but lick his chapped lips, he looked at his well-trained soldiers, using shields to form a wall to block the attack of the serfs, but the battle lines of the two sides kept changing, sometimes the serfs advanced a few steps, sometimes the Bemessi soldiers raised a lump.

"Look, what's that?" Suddenly, one of the advisors beside the Duke of Bemessi raised his hand and pointed to the center of the battlefield whirlpool, and followed the hand of the strategist to see an incredible scene.