The red-haired serf, who was wearing a dirty thick linen shirt, grabbed the sides of the thick linen shirt with both hands and lifted it upwards when he said that he had something to show the crowd, and the man with the torch next to him leaned over to take a look, and everyone made a sound of surprise.

"The Lord God is above, this is too cruel."

"Sure enough, this group of rebels is a demon."

Everyone saw that there were traces of whipping on the back of the red-haired serf, this trace was bloodstained, and the deep whip marks seemed to tear the serf's skin, it seemed that he had undergone a very cruel punishment, and the nobles actually usually punished the serfs in their own territory, but at this time, the whipping on the back of the red-haired serf became a strong evidence against the white knight.

"Hey." However, only the corners of Bruce's mouth showed a sneer, but it was not easy to spot in the dark night.

"Did you get away from being tortured?" Sir Hilton asked.

"Yes, my lord." The red-haired serf said weakly.

"Tell me why you were beaten?" Baron Leopold tucked the dagger back into his waist and asked the red-haired serf.

The red-haired serf told many of the White Knights' troops that they had escaped in the night, and said that they also wanted to flee because they were afraid of war, but were caught by Carlos, the White Knight's retainer.

"And you escaped again?" Bruce stepped forward and said to the red-haired serf.

"Uh, yes, it happened to be my fellow villagers who were guarding me, and they rescued me." The red-haired serf tried his best to keep his composure, but his twinkling gaze betrayed him.

"Oh, I see." Bruce pursed his lips, his mind spinning as he thought about how to take advantage of this opportunity.

At this time, Sir Hilton and other nobles became excited, and they thought that the news brought by the red-haired serf was extremely important, that is, the soldiers of the White Knight were fleeing, and the morale of the rebels was low.

"We should immediately assemble our army and attack the White Knight's camp." The vassals suggested.

"This matter must be reported to the Duke." Sir Hilton hesitated a little, the Duke of Bemessi was already asleep at this time, and such an important matter did not seem to be good without the Duke's consent.

"By the time the Duke agrees, we've already missed the opportunity." However, the aristocrats thought that they could not miss this good opportunity, and the young nobles wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a contribution.

"That's right, now is the time to destroy that hateful rebel army and reclaim the honor that belongs to us." The aristocrats began to shout, and Sir Hilton felt that this seemed to be a good opportunity.

"What do you think, Lord Bruce?" Baron Leopold noticed the quiet Bruce and asked curiously.

"Lord Baron, don't be impulsive just yet." Bruce said to Baron Leopold.

The young nobles quickly decided to do what they wanted, put on their armor, gathered their soldiers, forced the red-haired serfs to lead the way, and prepared to attack the White Knights' camp at night.

"This sucks." Sir Hilton looked at the scene in front of him, and he hurriedly ran towards the duke's tent.

The Duke of Bemessi was asleep in his wooden chair, but he was already touched by the noise in the camp, and it was only when Sir Hilton rushed into the tent that he awoke, and sat up smartly, his glass clattering to the ground.

"Oh no, Lord Duke." Sir Hilton said to the Duke of Bemessi.

"What's wrong, why is there so much noise in the camp?" The Duke of Bemessi stood up, but his legs were a little numb and he sat back down, and the attendants outside the tent hurriedly came in to support him.

"The young nobles are going with their own team to attack the camp of the White Knights." Sir Hilton recounted what had happened, and the Duke of Bemessy fell silent, for from what the red-haired serf had said, it seemed that the White Knight had really betrayed his family, and that his army was falling apart.

"Since the courage of the nobles is commendable, I cannot be left behind." The Duke of Bemessi moved his legs, and he beckoned to his squire to put his armor back on.

"Lord Duke?" Sir Hilton always felt that something was wrong, but the Duke had decided to join the night raid as well, and he could no longer stop him, so he had to call the army according to the Duke's orders.

Because of the Duke's order, the camp suddenly boiled, the soldiers who had fallen asleep were kicked up again, the sound of weapons grinding and coughing sounded, seeing that Duke Bemessi had already gathered his army and was ready to leave, Baron Leopold became anxious, and he looked at Bruce, who was still very calm.

"Lord Bruce, Lord Duke is also ready to join the action, should we also do what is ordered?" Baron Leopold licked his dry lips and said to Bruce, you must know that the rebels led by the White Knight not only besieged the Duke's castle, but also defeated the armies of the vassals repeatedly, it can be said that he is already a famous rebel leader, if he can defeat or kill the White Knight, his reputation will definitely spread everywhere.

"What's the hurry? Lord Leopold, the two of us are very close to each other, why don't you go to my place for a drink! Bruce smiled and grabbed Baron Leopold and pulled him towards his camp, where Baron Leopold watched as the Duke himself led the army out of the camp.

When Bruce and Baron Leopold came to Camp Greenton, Stukov and the others did not sleep, and the noise in the Duke's camp made them suspicious, and when they saw Bruce and Baron Leopold, they felt even more strange.

"Lord Baron?" Eve, the hunter's gaze was the sharpest, and she quickly saw the two of them, so she asked.

"Eve asked Anne to help us prepare the wine, and let everyone come to the tent." Bruce nodded at Eve, who commanded.

Soon, the crowd gathered in Bruce's tent, and Baron Leopold looked curiously at the camp, where in addition to the Greenton militia, there was also a group of wounded soldiers, who were supposed to be rebels.

"Lord Bruce, why did you stop me from following Lord Duke on a night raid?" Baron Leopold said to Bruce with some dissatisfaction.

"Let's have some wine and something to eat first." Bruce smiled, and he asked Anne to pour the baron wine.

"Lord Bruce, you're still in the mood for a drink, and it looks like we'll have to wait to hear good news from Lord Duke and the others." Baron Leopold stood up impatiently, pacing through the tent, and the others could only watch him without understanding what was happening.

"Don't worry, Lord Baron, I'm afraid what we're waiting for won't be good news from Lord Duke, maybe we'll have to rescue them." Bruce raised his glass and said to Baron Leopold.

"What does that mean?" Baron Leopold asked, puzzled.

"I'm 100% sure that all this is a trap for the White Knight." Bruce looked up and said to Baron Leopold.

"Trap?" Baron Leopold blinked in disbelief, he didn't understand what Bruce meant.

"That red-haired serf is a spy sent by the other party." Bruce put down his glass and said slowly.

"How is it possible, don't you see the wound on his back? If it were his own spy, he would not have been subjected to such a cruel punishment. Baron Leopold shook his head, incredulous.

"Haha, this is just a bitter ploy, there are many kinds of spies, my Celestial Empire, oh, a wise man said before that spies have a bright room, a dark room, a reverse room, and a dead room." Bruce said to Baron Leopold, to be honest, the White Knight's tricks have not yet been put in Bruce's eyes.

"There seems to be some truth in what you say, but I asked the other soldiers, and I did see and capture some escaped serfs." Baron Leopold said.

"Maybe it's true, maybe it's a smokescreen that was deliberately released, anyway, we can't go now." Bruce said.

"Ah, that's bad, isn't the Duke in danger." When Baron Leopold heard this, he suddenly remembered that if it was a trap, Duke Bemessy was not drilling into it.

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