The vassals of the Duke of Bemessi, inspired by Baron Leopold, lifted Bruce up, and they cheered in the camp while praising Bruce's exploits, and the soldiers who had been demoralized stood up in amazement, they didn't know what was happening, but the joyful atmosphere was infectious to everyone.

"Oooo The soldiers also crowded around the nobles, and it snowballed, and the whole camp became boiling, and the defeat on the battlefield during the day seemed to be gone.

By the time Bruce reacted to the revelry, it was late at night, and the soldiers were talking to each other in the camp, and the soldiers were not affected by the defeat in any way, but were eager to try and defeat the enemy on the battlefield the next day to regain victory.

"Don't blame me for calling the shots." Baron Leopold handed Bruce a wine glass, and they stood next to the tent, their faces lit up by a campfire in the camp.

"It's okay." Bruce took the glass, and although the rain had stopped in the sky, the cold wind still made people want to drink some wine to keep warm.

"The daytime battles have frustrated both the nobles and the soldiers, so I think if there is a hero in the camp, maybe the soldiers will be more willing to face tomorrow's battle." Baron Leopold said to Bruce.

"It's a good idea, but I didn't expect a rebel army to be so difficult, have you ever encountered this before, Lord Baron?" Bruce asked with some curiosity, from later generations, he had learned many famous peasant uprisings in textbooks, and it was often the peasant rebel army that beat the officers and soldiers, could it be that the combat effectiveness of the serf rebel army in this world was also so explosive.

"This rebel army is indeed very strange, the general serf rebellion is a rabble, only need to send a sheriff with a hundred soldiers to disperse, but the other side is facing us head-on." Baron Leopold tells Bruce that the serfs, as the people at the bottom of the social pyramid, often rise up because they can't stand the oppression of the nobles and clergy, but this kind of uprising because of the emotional outburst is basically low in combat, and the nobles may suffer a little loss if they are caught off guard, but once the lord in the castle begins to gather an army, these rebels will be immediately defeated.

"What do you think is the reason?" Before Bruce crossed over, he was a person who liked to reflect and summarize, and since he failed, he should find the reason for the failure.

"Their generals are so powerful that they were able to anticipate our actions in advance." Baron Leopold, reminded by Bruce, was also aware of the problem.

"What the hell is going on with the White Knight, is he really the son of the White King?" Bruce was intrigued by the rebel leader who was the heir to the White King, so he asked Baron Leopold.

"I'm afraid that only the main god can tell you this question, when the black and white dispute was made, it itself left a lot of confusing mysteries, and the royal family tried its best to cover up these things, and the result is that many careerists will act in the name of the white king, and there was a guy who pretended to be the white king five years ago!" Baron Leopold finished his glass and shrugged his shoulders to Bruce.

"The White King?"

"That's right, but that poor fellow was caught by Duke Frederick and cut off his head, and now his head is still stuck on top of the Duke Fortress." Baron Leopold said with a smile.

While Bruce and Baron Leopold were talking, there was a commotion outside the camp, and the two couldn't help but look over, only to see a group of soldiers grabbing several ragged serfs, who looked dejected.

"What's going on?" Baron Leopold walked out and asked the soldiers.

"Oh, it's Lord Baron Leopold, we've captured a group of rebel spies." The soldier at the head excitedly grabbed the serf and said to the baron.

"Spies?" Bruce came to the baron's side, and he looked at the serfs and asked curiously.

"No, we're not spies, we're just here to surrender and beg for forgiveness." When the serf saw the two nobles standing in front of him, he quickly knelt down and said to Bruce and Baron Leopold.

"Lie, we saw you sneaking around outside the camp, clearly trying to sneak up on us." The soldiers had had enough of the suffering of these serfs on the battlefield during the day, and now they were angry when they saw these stinking serfs.

"What we say is true, and we are willing to serve the old man." The serf said with a sad face.

"What's going on, what's wrong?" At this time, the commotion outside the camp also attracted the attention of the others, and Sir Hilton and other nobles also arrived.

"We captured a couple of rebel soldiers, who said they had come to surrender to us." Baron Leopold said to Sir Hilton.

"Didn't you already swear allegiance to the White Knight? Why would you break your oath? Sir Hilton looked at the serfs and scolded them severely.

"This." Several serfs looked down at each other, their faces showing embarrassment.

"Hurry up, or cut off your noses." Baron Leopold drew the dagger from his waist, grabbed one of the serfs by the hair, forced him to tilt his head back, and placed the dagger on his nose.

"Ah~~." The serf's face turned pale with fright, and he opened his mouth full of rotten teeth and howled, like a pig ready to be slaughtered.

"Say." Baron Leopold showed his ferocity at this point, and he said viciously.

"The lord spares his life, the lord spares his life, I say, I say." The serf trembled like chaff with fright, and he hurriedly said.

The serfs told the nobles that although the soldiers of the White Knights had won during the day, they had suffered heavy losses, and that many serfs had slipped away quietly in the night.

"Wait, I think I saw you there, you're the White Knight's retinue, right?" Bruce stepped forward to take the torch from the hand of a soldier, he shone on the other party's face, it seemed that on the battlefield, this serf was standing not far from the white knight, the serf had a conspicuous red hair, so Bruce remembered it at once.

"Oh, that seems to be the case." Baron Leopold also remembered at Bruce's reminder, and he grabbed the serf and nodded.

"As the White Knight's personal retinue, why did you run away?" Bruce narrowed his eyes and said to the serf with a smile.

"I, please let me show you some things." The red-haired serf said to Bruce and the others.

"Lord Baron, let him go, let me see." Sir Hilton asked Baron Leopold to let go of the red-haired serfs, and he was not afraid of the other party's deception when surrounded by nobles and soldiers.

Baron Leopold let go of the red-haired serf, and everyone gathered around him, only to see the red-haired serf look at the people around him, as if he had made up his mind, and everyone looked at the white knight's entourage curiously.