The drums are beating, the battle horns are playing, the banners are hunting, the hounds are barking, and Baron James, Locke, is wearing armor under the service of his squires, and the once peaceful manor is now fully armoured.

"What's wrong?" The Duke of Bemessi awoke from his sleep, heard the sound of armor rubbing under the window, and alertly brushed off his female companion's arm and jumped out of bed.

"Lord Duke." A personal guard knight pushed open the door and walked in, he heard the duke's voice and hurriedly asked.

"Why did the baron gather soldiers?" Duke Bermessi asked in surprise when he saw a soldier with a spear passing by under the window.

"Don't worry about the Duke, it's the Baron that one of the vassals has rebelled, and James has gathered soldiers to go on a crusade." The knight of the family explained to the Duke of Bemessi.

"Vassals mutiny?" Duke Bemessi asked curiously, as he tied the strap of his inner lining.

"I heard it's Lord James's younger brother, Bruce." The knight replied.

James was wearing leather armor with a piece of chain mail over the leather armor, and the attendant picked up a coarse linen-filled cotton shoulder pad for James to bring for James, and the iron chain mail was easy to wear the skin of his neck if there were no shoulder pads.

"Wow~." The squire let go of his hand, and the chain mail hung over James's body, which was more comfortable to wear as a noble leather armor, but the chain mail provided James with better protection.

"Helmet." James put on his leather gloves and beckoned to his squire.

The attendant hurriedly picked up a pig's mouth semi-open-closed helmet and put it on James's head, this set of armor and helmet is the ancestral thing of Rock Manor, and there are special attendants to maintain and clean it on weekdays.

"Lord James, I beg you to talk to your brother." Sir Wayne, who was standing behind James, asked James with a frown.

"Enough, my stupid and lowly brother, he completely ignores my authority, and if he is allowed to do whatever he wants, I am afraid that even the serfs will despise me." James was determined to attack Bruce, and he couldn't listen to Sir Wayne.

"Dudu tut~~." At this time, a trumpet sounded outside the manor, which meant that another group of people had come to assemble at the manor, and James's army had been assembled.

"I know you're going to keep that foolish oath, so stay and continue to entertain the Duke, and I'll be back in a few days." James turned around in high spirits, put on his full armor and said to Sir Wayne.

"Ah, why is my friend going to make such a fuss?" Just as James was about to leave, the Duke of Bemessi came to James with several of his knights, and he said to James with a smile.

"Lord Duke, I'm sorry, I originally wanted to continue to accompany you, but there are traitors in the territory, and I must fulfill my obligations as a king." James immediately straightened up, he had already looked good, but now he looked more heroic in his armor, which made the eyes of the female companion beside the Duke light up.

"Wow, Lord James, you're so handsome." Lady Melinda, lazily draped in a fabric coat, shook the folding fan in her hand and took Bemessi's hand and said.

"Aha, dear Melinda, I'd be jealous if you said that, but I agree with you, Lord Baron is like an ancient warrior." The Duke of Bemessi laughed and patted Lady Melinda's hand and said to James.

"Thank you for the compliment." The duke's words made James extremely useful, showing off his strength in front of the high-ranking nobles, and being favored by the high-ranking nobles was one of the ways to get promoted.

"Then, I wish you a smooth counterinsurgency." The Duke of Bemessi stepped forward and took James's arms with both hands, shook them vigorously, and blessed the proud baron.

"Thank you for your blessings." James smiled and nodded, turned around and led his three attendants out of the room.

Looking at James's back, the smile on Duke Bemothy's face gradually dissipated, his brow condensed with worry, and at this time, he happened to see Sir Wayne also looking in the direction of the baron's departure.

"Sir Wayne, what the hell is going on?" The Duke of Bemessy walked up to Sir Wayne and asked him curiously.

"Lord Duke." Sir Wayne hurriedly bowed to the Duke, and then recounted what had happened.

"I remember Greenton was given to Bruce by James' father when he was alive." Duke of Bemessi said.

"Yes, Lord Duke, maybe you can convince Lord Baron, it's still too late."

"It's really reckless, easy to strip the vassals of their titles and lands, and it's no wonder that there is a rebellion, poor Bruce." Duke Bemessi shook his head, having doubts about James' abilities in his heart, but this was the Locke family's own business, and he had no intention of meddling at all.

James went to the gate of the manor, and the squire brought his horse, and with the help of the squire he mounted his horse, and in front of him were one hundred and fifty conscripted infantry, fifty light cavalry, forty-three archers, seven knights, and fifty sergeants of the manor.

"Let's go." James kicked his mount with his heel and walked in the direction of Glinton, and the small drum was beaten by the sergeant, and to the beat of the drum, three hundred soldiers moved together.

The long formations of the baron's army twisted and twisted on the muddy paths, the brightly colored banners of the Locke family fluttered in the air, and the morale of the soldiers was high, knowing that this was a battle that was bound to be won, and that war could bring them loot and plunder, and many of the recruited serf soldiers were eager to take the plunder.

Bruce stood on the wall, his gaze into the distance, and he couldn't see the army from Locke Manor, but he could imagine James looking like he was looking like he was looking at him.

"My lord, do you want to put up a banner?" Anne asked Bruce.

"Plant the flag!" Bruce nodded to Anne, and he looked under the walls and saw that everyone was gathered around the walls, and many people put their hands on their foreheads to look over.

Bruce's flag was planted on the city gate, and a strange dry character flag fluttered in the wind, and the people of Glynton did not know the meaning of the Chinese character of the flag, but they understood that it represented Bruce, and as long as the flag did not fall, Glynton did not lose.

"King of Heaven, Creator of all, Merciful and Almighty God, please grant us victory~~." The mad monk looked at the flag fluttering in the sun, made a prayer gesture in front of him, and muttered.

"Hmm." Elder Warren looked at the banner with cloudy eyes, something from a long time ago was revived in his heart, it was an era inspired by the flames of war, the flag fluttered in the flames of war, and the sword and fire stirred around the flag, although it was already buried in the dust of history, but occasionally in the empty night, it always made Elder Warren feel that he was young again.

"Oooo The people of Greenton cheered, their hearts stirred up by something.

"Whew." Eve lowered her head and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers while everyone cheered.

"Greenton finally has a flag of his own." The blacksmith looked at the banner that was flying in the sun, and said.

Grington is a place of exile for losers, although the Locke family calls this place their own territory, but no lord really regards this place as a home, and no nobles are willing to fight for it, but today, Bruce, a young little lord, has raised the flag for this place and swore to fight against the invading enemy, which makes the people of Grington find some kind of support.

"You will fight for me." Bruce drew his sword from his waist and shouted at the crowd beneath the walls.

"Oooo The people of Greenton raised their hands, and they let out a shout.

"Come on, no one can drive me away." Bruce turned to face the outside of the city walls, he clenched the sword in his hand and said, Bruce's soul is a time-traveler, from the time he opened his eyes to this world, inhabiting this barren territory, Glinton has been closely connected to his soul.