"Lord Baron Bruce, if the enemy enters this valley, then we will attack with cavalry, and no one is an opponent of cavalry." Sir Hilton said confidently, but Bruce looked confused.

"With all due respect, this is a rugged valley, and I'm afraid it's not suitable for a cavalry charge." Bruce thought that Sir Hilton was talking about the tactic of using cavalry to charge with a horse pistol, but soon the laughter in the tent made him realize that he must be wrong.

"Lord Baron, Sir is not talking about a charge." Edward hurriedly walked over to Bruce, who as the lieutenant had to warn him.

"Haha, isn't it really cultivated as an heir?" The vassals in the tent wasted no time in sarcastic, and malicious laughter rang out all around.

"The cavalry is a knight-centric combat unit consisting of sword-wielding squires and several armed soldiers, and is very suitable for siege and attack strategy at critical passes." Sir Hilton kindly explained to Bruce, Bruce was slightly embarrassed, this kind of military education is generally the knowledge taught when the heirs of the nobility and the cultivation of military talents, of course, the original Bruce as the second son could not know.

The final consensus reached at the pre-battle meeting was that there was no unanimity, and most of the vassals wanted to attack immediately, but Sir Hilton insisted on caution and sent enough Rangers to attack after the White Knights were deployed.

"That's enough." Duke Bemessi finally couldn't sit still, and he stood up and said loudly.

"Lord Duke." Sir Hilton and his vassals stopped arguing, and they looked at Duke Bemessey.

"I have fully understood the opinions of your lords, these damned rebels are wreaking havoc in my principality, not only a disgrace to me but also a desecration of order and justice, and now with the help of the nobles, I will restore order, so I will destroy them as soon as possible." Duke Bemessi glanced at the nobles in the tent, waving his right hand, shaking his body in front of the chair, foaming at the accusation of the rebels' crimes.

The duke's anger at the White Knight is conceivable, not only eliminating the duke's direct army, but also slapping the duke in the face, and forcing him to admit the church's eleventh tax, which is even more unbearable for him.

"You don't need to be merciful to these rebels, every serf who joins is a sinner and must be put to death, for the sake of justice and order." Finally, the Duke's lengthy pre-war mobilization was coming to an end, and he threatened the serf rebels with death, and the bloody declaration made Bruce frown.

"Oooo But for the vassals, the bloody declaration at this time made their blood boil.

"Sir Hilton will lead my own team with me, with Baron Leopold's army as the backbone, Ronald. Lord Langdon is on the right flank and Sir Brown is on the left。。。。。。 The Duke of Bemessi quickly divided his vassals into a front, back, left, and right formation, which was the usual horizontal formation.

"What about me?" Bruce listened for a while, but the Duke didn't even mention himself, so he asked curiously.

"Baron Bruce." Duke Bemessi squinted at Bruce, much to Bruce's discomfort, like a frog being caught by a snake.

"We can have Lord Baron Bruce as the first column, and the battlefield is the best place for men to grow." A vassal said with bad intentions.

"The first column?" Bruce chuckled in his heart, the casualty rate of the soldiers in the first column of the Cold Weapon War was the highest, and in Bruce's opinion, this was to make himself cannon fodder.

Bruce frowned, and immediately wanted to object, he didn't come here to be cannon fodder.

"Wait, Lord Duke, the battle in the middle is very important, why don't you let Baron Bruce be with my army!" Just as Bruce was thinking about how to deal with it, Baron Leopold said to the duke.

At the suggestion of Baron Leopold, the Duke of Bemessy agreed to join Bruce and his army in the middle of the battle, and after deploying the vassals to fight, the Duke of Bemessi led the way out of the tent.

"Let's go, end the battle today." Duke Bermessi's attendant brought a war horse and helped the duke turn over his horse, and the duke drew the sword at his waist and commanded loudly.

The vassals in the camp rode back to their armies, and soon the camp under the castle boiled like boiling water, and the sound of weapons clashing, the neighing of horses, and the rolling of wheels were all mixed together.

"Thank you, Lord Baron Leopold." Bruce wasn't a bad guy either, and before leaving, he thanked Baron Leopold on his horse.

"Don't take it personally, I just think that a nobleman who can have such an excellent swordsman will definitely not be far behind." Baron Leopold sat on his horse and smiled at Bruce, tightening the reins of his horse and spun around.

"Thank you anyway." Bruce and Edward stood in front of the baron, and Bruce casually placed his hand at his side and saluted the baron slightly.

"Fight hard! For the sake of honor, drive it. Baron Leopold stretched out his left hand, touched the edge of his helmet, and kicked the horse in the belly with the spur of his heel, and the horse neighed and galloped away.

"The big war is coming, are you nervous?" Edward glanced at Bruce and said to him.

"Sort of, but let's figure out how to survive!" Bruce took a deep breath, the air before the war was really different, everyone's faces were hesitant and serious, no one knew who would be able to walk down the battlefield alive, this tense atmosphere that seemed to be able to be twisted together really made Bruce a little moved.

"Baron Leopold is in the middle, I'm afraid it will be the most fierce place, but none of our soldiers have the weapons to take advantage of?" Edward looked at Bruce and reminded him.

"Do you think we're not prepared for this journey?" Bruce laughed, his unarmed soldiers made everyone laugh, but Bruce knew that the growth of the Grington militia might surprise everyone on the battlefield.

"What preparation? Did you secretly buy weapons? Edward asked, surprised, he hadn't seen anything Bruce was prepared for.

"Woo~~~." The trumpet sounded, and it was the Duke of Bemessi's order to set out, and the tents in the camp were put away, and the soldiers gathered together from the camp like a stream, and under the guidance of the Duke's banner, they began their march towards the village where the White Knights were stationed.