Grand Grington is a new territory formed by Baron Bruce through the annexation of military means, and the military force that supports the entire barony is the serf soldiers of the original Grington, but the nobles who originally belonged to the land of Lord Jeffrey will provide military support to Bruce in wartime according to feudal customary law, and these nobles with their own weapons and equipment, and even war horses can be said to be very strong and powerful military force.

"Nobles and family servants, please come here." Ken, as a retainer of Bruce and a nobleman belonging to the old Jeffrey domain, was tasked with forming and entertaining the nobles.

"Oh, this time the nobles are also fighting high!" Edward looked at the heavily armed nobles, and their servants who were also armed with old armor and weapons, and said to Bruce.

"Well, you probably want to show your allegiance to me!" Bruce stood at the window of the mansion and watched, although the nobles had offered themselves hostages and swore allegiance, but if they could not fight side by side, there would always be a slight rift between the two sides, which would not be good for the rule.

"This time the nobles fought ten people, and each of them brought more than ten armed servants, a total of about a hundred." Edward reported the strength of the aristocratic army to Bruce.

"All with armor and weapons?" Bruce asked.

"That's right, the ten nobles have their own horses, and the others have armor and weapons." Edward nodded.

"A hundred heavy infantry and ten heavy cavalry? Yes, that's good. Bruce was pleased with the result, and with his own armed pikemen and crossbowmen, it was a crushing effect no matter how you look at it.

"It's just, I wonder how long Stukov and the Glinton mercenaries can hold out?" Edward said worriedly.

"How many of our hussars are there?" Bruce frowned, which was what he was worried about.

"There should be forty yeoman farmers and horsemen in your territory who own horses, and cavalry directly under you." Edward replied quickly.

"Forty light cavalry and ten heavy cavalry, well, I see." Bruce touched his chin, and he rolled his eyes to a great idea.

In the open space in front of the lord's house, the nobles were talking to each other, their armed servants were carrying their suitcases, and it was customary for the nobles to have their own personal tent for every battle, as if it were their own personal domain.

"Ken-sama, it's a pleasure to see you again." A nobleman greeted Ken, and they were actually related to each other by blood and knew each other very well.

"Hello, hard work." Ken nodded coldly, but the nobleman didn't care, he knew Ken's arrogant aristocratic temper.

"We thought that Lord Baron would not be willing to summon us, but we didn't expect to get the opportunity to go on this expedition." The nobleman smiled, patted Ken's arm, and said to him.

"That's right, under the summoning order of the Duke of Bemessi, Lord Baron is only fighting with his own direct Grington militia regiment." Ken nodded, he felt that Bruce would not gather the nobles, and he was afraid that he would have doubts about the loyalty of the nobles in Jeffrey's domain.

"Yes, war is the only way to get spoils, to get fiefs, and it is also an opportunity to be famous all over the world, if we don't fight, I'm afraid we can only protest to the baron, right?" The nobleman was a man of great character, he said to his companions beside him.

"That's right, stay in your own manor all day, you know how boring I am, my maids are nine pregnant." Another nobleman, wearing a pie-shaped turban and a prismatic checkered dress, laughed.

"Whaha~~." The rude jokes of the nobles resonated with the others, and the thirst for battle and blood was the belligerent nature of the nobles.

"Protest, to that weird man?" Ken didn't laugh, he muttered a few words, Bruce was a person he would never guess, and he didn't believe that Bruce would give in to the protests of the nobles, he was afraid that he would come up with more ideas to toss the nobles, the Lord God was above, and hoped that this would never happen.

"Greenton, assemble~~." Suddenly, Mickey's rough voice sounded, as a military tribune, he had adapted to his role, and when he shouted the slogan, the Greentons immediately began to assemble according to their usual training.

"Oh, is this the Baron's direct sergeant?" The nobles on the side turned their heads to look at the Glintons in the assembly, their eyes were full of surprise, originally they didn't pay attention to this group of serfs at all, but they didn't expect that under Mickey's command, they quickly gathered into a neat phalanx, which was faster than the well-trained sergeants in the castle.

Bruce strode out of the Lord's House, wearing a Spanish helmet with a high bridge, flanked by Edward, Marcus, and Eve the Archer, and as he walked out, he glanced across the clearing to see the nobles and their servants gathered on the left, and the Glintonians on the right, separated by a wide path.

"Aristocrats." Bruce had a smile on his face, but the corners of his mouth were inadvertently scornful, the nobles always thought highly of themselves, and they refused to confuse commoners and serfs, but this was not the time to delve into it.

"Lord Baron." When the nobles saw Bruce walk out of the house, they hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down on one knee to Bruce.

"Oh, my lords, thank you for coming." Bruce pretended to take a few steps forward, as if to help them up, but the two sides were actually separated by several paces.

"Thank you, Lord Baron, as soon as we heard your summoning order, we brought the strongest warriors of our own clan to us." The nobles stood up and proudly introduced Bruce to the armed servants behind him, who were honestly strong and well-armoured.

"Yes, I see." Bruce nodded heavily, as if solemnly, with a smile on his face.

"For the sake of Lord Baron, victory, victory, victory." The nobles immediately shouted proudly, and at the same time, the armed servants behind them also echoed loudly, but the Grington phalanx on the right was silent.

"Okay, it's up to you to fight this time." Bruce looked at the nobles' posture and wondered if he wanted to show himself force. However, this kind of chaotic shouting does not seem to be enough to see, should I also let them see their own strength.

Thinking of this, Bruce's eyes looked at his phalanx of Gringtons, this army trained strictly in accordance with the code of discipline has been preliminary, among which the credit of Mickey, a blacksmith, is rare, he may not be as well educated as the nobles, but he trained the serfs, and felt that he did it word by word.

"Marcus." Bruce turned his head and shouted behind him.

"Lord Baron?"

"Distribute weapons and armor." Bruce commanded.

"Yes, Lord Baron."