"The language of God?" Anne looked at Bruce in amazement, the topic was so mysterious that she even thought Bruce was joking.

"There are lies in everything in this world, but there is only this language that does not deceive anyone, and that is mathematics." Bruce smiled at Anne, and these words were the opening words of his math teacher, mathematics that had originated in Western European theology since the Renaissance and laid the foundation for modern technology and industry.

Anne didn't understand Bruce's words, but she obeyed Bruce's orders completely, and she wouldn't hesitate to do whatever the baron told her to do.

"I, I'll try." Annie's little face flushed, she had no clue about the crooked numbers that Bruce had given her, but when Bruce finished teaching a lesson, she apologized to Bruce for her clumsiness.

"It's okay, this thing is really difficult, but you can remember the numbers from 1 to 10 first." Bruce comforted Anne.

"Lord Baron, the siege is about to begin." Suddenly, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and Sir Wayne strode in, and he said to Bruce.

"Oh, is everything ready?" Bruce nodded and stood up, and two squires walked in from outside the tent, who had put on Bruce's armor.

"Lord Baron, be careful, you'll have to test my numbers when you come back!" Anne looked at Bruce, who had walked out of the tent and was about to go to the battlefield, and she plucked up the courage to say to Bruce.

"No problem, if I remember wrong, I'm going to spank when I come back! Hahaha. Bruce jokingly said to Anne, then removed the black cloak behind him and strode to his mount.

"Lord Baron." Anne didn't laugh, she knew that on the battlefield could change in an instant, and every arrow and stone would kill people, she just stared blankly at Bruce's back.

The siege began, and the soldiers poured into the castle in waves, and arrows flew between the castle and the Glinton camp, but gradually the castle's firepower was suppressed, and Bruce's army took the opportunity to attack the city walls.

Bruce kicked the war horse under his crotch, and the mount carried him slowly towards the direction of the square, Sir Wayne and others hurriedly followed behind him, at this time the square was surrounded by Bruce's soldiers, and several nobles in the middle were panting, although they were holding swords, but the sword body was trembling and could fall down at any time.

"Just let the archers shoot them." Splitting Danny rubbed his nose and said in a contemptuous tone.

"No, they are asking for an agreement from the nobles, and if they are killed now, it will offend all the nobles." Stukov shook his head and said to Shield Splitter.

"The Baron is here." At this time, someone shouted.

The soldiers split a passage for Bruce to pass on horseback, with retainers and vassals following behind him, and a Glinton's dry banner was held high behind him, and the flag fluttered with the wind hunt.

"It's Bruce, oh no, it's Lord Baron." The nobles of Jeffrey saw the flag, they had seen it countless times when they attacked Glinton, and the strange banner made the nobles laugh fiercely, but when they looked at the banner again, they felt an indescribable sense of awe welling up from the bottom of their hearts.

"You want to see me?" Bruce, a man who likes to be crisp and clean, looked down at the nobles in the square and asked them.

"Lord Baron, I, we're going to make a peace deal." The nobleman at the head hurriedly inserted the sword in his hand at his feet, raised his hands to indicate that he had no intention of attacking, and the appearance of Bruce also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"A peace deal?" Bruce asked amusedly.

"Yes, we ask for a peace agreement." The nobleman at the head swallowed his spit, he also knew that this proposal was very problematic in this situation, but it was not without precedent, in the case of cornering the enemy, some nobles would make peace agreements in order to show their benevolence and sense of honor, and the world praised them.

"You are not qualified to talk about a peace agreement, you can only talk about a surrender agreement." But Bruce was clearly not an idealist, and he smiled slightly and said to the nobles.

"Surrender?" The aristocracy at the head smiled bitterly, it seems that Bruce belongs to that kind of pragmatist, in fact, it is not a shame to surrender at this time, after all, they have fought to the last moment for the lord, and the obligation of vassals has been fulfilled.

"We would love to surrender, but our family is still in Jeffrey's hands, and if we surrender, our family will be put to death by the kin-loving ones." At this time, one of Jeffrey's nobles said loudly. He didn't even want to maintain a superficial respect for Jeffrey.

"Oh?" Bruce and his retainers listened to the nobles, and they looked up at the main tower of the castle, where the gate was closed, and even the windows were boarded up, I really don't know what Geoffrey was thinking?

"Lord Baron, if you can save our family, not only will we surrender, but we will even be willing to submit to you forever and become your loyal vassals." The nobleman begged Bruce with a bitter face, and there was nothing more absurd in the world than the lord he fought for had detained his family and forced him to ask for help from his enemies.

Bruce frowned slightly, he didn't expect Jeffrey to make a fuss, but he thought it was worth it, if he could get the support of these nobles, it would undoubtedly be extremely beneficial to rule this land.

"Go, you send someone to ask Jeffrey what conditions he needs to release him." Bruce asked Jeffrey's nobles, thinking that Jeffrey must have wanted to negotiate terms with him by kidnapping the families of these nobles, and he should have wanted Bruce to let him go.

"Thank you, honorable Baron." Bruce's approval relieved the nobles, and their faces showed a smile that they hadn't seen in a long time, completely unconcerned about being surrounded by Bruce's army.

Soon, a nobleman came to the wooden door of the main tower, he was the loudest among the nobles, and after knocking on the wooden door, he raised his head and shouted out what Bruce meant.

"What's going on?" But when the nobleman had finished speaking, there was silence in the tower, as if there were no living graves in it.

"Whoosh~~." Just as everyone was waiting impatiently, the sharp tip of an arrow peeked out from the gap between a window nailed to the plank.

"Be careful, Lord Baron." Sir Wayne stepped forward nervously, and he used the concave shield on his wrist to block Bruce's side, but the arrow was not aimed at Bruce, only to hear a scream, and the arrow hit the shoulder of the nobleman who had made the offer.

"Damn bastards." Stukov and the others were immediately furious, but they didn't expect to be surrounded by Glinton's soldiers, and the people in the tower were still so arrogant.

"Crunch~, whoosh~~." Without saying a word, Eve behind Bruce took off the bow behind her back, pulled the bow and shot arrows in one go.

"Poof~~." Eve's mastery of archery was unparalleled, and the arrow slipped through the narrow gap between the planks, only to hear a pop, followed by a terrible snort, and the archers of Jeffrey who shot the arrows were killed.

"Are you ready to storm?" Stukov's one-eyed man looked at the tower viciously and asked Bruce.

"Hmm." Bruce frowned, and he slowly raised his right hand.