The breeze blew the plains, the weeds on the grass swayed with the wind, and the sun in the sky sprinkled brightly on the earth, but then a thunderous sound sounded, and the ground shook slightly.

"Boom~~." An army of thousands of men appeared on the plain, led by the family coat of arms of the Duke of Bemessi, the banner inlaid with gold thread dancing with the wind hunt, and behind the duke's banner were the banners of other lords of various colors, dancing with the march, and in the procession a strange dry banner stood out from the rest.

"Lord Baron Bruce, your flag is very chic, isn't it?" Baron Leopold was on his horse, his body jolting with the march of the warhorse, and Bruce next to him was parallel.

"This flag symbolizes vitality and vigorous life." Bruce coughed in embarrassment and said nonsense, no one in this world knows Chinese characters anyway.

"Actually, this family heraldic pattern is very much like a scepter." Baron Leopold's retainers said to Bruce flatteringly.

"Well, it's really like that, but it's a pity that the Locke family doesn't have royal blood, if there is, you can add a crown to it haha." Baron Leopold gestured with his hand and said, he didn't have any ill intentions, it was true that according to the aristocratic heraldic science of this era, the banner with a crown showed that there was a king in the family, and the Locke family was only the local lord of the Duchy of Bemessi, and the bloodline was not too noble.

"Stop moving." While Baron Leopold was chatting with Bruce, a herald rode past the side of the marching procession, and he loudly conveyed orders to the vassals under the banner one by one.

In ancient times, combat communications were not as convenient as in modern times, so commanders had to bring some heralds with them before the battle, and these heralds were required to have a good voice and memory, and to be able to accurately convey the general's orders to each team.

"Stop moving forward, what's going on?" Bruce was a little surprised to hear the herald's order, it was still some distance from the village where the White Knight was entrenched.

"Look where." Baron Leopold's retainers said loudly, and pointed to the front, Baron Leopold and Bruce looked in the direction each other's pointing, only to see a thin gray line appear on the opposite hillside, the line kept shaking, and then everyone realized that it was an army crossing the hillside.

"It's the rebels, they even took the initiative to come to us." Baron Leopold licked his lips, and he said with some incredulity.

"Are they crazy or are they bold enough not to take us seriously." Baron Leopold's retainers cursed.

Bruce looked at the rebels who appeared on the opposite side, and he was also extremely puzzled in his heart, anyone with a little military common sense should understand that it is not good to face an army with a majority of cavalry on the plains, but the white knight actually put the army out in such a big way.

"What the hell is this guy doing?" Bruce touched his chin, his eyes fixed on the group of rebels who appeared.

"Bruce, Lord Baron." Stukov and Edward, who were walking behind Bruce, approached him and asked him.

"Don't panic, we'll follow the rest of the troops." Bruce lowered his head and whispered to his retainers.

The Duke of Bemessi did not seem to anticipate the other party's actions, and after ordering the entire army to stop marching, Sir Hilton suggested that they also put up a position to confront each other, and the Duke did not hesitate to issue a new order this time.

"Unfold, unfold the army." A herald on horseback, wearing an iron helmet and a fine linen shirt, swept past the procession, and he loudly conveyed the duke's orders.

"Whoa." The soldiers were in position under the leadership of the vassals, who took up their weapons and clenched their pointed shields in five horizontal formations, usually standing on the left side of their army to direct the battle.

"Lord Baron Bruce, get your soldiers ready with their weapons, and follow me." Baron Leopold rode around in front of Bruce and the others, and after shouting to Bruce, he rode towards his army.

"Distribute the weapons to the soldiers!" Bruce nodded, and he said to Stukov and the others.

"Wait a minute, Bruce, are you really going to use this thing as a weapon?" Edward asked, surprised.

"Of course, this is the best weapon." Bruce patted Edward on the shoulder and said to him.

Duke Bemessi was on a horse, he looked at the flag opposite, which turned out to be the banner of the White Tower representing the White King, but he didn't expect the rebels to fight out like this, which showed that the leader was the White Knight himself.

"I didn't expect to see this flag." Sir Hilton's voice came from the Duke's side, and Sir Steer stepped forward to see the White Tower banner.

"It's just a bunch of crazy people who want to impostor it." Duke Bemessi pursed his lips, he didn't believe that the other party was really the so-called heir of the White King, the legitimate king of the kingdom.

"The influence of the White King is really great, after so many years of death." Sir Hilton said with emotion, in fact, in the hearts of many people, the White King is the legitimate king, this ranger-like bold Lord is very legendary, is the object of worship of many knights, on the contrary, the Black King is like a monster hiding in the tower.

"Don't think too much, whether he is the seed of the White King or not, I will hang him on a tree today." Duke Bemessi said expressionlessly, he glanced back at the herald beside him, and raised his left hand.

"Ready to fight, ready to fight." The herald immediately shouted loudly, and at the same time the herald sounded in the distance like a wave, and with a noisy noise, the soldiers with long contradictory cards formed a horizontal formation like a bulwark.

"Lord Duke, don't you send an envoy?" Sir Hilton asked hesitantly, as one of the rules of war, the warring parties can send envoys to each other before the war, and they can communicate and negotiate whether they are fighting or not.

"They're just criminals." The Duke of Bemessi stared at the other side, discognizing them as honorable armies, and treating them as criminals who broke his rule.

At this moment, Baron Leopold was on his horse and watched in the direction of the duke, if the duke's flag was shaking, it was an order to attack, and as an army defending the middle position, Baron Leopold assumed an important role.

"What do you think is going on, Lord Baron?" Suddenly, there was a sound of laughter from behind Baron Leopold, and the baron's retainers quickly poked the baron with their fingers in surprise after turning around curiously.

"I'm reading the duke's orders, what, what?" Baron Leopold shook his head impatiently, the helmet he was wearing was flanked and behind by the chain net, and when he shook it, the chain mail made a loud noise, but the baron was also taken aback when he looked back.

A cluster of wooden spears appeared in the rear of his army like a grove, and it was moving, and when the grove moved, the other soldiers laughed.