"So as my future heir, I hope you can fight bravely, stand at the forefront, and share some of the pressure for us, you can rest assured, after the war, I will immediately announce your identity and make you the heir to my title and territory!"

The Earl's words were categorical and extremely tempting, and the average person would have agreed willingly without the slightest hesitation.

However, Viscount Kewen is worthy of being an old fox who has been playing with power for many years, and he has not been shaken by what the earl said, and he is embarrassed at the moment.

"I don't have any problem with myself, but my vassals don't necessarily think so for a long time, and I must respect their wishes to a certain extent, after all, my rule has come from them for a long time!" He didn't directly say that he didn't want to, but moved out of his vassals to say something.

Not to be outdone, the Count looked at Viscount Cowen and said meaningfully: "Your rule does not come entirely from them, your rule also comes from me, your feudal lord Count Loire!" ”

Viscount Kewen froze for a moment, he knew that the Count was beating himself, saying that his rule also came from him, wasn't this a threat?

There was no way, in order not to alarm the earl, Viscount Cowen had to agree to the earl's order sullenly.

The group finally reached the Lomi Valley and found that the enemy had not yet arrived, but their patrol seemed to have stayed there all along.

"Baron William! You and Baron Bair and the soldiers seize the high ground on the left, and don't let the enemy's troops pass through there to flank the center! "The Earl gave orders to William and Baron Byer, and the two of them had worked together, so the Count arranged for the two to be together.

Although there is a valley in Luomi Valley, it is not actually the kind of canyon that others imagine, but the terrain is relatively flat, and there are only a few small hills around.

"Viscount Raul! I ask you to hold on to the mountain bag on the right, hold on, and don't let the enemy pass by. The Count turned to Viscount Raul again.

And Viscount Curwen, according to the initial arrangement, was placed at the forefront of the battle column, even higher than the army of Viscount Winston and the Earl.

"Baron Byer, when the battle begins, our armed infantry and your light infantry will gather together and hold the enemy back, so that my archers will be able to consume the enemy with bows and arrows." William didn't say anything and said directly.

"Can it be done?"

"No problem, I'll listen to you!" Baron Bayer had long been accustomed to William's style of conduct in the past few days, and readily agreed.

"Hurry up! Archers keep their strength up, and in a moment it will be your turn to show off your skills! Light infantry in the rear, keep your formation! Hurry up! William kept the archers on strength, but began to reprimand the undisciplined light infantry in the rear.

These light infantry were extremely poorly disciplined, and at this time they were still pushing and shoving, marching extremely slowly, and the sound of laughter and scolding was shocking.

Being scolded by William like this, these more than 400 light infantry obviously got better, but it was limited, and the speed did not increase much.

Looking at this group of light infantry, William couldn't help but show a helpless expression, such a group of people on the battlefield is the life of cannon fodder, and they can't play other roles.

In the ice and snow, the Mendes infantry were covered with heavy cotton clothes, which was considered a layer of cotton armor in the armor, and the heavy infantry and knights looked very comfortable at this time, and the cotton armor on their bodies was indeed quite hard to wear in summer, but in this cold winter, it was indeed quite good warm clothing.

They were in close formation, which also helped keep warm, and the Manders knights, holding their unsheathed swords, gestured with their comrades as one way to increase the heat.

"Archers, move! Keep your body temperature and stamina, and you'll be able to show off your skills in a while! Five copper coins per person! William took off his helmet, breathed in white air, and said in a seductive tone.

The morale boost of money was obvious, and all the soldiers were shocked when they heard it.

A few minutes later, the Earl of Cwensville really arrived here with his army, also more than six thousand people, and the gap between the two sides was not large, of course, this was on the premise that Viscount Curvin had not yet rebelled.

After the last routine negotiation between the two counts, the battle was about to begin, and the heralds at the front began to run wildly in front of the battle, conveying their wishes to be crowned.

At the forefront is the Viscount Curvin is army, and they have been boosted to fight, and it seems that Viscount Curvin does not know much about colluding with the Earl of Consville.

The atmosphere was tense, and the heavens and the earth were slaughtered, and the soldiers on both sides stared at each other tightly, only the snow foam that was swept up by the wind floated in the air.

"Blow the trumpet!" The Count was on a small high ground in the rear, and around him were a dozen nobles, all of whom were gathered around the Earl, except for the nobles who had been assigned to defend the area, because they had to know exactly what the Count had ordered them, and when the order was given, they would mount their horses and go to their army.

The herald beside him listened to the earl's order and immediately complied, and ten people took out a trombone at the same time, put it in their mouths and prepared to blow it.

"Uh......h Woo ......" horn sounded, and a deep voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

"We blow the trumpet too!" The Count of Conceville narrowed his eyes, glanced in the direction of the Count of Loire, and said in a deep voice to the people around him.

The trumpets of both sides sounded almost simultaneously, and at that moment, the armies on both sides attacked.

At the head of Viscount Cowen's array were nearly a thousand light infantry composed of serfs, and their formation was quite scattered, charging in the direction of the enemy.

The Earl of Conceville looked at the army in front of him, and looking at the banner, this was obviously Viscount Curwen's troops, but how could Viscount Curwen's troops appear on the front line of the battle? Could it be that he changed his mind?

The Earl of Consville's heart was beating a drum, and Viscount Curwen's heart was not comfortable, and he was also forced to do so, and when he found a suitable opportunity, he would definitely fight back.

By this time the Count had already issued a series of orders, and several Ming nobles returned to their armies to begin to carry them out.

The same was true on the Earl of Connsville's side, where several nobles seemed to have received orders and began to attack the mountain packs on either side, as if trying to open a breakthrough from here.

There were not many people coming to William's side, only more than a thousand people, after all, the army on the entire mountain bag was only seven or eight hundred people, and the enemy dispatched more than a thousand people according to the usual practice, which was enough to annihilate William and them.

But alas, they are still too young to see such an opponent as the army in the Menders area.

On the frontal battlefield, the armies of the two sides are getting closer and closer, and they are about to collide with each other, they can even see each other's expressions, and in a few seconds, they will be entangled and have a tragic battle.