After comforting Wella's mother and daughter, William gathered his army again, drove straight in, and invaded Baron Dale's territory.

His territory was not small, and after many years of operation by his family, the population was four or five thousand, and William stood on the mountain and watched the chaos below.

The soldiers disbanded to plunder, especially the population and wealth, including some pottery, grain, and meat, were the targets of the soldiers.

In the end, William led his troops and escorted seven or eight hundred serfs back to the territory.

William brought back the entities of Baron Comos and Valoran, and held a grand funeral, along with the fallen knights, in the manor's cemetery.

Three days after killing Baron Dale, as expected, Viscount Curvin's emissary arrived at Menders Manor with news of the start of war.

"Got it, I'll be waiting for him in the Putun Plains!" William said in a deep voice.

Wella has been very depressed these days, and William is also very uncomfortable looking at her, so he can only silently stop her in his arms and let her cry silently

Two days later, William led the mobilized soldiers to the Purton Plain, followed by some merchants** and the like, a large number.

But what they didn't expect was that William was strict in governing the army, and he didn't even allow anyone to fall behind or leave the team when he was marching, let alone go to drink before the battle

It was still morning, and Viscount Curwen's army had not yet arrived, so William ordered the soldiers to start resting, and none of them had good physical strength to cope with the battle tomorrow.

William was a little worried in his heart, the other party could be a viscount, although the title does not fully represent strength, but as a viscount with real power with a fief, he can mobilize a lot of power.

Thinking of the troops that the 10,000 or 20,000 residents in the other party's territory could mobilize, William's heart was a little empty, although he had promised Wella a long time ago that he would take revenge, but it was definitely not now.

He can only take revenge when William has the strength, and it is pure stupid to provoke without strength.

But William doesn't want to fight, it doesn't mean that others don't want to fight, Viscount Kewen has bullied him to the neck, and he directly declares war, William can't help it, so let's fight hard!

After the soldiers rested, the day passed like this, and at noon the next day, with a loud sound of footsteps, Viscount Curwen's army crossed the territories of several nobles and reached the plain of Puton.

William hurriedly ordered the army to be assembled, and training was very important at this time, and the Manders infantry quickly formed a formation under the constraints of the officer.

The light infantry was in a chaotic manner, and they didn't form a formation for a long time, but Viscount Kewen didn't take advantage of this time to attack, presumably because he thought that he would definitely be able to defeat William, and then he didn't have to do it this way.

William looked at the opposing camp, and saw a large number of people in the black press, conservatively estimated to be more than 2,000 people, nearly twice as many as on his side.

The armed infantry inside is not less than William's side, and it may not be as well trained as the Manders infantry, but the number is definitely not less than that of the Manders infantry.

Speaking of the battlefield killer knights, there were forty or fifty knights on the other side, plus the horsemen around them, there were sixty or seventy people.

William's side also adopted the knights of Comos Manor, and the number of knights reached nearly sixty, and the other party casually gathered sixty or seventy people......

"This battle is not easy to fight!" William sighed in his heart.

Although William felt a little suspenseful in his heart, he still looked unfazed on the surface, because he knew that even if he was worried and frightened in his heart, as a superior person, he must not show it in front of his subordinates, which would be a very big blow to morale.

The black-pressed army stopped, and two men on horseback ran out of the phalanx, but they didn't look like knights, they should be similar to heralds.

The herald said something to the horsemen at the front of William's side, and the knight said something to the herald beside him, and then the herald came to report to William.

"My lord, the herald wants to see you!"

"Well, let him come to me, I'll see what Viscount Cowen has to say!" William said.

Viscount Curwen's herald stroked his chest and said: "Dear Baron William, Viscount Curvin said that as long as you give the Viscount the recipe for Comos Manor and the ten villages under your command, ten thousand silver coins, and vodka, then the Viscount can convince the family of Baron Dale for you and let them forgive you, so that there is no need to go to war, and it is good for both sides!" ”

Well, this Viscount Cowen has a lot of appetite, it turns out that William's most profitable vodka is in mind, and it seems that it has been planned for a long time.

"Whew! Your Viscount is really funny, who are you thinking of as a fool? Go back and tell him that I am not afraid of war, and I am here waiting for him to fight! William said stiffly, not afraid of angering the other party.

Now that the people on both sides have torn their faces, why should they save face for him? It's like kneeling and licking him, he won't come to William and ask for these things.

"Okay, my lord, I will tell the Viscount the truth about your words, he will definitely be very angry!" The herald said unhappily.

"Got it! Get out! He couldn't stand it anymore, and scolded loudly, and Norwen also looked at the herald with disgust.

The herald shuddered for a moment, but then relented and said, "You're going to regret it!" After saying that, he left in a hurry.

"Got it, you go down!"

Viscount Kewen listened to the herald's accusation, waved his hand lightly, and motioned him to go down, he didn't intend to let William go, let people say that these were purely to disgust and disgust the other party.

At the moment, his strength can be said to crush the other party, as long as the other party is defeated, it is not a long time before he can get these things?

Even if it is a loss in troops, he can bring back the inhabitants of the territory of Mendes to make up for the loss, as for the earl, when the matter is over, will he punish himself for a dead man?

But the herald didn't think that much, he only knew that he had received an insult in the opposing camp, and he had to take revenge!

"But what? Get down!! Viscount Curwen's angry voice sounded, and a small herald dared to influence his decision?

was reprimanded by Viscount Kewen like this, and the herald quickly admitted his mistake and left Viscount Kewen's side.

Viscount Cowen stood up, followed by a very young nobleman, the eldest son of Baron Dale, who inherited his title after his death.

As a young nobleman with no prestige, and all the knights he was loyal to were killed, his only option was to follow Viscount Cowen and serve him in exchange for his support.

Viscount Kewen was dressed in military uniform and rode a tall war horse to the center of the formation, where was the place where he gave orders.

He divided his 2,500 light infantry into five phalanxes, each with 500 men, and he first ordered the two light infantry phalanxes to press over each other.

"Quick! Let the light infantry go up, all the light infantry! And archers! William looked at the phalanx of light infantry approaching like this, and hurriedly gave the order, and at the same time asked the heralds around him to convey it.

William's strength can be called deformed and powerful among the barons, but in front of a powerful viscount like Viscount Cowen, it is not worth mentioning, to be honest, even Viscount Raul is not as strong as Viscount Cowen.

The light infantry on both sides did not immediately collide with each other, but advanced slowly.

One hundred and fifty archers, armed with recurve compound bows, took an arrow from the cluster of arrows at their waists and placed it on the bowstring, and Urimu was authorized by William to temporarily direct the archers.

At a distance of more than two hundred meters from the other party, his hand suddenly waved down, and at the same time shouted: "Launch!" ”

One hundred and fifty arrows burst through the air, and the liberated bowstring was still buzzing.

The one hundred and fifty arrows shot into their formation like a small net, and the crowd suddenly lost a small piece, and the power of the recurve compound bow was not comparable to that of a shoddy hunting bow.

The light infantry were hit by arrows one after another, and let out a heart-rending wail, and even the shield lacked the light infantry's protection against arrows, which was basically zero.

Fear spread like a plague in all directions, and the horrific condition of their companions made them shudder, and the whole formation became a little loose.

However, after some of the armed infantry who were overseeing the battle were killed, the array was restored to good condition.

To be honest, the light infantry charged so slowly that William ordered his men to stay where they were and wait for each other, and for a minute or two they did not make contact.

The untrained light infantry was required to maintain formation before the war, but how could untrained serfs maintain formation? On the contrary, their speed has become slower.

In this way, the Menders archers were given more leeway, and two more rounds were fired in a row, and the three hundred arrows directly caused nearly a hundred casualties.

Fear spread among the Trouron light infantry, but the armed infantry that oversaw the battle did not disperse, but moved more slowly.

Viscount Kewen saw that his soldiers had been killed and injured so much before they could touch each other, and he was immediately unhappy, and his face was very ugly.

"What do our archers eat? Why can their bows and arrows shoot so far? Damn it! Viscount Curvin gritted his teeth and cursed at the people around him.

"Let the knights prepare it for me! I'm going to crush them! Viscount Curvin said.

Before, both sides were very tacit and did not use the trump cards in their hands, knights, this is because they all want to leave a hole card in their hands that can be used flexibly, and the strong knights undoubtedly meet this standard.

However, after Viscount Cowen gave the order, this tacit understanding was broken, and the knight could only use the knight to deal with it, which is a folk proverb here.

More than sixty hoplites gathered, and the horses covered with horse armor kept snorting, waiting for the order to charge.

The hussars were on standby, and the more than twenty hussars seemed to have become a forgotten character in the war.

In fact, in addition to the armor on their bodies, these light cavalry were no worse than the impact of many knights, and many poor knights could not be equipped with horse armor, and only William could equip the knights with horse armor for free with such wealth.

The horse armor of the knights directly under the earl is bought at their own expense, and only two-thirds of them are equipped, and the remaining one-third are bare horses, as for the knights under Viscount Kewen, the horse armor is even rarer!

William looked at the light cavalry on the side, or decided to put them into the sequence of the charge, under the bonus of horse speed, the weapon hit the body, no matter what armor is a death or injury ending, unless it is not hit at the vital point, so that the armor can play a role in horseback combat.

As the men on both sides assembled, the Mendes archers fired three more rounds of arrows, causing nearly two hundred casualties, and then they stopped firing, not without arrows, but because the archers were out of strength.

The distance between the light infantry on both sides has been shortened to a few tens of meters, and more than two hundred archers under Viscount Curvin have also begun to fight back, although Viscount Curvin does not attach importance to archers, but even so, they are more numerically than the Mandes archers.

Seventy or eighty people were shot in this way and fell to the ground, and in the real case, they were almost certain to die, and the trampling would take away the rest of their lives.