"Let me rely on this group of spicy chicken soldiers to fight? It's just a fantasy, is this the Great Qing Kingdom? ”

I scratched the back of my head and said to Luo Luo, who was standing on the side, and hurriedly added when I saw his puzzled eyes: "Don't pay attention to the Arabian Nights and the Great Qing Kingdom, I'm talking about the impossible, their combat effectiveness is greatly reduced by the effect of alcohol, if you don't leave a back hand, presumably the arrogant knights after the battle will definitely collapse at the touch of a button, to be honest, I really doubt that they can still turn on horseback." ”

"I don't understand that, Lord Count."

Luo Luo lowered his head embarrassedly, with a cute tangled expression: "I only remember that the former neighbor lame Louis had a conflict with others, and people laughed at him for his disability, but they didn't take him seriously at all, but Louie pretended to admit defeat and surrender on the first day, and drunk his enemies, and the next day at dawn, while he was sleeping soundly, he easily wiped the necks of three or four strong men with a knife, and slashed the impossible enemy." ”

"Now we're the strong men you call letting our guard down."

I stood up and tried to stand up, but my legs were numb from sitting for a long time, and I staggered and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately Rollo was quick to hold on, I patted the dust on my body self-deprecatingly, hung the long sword on my waist and ordered: "Order the troops to assemble, go and wake up all the knights and lords of Flender, it is time to pack up and prepare for war, the sun is about to rise." ”

Rollo took the order and turned to leave, I moved my sore neck, I sat all night in chain mail yesterday, and now I felt as if my limbs were not my own, and the reaction of my brain had to be slowed down for several beats before I could slow down, and my whole body function was rusty like a flemish knight with a hangover.

Enduring the unpleasant smell of alcohol around me, I was almost smoked off my horse, and our army had arrived at the designated battlefield before the appointed time, and the Flemish knights were busy kicking the peasants' ass, and lined up these cannon fodder, who had never been on the battlefield before, only holding sticks and nails, and distributed them densely in front of the long battle line.

The knight on horseback looked from afar, much like a herdsman grazing sheep on the steppe, except that the lambs under his command were even more cowardly, and they didn't even dare to show off their sharp horns to fight back when they were hit, let alone the well-trained regular army on the opposite side.

"Don't worry! Lord Earl, the Frisians are our old adversaries, and their knights are like a pack of dog-riding clowns, unable to withstand the onslaught of real knights. ”

Yesterday, the knight who claimed to be able to tear the enemy apart with his bare hands and pull out all the internal organs, looked at me with trepidation, and boasted confidently.

The Knight of Kell, Loquelen, is a distant relative of the Carolingian royal family, his ancestors are said to have participated in Charlemagne, the famous expedition to the Saracens of Spain, once fought side by side with Roland, a model of chivalry, in the Valley of Thorns, and was lucky to escape death in that cruel battle, was named the small lord of a castle in the Flanders region, is one of the oldest families in the local history, and has been an important hereditary vassal of the Count of Flanders for several generations, he is the second son of the family, and was an earl's attendant when he was young, He was awarded a piece of the fief and continued to serve as a knight.

"Knight Kyle, I've heard of your reputation for a long time, so naturally I don't have anything to worry about this battle."

It is very important to do a good job of unity before the big war, and I stared at the other party enthusiastically and praised sincerely: "I believe that for a while it is nothing more than a mere formality, and the knights of Flender must be like lions rushing into the flock, and they will frighten the other party at the first sight, and easily cut off their worthless heads." ”

"Haha, it's been a prize."

Knight Kyle gladly accepted my assessment, lifted his fallen belly up, and tightened the cuffs of his chain mail: "You will watch later, and the knights of Flender will serve you a wonderful slaughter feast." ”

On the other side of the river, there was a noise of neighing horses in the distance, and at the same time our scouts also rushed to report the news that the enemy was crossing the river.

Although the size of the enemy's army could not be seen for the time being, judging by the noisy number of men and horses, it would never be less than ours, so I stood up on horseback and put my hand on the pergola and watched ahead, no matter how hard I tried, I did not find a single shadow of the enemy, so I had to sit back in frustration, and told Rollo to fetch an arrow.

"Knight Kyle, I heard that you have excellent arm strength, and I also saw the competition with several knights last night, and it is indeed worthy of your reputation, and it is easy to let those people become your subordinates."

I took the arrow from Rollo's hand and said to Knight Kair, who was close to me and urging his squire, to hang his spear in the saddle, "I would love to see your giant-like power again, this is an arrow with a whistle, please shoot it in the direction the enemy is coming, warn them of where to stop, and shoot them in the foot." ”

Knight Kyle readily agreed, took the bow handed by the squire, moved his arm, and pulled the elaborate mahogany bow to the maximum with an arrow, the green tendons on his neck burst out, he tilted his head sideways to listen to the wind, and raised the angle of the firing upwards, squinting his eyes and letting go of his hand abruptly.

Everyone watched the arrows fly straight into the sky, slashing through the air currents and making a terrible sound, so frightened that the peasants at the front of the queue covered their ears in horror, not knowing what terrible things were happening, and almost scattered in all directions, thanks to the Nijmegen infantry who were arranged on their flanks, they tried to maintain order before they quieted down, and the arrows quickly fell after reaching the highest point, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

In the exclamation and admiration of everyone, Knight Kyle was very proud to hold his arms, he was still very confident in his strength, while pretending to be reserved and humble, he couldn't hide his face and said to me excitedly: "See, Lord Earl, the arrows are flying out of our sight, and now the enemy may have to reconsider the strength of the opponent." ”

I patted him on the shoulder in satisfaction, and before he could say the following words, I gave the order to attack: "Then go to the battlefield and prove your strength, Knight Kyle, immediately lead the knights to attack the enemy who is crossing the river, and kick them back into the river to feed the fish!" ”

"What? You've asked me to attack an enemy who isn't ready for battle? It would be a disgrace, my lord, true knights disdain to use intrigues, for God is on our side, and a righteous victory will not only shock the hearts of the enemy, but will also add a new sparkle to your prestige, so take back this dishonorable command. ”

Knight Kyle seemed to hear something unbelievable, angrily demanding that he stop attacking immediately, beating his chest as if he was arguing with me.

"The enemy's strength is at least more than double ours, and it is a local battle, and there is no chance of winning in a face-to-face confrontation, you just said that God is on our side, if we don't take advantage of the God-given opportunity to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, I'm afraid we will never have the opportunity to praise God again, you must know that God is always on the side of the victor, my knight, put aside those useless chivalry."

In my opinion, Knight Kyle is simply a bad head, and I don't know whether he underestimated the strength of the enemy, or overestimated his own strength, and even thought of a dignified decisive battle, living out of a medieval foreigner Song Xianggong, but I don't know that you can't win a battle by etiquette and demeanor, people in this world do admire and chant people with noble character, but most of them end up miserable, and those who can really sit at the top of the world are basically the best hooligans and scoundrels, without exception.

As far as I know, in the era in which I lived, the knightly class had just been formed, and many of the rules of chivalry praised by later generations had not yet been formulated and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the Church was not as binding on knights as their own lords, let alone ethereal spiritual power.

Therefore, most of the knights are unscrupulous and vicious, and one is more authentic than the other, and they are like the holy knights praised by later generations, basically a group of armed thugs on horseback, and when they have nothing to do, they like to rob and bully the church personnel and old and young women and children in the past like devils, and if they are lucky enough to meet a group of unlucky businessmen, then there is no reason to sit still, and abuse and massacre are common.

But there are also a small number of people, especially the French knights, who believe in the chivalric principles handed down from the country of Champagne, and everywhere take them as the guideline, and everywhere they are self-denying, who must call God in their words, who seek justice in war, who are jealous and hateful, who despise all the actions of the world that they see as losing their faith, who would rather let the enemy stab them in the back than attack first, and who honestly send their lives to maintain the purity of their souls.

"My ancestors once fought side by side with Roland, this is something my family has been proud of for a hundred years, as a descendant who grew up with the stories of the ancestors, I must live this tradition and pass on the glory of my ancestors, so I have to refuse to carry out your orders, and I will wait here for the enemy to officially launch an attack, even if I die in battle, it is enough to comfort the spirit of my ancestors in the sky, so that future generations will not mention me and be ashamed to raise my head."

After Knight Kyle finished speaking, he looked viciously at the other knights who followed behind him, and squeezed out the coercion of Chiluoluo from between his teeth word by word: "I think the proud Flemish knights are all brave and upright, and they will not carry out your wrong orders." ”

I looked at the knights who were staring at him and shrunk their heads, not daring to squeak, and sighed in my heart, there was a little faint schadenfreude, if the nobles of Flender were all such big stupid geese with their necks facing the sky, then after silly helping Nijmegen block the wind and frost sword, it happened to be the last trophy we stepped on, and I could find ten thousand ways to kill them if we met on the battlefield.

Continuing to talk was tantamount to playing the harp to the ox, I pursed my lips and shook my head, turned to Rollo and said: "Send a part of the infantry, drive the peasants in front to rush up, if you can't beat the enemy, at least scare them to death, Kohler and the bull should already be on the way to attack." ”

(End of chapter)