At both ends of the dueling arena in the barracks, two groups of troops were clearly gathered, and the 1,200 troops directly belonging to the Count of Evreux took a posture of not helping each other, and ran over and gathered around the dueling arena to watch the excitement.

As the music played, the two dueling knights rode forward, and the knights' spears stood opposite each other in the practice of practicing without metal spearheads.

The knight wearing a red burqa and a composite armor with a chain on his head, a helmet adorned with a horse's head, and a red robe with a white cross on his horse was Sir Hubert.

Ronald, an old knight wearing a dark green burqa and a winged helmet, rode leisurely on his dark green burqa and rode towards Hubert.

Each of the two sides of the duel came out of a soldier with a banner and came between the two, and one of the knights looked left and right at the two and said, "Why are you here?" ”

The old knights, Ronald and Sir Hubert, replied in unison: "We fight for honor." ”

"You will fight to the death! If you don't sympathize with the other party, you don't accept it. The knight holding the banner looked at the two and said.

"We will." Hubert and the old knight Ronald replied in unison.

"Go for it, then! Fight for honor. The knight holding the banner looked at the two and said.

Sir Hubert and Sir Ronald rode together to greet the knights on either side of the arena with their spears raised horizontally, and then raised their spears to the sides of the long arena.

The long arena was flanked by a rack of five spears that practiced riding, and Sir Hubert and Sir Ronald each turned their horses' heads next to the racks, standing opposite each other.

As William gave the order, one soldier from each side walked to the middle of the dueling arena, holding a one-man-high two-handed giant sword in both hands and sticking it into the ground, turning and retreating.

At this moment, the rousing military trumpets sounded around the dueling arena.

As soon as the trumpets stopped, Sir Hubert and Sir Ronald, who had already been well equipped, galloped wildly, holding a kite-shaped shield in their left hand and a flat riding spear in their right hand, each aiming at their own target and launching a charge.

Syllable... Syllable...

The spears of the two men broke in response, but they only hit each other's shields and passed by.

"Master William, Sir Hubert has kept the first round." Steward Osborne leaned into William's ear.

In this regard, William stared at the arena and smiled silently.

Sir Hubert and Sir Ronald each rode to the weapon rack at the end of the dueling arena, drew a spear again, turned the horse's head, and turned back to charge with a flat gun.

Syllable... Syllable...

The spears of the two men broke off at the sound of the sound, and once again struck each other's shields, passing shoulders, and this time Sir Ronald was visibly unsteady, and the soldiers on William's side cheered.

"It's the second round, Master William, and it looks like Sir Hubert has the upper hand." Faller waved excitedly at Sir Hubert, turned around, and said excitedly.

Sir Hubert and Sir Ronald each rode to the weapon rack at the end of the dueling arena, drew a spear again, turned the horse's head, turned back to the level gun, and made a third charge.

Syllable...

This time, Ronald's spear broke and stabbed Sir Hubert to the ground, and the knights and their soldiers erupted in cheers like a torrent, while William covered his face with his hands in annoyance.

"Oh no, Sir Hubert has been knocked off his horse and is going to lose." The frizzy Faller couldn't help but howl.

William turned his head and glanced at Faller, and said, "The winner has not yet been decided, Faller, don't jump to conclusions so quickly." ”

"Sit down, Faller, what a way to shout in front of Master William." At this time, Osborne, the butler who was sitting on the side, looked at this virtue of his son, and finally could not stand it, and shouted loudly.

"Hehe..." Faller had no choice but to look stupid and embarrassed.

Turning his gaze back to the dueling arena, Ronald did not hesitate, threw down the broken riding spear, removed the flail from the weapon rack, shook the circle, and rode towards Sir Hubert.

Sir Hubert was not annoyed, holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right, facing Sir Ronald as he fought and retreated.

Bang... Syllable...

After several attacks from the flail, the oak shield could no longer withstand the split in half, and by this time Sir Hubert had retreated to his two-handed broadsword, decisively discarded it, and drew his two-handed sword and prepared to fire.

At this time, in the face of Sir Ronald galloping towards his horse, Sir Hubert calmly took the right time to come and slash at the galloping horse, and immediately cut off the leg of Ronald's mount and knocked him off the horse.

Knocked off his horse, Sir Ronald rolled forward, rolled over, quickly retreated to the two-handed greatsword, and drew his greatsword to meet the pursuing Sir Hubert.

Bite... Bite... Clang... Bite... Bite...

Sir Hubert and Sir Ronald both raised their swords with both hands and slashed left and right, and the swords exchanged swords against each other, and there was no difference between victory and defeat.

After all, it was the young and strong Sir Hubert who had the better physical strength, and Sir Ronald had already seen the defeat, Hubert saw the opportunity to raise his giant sword and slash downward, forcing Sir Ronald to defend with his back against the railing of the dueling arena to support it.

"You have lost, Sir Ronald, and the next sword may well kill you." Sir Hubert looked at Ronald and raised his greatsword as he spoke.

"Hmph, young man, since you want to be glorified, you will end Lao Tzu's life." Sir Ronald raised his greatsword with difficulty and said with a stubborn expression.

Sir Hubert understood Sir Ronald's determination and did not hesitate to throw a horizontal slash with all his might.

Clang... Syllable...

Sir Ronald's greatsword was slashed out by Sir Hubert and fell several meters away.

"Sir Ronald, you don't have the strength to fight anymore, surrender." Sir Hubert said, holding his greatsword to Sir Ronald's throat.

Sir Ronald also lost very simply, fell to his knees, raised his hands, and said, "Hubert, you have won, and you and your master will be the masters of this army." ”

Rumble...

William's army and some of the Earl's direct army erupted in a tsunami-like cheer, deafening, while the knights' army bowed down as Sir Ronald conceded defeat.

"Master William, win, win, Sir Hubert wins." Faller, who couldn't hold his breath, couldn't help but dance and cheer beside William.

The generals present on the stage could not help but let out a sound of admiration.

At this moment William stood up and said in a loud voice: "Sir Hubert, I have won the pretty, and I now appoint you as the deputy commander of the army, and appoint twenty fellow cavalrymen as your general's guard, and command the knights and their army of fourteen hundred. ”

"As you command, His Highness William." Sir Hubert knelt down on one knee, and said with an excited look on his face.