Emperor Otto's marching tent was filled with many nobles, most of whom had unwiped blood on their armor, and could not tell which ones belonged to him and which belonged to others.

A few wounded people sat in the corner, exuding an unconcealable smell of decadence, and the oppressive tent was full of the pungent smell of blood and coughing one after another, and the biggest source of the smell of blood should be the headless corpse that was being carefully scrubbed by a few small attendants at the moment, and of course the head in the elegantly decorated wooden box.

Emperor Otto, under the service of two close attendants, changed into a light and gorgeous fine flannel robe, and the exhaustion on his face could not hide his cheeks that turned red due to external stimulation, but the aura of the superior covered his mental activities very well, and every detail of his gestures was just right.

A little red-haired squire with freckles on his face poured a glass of wine for the emperor, and His Majesty Otto took it all down, as if quenching his thirst with a valuable Italian wine, and a few drops of residual wine flowed down the corners of his mouth into the collar, opening a red mark, much like the blood from a wound soaking through his clothes, and the emperor held out his glass in front of the little attendant, and motioned for him to continue to refill himself.

"Your Majesty, you have just been injured, please drink less!" The Grand Duke of Swabia found an opportunity to speak and persuaded from the sidelines.

This kind of time when you have just experienced defeat, it is generally the oldest duke who speaks first, otherwise no one dares to jump out to touch the brow of His Majesty the Emperor, God knows whether it will be the right ass or the wrong tiger's butt, especially at this tense moment.

Emperor Otto's hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air, his fingers playing with the glass, as if admiring the golden reflection on the gilded wine glass, and muttered to himself as if to say to everyone: "This time we plunged headlong into the enemy's trap and almost wiped out the whole army, I am very angry, and all the scout troops in charge of reconnaissance have been replenished into the vanguard corps with serious attrition, so that they can be guilty of meritorious service." ”

The emperor put the wine glass on the plate that the attendant raised above his head, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and continued: "The enemy can know our whereabouts so easily and make strategic arrangements, there must be internal ghosts among us, you dig three feet into the ground and find out for me, pull out this tumor!" ”

The Emperor pointed to the old duke and the Grand Duke of Bavaria, Henry, who bowed slightly to His Majesty in obedience.

His Majesty untied the long sword hanging on his waist and put it on the long table in front of him, the delicate wooden knight on the map was shocked to the ground, he held his waist with his hand, and the other hand held his chin and looked at a corner of the big tent, the knight sitting in the corner immediately ejected from his seat like a flame, and looked around in horror, hoping to find a comrade-in-arms who shared His Majesty's anger with him, but at this time no one dared to stand up to the cusp, this behavior was tantamount to dancing on the tip of the knife, The slightest mistake can be a catastrophe.

"You've done your job beautifully, Viscount Randy!"

After a long time, His Majesty the Emperor withdrew his eyes and looked at me who was hiding at the back of the crowd, and in the face of His Majesty's gaze, everyone separated to both sides like a tide, and cooperated to let me out of the corner sweating profusely.

I looked up into Emperor Otto's eyes, looking for some information to rely on, but those chestnut pupils were like a bend of autumn water that could not be seen to the end, and would not reveal any mortal feelings except to devour you alive.

"Your Majesty! ……”

To be honest, if I had been in the past, I would have had a lot of nonsense waiting to be picked up, but when the Grand Duke of Swabia determined that the person I beheaded was the Count of Medida, he not only pointed at my nose fiercely, and scolded the eight ancestors with great indiscretion, but also coldly reminded me that His Majesty the Emperor would not spare me, so I am a little at a loss now, and my brain has been in a state of panic, the more I want to sort out some clues in the brainwaves that are shooting around, but the more I can't even grasp a small thread, The worst thing is that I still don't understand what I'm doing wrong.

"Count Medida La Cresenti, who claims to be the most elegant and respected knight in the whole of Christendom, is the idol of countless knights who aspire to glory in one step, and the dream lover of the ladies of the boudoir, it is said that he has never failed in a duel three hundred times in his life, and even when his own forces are absolutely superior, as long as his opponent requests a duel, he will definitely give up the attack and choose to solve the problem through one-on-one heads-up."

His Majesty the Emperor paused, and an attendant passed the tent with a basin of water, and a layer of black blood clots that could not be dissolved floated on the surface of the water, like clotted blood in the throat.

"When I was a child, I always heard his fathers talk about him, even if he is now our enemy, he should be the most respectable one, and cutting off the head of the brave is condemned by God."

"Forgive my ignorance, Your Majesty, for I have not heard of the name of Count Crescenti, for the military situation was urgent, and I was compelled to do so in order to cause confusion among the enemy, and God bears witness that I never intended to insult the prestige of such a brave man."

I looked down at my toes, and quickly calculated my next words in my heart, the attitude of the Grand Duke of Swabia has already represented the opinion of the upper nobles on this matter, and the good friend Pope Ni is not here, facing the young emperor who has some problems with me, I am afraid that it is really difficult to guarantee that I can get out of this time.

Emperor Otto waved his hand, and the little attendant behind him came neatly holding the plate, where there was already a gold-plated wine glass full of Lombard wine exuding an alluring mellow aroma, His Majesty the Emperor picked up the glass and took a sip, and the tent was so quiet that you could even hear the rich echo of the wine hitting the wall of the glass:

"Count Cresenti has many cousins and admirers in other countries, and they will certainly come to you to duel once they know the truth of the matter, and I have ordered his body to be washed and returned to old Cresenti, and the armor, weapons, and horses you must not keep as trophies, but must be returned to his family, not to save your reputation, but to restore the reputation of Germany.

"The problem now is that our original plan was to capture the rebel logistical stronghold in Bresano, cut off their supply routes, and thus force the enemy to collapse without a fight, but now that we have not won the victory, we have killed Cresenti's most important son, and the old madman will be so angry that the possibility of surrendering him has been lost."

"The dilemma we face is that the enemy is likely to shrink his forces to defend the castle of Mantua on the Po River, which is a well-known natural danger, and even if the army is complete, I am not sure that it will be able to capture it, and now it has just experienced a new defeat, and it will take time for the troops to rest and replenish, but the latest intelligence shows that the French who are not idle, and the unruly Normandy knights are preparing to invade Lower Lorraine, and if the war in Italy is not ended soon, the interests of the Empire in the Low Countries will be harmed, As a result, the feudal lords from Flanders to Pomerania were all ready to move, looking for every opportunity to eat away at the German body. ”