"My lord, are you ready to attack?" The bull drove the war horse to run, and the tomahawk on his back reflected the cold light, as if he couldn't wait to kill with his master.

I stretched out my hand to help the distressed lower back, trying to keep my expression natural, the little squire next to me was holding a cloth bag full of ears and the head of Baron William, the sleeves were all stained by the blood oozing out, trembling and holding a bunch of human organs at a loss, I seemed to see myself who went to the battlefield for the first time, and was looking for a place to pretend to be dead everywhere, and suddenly grinned and laughed, which made the little squire even more nervous, and his whole body trembled like chaff, and he almost fell to the ground unsteadily.

"After a while, the two of us will go forward and humiliate the enemy, like angering the injured boar and let them fall into madness, only in this way can we find the flaw, and then follow the crack to find a breakthrough, and win with one blow, do you have confidence?" I leaned down from my horse, and said to the little squire with a wicked smile like a bad uncle abducting an underage girl.

"Yes, Lord Count."

The little attendant replied as if he didn't understand, straightened his waist and showed in front of me that he was not timid, and the funny appearance made me laugh.

"The archers come forward, the trebuchets are ready, I'm leaving."

I took off the helmet that made me breathless, after fighting for so long, I was still very unaccustomed to this iron lump on my head, I always felt like an urn, and I was Guan Yunchang who was packed inside.

I clamped my horse's belly and trotted to the center of the battlefield, followed by a guard with a white flag and a small squire with a cloth bag on foot.

We pulled our horses out of range of the enemy's archers, raised our right hand at the enemy who was staring at the city wall, and palmed our palms outwards to show that we had no ill intentions and were here for friendly negotiations.

A knight in chain mail, standing on the city wall, ordered the archers to put down their drawn bows, turn around and run down to make a report.

While I was boredly counting the manes on my horse's back, the iron bars of the city gate finally rose slowly, and one of the first men rode brightly on the back of a tall and handsome red horse, and under the arch of the two knights, also running towards our position with a white banner.

"This is Chaucer, Earl of Amersaft of Utrecht, may I ask your Excellency's name?"

Standing five paces away from us, the tall, well-manicured earl made a symbolic bow, showing his courteous knightly demeanor, and a knight behind him shouted the name of his master.

I looked at the enemy in front of me from head to toe without any care, as if I wanted to see through the depths of the other person's soul through my own eyes to find out what kind of person he really was.

The Earl of Amersaford is an energetic middle-aged man, with an obvious scar on his face that drags from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, terrifying like a poisonous snake crawling on his face, spitting dangerous letters, and his neat black beard hangs down his chin in a rigorous and meticulous manner, which shows that he usually spends a lot of time taking care of it, attaches great importance to his appearance, and is incompatible with the rough temperament revealed by the scary scar on his face.

The elegantly made fish scale armor is set on the outside of the chain mail, with a well-made long sword hanging from the waist, and the whole body exudes the grace and luxury of the typical aristocratic knight in the storybook.

The Earl of Amersauff waited for a long time to see me reply, but found that I was observing myself very rudely, and the gentleman's gentle cough as a reminder reminded me that I had come back from my whimsical thoughts, and also signaled to the squire who had long been ready to compete with the other knight to reply:

"This is a vassal of His Majesty Emperor Otto III of the German Empire, Count of Nijmegen, Randy the Wise, the rightful lord of this place."

He deliberately emphasized the word legal, and the meaning of provocation was obvious.

Don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf there, what noble knight will occupy someone's castle and show off in front of his master?

Sure enough, hearing the squire's answer, a trace of embarrassment flashed on Earl Amersauff's face, and he hurriedly covered it up with a dry cough.

"As the rightful lord of this place, I express my great protest and indignation at your taking the opportunity to seize the castle, and the glory of God shines on the earth, but I did not expect to witness such a vile gloom."

I pretended to be angry and held my back and squeezed a few words out between my clenched teeth, the pain of the wound causing me to gasp for breath.

"The most infuriating thing is that you actually bought the local priest to attack me, and I had God's mercy to bring life back to my body, so that you can see my righteous protest face to face!"

"I think you are mistaken, honorable earl, it is the local priest who has summoned the nearby lords to fight against the ungodly heresy, and we, the most loyal servants of the Lord, have gathered to attack you from a long distance, and we have indeed found some evidence of heresy in your castle, and we are about to report it to His Majesty the Pope for the Holy Judgment."

On the surface, the Earl of Amersafalt, who seems to be sanctimonious, is full of rogue logic made up, and he lies without blushing and his heart beating.

"As for the assassination you mentioned, it is even more nonsense, we have received the news that you led a group of assassins who can only survive in the dark, sneaked into the castle through the secret passage and tried to kidnap Father Djokovic, he was forced to act because of self-preservation, and died tragically at the hands of the assassins in order to defend the holiness of Christ, speaking of which, I have a deep understanding of the rumored despicable, this is the murder of Chiluoluo, God will definitely condemn the murderer!"

Listening to the reversal of black and white in the opposite direction, I was really angry, well, since we can't talk about it, don't fake the wording here, I turned back and pointed to the shadowy-looking army and said to him:

"Then let's see whose side God is on, and the victor will be entitled to the favor of the Lord!"

After speaking, the little squire ran forward and opened the cloth bag in his arms and fell to the ground, the ears and skin that could no longer be seen, and the wrinkled and rotten head of Baron William were piled together, silently expressing my humiliation of the Earl of Amersaville, the effect was tantamount to falling a **** on the top of his head, and the scene was extremely exciting.

"Since you are so anxious to pray for death, I can only regret to declare that this peace negotiation has failed, and that the warriors of Christ have to meet each other with swords, and that you will surely pay the price you deserve for your arrogance and cruelty."

The Earl of Amersasford dropped the sentence viciously, turned his horse's head and was about to leave, when I shouted from behind.

"According to the ancient Frankish custom, we call for a duel before the decisive battle, and we will send three knights of the rank of baron and above to show their faith and bravery with their own blood and the heads of their enemies, and to pay tribute to the sword that is about to be stained with the blood of our fellow Christians."

As I spoke, I handed the earl a white scarf with the tip of my sword, and waited for his answer with a smile.

In full view, though extremely reluctant, the Earl of Amersoft had to pretend to take the scarf gracefully and respond: "We will also send knights of matching status, so that the two sides will have a fair duel under the merciful gaze of God, Amen!" After the Count had finished speaking, he took the trouble to draw a cross on his chest.

"As you wish!"

I pressed my forehead and saluted briefly, and turned back to my phalanx with the attendants, and the bull helped me hold the reins of the horse, and the eager Mao Sui recommended himself: "Let me be the first to go out of the battle, I haven't had a heart-to-one one-on-one with people for a long time, and the axe on my back really wants to see an opponent with equal knowledge, please, my lord!" ”

I rewarded him with a violent shudder: "How do you know that the other party is on par with you?" Grow up with other people's ambition to extinguish their own prestige, let me get out of the way and prepare to go, and be the first to go up and die. ”

I rolled my eyes, and with great difficulty, I disembarked from my horse with the help of a few squires.

"Hans is second, Kohler stays at the end of the formation, even if the enemy is very good, give me leisurely, try to stretch the duel as long as possible, the real purpose of the duel is to delay time, not to let you easily go up and chop your head, understand? If anyone dares to ruin my plan, they will come back to me with their own head in the future! ”

The bull immediately wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he was still thinking about a good fight, and Kohler and Hans answered the mission in silence, silently arranging their weapons.

The bull threw away his helmet and heavy shield, picked up a spear decorated with a horned flag and rode out on horseback, the other party's gate slowly opened, and a knight in full armor ran out, the two people greeted each other from afar, and then stood at a distance, without informing each other of their names and titles, urging their mounts to speed up a little in the attention of everyone holding their breath, and the soldiers on both sides cheered and cheered for their warriors.

The two of them were galloping at high speed, trying to control their bodies and level their spears, aiming at each other's hearts and bowing their bodies, trying to keep their center of gravity leaning forward, the two horses met for just a short moment, only the hum of metal ping-pong was heard, and the two people struggled to pull the galloping war horse and turned around, threw the spear on the ground, took out their respective weapons and continued to fight together.

The bull shouted on horseback, jumped up and hugged the other knight and fell to the ground, and hit his helmet head with the back of his axe, and the knight picked up his long sword and swept away the bull, shaking his head to quickly regain consciousness, this time it was not light, and the edge of the helmet was slightly deformed under the action of gravity.

"Your Excellency!"

Khloe, who had just disappeared from the group, reappeared beside me and whispered to me, "Nightingale is ready, and will be on the move in a moment." ”

"So fast?"

I looked back in surprise and asked, then stared at the opposite section of the wall with interest: "Then let me have a good look at your earthwork skills!" ”

(End of chapter)