Emperor Otto didn't seem to care about his own Duke's mood, and immediately after the Duke of Franconia left, he called my name, yes, my Randy Adrian Hoffman's name!

That feeling was like a fatal death that I couldn't get rid of when death came, which instantly made my hairs stand on end all over my body, and my brain entered a blank state of zero load.

"It seems that the fate of sending me to death is certain, just say that it's not so good for me to stay in the Chinese army, damn God!"

As my body mechanically moved towards His Majesty, a line of words flashed in my mind like an LED screen, and it was a nasty red font, which made people shudder.

"Did you call me, Your Majesty?"

I clenched my right hand into a fist and gave a military salute against my chest, His Majesty's attention was still on observing the enemy's formation, and I simply touched the edge of my helmet and nodded, which was considered a return salute.

"Apparently yes, Count Nijmegen, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me, would you?"

Emperor Otto beckoned me to follow him closely, urging his horse to take two steps forward in order to broaden his vision, the combined forces of Normandy and Italy had basically finished their formation, the trumpeter was playing a scale representing some kind of order to adjust the formation, His Majesty pointed to the two pikemen phalanx of the Italian rebels rushing forward, and the soldiers who were densely arranged together stood in place like newborn poplars, forming an impermeable wood.

"See those two phalanx of pikemen that are clearly protruding? It's quite possible that the enemy commander deliberately placed the bait there to lure us into launching a reckless attack, like a suckling pig roasted in front of your eyes, stuffed with deadly poison, no one will resist the temptation of good food, and besides, they are still free, and they may pay a terrible price in the end that you will regret, but if you don't dare to try, then we are the girls who ride with their legs between their legs, you know? ”

"I need you to lead the knights of the headquarters to disperse them from the front, as easily as tearing off the delicate corset of a girl's buds, rest assured, these two or three hundred weak pikemen will not be able to withstand the impact of the German elite knights, they will collapse like cheese on fire!"

That's right! After the rush of the swarm, we will not be able to re-charge in our formation, and it is very likely that the Normandy heavy cavalry who are waiting on the side will find an opportunity to expose their flanks and pierce their ribs, as Your Majesty said, like cheese on fire, but it is clear that that will be our end.

"Uh...... Your Majesty, don't you fear in the slightest that the Normans might penetrate my flanks? After all, they are not spectators, and they will definitely seize the opportunity to make a move. ”

I thought about it for a long time, and I was careful with my words, for fear of touching His Majesty's scales, and the gains outweighed the losses would be dismantled by him in a hurry.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, do you have any contingency plans, or are you ...... What you're waiting for is the Normandy heavy cavalry to move their ground? ”

Needless to guess, I must have been used as cheap bait again, and His Majesty the Emperor wanted to be the yellow finch behind the cicada mantis.

"Carry out your orders, Earl, you have no right to question the orders of the feudal lord."

His Majesty the Emperor didn't even look at me, and a light rejection of my petty protest was as easy as killing a fly that buzzed in his ear.

"Don't worry, I promise you'll come back alive, of course, if you take care of yourself......"

I took the order of His Majesty the Emperor, and returned to my own team to be responsible for conveying it, and the knights did not have any resentment or excessive reaction when they heard the news, as I imagined, and everyone seemed to have long been determined to bury their bones in a foreign land, and one by one, with the help of the attendants, they tightened the lock on the saddle, put on their helmets, picked up their sharpened spears, and silently prepared to attack.

Now it's my turn to be stunned there, for the first time I feel the emotion and surging passion from the bottom of my heart when I watched the main theme movie when I was a child, in front of these nameless heroes, I really feel the insignificance of my soul.

Maybe in the belief that they have been instilled since childhood, loyal to their own feudal king, even in the face of enemies several times their own, they must not hesitate to move forward bravely and obtain their own glory, if someone does not agree with them to fight for their own glory, these knights will even put down the shelf to beg others not to take away the hard-won opportunity, death is really not a big deal in comparison, what they really care about is whether they can die like a man.

Thinking of this, I suddenly opened my mouth, and for the first time in my short life of more than 20 years, the soul that was impregnated by the big dye vat of society was tortured by conscience:

What have I learned after living so long?

Is it the selfishness of people who are not for themselves, and who are destroyed by heaven and earth?

Is there an honor to rush on, and there is a job to shrink back to compete for fame and fortune?

Is it a clever cleverness who only says half a sentence in everything, and cheats behind my back?

These knights in front of me wearing helmets and resolute eyes taught me that although they are all armed thugs who claim to be God, and they do not do bad things such as stealing chickens and dogs, killing people and setting fires on weekdays, but at the last moment, they can calmly choose death, and in this respect alone, they are purer and cleaner than many people who are despicable to the bone, at least they do what they say, dare to love and hate.

Putting on my helmet, the arm guard in the middle of my eyes obstructed my vision, and the tip of the spear in my hand was so heavy that it took me a great deal of effort to lean it on my shoulder, I rode in front, behind me the knights, who were very disciplined and automatically lined up in two rows, and the soldiers on both sides flashed to make way for us, and soon came to the open space in front of the whole German phalanx.

None of them spoke, as if they were all thinking about their hearts, about the people they couldn't forget and the things they couldn't quit, only the crisp sound of the horses stepping on the ground and the iron rings on the chain mail hitting each other.

I bowed my head in silence, sad to find that in my heart, there was no lover who could sustenance feelings, there were three girls flashing in my mind, and when I reached out to grab it, it ended up being an empty dream.

Forming my formation, I nodded to His Majesty the Emperor in the distance, who made a gesture of encouragement, and I withdrew my gaze and looked around at the unfamiliar faces in front of me, and suddenly wanted to say something, just like the heroic protagonists in the movie, who gave inspirational speeches before the Armageddon.

"Warriors, draw your sharpened swords, take off your richly decorated helmets, and pray earnestly to the great and merciful Father before the final battle."

I tried to put on a resolute expression, racking my brains to piece together the flowery rhetoric that I thought was passable, at least this group of country knights who had never heard even the troubadour's crappy yellow court secrets, especially the clerk who had caught a glimpse of His Majesty the Emperor out of the corner of his eye, seemed to notice that he was writing down something here, and the opportunity to live for a hundred years came, so I felt that the time had come to show off my level of rhetoric in elementary school composition.

After saying this, I dismounted from my horse, took off my helmet and put it under my armpit, drew my sword hanging from my waist, and plunged it into the ground in front of me, bowing my head in a pretended reverence, letting the oncoming breeze artificially mess up the long hair on my forehead, and pretending to pray in the direction of God.

If those noble girls who are pregnant with spring were present at this moment, I think my handsome and dashing image will become the topic of tireless talk in German women's circles for decades to come, the standard medieval heartthrob.

The knights dismounted from their horses as I moved, and as they did, they plunged their swords into the dirt, drew crosses on their chests with their heads bowed, and stroked the family tokens they carried, or the trinkets of certain lovers that brought good luck, seemed to me nothing more than a kind of psychological suggestion of self-reminder, a feudal superstition that was obviously harmful, and specially coaxed these simple-minded and well-limbed fools.

At that time, the wind was blowing, like a giant hand stroking time, sweeping over the sparkling armor, and the whole scene had a kind of wind and cold killing, everyone felt infected by the general environment, and stared at me in the center of the stage.

"Most Holy and Supreme God, the most merciful Father in the universe, we are here to pray to you, with a humble and small heart, to listen to the voice of your most pious warrior and to spread your divine luster on our shoulders to help us defeat the mighty enemy before us."

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, for thine kingdom, and power, and glory are thee forever, Amen!" After praying, I solemnly drew a cross on my chest.

"Amen!"

The knights seemed to be inspired by my prayers, and they all closed their eyes and read words, like the young pioneers who took the oath for the first time.

Putting on my helmet and retracting my sword from its scabbard, I rolled over my horse and urged the trotting to patrol the knights with death-defying expressions on their faces, and couldn't help shouting, almost using the strength of my dantian:

"God's most loyal warriors, Germany's bravest warriors, we are very honored to be given the task of attacking the enemy's phalanx first, this is a high honor bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor, it is time for our family to obtain the glory that we have longed for, we crave glory like a snowwolf longs for the warm blood of its prey!"

"Allow me to say this: even if the enemy in front of us is invincible, even if the spear and sword in our hands cannot slaughter more Italian slag, even if there is an abyss and cliff in front of me, I feel very honored to be able to fight side by side with you and to leave my head in the midst of my comrades! God bless Germany! ”

"God bless Germany!"

The knights were completely reminded by my heartfelt pre-war declaration, evoking the most primitive killing in their hearts**, the berserker-like round eyes were full of bloodshots, and even the war horses under their crotches were impatient to scrape the ground with their hooves, hoping to fight with their masters.

(End of chapter)