Duke Mason's banquet was a precursor to the army's imminent expedition, and the banquet gathered the powerful vassals and lords under Duke Mason, in addition to attracting these vassals, the family members carried by the lords also stayed in the castle as guests, but in Arrod's opinion, this was simply a hostage to ensure loyalty, but everyone did not say anything, and on the surface it was a very honorable look.

"When the Duke is going to fight the Saxons is really anxious." Since the establishment of the oath to Sir Ebel, the first heir of the Duke of Mason, Yves's mood seems to have improved a lot, he is wearing chain mail, and he is wearing a coat of arms with the coat of arms of the Wendell family, and the boredom of waiting is not only upsetting the Wendell family, but the whole camp is also permeated with this kind of thought, more and more people drink and have fun, and fights and brawls are endless, although not to the extent that the knights participate, but in the long run it will inevitably discourage the army.

"Don't worry about Eve, I saw Sir Able go to the tower, where they should be deployed, and order our men anyway." Sir Wendell happened to be riding back from the castle when he jumped off his horse and heard Yves's grumbling, and spoke to his eldest son.

"Yes, Marcos has always been with our people, by the way, father, is the Duke also in the tower?" Arold sat in the tent, with a piece of parchment in front of him, and a small bottle of precious ink, which he had asked Sir Able to give him, and which was a high-quality item of the age, and on which a ledger was recorded, mainly for the price of the dozens of barrels of ale he had purchased from the bazaar, and the consumption of his own troops.

"Yes, Sir Able was summoned by the Duke, who thought that the Duke was about to give the order to go on an expedition, so he ordered me to come back and organize our armaments, and he would ask the Duke to join his ranks." Sir Wendell pulled his collar and sat on a barrel of ale, he looked at Arrod who was holding a goose feather writing, Arold wrote Arabic numerals, of course people in this era could not understand, but when Sir Wendell asked about the price and quantity of ale, Arold was always able to say it in one bite, so Sir Wendell just frowned and stopped caring about his son, Arold has too much mystery, and Sir sometimes deliberately does not pay attention to it, because he is afraid that his son is tempted by the devil.

"Oh? It seems that this is a temple calculation. Arrod stopped writing and said thoughtfully, Sun Tzu's Art of War said that before a major military operation, the battle maker should lock the door in the temple to carry out a careful plan, which is called temple calculation, although the nobles of the Middle Ages may not have seen Sun Tzu's Art of War, but they also know that military plans must not be revealed, especially the nobles always have various marriage relationships between them.

"You're saying something inexplicable again, I'm going to see the soldiers." Sir Wendell shrugged his shoulders and stood up when he heard Arold's words, the chain mail on his body made a rattling sound, the fine chain mail could protect the knight's body, but he was worried about his son's soul, "Arold put away what you have written, so that no one else can see it." ”

"Well, yes." Reminded by his father, Arold woke up from his contemplation and hurriedly rolled up his parchment and put it in his place.

The tower where the Duke of Mason's family lived in the castle, the most secret chamber in the tower was at the end of the corridor, a stone corridor that only accommodated two people walking side by side, rows of stone pillars divided the wall into sections, at the end of which two sturdy wooden doors as high as two adults were closed, and outside the door two knights were fully armed, wearing chain mail, nose guards, holding a pointed vulture shield in one hand, and a long sword in the other, they stared directly at the corridor with expressionless faces, and anyone who tried to enter through the corridor was in their field of vision, The arguments of the nobles could be heard inside the heavily guarded gates, and the knights were deaf to the principles of chivalry.

"We should concentrate our forces on the Duke of Saxony's lair."

"What about the grain and grass? There is no food and grass for 5,000 men and horses along the way, so should we go hungry and fight? ”

"That's right, we have to be careful, the old lion of the Duke of Saxony is not easy to deal with."

"Coward, coward."

"What do you say? Dare to say it again. ”

Through the gate, in this small council chamber, gathered the most powerful nobles of the duchy, they were Duke Mason and his eldest son, Count Lauzitz and three lords, in the center of the council room placed a rectangular wooden table, one end of the wooden table was the seat of the most noble Duke Mason, and on both sides were the nobles seated. The Duke was flanked by his eldest son, Sir Ebel, on his left hand, and on his right hand was the Count of Lauzitz, indicating their closeness to the Duke, while the Earl of Lauzitz was arguing with the other three lords.

The Duke of Mason looked at a parchment map on the table with a gloomy face, which roughly depicted mountains and rivers, marking the boundary between the territory of the Duke of Mason and the Duke of Saxony, and on the side of the map were placed five small sculptures of wooden figures, a knight on horseback and four soldiers with shield spears, although the sculpture did not depict the faces of the characters, but it can be seen through the movements of the knights and soldiers that they were fighting, and on the territory of the Duke of Saxony on the map, there was a larger knight and two soldiers with shield spears, That represents the strength of the Duke of Saxony, three thousand against five thousand seems to have an advantage over the Duke of Mason, but the Duke of Mason is not happy, because the Saxons have been brave and good at war since ancient times, and their knights are rough and barbaric once they are provoked and very difficult, and most of the Saxon infantry are hunters who live in the forest and are accustomed to blood, while the Duke of Mason can only recruit weak farmers, so although the number is numerous, it should not be taken lightly.

"What do you think, my heir, Able?" Duke Mason, in his hesitation, asked the heir to his left, and when he heard the duke's words, all the nobles stopped arguing, and the council chamber suddenly fell silent.

"My dear father, if we concentrate our forces in numbers than the Duke of Saxony, let us not forget that the territory of the Saxons is full of forests and swamps, and the knights cannot charge at all, while the Saxons are familiar with the terrain." Sir Able leaned forward from his chair and tapped his right index finger on the map of Saxon territory, where a large forest was depicted.

"Oh, the forest is indeed not good for knights, but what if the knights are dismounted?" Duke Mason thought for a moment, as if he were asking Sir Able and as if he were talking to himself.

"It's too dangerous, the field of vision is not wide, and if the knights lose too much, the infantry will definitely run away." One of the lords said worriedly.

"How about that?" Another lord asked.

"Divide the troops." Sir Able looked at the nobles present and said to them.

"Division?"

"That's right, the Duke of Saxony will definitely lead troops to wait on the side close to our border, and his few soldiers will not dare to divide his troops at will, but we are different, we have a lot of people, and after the division of troops, my father's main force will contain the Duke of Saxony, and the other two people will bypass the Duke of Saxony and attack his territory, at that time, the lords and knights of the Duke of Saxony will definitely be shaken, and then we will definitely win by attacking the Duke of Saxony." Sir Able picked up the knight and three infantry sculptures on the map and placed them in front of the Duke of Saxony's troops, and picked up the other two infantry sculptures and walked around behind the Duke of Saxony.

"Good way, this also solves the problem of grain and grass, it is really a shrewd plan." The nobles nodded their heads when they heard this, thinking that this was a simple and feasible plan, and they knew that only the simpler the plan, the easier it was to win.

"Well, that's good." Duke Mason also nodded, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, he was most pleased to have a successor, which was even more gratifying to him than defeating the Duke of Saxony.

"Hehehe, Sir Able is really good at scheming, I don't know how Lu Dao is on the battlefield." Count Lauzitz looked at the scene in front of him with a smile, his heart became more and more annoyed, his limelight was robbed by this little white face, he led the army to work desperately, but Sir Abel just moved his mouth to win the favor of the duke, who made the family the son of the duke, thinking of this, he couldn't help but sarcastically say.

"You're right, Lord Count Lauzitz." Sir Able was keenly aware of the displeasure of the Earl of Lauszitz, who had always been left by his father on every expedition before, but this time he wanted to lead the army himself, and reported to the Duke of Mason through the words of the Earl of Lausitz, "Father, please give me the command of a division of troops." ”

"What? Are you going in person? No need, I'll send someone else, you just stay with me. Duke Mason didn't want his heir to risk it, and he shook his head and rejected his son's suggestion.

"Please let me go, this plan is my proposal, and if I don't personally command what the other nobles will think of me, my prestige will plummet." Sir Able stood up and pleaded with Duke Mason again.

"This~~." Duke Mason hesitated, he looked at the other lords, and thought that if his son could not establish enough prestige, he would probably not be able to subdue these unruly nobles after his death, and how to make them re-establish the oath of allegiance.

"That's right, Lord Duke, Lord Abel is a very good knight, and even the smallest lion has to learn to hunt by himself." The other nobles were very fond of Sir Able, and they felt that the heir should be allowed to participate in the battle to see if he was capable enough to protect their position and rights.

"Well, I declare that Abel you lead the troops on the left flank, Count Lauzitz leads the troops on the right flank, and the other lords will go out with me, and this time you must make that old bastard of the Duke of Saxony taste the bitterness, I swear in the name of God." Duke Mason saw that everyone agreed, and announced loudly.