The Count of Berengar clutched the reins of his horse, and on his head he wore a sleek, bright canine-like helmet with a canine-like beak with a hinged hinge between the masks, and he was wearing the chain mail that most knights had handed down, and a velvet cloak from the Italian city-states fluttered behind him, and he was followed by the squire knights and the knights of the Inner Palace, who rode their horses around their crotch and galloped wildly along the muddy paths of Cliffshire. The peasants working in the fields on both sides of the road looked at this army like a torrent of steel, and if it were not for the banner of the Count of Berengar, they would have fled in all directions.

"Lord Earl, the remaining nobles in Cliff Castle have brought you a message that those abominable Masons are fleeing in the direction of the border." A cavalryman wearing a wide-brimmed dome helmet galloped to the Count of Belengal from the front on his crotch horse.

"They must not be allowed to flee into Göttingenshire, the Duke of Mason's army has already invaded Göttingenshire, and if they are allowed to merge the matter, it will be troublesome, and they must be dealt with in Krefschre." The Earl of Berengarh pulled off the hinges of his canine mask to reveal the inside of his helmet, and he raised his right hand with a four-fingered chainmail glove and pointed forward in command.

"Yes, my lord, the Masons are not familiar with the terrain here, and we will take a shortcut to find out where they are going." The knights of the Earl of Berengarh tapped their shields and made a pampa sound to signify their acceptance of the Count's orders.

The knights of the Count of Berengar, with their spears in their units, scattered at the intersection of the road, agreeing to light fireworks if anyone spotted the Masons, so that others would know the location of the road. The Earl of Berengar led elite soldiers, as the lord of the wealthy county of Hamburg, his county was full of cities, in addition to the knights armed with chain mail, the infantry were mostly from the city's guild apprentices and craftsmen, these people themselves were richer than the peasants in the countryside, wearing leather armor or cotton armor sewn with linen filled with wool, and holding sharp iron weapons, which was why the Earl of Berengal was confident in destroying Sir Abel's army.

"What's that?" One of Sir Able's soldiers stood guard at the edge of the river and the marsh, and in front of him was a line of defense formed by stakes in the ground, and in front of the stakes was a shallow trench dug by the servants, which was scattered across the front of the camp, and formed such a gully except in the direction of the swamp, which was said to have been a ploy provided by Arrod, whom Sir Abel called the star of wisdom.

"Burn the smoke." One of the knights of the Earl of Berengar led his squires to the river in Crevshire, and the horses under his crotch screamed through the tired gray ashes, and the sweat covered the manes of the horses, and the knight wanted to let his horses drink some water from the river, but at this moment he unexpectedly found the camp of the Masons, and the knight quickly unveiled his mask and turned his head to order his squire.

Soon a bonfire was lit in broad daylight, and the squire poured the manure of the knight's horse under his crotch on it, and the burning horse manure formed a thick black smoke rising into the sky, and both sides found this signal, and Sir Ebel's soldiers hurriedly turned and ran towards the knight's tent, while the men of the Earl of Berengar gradually gathered up and came straight towards this side.

"Lord Sir, the knight's banner of the Duke of Saxony's vassals was found outside the camp." Sir Ary's soldiers reported to Abel that the knights in the tent looked at Abel and Arold beside him, and after Sir Abel praised Arold as a wise star, most of them understood that Jazz valued Arold, although some knights would be very unconvinced, but at this moment when their lives were hanging by a thread, they still hoped that Arold could have more ideas to defeat the enemy.

"Oh, is the Duke of Saxony here?" Sir Able's brow furrowed, his hands clenched involuntarily, and a slight cold sweat broke out in his palms, the Duke of Saxony was a difficult figure for his own father to deal with.

"We just have to defend according to the plan, the natural barrier formed by the river and the swamp, and the pointed stakes and trenches that we have added, this is a castle built by God himself, and if we defend the castle, unless it is ten times our enemy, the victory will be ours." Arold saw the nervousness of everyone, and the atmosphere in the tent was a little depressing, and he hurriedly said comforting.

"Yes, it's much easier to defend." The knights, including Sir Ebel, breathed a sigh of relief, for the defense system that Arold had commanded the light infantry to build over the course of a few days was a stroke of genius, using a natural swamp as a buffer to slow down the enemy's advance, arranging archers to shoot on the shore of the swamp, and digging a large number of trenches and inserting sharp wooden stakes on the side where there was no swamp, the complex structure of which even experienced knights in war were astonished.

"Hmph, I don't think this kind of sharp stakes and trenches are useless, the enemy just needs to send people to bypass them, and see there is still a road between the trenches, is that specially prepared for the enemy?" Knight Stan sneered and said disdainfully, he was right, the trench was dug in sections, and there was a narrow road between the trenches, and the soldiers didn't feel anything to pass through on weekdays, but if there was a battle, the enemy would also follow the path.

"But if you want to bypass, the enemy's formation will change and lengthen, and many of the trenches built by Arold are still vertically defended on both sides, so it looks like when the enemy attacks the belly of our camp, the strength has been almost exhausted, Arold, where did you learn this kind of fortification." After listening to the words of Knight Stan, General Ralph told his observations of the past few days, and at the same time was curious about the unpredictable knowledge of Arrod, not forgetting that Arold was only a young squire.

"Oh, that's right, when I was very young, I used to read a copy of the Roman military system left by my family, and they had this defense on it." Arold listened to General Ralph's words and felt weak, how to explain this knowledge of fortifications, I can't say that the boss I learned this from a kind of computer network in later generations, but he had an idea to push everything on the heads of the Romans.

"What Roman military system?" Not only General Ralph was shocked, but the other knights, including Sir Able, shouted in surprise.

"Where is that book now?" Sir Able's voice trembled a little, and he stood up from behind the wooden table, and asked Arold excitedly.

Although the Roman Empire was destroyed at the hands of the Germanic peoples, the glorious and powerful civilization of the empire brought infinite influence to these barbarians, just as the Tang Empire of the East had a profound influence on East Asian countries. The Roman military system and military wisdom were wiped out after hundreds of years of catastrophe, and it was an impossible task to restore them, but the occasional Roman military wisdom flowing from the walls was enough to make the barbarian aristocracy of the Middle Ages worship them as gods.

"Well, I accidentally fell into the fireplace and burned it once, right, father." The biggest flaw in Arold's lie is that Sir Wendell says that he is completely ignorant of this, then this lie cannot be justified.

"Well, that's the thing." Fortunately, Sir Wendell just gave Arold a strange look, and then nodded to Sir Able.

"Hey, what a shame." Sir Able's face was a little pale, and he sat down in his chair in disappointment, and then a rosy flush appeared on his face, for he thought that if this was what Arold had learned from the books left by the Romans, what fear would he have if the Duke of Saxony himself had come to attack.

"Great, as long as we follow the way of the Romans, we will definitely win." Not only did Sir Able feel his confidence soar, but even the other knights said to each other with joy.

"Woo, woo~~~~." At that moment from outside the camp came the sound of a low trumpet, and the army of the Count of Berengar gathered and appeared near the riverbank, and in the midst of the multicolored pennants, a square flag stood taller than all the flags, and the flag was embroidered with the coat of arms of a large key, which was the family flag of the Count of Berengar.

"Fortunately, it wasn't the Duke of Saxony himself who attacked." Seeing the key flag, Sir Ebel, who was familiar with the aristocratic heraldic culture, immediately recognized that it was the family flag of the Count of Berengar, a vassal of the Duke of Saxony, but the subsequent appearance of the Earl of Berengar's three hundred knights and well-equipped infantry made Sir Ebel's heart begin to waver, wondering if he could really hold it?

"What are the Masons doing? What a hell of a life. "The Count of Berengar saw from his dog's mouth helmet that the Masons had dug a ravine in front of him, and there were pointed wooden stakes diagonally inserted in the ravines, and behind the pointed wooden stakes were arranged infantry and knights, and the commander of the banner in the camp should be a relative of the Duke of Mason to personally lead the troops, because there was a white guardrail pattern above the flag of the Duke of Mason's family, which meant that he was the eldest son of the Duke of Mason, could it be that the first heir of the Duke of Mason was here, and the Earl of Belengar was very happy when he thought of this, It would be a great achievement to be able to capture the heir of Duke Mason.

"Lord Earl, the terrain here is not suitable for knights to charge, do you want to use archers?" The adjutant of the Count of Berengarh stepped forward and suggested to the Count.

"No? Send infantry to attack first, don't let the arrows go easily, I'm going to catch them alive. The Earl of Berengarh commanded his lieutenant from his helmet, fearing that the arrow would not injure Sir Able, and that his merit would be at least diminished.