The morning dew dripped on the tips of the grass, but this originally peaceful morning was broken by the golden iron horse, on the bank of a winding river, the two armies confronted each other hundreds of paces away, in the center of the two armies confronted several nobles on horseback seemed to be negotiating, the nobles at the head were followed by attendants waving their respective family flags.

"Lord Count Berengar, I have long heard of your great name, and your bravery has spread throughout the Empire."

"Hehe, it's all your compliment, Sir Abel."

The Earl of Berengal and Sir Abel were the two men who negotiated here, the Count of Berengal wore an open helmet that must be unmasked, his canine beak helmet was usually used in battle, and he wore chain mail, which was covered with a yellow and red coat of arms with a large key pattern, and his crotch saddle was exquisitely made, and was inlaid with many precious stones and the like, and the horse carrying the earl was carefully raised in the knights' stables on the manor houses in Hamburgshire. Just by the appearance of this body, you can see that it is the style of the great nobles.

And Sir Able has long known that the negotiation between Sir Abel and the Earl is not only to redeem the dozens of knights who have fallen to him, but also a battlefield to compete with the other party in the aristocratic style, but Sir Abel in order to carry out the plan to flank the Duke of Saxony and move forward lightly, most of his luggage and belongings are kept in Duke Mason's place, and the body is also wearing ordinary chain mail used in the war, and the war horse under the crotch is only brought casually, so the comparison is not lagging behind, the young man is already competitive, Hence Sir Able's face was a little displeased.

"Let me discuss the exchange of captured knights." The Earl of Berengar, seeing that he was superior to Sir Abel in the Instrument Manners, was secretly complacent, so he directly stated the purpose of the negotiation.

"Hmph, how is the Earl going to exchange?" Sir Able sat on his horse, looked at the smug look of the Earl of Berengarh, and looked beyond the Earl to the army behind him, it was really out of disadvantage wherever he looked at it, and Sir couldn't help but feel upset when he thought of this.

"How about a one-for-two." The Earl of Berengarh smiled and said to Sir Able with the pretense of a victor.

"What? One for two, have you drunk too much today, Lord Earl? Sir Able laughed angrily, and he turned his head to General Ralph behind him and smiled.

"The Earl must be joking with you." General Ralph smiled and catered to Sir Ebel, the Earl of Berengar wanted to ransom all his fifty captured knights, what a good calculation.

"I'm not kidding, as long as you agree, I'll make way for you and your knights to return to your territory after exchanging knights, how about it." The Earl of Berengarh turned the head of his horse under his crotch, dodged to the side, and gracefully stretched out his right hand to Sir Abel.

"Just me and my knights, but what about my soldiers?" Sir Ebel's brow furrowed, is the Earl of Berengar going to do anything to make himself lose the will to fight?

"Only you and your knights, and the others will pay the price for the invasion of the Duke of Saxony's domain, grant my request, Lord Sir Able, this is a retreat with honor." The Count of Berengar touched the two beards under his lips, which were stroked whenever the Count was proud, and his victory was beyond doubt in the Count's eyes.

"Nonsense, what's the difference between this and surrender?" At this moment, Arrod, who was holding a flag on the side, stepped forward and said, he was wearing leather armor and holding a flag, which was not noticeable, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the eyes of the Count of Belengar swept over.

"Hmm, is this your squire?" The Earl of Berengar was amazed at how a flag-bearing squire could interject while the big men were negotiating, but Sir Able did not stop him, looking like a lieutenant of the knights.

"This is Sir Wendell's second son, my personal attendant, and Roman military expert, and my strategic advisor Arrod." Sir Able tilted his head and stared at the Count of Berengar in front of him, with a smug smile on his handsome face, and added many titles in front of Arrod's name, Roman military expert, strategic advisor, a retinue with such a title, isn't it also a way to show the nobility?

"Roman military experts? Strategic consultant? The Earl of Berengarh looked at the young squire beside Sir Abel and couldn't help laughing, "Is Sir Abel joking?" But the joke is boring. ”

"Don't believe me? The fortifications of the trenches and pointed stakes in front of you, and the knights who defeated you, were all carried out according to Arrod's plan, and of course the night attack was done by my knights. "Sir Abel didn't want to lose face at this time, and he desperately carried Arold out, just to let the Earl of Berengarh know that his men are capable people, don't underestimate me.

"Hmm, I see?" The Earl of Berengar's eyes narrowed, he looked Arrod up and down, looking at the ruddy-faced young squire in front of him, except for the well-proportioned body, there was nothing strange about it, and Arold saw the Count of Berengal looking at him, and smiled at the Earl, his face was calm and his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and he did not see the crampedness of the great nobles at all, which made the Count of Berengal a little surprised.

"If you want to exchange prisoners of war, you have to be one-on-one, how do you reply to Lord Earl?" Sir Able took the opportunity to ask the Earl of Berengar.

"No, one for two, otherwise everything will not be discussed." The Earl of Berengarh would not have been intimidated by Sir Ebel's false intimidation, and a little hairy boy was actually called a Roman military expert, and he really regarded himself, the master of Hamburg, the monarch of two hundred knights, as a fool? The military fortifications and the strategy of defeating his knights must have been the work of the Norse general behind Sir Abel, but he pretended to be a small squire to confuse himself, and he bluntly rejected Sir Abel's suggestion.

"It seems that we did not agree." Sir Able sighed, and it seemed that the Earl of Berengarh did not believe what he was saying.

"Hmph, then we can only let God judge on the battlefield." The Count of Berengar turned his horse, his yellow velvet cloak fluttering in the wind, and he returned to his army to represent the breakdown of negotiations between the two sides, and the soldiers prepared their weapons, and a fierce battle was inevitable.

"Arrode, it seems, the Count doesn't believe you in the slightest, is there any way you can teach this cunning wolf a lesson?" Sir Abel shook his head, turned his horse's head and walked back, and said to Arold as he passed the pointed stakes and trenches.

"It's still the old way, the fortifications and the soldiers of the Count of Berengal, but to change the order of attack slightly." Arold thought for a moment, and he looked at the wagon, which had been pushed forward as an obstacle in the camp, and several servants were struggling to push the heavy carriage forward, its round wheels pressed deep into the dirt.

"Oh? What's the solution? Sir Able turned from his horse and asked Arold curiously.

"Divide the light infantry into three groups, each of which takes turns to resist the enemy's attack, and when one group is tired, the other group is replaced, and the heavy infantry, composed of knights, is left behind as a reserve."

"Take turns attacking, I've never heard of this method of warfare, is this also in ancient Roman tactics?" Sir Able asked curiously.

"Goo~~, sort of, this formation has a name called wheel battle, but to complete the command, the commander needs to have a very strong commanding force, otherwise once the rhythm is disrupted, I am afraid it will cause the collapse of the entire front." Arold stretched out the fingers of his right hand and pointed at Sir Abel and said.

"Understood, I'll personally supervise the battle." Sir Able knew that only when the commander was on the front line with the soldiers could the soldiers fight with peace of mind and not fear that they would be abandoned.

"Well, I will let the trumpeter of the division match the code with you, I will observe the enemy's movements at a high point, and when you hear the code, you will exchange the ranks of soldiers, and at the same time ask General Ralph to prepare a doctor and water for the retreating soldiers to rest and heal." Arold scavenged out as much as possible the military knowledge left in his mind in his previous life, this is already at the moment of life and death, the Earl of Berengal must have thought that he had captured half of Sir Ebel's knights in the inner palace, which greatly reduced the strength of Sir Abel's army, at this time, this hungry wolf will not let them go, and will definitely carry out a full-scale attack, and Arold can only carefully calculate the amount of enemy and enemy force to effectively invest, and use the narrow terrain to deal with it, Fortunately, there were many military theories and knowledge at this time, and these nobles did not know as much as they did.

"Woo, woo~~~." Just as everything was arranged, there was a trumpet sound on the opposite side, and I saw the soldiers of the Count of Berengar lined up in a rectangular queue of five columns, they took a few steps forward with their weapons, and then stopped advancing, and saw several people with bare heads and monk's robes coming out of the procession, they walked to the front of the queue and held the cross high, and marched slowly from the left to the right, muttering something to themselves, and the soldiers of the Count of Berengar knelt on one knee in front of the monks, Prayed for his fate devoutly, this process lasted for more than half an hour, and bought Arold a lot of time, just after the monks blessed the soldiers of the Count of Berengar, the lieutenant of the Count of Berengal, wearing chain mail and iron helmets, rode on a war horse, brandished a sharp sword in his hand, and pointed in the direction of Sir Abel's army, and suddenly there was an earth-shattering cry among the infantry, everyone neighed and roared with all their might, and they charged forward with their weapons held high.