A pennant representing the nobility fluttered at the front of the procession, and the banner depicted a standing lion with a sword in his right paw and two hind legs standing in a double-strand blue rope. Sir Wendell rode his horse in high spirits, his eldest son Eves followed in full armor, and the second son Arold rode his own long-haired strange horse, he was curiously looking at his family flag, usually a family flag represents the nobleman's interpretation and origin of his family, the same is true of the Wendell family flag, the monotonous color shows its long history, the lion represents a brave family that produced warriors, and the blue double-strand rope under the lion's feet represents its importance and loyalty to the family.

The whole team marched in columns, and the mercenary Marcos was responsible for organizing these inexperienced farmers, which the nobles would not normally be responsible for, but Arold was not a man of his time, and he was tired of following his taciturn father and triumphant Eve, so he slowed down the speed of the horse under his crotch, in fact, this strange horse was not a fast runner, and walked like a dog.

"Mr. Jodo, do you have a good cough?" Arold saw that Chodo, who was known as a coward, was walking in the middle of the team with his head down, this person who had entered the age of the sixtieth century left his daughter to join the team and went to the unknown battlefield This is something Arold could not understand, but seeing Leila's simple house, he seemed to think that maybe Jodo did not want his daughter to continue to live a poor life, so he wanted to try his luck on the battlefield, so he took the initiative to come forward and say hello.

"Much better." Jodo looked strangely at Arrod, who was riding on a horse that was not much taller, and the people around him were because of Hough. The prayer of the abbot Hannis was relatively high, and when he saw the lord's youngest son, he cast curious glances.

"That's good, if you need anything, you can come to me." Arold nodded and said to Jodo, in his opinion, it is very common to take care of a person who is old and has to go to war, but he forgot that in this era, there is an unbridgeable gap between nobles and serfs, and the people around him looked at him suspiciously when they heard Arold's words, and unconsciously distanced themselves from old Jodo, sometimes the special care of nobles is not a good thing.

"Then thank you." Qiao Duo smiled bitterly and looked at Arrod, who didn't know what to pay attention to, and just when Arold was about to say something, suddenly there was a sound of horses' hooves in front of him, and the rapid sound of horses' hooves broke people's peace.

"What's going on?" Yves asked in a loud voice, coming from the woods ahead was a scout they had sent, a freelance farmer with his own horse, which was used as a ploughing ox during normal times, but could be used as a mount for light cavalry in battle.

"My lord, it's not good, there are nobles fighting in front of them, they are facing each other across the Danube, if we were to be regarded as enemies in the past at this time." The freelancer sat on his horse, wiped the sweat from his face, and said to Sir Wendell and Eve.

"Private war, who and whom?" Sir Wendell is not surprised that the nobles fought privately, throughout the European continent, the feudal nobles often launched private wars for their own interests, and the frequency of private wars depended entirely on whether their masters could control the situation, but today's private wars were really unfortunate to stand in the way of their own marches.

"I don't know the road, I only know that one side of the road is wearing a blue and white checkered flag, and the other side is a flag with a white wave in the middle of a red background." As a yeoman farmer, this farmer didn't know any aristocratic coats of arms, and it was good that he could describe the pattern of the banner clearly, and reading through the coats of arms of the nobles on the mainland was the work of the nobles.

"It's impossible to have a blue-and-white fish scale lattice, it's not the flag of the Duke of Bavaria, if that's it, it's definitely on a large scale." Yves' eyes widened and he shouted.

"Not necessarily, this is Oberbyonheinrich. Feng. Lord Rodheim's domain, his family flag is also blue and white fish scale checkered, so his family often proudly calls himself the Duke of Little Bavaria. The experienced Sir Wendell shook his head.

"Let's go and see." Sir Wendell agreed, and Sir Wendell agreed, Yves suggested, and Arrod, who had never seen nobles at war, followed, his somewhat nervous palms sweating and his throat dry, finally about to see the fabled medieval wars in Europe.

The group was ordered to stop, and Sir Wendell and his sons followed the scouts to the place of the private battle, and as they passed through the grove, they saw a large river in front of them, and above the river was a wooden bridge, and on each side of the wooden bridge were about a hundred men facing each other, they were waving the banners of their respective lords, and they were holding weapons in their hands and cursing each other, but there was no other radical action on either side, two men who were obviously noble lords were standing on the bridge and seemed to be arguing about something, In addition to them, there are many citizens, businessmen, and travelers, dressed as people, gathered around to watch the excitement.

"What's wrong?" Sir Wendell asked a man dressed as a merchant beside him, who looked a little anxious and helpless, and he was followed by several caravans, which should have some goods on them.

"What else is going on, the Earls of Upper Byrne and Lower Byrne are fighting over the toll tax on the bridge." The merchant took off his soft hat in frustration and scratched his almost bald head, as if he had been impatient to wait.

"The bridge belonged to the Rodham family back in the days of my grandfather's grandfather, so I should collect the toll tax on it." Earl Upper Byrne, who was wearing a high-end purple woolen cardigan and a turquoise jade necklace, pointed at the other party angrily and said.

"What? The bridge belonged to the Wittelsbach family in the days of my great-great-great-grandfather, and I even have official written documents. On the other side, the aristocratic earl, dressed in an orange-red cardigan, had a chubby face flushed, and chubby clutched a piece of parchment in his hand, shaking it in front of him.

"It's a forgery, and I can buy a dozen of that stuff anywhere a Jew." The Earl of Upper Byrne didn't eat this, and he jumped to his feet angrily.

"Well, then God will have to decide." The chubby Earl of Lower Byrne had no bad temper at all, and he glared at the other man and said loudly, and when he finished speaking, everyone around him burst into laughter.

"What's wrong?" Arold asked puzzled, how to let God decide, and his heart was full of doubts.

"They will send their best samurai to duel, and the victor will receive all justice." Yves said.

"Duel? Isn't it a private war? Arrod said suspiciously, could it be that two people solved a war? This can make the young man who crossed over from China, which has been fighting tens of thousands of people at every turn in history, stunned.

"Duel is also a way of private warfare, and it is a way that everyone advocates, if it is not necessary, no one will pay a lot of casualties, you must know that the serf lord who dies too much will go bankrupt, Yifu, you must remember this." Sir Wendell explained with rare patience, and lost no time in teaching Iveh the way of lordship.

Araud really saw that the serfs on both sides of the river, most of them were on pitchforks and looked like they didn't care about themselves, only a few swordsmen in leather and iron plate armor, and knights in chain mail were ready to go, and after the two counts broke down, they immediately returned to their ranks, and said something to the knights of the team, and after a while two foot knights came out of the two positions, they wore iron helmets, wore chain mail, and installed whole plate armor on their shoulders and arms, One holds a one-handed sword and a pointed vulture shield with his family coat of arms depicted on it, and the other holds a two-handed broadsword.

The two walked to the middle of the bridge, saluted each other and reported their names, and suddenly the sound of clanging metal collided on the river, as a layman, Arrod only saw the two knights slashing horizontally and vertically, but faintly felt that the competition between the two was not so simple, so he asked Yves, who was watching with relish.

"Okay, I'll explain to you, a rookie, first of all the two knights their starting gestures, and the low posture used by the knight of the Upper Earl of Byrne." Of course, Yves would not let go of this opportunity to show off himself, and pointed at the knights who were dueling.

"It's the so-called deception." Sir Wendell explained.

"Scam?" Arold is even more confused, although the body is Arold, but the soul has already changed people, of course he doesn't understand.

"I have taught you, you must study hard in the future, the so-called deception is to put the tip of the sword to the ground, the long blade to the ground, although it makes the opponent look easier to attack, but it is actually a trap, if the opponent attacks, you can quickly raise the tip of the sword to stab." Sir Wendell patiently explained, fortunately, little Arold himself was absent-minded about practicing martial arts in the past, and now Arold's performance is not very careful.

"Yes, but the other party is also an experienced veteran, he did not attack, but held a shield to protect himself, and his sword position is collectively known as the plow position, that is, the hilt of the sword is placed at the waist position, and the tip of the sword is facing the opponent."

"You look at it like the position of the plough in the farmer's field, so we call it the plough position, and it's a very balanced gesture." Sir Wendell explained carefully.

"That's right."

"I see." In his previous life, Arrod had seen the sword fights of foreigners in movies and television, and it seemed that they all relied on brute force to see who had the most strength to win, but now it seems that this is not the case, there is so much attention to a starting style, after the explanation of his father and brother, he watched the fights of the knights carefully, and he saw that many doorways were coming, and he saw that the stabs and blocking angles of both sides were very particular, as long as he was a little careless, he might fall into the enemy's counterattack and trap.