The Duke of Saxony was said to be a brave warrior, and when he learned that the Duke of Mason had summoned his vassals to gather his forces, he decided to preemptively order his knights to attack the other party's territory, looking for a suitable place to fight and showing off his strength. However, the Duke of Mason, although much older than the Duke of Saxony, did not intend to sit idly by, and ordered his court general to organize a small cavalry of knights to resolutely fight back against the Duke of Saxony's provocations.

In the dense forest path, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, the weapons collided with each other and made a crisp sound, from time to time the coughing sound of people came out, and the birds and beasts in the forest were frightened and quickly scurried among the bushes, but no one paid attention to these small animals that usually beat their teeth.

"It's worthy of ancient times, and the environment is really good." With the sword of Woodlow pinned to his waist and a piece of leather armor, most of the leather armor in the Middle Ages was sewn from cow skin and repeatedly tanned with a binder made of dung, which produced leather armor that was very tough, but also stenched, and even then Arold had nothing to complain about, as most of the other lancers around his brother Yves were dressed in linen.

"Be quiet, Arrod, and stay close to me." Ifs rode on a warhorse, wearing chain mail made of iron rings, a barreled iron helmet without any ornamentation, a pointed shield with the family coat of arms on his back, no weapons in his hands, but a firm grip on the reins of his horse, and his spear was held on the shoulder by his younger brother, Arold, and the top of the pistol was decorated with a triangular blue banner except for the sharp head.

"Yes." Arold replied with a somewhat frustrated head, there was no way that he had to hold his weapon as Yve's squire, and it was his duty to quickly hand over the appropriate weapon to the knight during the battle, while the other armed servants held their own weapons and guarded the knight as the center, preventing the opposing infantry from approaching the knight and taking action to hurt the knight's thigh and the horse.

In order to maintain their physical strength, the knights tried not to carry weapons before the battle, and the weapons were carried by their own attendants and armed servants, and the most intimate squires usually carried a cavalry lance, and the small banner on it represented a cavalry lance, so according to Arold's observation, this was a knight-centered military organization.

De, de, de~~~~, when Arold and his party walked out of the dense jungle, two light cavalry riding horses with bows on their backs appeared in front of them, and their uniforms were the coat of arms of the court general Ralph, a fire-breathing black dragon, although in Arrod's opinion, the black dragon was more like a lizard, and I saw the light cavalry hurriedly driving their horses to Ralph's side.

"What's wrong? What's the news? The burly Ralph frowned, leaning forward slightly, his body was also wearing chain mail made of iron rings, the chain mail was a bright red coat on the outside, and the number coat also had his own family crest pattern on the coat, but this adult's financial resources were relatively stress-free, and his chest, shoulders, arms and thighs were covered with a whole piece of plate armor, and even the head of his war horse also wore a piece of iron armor with a character mask to protect the head of his war horse.

"The Duke of Saxony's men are ransacking the village, and we can even hear the screams of the peasants and see thick black smoke." The scouting hussar pointed ahead and said to his master.

"Oh, how many of them are there?" Ralph's brow furrowed, and he straightened up on his horse and asked his men.

"About fifty people." The Scout Cavalry immediately reported to Ralph.

"How many knights?" Ralph's face changed, his cheeks appeared a little red, Western Europeans were fair-skinned, and when they were emotional, their faces would appear rosy red, and it was estimated that Ralph felt that the enemy had too many people, and there were less than thirty people on his side, and the number of people in the era of cold weapons often determined victory or defeat.

"The knight's lance is not clear, there are about ten of them." The scout cavalry paused, and said in a slurred manner, in fact, they can't be blamed, the reconnaissance in this era is completely done by human eyes, and they also have to worry about the danger of being discovered by the enemy, and the scouts who are generally caught are either tortured or directly executed, and the risk factor is extremely high.

"Idiot." Ralph angrily knocked the scout cavalry off his horse with a furious punch, his rough temper often caused him trouble, which was the fundamental reason why he was expelled from the Danish court, but Ralph was indeed a nobleman with rich war experience, he knew that without the leadership of knights, the rabble was definitely not his opponent, but if the enemy did his best, then his mission might be in vain, and Duke Mason, whose territory had been lost, would no longer trust his ability, which was unacceptable to Ralph under the fence.

"General, maybe there are not as many enemies as we thought, why don't I lead my men down to test them." Yves kicked his horse and walked over to Ralph and suggested.

"Oh, Yves Knight, would you like to be a striker?" Ralph saw that Yve's tone was a little more relaxed, and indeed if anyone was willing to provoke those damned Saxons, then he could observe the true strength of the enemy from the sidelines, and he nodded in agreement when he thought of this.

"Yves, is this decision of yours too reckless?" Arold panted and followed behind him with his pistol, this time he had been incorporated into the rifle as a foot squire, so that he could not even ride the long-haired horse, but could only run behind Yves.

"Ha Luha, the knight should take a risk, didn't you just see General Ralph look the other way at us?" Yve's nonchalant Ha Da said with a smile.

"I saw the sympathetic looks of the other knights." Arold muttered to himself, but since he had already set up a "military order" in front of the general, if he couldn't complete it, he would probably be punished, so he had no choice but to follow Yve.

Yves led Arold and his four armed servants, who were discovered by the enemy as soon as they appeared at the entrance of the village, and the Saxon knights did not expect anyone to attack them at this time, they thought that with the prestige of their monarch, the men of the Duke of Mason must have cowered in the castle, and let their men burn and plunder in the countryside, but they did not expect that anyone would dare to come and send them to death.

"How many of them are there?" The Saxon knight at the head was dressed in a combination of chain mail and plate armor, the armor was polished by his squire, and his helmet was like two small doors, which closed like doors when fighting, and opened to reveal his face on weekdays, the tip of which was like an inverted horn. The knight's name was Defoni, a distant relative of the Duke of Saxony, with the title of baron, which was matched by the fact that he owned many estates and estates, and was a very wealthy baron.

This time the Duke of Saxony and the Duke of Mason went to war, he volunteered to recruit soldiers and several partners who were also knights to join, in addition to wanting to gain the favor of the Duke of Saxony, more importantly, he was tired of the same life and prayers in the manor, as a knight he longed for blood and fighting in his heart, so he was sent by the Duke of Saxony as a vanguard, leading his own cavalry to attack the Duke of Mason's territory. When he entered the territory with his soldiers, the village elders had already intended to cooperate fully with the young knight, and were even prepared to make several young village girls sacrifice. But Baron Dufany did not accept the elder's bribe, he drew his sword and pierced the old man, and then ordered his sergeants to throw torches on the roof of the village, and the thatched roof instantly burst into flames, and the villagers screamed in horror, and Dufoni said to his satisfied subordinates that this was the war I wanted.

"Five people." His soldiers reported to the baron.

"What? It's only five people, are they crazy? Baron Dufany listened to the report of his men, and he pushed his men away, and walked to the height, and sure enough, he saw a knight and five retinues walking towards him, which was a puzzled situation.

"Lord Baron, could it be a trap for the enemy?" A knight suggested to Baron Dufone.

"Hmm, what should I do then?" Baron Defoney, though he had heroic ambitions, had not really experienced war, so he asked his private party.

"We sent people to get rid of them, and we have more people than them anyway." The knights who were kept in the manor by Baron Defoni said one after another, they could see that Yves and the others were in rags, and even if there were knights on horseback, they would not get much ransom if they won the battle, so it was better to leave the drudgery to their sergeants.

"Well, that's it, you see how many people are appropriate." Baron Defoni likes to enjoy the process of war, of course, it is others who shed blood, and as for how to arrange the troops, it is not for a pampered nobleman like him to consider.

"Ten people are enough."

"No, there is a knight among them, and according to tradition and custom, twenty should be sent." The knights argued, and Baron Dufone looked helplessly at the knights who were sheltered by him, and these knights quarreled together except boasting to each other.

"Send fifteen." Baron Dufany compromised and ordered his men.

"Lord Baron is wise." As the saying goes, the cannibals have a short mouth, and the knights repeatedly touted the smug Baron Defoni, who smiled and humbly accepted the sycophants of the private parties.

"Sergeant forward~~." Although Baron Dufone had no combat experience, the sergeants he hired were well trained, and the sergeants immediately marched forward in two columns with spears and pointed shields, and one of the oldest sergeants shouted slogans, in which they gradually approached Arrod and the others.