The eyes and demeanor of the knights were the fear of Arrod's so-called witchcraft, Arold understood after a little thought, he walked in front of Sir Abel without justification, and stood up after saluting the knight, Sir Abel was also a little puzzled in his heart, he also thought like General Ralph that Arold would use fire to force back the knights of the Earl of Berengar, but he did not expect a strange black smoke to rise from the ground, and the knights shrouded in the black smoke staggered as if they had been enchanted, although the knights of the Earl of Berengal were enemies, But if the Holy See knew that his men were using witchcraft against Christian knights, then things would be extremely bad.

"Arrod, we are servants of the Lord, warriors blessed by Christ, I need to know if you are using evil sorcery, or what tactics?" Sir Able remembered the benefits of Arrod's rescue on several occasions, and his words both repelled the doubts of the people and left room for Arold.

"Lord Sir, this is exactly what I saw in the books left by the ancient Romans, and it has nothing to do with witchcraft at all, and my Wendell family is also a baptized knightly family, how can there be such a thing as witchcraft?" Arold hurriedly explained, he didn't expect that an ordinary smoke and fire tactic would make these ignorant medieval nobles think that they were using witchcraft, if they were like the old Mr. Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms, they would not have to kneel and shout God to appear? Unable to do so, Arrod had no choice but to move out of ancient Rome.

"Oh, it turned out to be the tactics of the ancient Romans, no wonder." When the knights of the inner palace heard this, they suddenly realized that the ancient Romans must have this miraculous ability, and they couldn't help but feel sorry for Arrod for burning the so-called ancient Roman book.

"Well, it's really the tactics of the ancient Romans, Arold must tell us in advance next time, otherwise it's really scary." Sir Abel also smiled, in fact, as long as there was a reasonable explanation, he had no intention of embarrassing Arrod, and the reason why he asked so solemnly was just to appease his knights in the inner palace.

"Hmph, any ancient Roman tactics are all crooked." Knight Stan clenched his fists, he watched Arrod perform his feats, and his own favorite knight as Sir Ebel's knight in the inner palace was eclipsed, and the jealous anger burned in his chest, and he decided that he must make a great contribution for everyone to see.

"The Earl of Berengarh halted the attack for the time being, but no one knew when they would attack, and the knights immediately returned to their respective positions to lead the soldiers to defend them, General Ralph and Arold remained, and the others dispersed." Sir Abel left Arold and General Ralph to discuss how to break through the army of the Count of Beringar and return to Göttingenshire, although the attack of the Count of Beringar was temporarily contained, but the Count placed the army at the exit of Sir Aebel's army, intending to besiege them like a siege.

"We can't stay here all the time, what should we do if the Count of Berengaard is just besieging and not attacking, waiting for the Duke of Saxony's army to come?" General Ralph frowned, the soldiers under the Count of Berengar were so strong that he did not expect them, especially the knights in chain mail attacked the light infantry like chopping vegetables, and the spears of the light infantry could not give a fatal blow to the chain mail knights.

"Well, Sir Abel I have a question?" Arold also knew the tension of the situation at this time, his expression also became serious, the slow and steady attack of the chainmail knights was like a heavy tank to destroy the ancient decay, without more powerful weapons could not resist these knights, no wonder the number of knights has become the vane of the strength of the princes and nobles.

"Say it, Arrod." Sir Abel slapped the wooden table with the palm of his hand, and in his opinion Arold had the most ideas, and there was always a way to follow him wherever things got to him, and I really don't know how Arold's head grew.

"Why don't we use a crossbow, if we have a crossbow, we can easily defeat the knights, and what is the knight's armor afraid of under the power of the crossbow?" Arold thought it was strange, he thought that there was no such thing as a bow and crossbow in this era, but in the court of Duke Mason, he clearly saw a small coarse crossbow hanging from the decoration of the fireplace, and if this mechanical elastic crossbow was used, it could easily pierce the knight's chain mail.

They won't have to worry about it.

"Well, Arold is like this, the Holy See once issued an order forbidding the use of bows and crossbows among Christians, especially against knights." Sir Able said with a wry smile on his face, he didn't know that the crossbow was the best weapon against knights, but this kind of weapon could not be used casually to fight on weekdays, and if he was sued by the Roman king, his reputation would be affected.

"Is that why? But Rome is thousands of miles away from us, not to mention that the Holy See doesn't have time to care about these things all day. "After such a period of tempering, Arold has long known that these nobles often say one thing and do another, although the Holy See is powerful, but it is impossible to manage everything, the private wars between the nobles on the continent of Europa, the national wars between kingdoms, and the lord wars between principalities are innumerable, are they all good babies who abide by the rules?

"Actually, cough, we don't have the blueprints for the manufacture of this powerful weapon, Duke Mason once sent someone to the Italian city-state to buy the blueprint of the crossbow, but it was rejected by those hateful Italians, by the way, this matter is a military secret in the court, Arrod, don't make a public announcement." General Ralph put his fist next to his mouth and pretended to cough, and quietly looked around to see that there were no outsiders around before whispering to Arrod.

"Oh?" Arrod listened to his eyes and rolled without saying a word, he could draw a design drawing of a bow and crossbow, this thing was a very difficult technique for these ancients, but in his opinion, it was just a matter of hand, but he was just questioned about witchcraft by the knights, if he suddenly offered this kind of technique monopolized by the Italians at this time, he would really be at a loss, it is better to wait until he returns to the Duchy of Mason, and find a parchment painting and say that it was stolen from the Italian city-state, and he can sell it for a good price.

"It seems that we can only organize the knights to force a breakthrough of the enemy's defenses." Sir Able rested his elbows on the wooden table and said with a helpless frown.

"If tactics are used, it is better to use the unexpected of the enemy, otherwise we may suffer a great loss if the Count of Berengal is prepared." Arold thought about it and felt that the Earl of Berengarh was a cautious general, and he had a strong military force, but after seeing his own defensive line of trenches and pointed stakes, he only released some of the town militia and knights to carry out a tentative attack.

In Sir Ebel's tent, General Revel and Arold pondered and did not think of any tactics, the night gradually darkened, and the night fell on the land again, only to leave many corpses of Sir Berengarbeth's soldiers in the sharp stakes and trenches on the banks of the river, and the cry sounded on the battlefield, many of the soldiers of the Earl of Berengal fought with their families, so many women and old people in long skirts shuttled between the battlefields to look at the corpses, hoping to find their relatives, The warring parties were well aware of the situation, and they did not interfere, but simply stood at their posts.

"Oh God, I hope my son is okay." An old woman with gray hair, wrapped in a turban, bent over the pile of corpses, had joined the army with her son, and had joined the army as a logistical servant, and today her son, who was an apprentice in the Hamburg Crafts Guild, was wearing leather armor and carrying a long-handled weapon as the first group of soldiers to attack the riverbank, but she did not expect to be gone like many others, and several of her fellow villagers came back with wounds and told her that her son had fallen in the Mason trench, If she hadn't found it before the cold wind rose in the middle of the night, she would have survived, so the old woman hurriedly crawled between the Masons' trenches to find her son.

"Water, give me water, it's okay." From both sides of the trench sounded a faint voice, it was the wailing of people who were not yet dead, these people were seriously injured and could not live, but they were still conscious before they died, and the old woman's own ability was limited, she could not help these people, so she could only continue to search ruthlessly.

"Mother." Suddenly, as if a miracle of God had happened, the old woman heard the call of her son, she hurriedly followed the sound to look for it, and saw her son under a pile of sharp stakes showing half of his body, his body seemed to be pressed by the sharp stakes, her son's face was bleeding, and his forehead was swollen with a large bag, which should have fainted after being hit by a stone.

"Quick, my child, thank the Lord and Christ." The old woman happily stepped forward and took her son's hand and pulled him out of the dirt, and the mother's strength was infinite, and a grown man with the weight of leather armor was pulled out from under the pointed stake.

"Phew, hoo, let's go, if we are found by the Masons." The old woman's son struggled to leave, and in the darkness of the night the Masons would kill a living enemy, and it was one thing to collect the corpse and save the person, and in this day and age, unless the noble knights could have the right to ransom their lives, and if others were caught or killed, or if their possessions and personal liberty were to be taken on them, they would become the spoils of the victors.

"Answer, answer, answer~~~~." At this moment the gate of the Mason's camp suddenly opened, and a group of knights rushed out of the door in the darkness of the night, following the path between the pointed stakes and the trench, and looked in the direction of the Count of Belengar, and the old woman and her son hurriedly hid under several corpses, lying on the ground and not daring to move.