Sir Abel led a group of untrained peasants, most of whom had just sworn allegiance to the Wendell family, except for Sir His' own fifty knights of the Inner Palace. The Germanic people have never been ruled by the Roman Empire, this is because of their courage and good warfare, but it has also caused it not to accept the advanced civilization of Rome, so their nobility still has a strong tribal nature, even if Sir Ebel is the first heir of the Duke of Mason, but before he officially became a duke, there are few knights who seek his refuge, which also causes Sir Abel in addition to the nobility of his status, in the important military strength is not as good as the Count of Lauzitz, and he is only supported by like-minded partners.

"Sir, please wait a moment and let the soldiers cut down more stakes." Arold rode his furry horse after Sir Abel who was at the forefront, and he suggested to Sir Ebel.

"What do you do with cutting stumps?" Sir Able rode on his warhorse, wore his usual mixture of chain mail and plate armor, and wore his own bottle helmet adorned with unicorns on his head, so he spoke with an urn.

"That's right, Marcos, a mercenary of our family, told me that archers in his homeland would stick sharpened stakes into the ground to defend against enemy cavalry, which I think might be useful in the fight against the Saxons." Arold genuinely wants to help Sir Able achieve victory, and since he has been on the ship, his personal life and family interests are tied to Sir Abel.

But when he saw the army led by Sir Abel, he felt a little broken, except for Sir Abel's personal knights in the inner palace who wore chain mail and iron helmets, most of the peasant soldiers who made up this team were poorly armed and lacked clothes and helmets, and he saw that there were shirtless serfs among them, I really don't know how these soldiers were recruited, and those who do not wear armor on the battlefield and those who wear armor will have completely different psychology when fighting, fortunately, General Ralph was sent by Duke Mason to help Sir Able lead the army, Otherwise, these people would have deserted without seeing the enemy.

"Really?" Sir Able asked with some curiosity, as the son of a duke, although he had received an elite knightly education and possessed a rare personal charisma, he had neither the experience of General Ralph nor the knowledge of Arrod that had transcended thousands of years.

"Yes, it definitely works, trust me." Arold is very calm on the surface, but he is a little uneasy in his heart, whether the so-called Marcos's hometown longbowmen have appeared on the stage of history at this time, he has no score in his heart, but the combination of sharp stakes and longbows has defeated the history of the elite knights of France, Arold knows the way, and it is unknown whether he will cause a butterfly effect by advancing this tactic a hundred years without authorization.

"Well, well, let's let the light infantry go and cut down some big trees, and set up camp for a day on the march." Sir Able tightened the reins of his horse under his crotch, and a valet stepped forward to take Sir Aebel's heavy helmet and helped him alight.

"It's Lord Sir." Arold hurriedly replied that after the Wendell family pledged allegiance to Sir Ebel, because Sir Wendell and Abel were equal in title, he could only let his eldest son become the Knight of the Inner House of Abel, and Arold became Abel's personal attendant.

"By the way, give those ales of your house to the knights, and I'll pay double the price." Ser Able instructed Arold to go out into the shade of a grove to avoid the sun, and it was not pleasant to be exposed to the sun in a mixture of chain mail and plate armor.

"Good sir." The ales that Arold bought from the bazaar were intended to make a fortune, so during the raids on Cliff County, they were also loaded on horse-drawn wagons as his own baggage belts, and in the Middle Ages wars were often a time-consuming affair, and the logistical baggage had to be transported by himself if he did not plunder it from the enemy, and the rudimentary lotus canopy wagons creaked and were pushed by servants on the dirt roads, and the wagons were loaded with hard bread, bacon, and live fowl.

"It's too hot, it's nice to have wine." The knights of the inner palace laughed, took off the stuffy helmet on their heads, pried open the barrel of ale wine with their own swords, and then scooped the wine with their helmets and drank it in a big gulp, and the peasants and soldiers sitting around them were envious, but they knew that these good things had nothing to do with them, and picked up the dry and hard pieces of meat in their arms and chewed them in their mouths.

"Ha Luha, my brother, you are so shrewd that these wines can be bought up by these knights at once." After Yves stepped forward and drank a large glass, he patted Arold on the shoulder and praised it.

"Two more barrels to be distributed among the infantrymen." Arold looked at the parched peasants, their heads bowed, their rough fingers holding pitchforks and spears, their eyes numb and blank, how could such soldiers fight and win.

"What? You are crazy. Yve's eyes widened and he shouted, those ales were bought with real money and his own money, and he had to distribute them to these peasants and soldiers who had nothing to do with his own family.

"Yes, we need these people to serve, so we can't just use whips." Arrod was unhappy with the attitude of these medieval nobles towards human beings, but this was the custom of the Germanic people, and all people were born unequal, which was God's arrangement, just as the nobles of a hundred years later still believed, "Because I am noble in blood, I am noble." ”

"Okay, okay, I really don't know what you're thinking?" Seeing Arrod's serious look, Yves knew that he was iron-hearted, shrugged his shoulders and ignored it, anyway, the money he made was enough.

"Xie Lu, Master Xie." Each peasant soldier was able to get only a little bit of ale, but they slammed their mouths to Arod and thanked him heartily, and each of the more than nine hundred people could only get moistened lips, but it made them feel much more energetic, and they were excited that they could drink the same wine as the knights.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Just as Arold was rejoicing at the high morale of his troops, his trouble also came, and several knights in chain mail and swords came up angrily and scolded him.

"What's wrong? Gentlemen. Arrod's brow furrowed, he didn't know how he provoked these knights, but for safety he quietly lowered his hand to his waist, where was the position of his sword.

"For what are you giving the wine to the lowly soldiers?" A knight with a smock painted with a twin towers crossed his waist and shouted at Arrod, who recognized the knight's name as Stan, a knight of Sir Ebel's Inner Palace.

"Any questions?" Arold couldn't understand why these knights were so angry when they shared their own wine.

"Of course there is a problem, this is the wine that the noble knights drink, how can you give it to the lowly soldiers, this is an insult to the blood of the knights, but also to your own bloodline." Stan was indignant at Arrod's blank face, how could such a person who was not conscious of the noble honor of a knight become a squire, and it was indeed a hillbilly nobleman from the countryside.

"Oh, it's the same wine, why you can't drink it, I don't think there's any difference between you and these soldiers." Arold figured out that he had inadvertently touched the sensitive nerves of the knights, but he didn't intend to admit his mistake, and he came from the idea of equality in the 21st century, and he didn't look down on these guys who despised others because they were born well.

"What did you say?" The knights were stunned by Arrod's words, their eyes widened and their mouths were wide open, as if they had heard something rebellious, and the soldiers around them also stirred, they could instinctively feel that Arold was different from the other arrogant knights, but the difference was indescribable.

"Isn't it? We are here today to take up arms and gather under the banner of Lord Abel to fight in his name, and all men, on horseback and on foot, are not we all the same? Or is it that you are actually working for someone else? Arold had a smile on his face as he raised the name of Sir Abel, a sophistry that made the knights shudder, and they felt that there was something wrong but could not say it.

"Of course not, my sword is only for my sovereign, Lord Ebel." Stan was flushed with excitement, of course he couldn't say no, because that would be a betrayal of his oath and allegiance, so he could only be dumb and bitter about eating Coptis chinensis.

"So what else do you have to accuse me of?" Arrod humbly bent down and asked Knight Stan.

"You, okay, huh." Stan stretched out his hand and pointed at Arold but couldn't say a word, turned away angrily, and the other knights had to follow stupidly, but the surrounding infantry looked at Arold with admiration.

"Whew, what a nuisance." Arrod breathed a sigh of relief, and warned himself in his heart not to provoke these privileged classes anymore, although he would warn himself like this every time, but every time he couldn't help but feel uneasy, his character had never changed.

"What a mouthful, my brother." When Arold wanted to go and see how the soldiers were cutting down the stumps, when he turned around, there was a big tree beside him, and Eff was lying under the tree, holding a horn cup and his sword beside him, and said to Arold with a smile.

"Huh." Arrod smiled faintly, but his heart couldn't help but warm, it seems that Yves has been hiding here for a long time, if those knights embarrass themselves, he will definitely use his sword to fight for his family members, this is the reason why he can survive in this era.