Sir Able's words caused controversy among Sir Abel's subordinates, and for the sake of prudence, Sir Able gathered the knights together in his tent to ask for their opinions, but this not only did not have the effect of brainstorming, but instead divided the knights into two factions, insisting on the implementation of the plan and changing the plan, the two sides quarreled in the tent, Sir Abel's tent was almost overturned by the sound of bickering on both sides, and the low-ranking soldiers gathered outside the tent and waited nervously for the nobles' decision.

"We can't take Mrs. Clay's words, they must be lying." Knight Stan shouted loudly, and he vented his frustration with Arold on Mrs. Clay, but many knights nodded in agreement, and they stood behind Stan in chain mail and family heraldic robes, and the swords at their waists clanged as they exchanged ears.

"But if they really came to warn us, it was not the Duke of Saxony who was waiting for us, but a well-set trap, and the hunter who hunted would become the prey." The older knight made a pertinent proposal to Sir Ebel, which was also approved by some of the knights of the Inner Palace, and the two sides were at a stalemate.

"General Ralph, what about your proposal?" Sir Able sat behind the wooden table, he was now neatly draped, his fine chain mail was worn on his body, and the leather belt inlaid with precious stones was tightly tied around his waist, and with his handsome countenance, he was really a heroic nobleman, but at this time the knight looked at the two knights who were arguing with a sad face, and his heart did not have the pride of the time when he set out, and if he really said to Mrs. Clay, then the failure of the plan would have dealt a great blow to his prestige, Therefore, his heart is more inclined to the plans of the Stan Knight. But reason told him that he had a thousand lives in his hands at this time, and if he made a wrong step, he was deeply afraid that the team handed over to him by his father, Duke Mason, would be buried here without reinforcements, and he felt a dilemma in his heart.

"Your Excellency, this is a message from Madame Clay to Arrod, why don't you listen to his advice?" Standing upright, dressed in a leather-encrusted armor and with a sword at his waist, General Kréf stood beside Sir Able, and he had a full view of everything in the tent, and as a general of the Duke's court, he was best qualified to advise on the current situation, but the troubled Nordic nobleman blamed it all on Arrod.

"That's right, let Arold in, I'll listen to his advice." Sir Ebel's eyes lit up, how could he have forgotten this Zhiduoxing, yes, this squire who can do magic can always solve problems, and if he is satisfied, he will definitely give a satisfactory solution.

"Your Excellency, you called me?" Arold was actually standing outside the tent, as Sir Abel's personal attendant, he was always outside waiting for Sir Aebel's orders, and after Sir Abel's summons came out of the tent, he hurriedly lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in.

"Yes, Arold, do you think Madame Clay's words can be trusted?" Sir Able was not polite, he stood up, his arms propped up on the wooden table, and leaned forward with a handsome face with an expectant look.

"My lord, I think this matter should be a major matter for the knights to discuss, how can I involve a squire who has not been awarded." Knight Stan stepped forward and said disgruntled to Sir Able.

"Knight Stan is not right in what you say, as a superior person, you should listen to advice extensively, this is a virtue in itself, but why are you preventing it, is it a personal revenge?" As soon as Stanknight's words landed, Sir Wendell immediately stood up and retorted, as his own family, of course, he had to provide support at a critical moment.

"That's right, Knight Stan, do you have any grievances against my brother?" Yves also stepped forward with a shy stomach, almost sticking to the Stan Knight, and the burly body gave the Stan Knight invisible pressure, forcing the Stan Knight to take a step back unconsciously.

"It doesn't hurt to let Arrod talk about it." Sir Able waved his hand and said to Stan Knight with some dissatisfaction, and Stan Knight had no choice but to retreat.

"My lords, it doesn't matter to us to check the truth of the news brought by the Kleif Knights, we only need to stay for a few days to find out if it is true or not." After bowing to Sir Abel, Arold straightened up and looked around at the knights in the tent, and said to them slowly, neither humbly nor arrogantly, that Arold had not been timid about these knights who had thanked themselves well.

"What? Stay, that's how. The knights exclaimed in some confusion, some shook their heads and some nodded, but before they could react, Arold continued.

"That's right, as long as we stop, the situation won't get worse, if there are really pursuers, we can deal with it calmly, and if not, we can take the opportunity to take a break."

"Well, that's a good idea, it's too dangerous to be attacked on the march, but we don't have much rations, and the quartermaster told me that it might run out before we reach Dagotingen, and we can't let the soldiers go hungry to fight." Sir Able stretched out his hand and touched his minibus, his brow furrowed and he thought, whether ancient or modern, it is impossible to win a big battle without supplies, Sir Able watched Arold express his doubts.

"What does it matter, let me lead a few people to a nearby village to collect some grain and grass." Knight Stan said nonchalantly, although he thought that Mrs. Clay was lying, but he also felt a faint worry in his heart, the reason why he was stubborn was actually just a gamble, if Sir Abel was really defeated by the Duke of Saxony's pursuers, then he didn't have to think about continuing to follow Sir to win a future and honor.

"No, you can't." Arold hurried to stop him without Sir Abel's permission, and at this time he could not care less about humility.

"For what?" Knight Stan blushed and pointed his finger at Arrod, staring at him with wide eyes, if Arrod could not give a satisfactory answer, then he would punish Arold for disrespecting the knight anyway.

"We are in enemy territory, and now those lords are still neutral, if we loot on a large scale, it will definitely anger these native-born lords, and don't forget that the terrain here is completely unfamiliar to us, and if they make trouble, it will be against us." Arold's biggest headache is in the medieval war, unless the two sides of the war are fighting at home, there is no map, even if there is a very rough drawing of forests, rivers and castles, this kind of freehand painting like a primary school student has no use for the war at all, so everyone is completely relying on light cavalry reconnaissance paths, or relying on the leadership of the locals, fortunately, there is no nationalist idea in this era, as long as the price is right, someone will generally lead the way.

"That's right, we can't make too many enemies, but food always has to be solved." Sir Able felt that Arrod's words were very correct, so he didn't care about Arrod's rudeness, Sir Abel nodded, thinking that Arold's words were a cliché, but the real problem is that the soldiers of the army want to eat, and the soldiers are not knights who can rely on idealism, and the soldiers who have no food can mutini at any time, so Sir Abel wants to be really forced, and sometimes robbing is also a way to solve the problem, although it is detrimental to his honor, But it's better than being defeated.

"I learned from my occasional conversations with the captured Kreef knights that there is a river that is rich in fish and mussels, and that we can move our camp to the vicinity of the river and rely on the fish and mussels in the river to solve our food problems." Arold explained to Sir Abel.

"Oh, that's a good idea, there are always more fish than elk, so let's do it." Sir Able's brow furrowed, and he let out a slight sigh of relief, but then turned his head curiously and asked Arrod, "Can I eat a mussel?" ”

"Well, of course." Arold wondered why Sir Abel had asked such a question, did these Germans not know that they threw the mussels into the bonfire and cooked them to eat?

In fact, Arold really doesn't know the way, the European food culture is very simple, and because of religious reasons, many things are not allowed to eat, sometimes retain a stupid superstitious idea, so they often have to take poultry and the like on the road when they fight, and poultry in addition to the meat on the body can be eaten, any heart and liver sausage will be thrown away as garbage, completely do not know how to use rationally, and the Chinese do not have this waste tradition at all, any animal parts can be cooked into food to fill the stomach.

"So you can eat it too." When Sir Able led his army to the river mentioned by Arrod, and after Arold pulled a mussel from the mud and sand of the river, and threw it into the campfire to cook it, Sir Able frowned and tried the tender flesh of the mussel, and immediately showed a look of pleasure on his face, and he became the first nobleman to eat a mussel in the Middle Ages.

"How does it taste good, but unfortunately there is no seasoning, by the way, I also saw that there are river crabs, those guys holding tongs can also eat, throw them into the tongs pot and cook them with water, and they can be eaten." Arold also got himself a small river mussel, the medieval pollution-free river mussel tasted good, although it was slightly fishy, but it was still full of freshness.

"Ha Luha, you guy is really a smart star." Sir Able licked his index finger with a mouthful of juice from his mouth, and said to Arold with admiration and teasing.