The castle of the Duke of Saxony is located between the mountains, a castle built by the top stonemasons of the entire empire, although it is not huge, but it has many stone turrets, arrow towers, narrow and winding stairs, and there is a narrow doorway at the entrance of each floor, if the enemy attacks the castle, as long as these small doorways are guarded, it has the function of being a man and a man, and the main building palace inside the castle is a fortress that combines residence and defense, The top of the battlements and the windows on each floor can be used as shooting holes for archers, looking down on every corner of the castle.

"Open the gates." The guards of the castle saw a group of knights coming up from the foot of the hill, riding horses and waving banners, and the guards quickly saw that it was the banner of the Duke of Saxony, and they hurriedly opened the gates for their masters, and the iron-pillar fence gates were pulled up with the croaking of chains.

"Welcome back to the master." Two attendants, dressed in square robes representing the coat of arms of the Duke of Saxony, trotted over and led the horse and helped the Duke of Saxony down.

"Is everything okay in the castle?" The Duke of Saxony casually said to a noble lady waiting in the cloister, who wore a white gauze hat, and although the years had left marks on her face, it was evident that she must have been a beautiful woman in her youth.

"It's all good, it's all right." The noblewoman had a different accent from the Duke of Saxony, and it is no wonder that she was a princess from the Duchy of Burgundy and behaved as elegantly as Burgundian wine.

"What about His Majesty the Emperor?" The Duke of Saxony said to his wife as he walked, their footsteps echoing through the cloister into the palace, outwardly clad in solid rock, but inside it was built with the most luxurious wooden furniture and craftsmanship from Milan, with smooth marble black-and-white checkerboard floors, brown furniture scented with wood, plaster statues placed at the corners of the wooden staircase, mostly from ancient Rome, At the junction of the gate and the staircase there are squires dressed in colorful costumes and royal guards armed with spears.

"His Majesty the Emperor has gone hunting, and only His Royal Highness Prince Otto is in the study." The Duchess of Saxony whispered, but even so, in the empty and quiet palace, it was amplified by the reflection of the echo.

"Uncle, you're back." Suddenly, a crisp voice came from overhead, a young man with long blond hair and a little curly hair lying on the gap in the railing of the wooden staircase, looking excitedly at the Duke of Saxony, and the Duke of Saxony raised his head and smiled on his face that had been serious because of the march and war all the year round.

"Your Highness." The Duke of Saxony turned his face up, but he bent over, which was very funny.

The boy didn't care about this, he ran down the stairs in the wind, and then hugged the Duke of Saxony, this intimate gesture did not surprise the people around him, the Duchess of Saxony just smiled and looked at them, the boy wore a green woolen cardigan, trousers were yellow fine wool tight trousers, and the pointed tips of his shoes dragged on the ground.

"Tell me about this battle, did you win it?" The boy was the son of Henry the Bird Catcher, His Royal Highness Prince Otto, but because he was still a minor, he still lived in the castle of the Duke of Saxony, and was in fact raised by the Duchess of Saxony and his wife.

"Didn't win, my Highness, I had a draw with Duke Mason, and we reconciled." The Duke of Saxony was dragged by Prince Otto and walked upstairs to the study, where Prince Otto liked to stay the most.

"It's a pity, I've deduced it with Sir Bunier, and we agreed that you would win, both in terms of the number of vassals and the number of knights." Prince Otto pushed open a cedar door carved with pillars and knights, who held swords and shields as if guarding behind the door.

"Your Highness." In this study sat several monks and a nobleman in an ostrich-feathered hat, who saw the Duke of Saxony and Prince Otto enter, and quickly stood up and saluted the two distinguished men.

"What are you doing?" The Duke of Saxony knew these people, the so-called royal advisors collected by Prince Otto, and unlike his father Henry, who loved canaries, the young prince liked to find people he thought interesting to act as his advisers and retinue.

"We are rehearsing the war between you and Duke Mason, of course, if we are fortunate enough to receive the guidance of Lord Duke in person, I believe this deduction will be closer to reality." A balding monk said respectfully to the Duke of Saxony.

"Hmph, children's toys." The Duke of Saxony snorted lightly, his brow furrowed, and he thought that war could only be understood by fighting the enemy face to face, and what was the use of such a monk's deduction in a fortified castle, but Prince Otto was so happy that he could only slander it in his heart.

In the middle of the room, which was full of books, there was a large table, on which the map was the Duke's fiefdom of Kréf and Göttingen, on which were the statues of knights and infantrymen representing the forces of both sides, and as if they were a pre-military meeting, two midshipmen placed parchment on the writing table, on which they kept recording the plans of the attack.

"How? We've come up with a couple of offensive tactics, but I always feel that something is wrong. Prince Otto moved away from the pile of books and sat on it himself, his nose straight, his chin pointed and slender, his eyes full of life, he held his chin and frowned, looking at the map on the table.

"That's because my troops were here at the time, and Duke Mason's was here." The Duke of Saxony sighed, he felt that he was too doting on this little prince, he walked to the table in a few steps and stretched out his hand to pick up the soldier above and put it in his real place, and the prince's advisors around him all came over, and even Prince Otto stretched his neck.

"Then, do you want to send your main force to attack Duke Mason first, as far as I know, you have more medium and heavy infantry than them." Prince Otto sat on the stack of books and said happily that even if he was so old and had never been on the battlefield, he knew that the weapons and equipment of soldiers determined the outcome of the victory.

"That's right, but we chose to confront each other, because Duke Mason has more people than me, and I can't use all my soldiers in one battle." The Duke of Saxony nodded, satisfied with the little prince's military basics, and what he lacked was experience on the battlefield.

"So you're both waiting for each other to show their weaknesses?" Prince Otto's eyes sparkled, and he jumped down from the stack of books, and walked a few steps to the map, which was very rudimentary and only roughly depicted the woods, castles, rivers, and paths, and was written without coordinates, but even so it was extremely precious among the kingdoms.

"That's right, it was the Duke of Mason who struck first, and he divided his men into three parts, the main force confronting me, while the other two divided their forces into the two counties where I had no garrison, and I had not yet discovered it." The Duke of Saxony took the statues of two soldiers of the Duke of Mason and placed them in his two counties, indicating that the other party had invaded his territory.

"And then? Did you notice? Prince Otto's eyes widened nervously, and he bit his lip as if he were fighting.

"God forbid, of course, I detected his attempt to divide his forces from the number of campfires in Duke Mason's camp." The Duke of Saxony smiled at Prince Otto, then picked up his two statues and moved them towards the enemy, and with his movements, the advisors seemed to see two teams that were supposed to be surprise attacks, but instead encountered each other, and it became a fierce battle outside the main battlefield.

"Oh, so you should have won." Prince Otto breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that with the strength of the Duke of Saxony, these vassals who divided the army would definitely die miserably, but the Duke of Saxony shook his head.

"I've only won one battle." The Duke of Saxony picked up his chess piece and knocked down the chess piece of Count Lauzitz, while the chess piece on the other side was won by Duke Mason's men, which puzzled the surrounding advisors, maybe they were not aware of the rapid changes on the battlefield, but they knew very well the strength of Duke Mason, and what generals Duke Mason had under him who could fight well, and the Masons who invaded Krefshire should not have the ability to defeat the Duke of Saxony.

"The Count of Berengar has failed?" Prince Otto knew the Earl, who was known as the Hungry Wolf, and was as impressed by his bravery as he was a hero.

"Who defeated the Count of Berengal?" At this time, the nobleman wearing the ostrich feather hat, Sir Bunier asked curiously, as the only nobleman in the prince's advisory group with experience in war, his speech was not abrupt at all.

"Sir Able, Duke Mason's heir." The Duke of Saxony played with the infantry sculpture representing Sir Abel with his fingers, but he was thinking about the miserable appearance of the Count of Berengaard lying in the castle with a bandage on his face and a pale face.

"Could it be that they brought a large number of knights, otherwise the Count of Berengar would not have been able to defeat them." Prince Otto confidently analyzed.

"No, Your Highness, the Earl of Belengal has far outnumbered Sir Abel in the number of knights, but he has been defeated by a tactic that he has never had before, a defensive system of infantry and trenches." Even the Duke of Saxony couldn't believe what he said, after all, the dominance of knights on the battlefield was not a day or two, but a hundred years, and few people were able to win a big victory without equal knights.

"Incredible." The words of the Duke of Saxony shocked Prince Otto no less than himself, and the man who was able to come up with such a tactic by means of infantry and a position made of trenches to defeat the Count of Berengar must have been very peculiar and interesting.