Like the powerful men of later generations, the nobles also liked to be mavericks, and this penchant was manifested in their clothing and banners, such as blue, purple, yellow, and other bright colors throughout the camp, and the triangular ones with long swallowtails were the flags of the would-be knights, and when they obtained the title, they would cut off the swallowtails and become the knights of the square flag.

In the center of the field, the French knights and the Germanic Abel knights, their attendants behind them are all small square flags, which shows that they are knights with knighthoods, in addition to being a knight with a knighthood, you must also have the recognition of the great nobles, as well as outstanding performance, the real knight with a knighthood either has strength or has a deep background, which makes the French knight on the horse at this time a little hesitant, although it is an invitation from the Count of Lauzitz, but in fact he is no different from a mercenary, The only difference is his title and noble bloodline, but if he has to fight against a local Germanic knight, if something happens, he is likely to be sought revenge in this unfamiliar place, which is not the purpose of his travel.

"Come on, kill him~~~."

"Sir Abel don't throw in the towel." Just when the French knight was in a hurry, many people had gathered on both sides of the field, including many nobles with ribbons, the French knight's brows furrowed, and he suddenly made up his mind as if he raised his hand to put down his mask and put up his horse pistol with force.

That's right, if he retreats at this time, the French knight will pay the stigma of retreating without a fight, which will damage his reputation, as a French knight who is known for his bravery, it is better to kill him, not to mention that if he behaves well, maybe there will be Germanic nobles who appreciate him and recruit and protect him, and it is a big deal to become a private party.

Sir Abel on the opposite side had a calm face, but he didn't have so many ideas, he adjusted his pace, holding the big sword with both hands, and staring at the French knight in front of him, in the confrontation between the two, the French knight knocked his feet lightly on the war horse under his crotch, the war horse reflexively raised his head, raised his hooves and trotted forward, this war horse has undergone special training, he knows how to accelerate at the right distance, and the knight is in the daily uninterrupted training with the war horse, Reflexively, the erected carbine is lowered and aimed at the target.

The French knight's horse was at a distance from Sir Abel's three pistols, and suddenly struggled to raise his hooves and bow his head to charge, and the French knight hurriedly put down the pistol and aimed it at Sir Abel's shoulder, he did not aim at Sir Abel's head or chest, because these are all vital parts, and if they hit, it is inevitable that they will be killed and injured, so the French knight chose the shoulder, where is not the vital part, and there is the protection of the whole shoulder armor.

However, this hesitation of the French knight lost the best opportunity, and I saw Sir Able raise his great sword and make a turning and striking motion, avoiding the French knight's carbine, this beautiful exchange made the people around applaud, and the Count of Lauzitz's face was a little unbearable, and his face became solemn. After the French knight had sprinted for a hundred paces, he slowly stopped tightening the reins of his horse, he turned his horse's head and turned around, the rifle in his hand was unscathed, and the people began to roar at him, and the unbroken pistol was a real humiliation for the knight.

"French knight, where is your carbine aiming, is it the stake next to it, Haluha." The people around them pointed at the French knight and laughed loudly, as if this was not a jousting arena but a place of merriment.

"Damn it." The French knight cursed in his mask, but was quickly drowned out by the noise of the people. Hiding in the crowd is not as optimistic as other Germans, as a soul from the 21st century, he knows the advantages of a knight on horseback through a large number of films, television and game materials, once poked by a knight's carbine, even a knight on foot in armor can not be injured, the inertia and height of the charge make the heavy knight unstoppable without terrain restrictions.

Sure enough, the French knight re-charged, this time without the slightest hesitation, leaned forward, and kicked his legs straight on the stirrups, the carbine was like a sheathed sword, and instantly hit Sir Elb's chest plate, only to hear a loud bang, the head of the carbine was broken and split, and Sir Ebel's body was hit the ground. Sir Sir lay on his back on the ground, his body stirred a groove of mud on the ground, which was caused by the inertia of the impact, Sir Able lay on the ground and flew a few meters away with the great sword in his hand, his squire rushed forward with a pale face, dragged his body aside with great difficulty, and then lifted the mask to reveal a delicate pale face.

"What's wrong with him, is there any injury anywhere?" Arold also ran forward, he admired the courage of the knight to face the French knight, although it was a reckless decision to face the knight on horseback, but the stubbornness of refusing to admit defeat moved Arold, he felt that he should help, maybe his knowledge beyond history could help him.

"My little, little master, he doesn't breathe." The attendant also had a delicate and young face, his face showed an anxious look, his voice was very sharp, it should be because he was too young and had not changed his voice, Arold thought so.

Arold leaned down and put his ear to Sir Abel's mouth and nose, but fortunately it was not as serious as the little squire said, and there was a faint breathing, he opened Sir Abel's eyes again, the pupils of the eyes did not dilate, and Sir must have been in a state of shock under the violent impact.

"What are you doing? Are you a doctor? The little squire knelt beside Sir Abel with tears in his eyes, he did not understand what Arold was doing. But there is a glimmer of expectation in my heart.

"Undo his armor." Arold had not dealt with the situation either, but knowledge beyond history had made him understand that this was Sir Able holding his breath in his chest, and that it would be fine if he was allowed to exhale it, but he would not undo the breastplate, so he had to ask for help to the little squire.

"Little, the little master is dead, it's God's will, it's all my fault, I didn't stop him." The little squire whimpered in his mouth and wiped his face with his sleeve, Arold looked helplessly at the little squire who had lost control, but found that the coat on his body was actually sewn with gold thread embroidery, and a lily was tattooed in the lower left corner of the robe, and I heard Sir Wendell say that it was only used by high-ranking aristocratic families.

"No, he's just unconscious, loosen his breastplate, or he'll really go to God." Arold grabbed the little squire's shoulders and shook him violently, the little squire's shoulders were so thin that he couldn't really see that he was able to drag the heavily armed Sir aside.

The little squire, who came to his senses a little, helped Arold untie the plate armor on Jazz's chest, the plate armor was dented in front because of the violent impact, and it took a little effort to remove it, revealing the chain mail underneath, if it was too late to take the chain mail again, Arold thought about taking off his linen shoulder, folding it into a square and placing it on Jazz's chest, then raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, and smashed it hard.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong~~~." Arold slammed Jazz in the chest with all his might, and the little squire sat on the ground in horror, watching Arold go crazy in amazement.

"Stop, stop, what are you doing? Too bold, do you know what you're doing? From behind Arrold came a loud rebuke from Count Lauzitz, and at that moment Sir Abel coughed in his mouth, his pale face appeared a hint of redness, and his blue eyes opened slightly.

"Fuck off." At Count Lauz's shouting, one of the Count's knights grabbed Arold by the shoulders and tossed him aside.

"Damn." Arold was thrown aside by this powerful knight, and rolled on the ground a few times, before he stood up angrily and patted the dirt on his body, and when he stood up, a group of guards had already surrounded the Earl of Rauzitz and Sir Ebel, I really don't know what the origin of this Sir Abel was, it made the Earl of Rauzitz so nervous, could it be some relative of the Duke's family, Arold thought stupidly when he left.

"Where have you been, Arold? The Duke's general is gathering the group. Sir Wendell saw Arold enter the camp and shouted at him.

"Yes." Arold hurriedly bowed his head and ran towards his father and brother, at this time Eve's had already put on chain mail, and Sir Wendell not only put on chain mail, but also hung plate armor that he usually did not wear in important parts.

"A squad of knights of the Duke of Saxony has invaded our borders, and I have summoned the knights of the Knights on the orders of the Duke of Saxony, and five cavalry spears are needed to drive out these invaders." Duke Mason's general is a middle-aged nobleman with red hair, he was originally a Danish nobleman, because he offended the Danish king, so he fled to the Holy Roman Empire and became a member of the court of Duke Mason.

"Roar~~~." A dozen knights in the camp clenched their fists and waved their roars overhead, they had long been impatient to carry here, and there was nothing more exciting for them than war.

"Yves, what's a riding gun?" Arold asked Ave, who was laughing out loud after yelling.

"Why did you forget that?" Yves frowned and looked at his younger brother strangely, which was the most basic common sense as a military nobleman.

"Oh, because last time, you knew it." Arold hurriedly made an innocent expression, and then pointed to his head.

"Hmph." Yves snorted a little weakly, and then explained to his younger brother, "The cavalry refers to the formation of a knight and his attendants and armed servants, at least five people, ten cavalry spears form a company, five companies or ten companies form a regiment, okay, don't ask nonsense, hurry up and prepare, this time you are included in my cavalry spear." ”