"Haha Yves held his stomach and laughed tears welled up, he bent over and couldn't stand up for a long time, while Arold sat on the ale barrel beside the tent with a depressed face.

"I don't know what the other party means by offering a sword." Arold frowned and muttered quietly, losing a dozen pairs of armor and war horses for nothing is no less than losing a lottery ticket worth more than 100,000 yuan.

"It would be a great loss to spare the Kreif's knights, but Arrod's use of light infantry to resist the knights' attack this time is indeed a great achievement, and it must have left a good impression in Sir Ebel's heart, which is also a good thing." Ser Wendell opened the tent and walked out of it, as surprised as the others at Arrod's ability to defeat Knight Crane, but Arold had been pleasantly surprised since he fell from his horse, often performing miracles that made him come to terms with the fact that he was quick to accept.

"What the hell did you do? I can defeat those Kreef knights, but at least half of them must lead them. Yves stepped forward and put his strong arm around Arrod's neck, and almost suffocated Arrod with a strong clamp, and Arold hurriedly tried desperately to get rid of it.

"Yes." Seeing that his two sons were in a very good relationship, the Wendell knight was very pleased, and at this moment, a squire on horseback came to the Wendell family's tent with a torch from the night.

"Is it the Wendell family's tent?" The squire was one of Sir Ebel's personal attendants, and Arold had seen him at Sir Ebel's side, so he quickly stopped fighting with Ive.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Arold stepped forward and grabbed the reins of his horse's crotch and raised his head to ask Sir Able's personal attendant.

"Oh, is it Lord Arrod? Sir Abel is looking for you, come with me. The squire shook his torch and, seeing that it was Arold grasping the reins of his horse, turned the horse's head in the direction it had come, and said to Arold.

"To see Sir Able?" Arold looked down and thought about it, probably because Sir wanted to know about Mrs. Clay's military prowess, so he thought about saying goodbye to his father and brother and walked behind the squire.

"Arrod, this kid is going to make a fortune." Yves crossed his waist and looked at Arrod's back, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart, but he shook his head to put the unpleasant feeling in the back of his mind.

"Arjod is a member of the Wendell family, and as a family member we should support him." Sir Wendell patted his eldest son on the shoulder.

The night fell on the continent of Europa, and the ancient night could not see five fingers, except for the light lit by the torch in the hand of the attendant in front of him, and Arold could barely see anything, and walked a little way into Sir Abel's camp, the tent of fifty knights surrounded Sir Abel's large tent, the knights' various colorful pennants fluttered in the night wind, and the bonfire was lit with tongs on which the food was cooked, and the smell of meat was emanated.

"It's here, please come in." The squire opened the tent, and suddenly a knight in chain mail emerged from inside, and Arold fixed his eyes on the knight of Stan Stan.

"Hmph." Knight Stan also saw Arold the moment he stepped out of the tent, and his face showed a look of disgust and jealousy, but this time he didn't do anything else, except to bump Arold on the shoulder and leave.

"Ah, Arrod, come in." Sir Able carried a silver cup in his tent, and in it was the Ale of the Wendell family, which was not actually Sir Able's favorite, his favorite was the wine from Burgundy, but he did not care much about it during this march and battle, and it was good to have a wine to quench his thirst.

"Yes, Lord Able." Arold hurriedly bowed his head and walked into the tent, where a small attendant handed him a silver cup, and picked up a copper kettle with a slender pointed spout, and poured him full of ale.

The two of them drank from each of their glasses in a slightly dimly lit tent, and in the tent there were two valets except Arrod, who wore square haunts with the family coat of arms of the Duke of Mason, and in the tent there were no chairs except for a wooden table, and the floor was covered with a woollen carpet to protect them from moisture, and some pillow-like cushions were thrown on the carpet, and on the carpet there was a wooden shelf with Sir Ebel's chain mail and a heraldic shield, and Sir Able wore his white linen shirt and trousers in the tent, Around his neck he wears a beautiful silver cross encrusted with rubies.

"Congratulations to you, Lord Arold, your reputation for bravery in defeating the Krev knights has spread, and if we can defeat the Duke of Saxony, I will surely let my father make you a knight." Sir Able took the wine glass and praised Arrod, you must know that it was completely forced by his own knights to resist the knights of the inner palace at that time, and it was simply impossible to block the knights with light infantry, and there was no point in delaying it except for a little time, and even Sir Abel thought that Arold would definitely be captured by the Krev knights, so he also planned to privately fund the Wendell family to redeem Arrod, but he didn't expect Arold to do it, He led a group of peasants to defeat the Kref knights.

"It's just a fluke, and if there is a next time, I will definitely not do it again." Arold shrugged his shoulders, he was telling the truth, the cavalry's horse pistol charge is terrible, only those who have faced it once can understand, if there is no resistance of the carriage formation, only one horse pistol charge, the light infantry they brought will lose one-third, the armor on the light infantry is not enough to resist the sharp charge of the horse pistol, the charge of the war horse under the knight's crotch is no less than the impact of a jeep driving at full horsepower, and the spear in the hands of the light infantry is too short to stop the knight's charge, and a longer spear is needed, It's like the Scots or the Swiss used it.

"You're being too modest, but it's a bit reckless to let Knight Kref go, you should ask for my opinion, it's not offensive in any way, it's just that we have to be careful in an enemy country." Sir Able waved for Arold to sit down with him, and relaxed his body in the soft cushions, so that the conversation would not be like a relationship between superiors and subordinates, but a small talk between friends, which was also the charm of Sir Able's success in winning over a group of knights.

"Yes, I'm sorry sir, but that's why I didn't think enough about it." Arold had to admit that he really didn't expect that there was still a big difference between his otaku and these real aristocrats who had been dealing with politics since childhood.

"It's okay, we're almost crossing the Kreef border anyway, and I'd like to see how the Duke of Saxony will look when he finds out that he has two more troops behind him?" Sir Able raised his head and drank the wine from his glass, and in a good mood, he felt that the bitter ale also had a special taste, and at that moment the sound of weapons clashing and the noise of men and horses came from outside the tent, and Sir Able immediately became alert, and his personal attendant immediately handed over his sword, and another attendant walked to the wooden shelf where the chain mail was hung and was ready to take it down.

"What's going on?" Arold followed Ser Able out of the tent, and they saw what appeared to be a battle between the knights of the Inner House outside the camp, and the two sides were already in a tense confrontation.

"It's an enemy attack, and Knight Kref has found our camp." A knight of the Inner House hurried over, and he saw Sir Able standing outside the tent with his sword on his shoulder, and hurriedly reported to Sir Aebel.

"Knight Reef, didn't they just be defeated? Revenge so soon? Sir Able subconsciously glanced at Arold with his eyes, which made Arold blush, why did he just release these Kref knights, and people came to the door, this is simply a slap in the face.

"Please let me take a look, sir." Arold was also a little angry in his heart, did he really think that he didn't dare to kill people? If these shameless guys dare to mess around, they must have slaughtered these rebellious Kref knights with their own hands.

"Let's go together." Sir Able groaned for a moment, and said to Arrod, who also thought it strange that the knights valued their reputation, and that it was impossible to do such a thing of rebellion unless it was ordered by the monarch.

"What does it mean to be a war, damn Mrs. Clay?" Arold and Ser Able saw that Knight Stan led the knights of the Inner House to confront the Knight of Krev outside the camp, and when they tried to come forward, Knight turned his horse and turned back, Knight of Steve was afraid of an ambush and had to stop, but as soon as he returned to the camp with the Knight of Krev, the Knight of Kref appeared outside the camp again, and the angry Knight of Steve cursed several times.

"We want to see Lord Arrod." Someone among the Kleif knights shouted.

"Who is looking for me?" Arold walked out of the camp and shook a torch so that his face could be seen.

"Oh, I have brought a message from Lord Ben, and listen carefully, your attack on Braunschweig has failed, and a force of the Duke of Saxony is searching for your whereabouts, and it is estimated that you will soon be found. This is to repay you for your generosity to the Kréf Knights, so get out of here as soon as possible. After the Kref knights said the news, they turned their horses and headed in the direction of Kref Castle, leaving only Arold and the others who were standing there, they didn't know if this was the enemy's trick or the real news, if it was the enemy's trick, then it only needed to continue according to the plan, but if it was true news, then it meant that Sir Abel's flanking plan had completely failed, and everyone had to face the enemy's interception.