"Lord From, with all due respect, your troops are not as well equipped as Lord Ekmerk."

Looking at Baron Aikmerk's troops, who were getting closer and closer to them, Byron whispered a word to Baron Floss next to him.

"There's no way, I'm in charge of villages and towns, and I just need to have enough people to guard villages and towns. And he was in charge of the army and the horses, and he was naturally better than me in military affairs. ”

Baron Floss did not appear unhappy because of Byron's words, but admitted the gap between the two sides.

Then he turned his head to Byron and told him with some helplessness:

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to come and help us fight. I have heard that you are well-armed and very good at fighting, and I hope you will not let us down in a moment. ”

"Of course, sir."

Byron nodded vigorously and looked a little smugly at the soldiers behind him wearing the burqa with the peony emblem.

"Of course, we need a little planning, my lord, you don't want to go back with just a few remnants."

"That's right, so, tell me what you think."

"Thank you, my lord...."

Soon, Baron Ekmerk's troops reached a position about one hundred and fifty meters away from them and stopped. As the scouts had said before, the quality of their troops was clearly better than that of Baron Flores, and the heavy cavalry was lined up, all with cavalry guns in their hands.

At the head of the line was Baron Aikmerk, who wore a sleeveless plate armor from the army, with a cape, but no helmet. The knight beside him, armed to the teeth, carried his family's flag, which his father imitated in the style of the Count of Sweden's flag, fish and waves, but of different colors, and a missing sun on the sea.

And from the direction of Dehrim, there was also an army that rushed over unhurriedly. The reason why the troops of both sides have not yet started the war is because they are waiting for their arrival.

All Svadian infantry, and at least ten knights armed with plate armor. They escorted the lord of Dehrem, Count Claes, and witnessed the undying battle between the nobles.

Many of Baron Flos's troops whispered, worried about whether their side would be able to defeat each other. Even the baron himself trembled a little, his hand holding the reins trembled slightly, and the horses kept walking in place, not knowing which way to go.

But in the end he mustered up the courage and, escorted by two knights, carried the banner and rode the horse in armor under his crotch to the place of the Count of Claes.

And Baron Ackmerck also went in that direction, which was a necessary process before the battle, and the two sides exchanged a simple exchange, usually politely sarcastic about each other, and then made an oath, and then began the battle in the presence of the earl.

This style of play is actually very painful, you can't ambush in advance, and the terrain is not too undulating, which limits the use of tactics and makes up for the disadvantage between the two sides.

Baron Ekmerk's infantry formed a solid phalanx, with cavalry at the back of the infantry and crossbowmen in front. Typical Svadia tactics, the phalanx advances, firing crossbow arrows to suppress the opponent. After that, the cavalry came out of the ranks, lined up in formation and charged. When the cavalry broke through the opposing formation, the infantry went up to hold down the opposing troops, and carried out further strikes and clearances, and the battle ended.

This is a very common style of play, and the applicability is relatively strong. However, the commander also has to analyze the situation on the battlefield, when to advance, when to defend, and most importantly, when the cavalry will come out and when to launch a cavalry charge. Timing determines victory or defeat, and this is true in any battle and war.

On the other hand, Baron Floss, the plan was to divide the team into three phalanxes, one of which was stretched very long and located directly in front of the team. The troops of this phalanx were infantry, spearmen, and crossbowmen, and they did not need to defeat the enemy's frontal forces, but only dragged them until the other two phalanxes of elite soldiers tore apart the opponent's flanks from the flanks, and then outflanked the enemy army in a roundabout way.

The phalanx personnel and arrangements were made, and Byron was alone in charge of a phalanx, and as soon as the baron returned, the formation would immediately unfold.

The idea is good, but it is still difficult to put into practice.

Even Ellen, who had always been confident before the battle, doubted whether Baron Flor's Chinese troops could stop the attack. Many of his troops were bewildered conscripts, with low morale and poor equipment, and could easily collapse. If half of the men ran away suddenly, then it would be useless for Byron to fight valiantly. Because this formation can outflank the opponent when it is good, it can generally be attacked from three sides, and when it is bad, it will be broken through the line by the opponent, and in turn will be divided and surrounded by the opponent.

Byron rode his horse and touched his breastplate several times. In order to strengthen his defense as much as possible, he put a cotton armor coat on top of his cuirass, which covered him with prickly heat on a hot day. But Byron is more concerned about the safety of his life than uncomfortable.

He saw that Baron Floss and Baron Ackmerck had both arrived in front of Count Claes, saluted each other, and said a few words to each other, although they were too far away to be heard, but judging from their movements and expressions, it was obviously not a polite word.

After that, the Count of Claes read something out loud, and Byron heard only "O king's name, glory, chivalry" and the like, and finally the two men raised their swords in front of their faces and swore to each other, and then rode to the middle of the two ranks.

A knight from each side stepped out of the ranks, retreated a few dozen paces, stopped in front of their respective ranks, and then lowered the mask of his helmet and raised his rifle and pointed it at the other.

It seems that before the battle, they have to have a one-on-one knightly duel, and the morale of the winner will naturally rise, and the loser's soldier will not only be frustrated and afraid, but the baron will also lose a lot of strength.

The two knights raised their spears, stepped on the stirrups and steered the horses and began to accelerate.

The trot soon turned into a gallop, and the horses were far better at increasing their speed than ordinary horses.

In more than ten seconds, both knights could see the eyes in the gaps in each other's helmets, and their riding spears were also stretched out.

With a violent collision and shattered wooden flowers, one of the riding spears broke directly in the abdomen of the opponent, while the other fell to the ground with the palm of the knight's hand.

The blood of the loser flowed on the ground, the horses froze in place, and the victor proudly raised his spear.

There were cheers in Baron Ackmerk's troops, and an exclamation in Baron Flores's troops, followed by noise until the officer reprimanded them for being quiet.

Baron Floss rode back on horseback, and the horse that had lost its owner and the body of the knight who had died in battle were also brought back by the infantry.

In this small confrontation before the battle, it was Baron Floss who lost.