"You can mention the reward as you like, but the rules are up to me. The bald Earl Brecon slammed his glass down on the table and said loudly.

"Yes, but I'll ask Master Edmure first," Jones didn't respond to him directly, but said suddenly to Edmure Tully.

Edmure was originally going to prevent Earl Brecon from provoking Jones, but after thinking about it, it was better to resolve this small contradiction than to fight a game, and the losing side would naturally be convinced.

"You say," Edmure nodded.

"I'd like to recruit some cavalry in the Riverlands to supplement it, and it just so happens that we have a surplus of horses to equip us with new cavalry if the Earl of Brecon loses. ”

War has come, and there are many people who want to defend their homeland. However, the configuration of cavalry is still relatively rare, generally speaking, even if a civilian has two horses, a set of armor, and a sword, he can go to any territory and try to become a mercenary knight.

And Jones, after the last night battle, there were nearly 400 extra horses.

Now that a large number of people are fleeing to Riverrun, recruiting 400 new cavalry, it shouldn't be a big problem.

The only thing they lacked now was armor and weapons, and if there were only a few sets of cavalry equipment, they could naturally buy them from the blacksmith shop, but hundreds of sets were so many, as long as the nobles had them.

"I don't think there's anything unreasonable about your request," said Edmure Tully with some surprise, "and since you need it, even if you lose the fight, I'll still provide you with a batch of armor and weapons." ”

"Hmph," the bald Earl Brecon was naturally unhappy when he heard it, but he just wanted to humiliate the arrogant northern cavalry, and he didn't pay much attention to hundreds of sets of armor, "Then let's decide, but the rules of the game are a seven-god competition, and each side has seven knights, and the melee is due." ”

"Count Brecken, why don't you ask for five hundred knights, so that our knights in the entire northern realm may not be enough combined. Jones said sarcastically. There were only three knights in them, Ronna, Carter, and Percy, and Jones himself was not a knight.

"That's the rule I've set, and if Lord Jones is really a man of glory, how can you not even get together seven knights to support you?" said the Bald Earl triumphantly.

"Jones, I told you I was your friend," exclaimed Earl Lynman Darey, a little drunk, "I'm one of them. ”

"The Blackwood family will also be there to help. "Here are my sons, and they are all warriors with excellent spear skills. ”

......

In the early morning, the streets of Riverrun City are bustling with people and horses.

Neighboring towns and manors began to take refuge in the city. Since the construction of Arcel Tully, Riverrun has not been captured by force for thousands of years, and Riverrun, surrounded by water on three sides, was an isolated island during wartime.

"Shopkeeper, why are all the people in the city rushing in that direction?" asked the big man with a clumsy demeanor.

"The guards have already publicized it all over the city, don't you even know it? Today there will be not only a contest of the seven gods, but the key is that four hundred cavalry will be recruited, and the new cavalry will give away horses, armor and weapons. ”

"I've never heard of such a generous nobleman, is there something wrong here, Lord Tully?" the clumsy man gestured to his head.

"Is that what is wrong with you?" said the shopkeeper angrily, "today everyone who can get on the horse and wield a sword has gone, and you will know as soon as you look at it." ”

No matter how stupid the big man was, he knew that his actions just now offended the lord of Riverrun, which might cause unnecessary trouble to the shopkeeper, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, the old man always said that my head is thicker than the city wall. ”

With that, the big man took the baked bread in his mouth and rushed out.

"Have I fed my horse?" he shouted to the stallmaid at the door.

"Your horse is so old that he eats oatmeal so slowly. The horseman replied exaggeratedly, "You see its belly is about to droop to the ground." ”

"Boy, you have to learn to respect, it's a horse that has been through the war of the usurper. The big man deliberately pretended to be stern and lectured.

I hope it can be sold for a good price, otherwise I won't have money to eat, the big man thought to himself.

The big man's name was Ike, and he was about sixteen or seventeen years old, but no one knew the specifics.

He had been the old man's squire, but the old man was too old to die before he could officially become a knight, leaving him with an old mare older than him, a set of ill-fitting and permanently rusted chain mail, an iron helmet with a broad nose guard, an old brown leather sword belt, and a rusty sword.

That's all he has now, and if he doesn't become a cavalryman, he'll probably have to make a living from looting.

And the old man's education did not allow him to do this, so he could not become a cavalryman, and he was more likely to starve to death.

......

Tournament Arena.

"That bald old man is a wicked man," said the bald Percy, sitting on his horse, hatefully.

The seven men on their side were Jones, the little nobleman Rhone, Percy, Sir Carter, and the Earl of Lynman Darey, who was also a big boy, and Brynden, the eldest son of Blackwood, and the second son Lucas.

Of course, neither Jones Amber nor Lucas are real knights, but no one cares about this, they are both true sons of nobles, and they can become knights at any time.

"The seven of us have never fought together, and we have no experience in cooperation. Carter also analyzed. Just now Jones wanted to let Blackwood's eldest son follow him, but the young and vigorous Lucas directly refused.

"It's my business to defeat the Breckens. With that, Lucas led his brother and drove his horse in front of them.

"I think four people are enough," Rona said reluctantly.

"It's a pity that you can't drive them away now if you want to. Carter pointed to the two brothers in front of him and whispered back.

Jones didn't say a word, he was choked by Lucas just now, if it weren't for his more restrained personality, maybe there would have been a joke on their side before the competition.

......

The sun was rising higher and higher, and around the arena was a circle of spectators, most of whom were ready to participate in the next recruitment.

Young lads, their hearts have not calmed down since they looked at the armor shining in the sun and the tall and sturdy horses. This is the true knight, full of power and beauty.

The bald earl's nephew, Hendry Brecken, dressed in glazed armor and a war horse under his crotch, stood at the front of the seven men with a wooden spear, and the other six knights guarded him to the left and right.

They held shields with a uniform Brecken family pattern, and their movements were even more uniform.

......

Ike, the big man who had just arrived, forced his way in with his tall body, and the old man was also a knight, but compared to the people in front of him, he looked like a beggar.

Whether it was the glazed armor or the tall horse, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to grab it and put it on himself. However, the formation of the other side was much more chaotic, two people who looked like noble sons drove their horses to the front, and the four people behind were vaguely led by a black-armored knight, but they were a lot of distances.

The black knight's crotch was the strongest horse he had ever seen, hooves the size of a bowl, and it was pulling at the ground frantically.

"He's about the same size as me, and his black armor is good for me, and I like that mask very much. Ike muttered to himself.

......

The knights rode into position, and the arena suddenly fell silent, and the audience seemed to hold their breath.

However, after a horn sounded, the entire arena boiled as if it had been overturned.

Seven pairs of spurs slapped at the same time as the war horse, and the roar was like a muffled thunder swept across the field. Dozens of iron hooves trampled on the still muddy field, as if they were about to turn the entire arena over.

Sawdust rose like smoke, and the two sides collided. In an instant, the audience can't see who is up and who is down.