"Really, trouble, and war. Vicos raised his hand and pinched the piece of iron attached to his nose, straightening the nose guard helmet he was wearing on his head. Although this helmet is worn on the head, and some cloth is specially padded under the helmet to reduce the cold and hard texture of the helmet, but even this feeling is not so comfortable, and the anti-plate on the nose makes Vicos feel a little uncomfortable breathing, but in order to have a high survival rate on the battlefield, this sacrifice of comfort is still worth it.

"No more complaints, at least better than the two hunters of old Jock who didn't even have armor, as a human being, he should have the ability to know himself. On the side of the warhorse, there was a sound of an urn, looking at the iconic sword that the knight was carrying behind him, there was no doubt that this bucket-like helmet was Shabak, and his voice also became a little urn-like because of the bucket helmet.

After selling his original helmet, Shabak spent his savings to buy some things for himself and Vicos, such as the somewhat exaggerated giant helmet he now wears on his head, which he bought after careful selection.

This giant helmet is like a bucket on the head, covering a person's head in it, if it was placed in the past, such a full-coverage helmet is definitely not easy to forge. But thanks to the advances in forging technology in recent decades, the idea of creating such a helmet has become achievable. The edges of the helmet are riveted to make the whole helmet even more sturdy. And in order to facilitate ventilation and not interfere with the line of sight, there are some ventilation holes at the mouth of this large helmet to ensure that the person inside the helmet will not suffocate due to the lack of air in the helmet. There is also a flat bar hole in the eyes of the helmet that crosses the horizontal line of the two eyes. It appears that a rectangular notch has been drawn in an area in the center of the helmet.

Look from afar. Shabak's whole body reflects the texture of metal, like a moving humanoid armor. It's a pity. I heard that the dwarves in the north have recently developed a kind of full-body armor that can cover a person's whole body, and Shabak does not have the luck to wear this kind of killing weapon, otherwise, the full-body armor warrior on a war horse will definitely be a fierce beast that is difficult to kill on the battlefield.

Pisavres restlessly exuded a belligerent aura with his nostrils, seeing the crowd of people in front of him, and there were so many people with weapons in hand, Pisavres's belligerent genes were aroused, and he couldn't help but want to take the master on his back to kill the enemy.

After hearing Shabak's words. With his right leather gloved hand, Vicos gently touched the chain mail worn on his body, or the chain curtains. The price of this set of conjoined chain mail is not low, if the price of a set of chain mail is equivalent to a knight's manor a few hundred years ago, although the price of a set of chain mail has dropped with the progress of technology, it has almost spent his and Shabak's savings.

Chain mail is made of tiny iron rings that form a long garment with a hood, which is covered over the close-fitting clothing. The weight of a set of chain mail is about 20 to 30 pounds, but the weight of chain mail is not shared by the whole body, but all the weight is borne by the shoulders. Because the chain mail is made of iron rings. Therefore, it can effectively protect against the attack of sharp weapons such as swords, guns, spears, etc., and the tip of a spear will be blocked by interlocking iron rings when it touches the chain mail when piercing, so the main role of chain mail is to defend against puncture damage. For example, the defense of bows. Although in this world, it is rumored that the elf's longbow is enough to penetrate the chain mail within fifty meters, but here. You will never encounter such a beautiful creature.

However, once the chain mail touches a weapon such as a blunt mallet or a flail, it is difficult to come in handy. And due to the cumbersome manufacture of a set of chain mail. The cost is huge, so it's not an exaggeration to say that blunt instruments are feasible.

"Whew......" Vikos took a deep breath. Leaned down to appease his new mount, a new horse that might not have been tested by blood and fire.

That's right, the war began, and troops from all over the city gathered outside the city of Clesman!

On the towering walls of Colesman, there were huge flags pierced with crosses, and the citizens of the principality standing on the walls were almost shouting with all their strength to see off the warriors below.

The flag of the principality on a white background shook violently in the desert wind, and the soaring sand and stones were struck hard by the cross banner, making a grinning sound.

There was a fanatical look on the faces of everyone under the walls who were ready to travel, whether it was a poor pilgrim or a well-trained knight. Even if they held a rusty weapon in their hands, these belligerent men in the name of "faith" could wash away the rust with sweat oozing from their palms, and the linen trench coats draped over their bodies were tattered by the wind and frost and the remnants of the clouds, but under the blow of the desert wind, the trench coats were lifted by the yellow wind and swayed to a certain rhythm with the fluttering of the cross flags on the city walls and in the army formations.

The well-armed crusaders were wrapped around their left arms with scarred shields, and these ugly wounds did not make these armors lose their original brilliance, but the traces of these pitted blows made people feel a belligerent fanaticism. Some people also slammed their shields with the weapons of their right hands, slammed out the sound of battle, and with their monstrous roars, they let out the roar of war!

The knights and nobles all mounted their beloved horses, holding the reins of the horses in one hand, and biting the handles of their weapons with the glove chain mail in the other, and looked at the gates of Colesmane with fanatical eyes that were not inferior to faith, and looked at the huge gate that had been completely opened, as if there would be endless treasures in it!

"Trampling ......" suddenly appeared in the city gate, two groups of knights holding flags and wearing heraldic armor with the royal coat of arms of the Collesman.

The two pairs of knights marched slowly, holding a spear in front of them with the flag of the St. Collesman's Cross under the head of the spear, and soon carved a path large enough for two carriages to run together in the army in front of the city walls.

The people in the army consciously made way for the two pairs of knights. Because they knew that these well-armed knights were the guards of the royal family of St. Colesman. While not necessarily many of these guards are loyalists, the necessary respect is needed. The two armoured knights came out of the city gate and cleared the array of armies to make a path. Both columns of knights stood silently on either side of the road, their heads whirling around. The two columns of knights stood opposite each other on both sides of the road, squeezing the soldiers apart with their own flesh and blood to form a broad road.

If you're an eagle, you'll see a wall of spears and horses stretching out from the gates of Colesman, with opposing horses glaring at each other, their nostrils in a warlike nasal voice, and their vests hunting with the swing of their horses. Densely packed with countless sharp weapons that shone with cold light, under the illumination of the sun, reflected straight into the sky. A rush of battle was coming from the army below, the archers stroking their bows back and forth with their hands, and the horses biting and roaring to break through the obstacles. Go and crush your enemies under your hooves.

Unlike the horses underneath them, the knights on horseback each covered their faces with their face covering, and no one could tell what their expressions were under their masks. But judging by the movement of their spears in their hands, these knights were definitely elite men with excellent discipline.

If these knights were allowed to roam the battlefield at will, it would be enough to defeat the enemy's psychological defenses.

"It's the Imperial Guard! Oh my God! I've never seen such elite warriors!" someone in the crowd let out an exclamation of amazement, these well-armed knights on fine horses are a force dedicated to guarding the royal family, and they have the best equipment. The best provisions, the most .................. In short, an elite army loyal only to the royal family, even a mediocre person like Alphonse V can make these people sacrifice and sacrifice for it. However, the cost of maintaining a member of the royal guard is simply too high. So even now, there are only fifty-three members of the Royal Guard.

"Woo woo woo !!" Before the people could be amazed by the elite of the royal guard, there was another passionate trumpet sound at the city gate. This highly textured and penetrating sound penetrates everyone's ears and makes people look towards the city gates.

As the trumpet fell. In the dark shadows of the deep city gates, out came rows of uniformly equipped heraldic chain mail. A soldier with a spear in his hand, a shield in his arm, and a sword pinned to his waist. Although they were not as well-equipped as the royal guards, they were still many times better than ordinary crusaders, at least there was no rust on the weapons they held.

The light of the red cross on a white background on their bodies proclaimed their existence and sanctity to the more than 10,000 people in the military array!

"Oh, it's the Templar Knights!" those who had some experience in the army instantly saw the soldiers walking out, the big cross with a piercing white background and red like a proud red lion telling the people who he was.

The Knights of the Temple, also known as the Knights of the Temple. After the recapture of the Holy City, which had been ruled by pagans, many of the Saints made a pilgrimage to Colesman, but by this time the main forces of the Crusaders had returned to their respective countries, and the pilgrims were often attacked by robbers on the way, and it was under this circumstance that the Knights Templar was formed. When members of the Knights Templar join the Order, they must not only swear to obey the three rules of the order: chastity, poverty, and obedience, but also to protect pilgrims, which is what distinguishes them as a military order as a holy place from ordinary orders, and of course, this is not the only one.

However, as time passed, this order, which was originally intended to help the suffering, gradually amassed an astonishing fortune, and also had several castles of its own in the principality, with its own standing army, the Knights of the Templar. And by now, the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, Evrad de Barres, is one of the three giants in the Duchy of St. Colesman.

Since even the Royal Guards and the Knights of the Templar have appeared, then people also have a spectrum in their hearts about what will appear next.

Behind the Knights of the Templar were a group of spear-wielding sergeants dressed in black crosses on a white background, marching slowly in a line, their footsteps striking the dust that shook the ground. The sergeants' faces were filled with the same pride as the Templars before them. However, they also have a high capital, because they are members of another knightly order of St. Colesman, the Knights of Johan!

The Order of John was originally founded by a nobleman and a few companions in a small hospital near the church of St. Colesman. The main purpose was to care for the wounded and pilgrims. Thanks to the selfless efforts of the pilgrims, the order grew rapidly, and the order agreed to disperse the property of the territory of Kolesman. Can be given to the Knights of John. A few more decades later, the Holy See recognized them as independent congregations and granted them a series of economic and political privileges, such as no tithes, no need to be under the leadership of any regime, and only papal control.

The Knights of John were founded as a good organization, and only began to operate as a military order in the following decades, protecting pilgrims from heretic attacks by force, and developed into an important military force in the Duchy of Colesman, and also had a great influence on the political situation in Colesman.

And the chief of the Knights of Johanne, Riga de Monlance, was undoubtedly with Everard de Barres. Count Aimo is at the pinnacle of power in Colesman, but for now, Count Aimo is clearly closer to the throne.

The Knights of the Templar and the Knights of John placed their spears in front of them with great discipline, and came to the sides of the road, standing upright, looking at their brothers opposite them with resolute eyes. They don't understand the real meaning behind this war, and they don't know that this war is just a toy for a few people, but they do know - this is a sacred war fought for the conviction in their hearts, from which death will be reborn. The new life will usher in heaven!!

"Click!!" The sergeants on both sides of the road instantly tilted the spears in their hands, colliding with the spears leaning on the opposite side, crossing an inverted triangle in mid-air, forming a spear passage more than one person high.

"Kolesman!" the Knights of John, the Royal Guard, and the Templar Knights stood by the roadside. All of them shouted, shouting the name of this holy city with all their might!

"Kolesman!" The rest of the army was dressed in tatters, and those who did not have much wealth also showed a kind of perseverance in their eyes. Respond to the city vigorously.

"Colesman!"

"Colesman!"

"Colesman!"

With a loud roar, the sound of horses' hooves slowly came from the deep city gate.

The solid bluestone of the walls of Colesmane seemed to be overwhelmed by the overwhelming voices of these soldiers. The canopy above the holy city also gradually condensed into a continuous sea of clouds, and the undulating clouds and mountains embraced each other. Soak up these roars.

"Kolesman!" shouted a young crusader from the Hungarian Peninsula in a hoarse voice, his eyes were red, his eyeballs were crawling with delicate veins, and even the green tendons on his forehead were highlighted by the roar too hard, and his flushed face concealed his original blue-black face, and everyone was equal in the face of faith!

Although the young man did not understand in his heart that the troops that appeared at the city gate were to prepare for the appearance of the next big man, this did not make his heart agitated by his faith in the slightest.

The power of faith is more than a qiē logic, thinking and feeling!

Once again, the ancient holy city opened its bloodthirsty mouth because of the struggle for faith and land, and gnawed a living creature with sharp teeth called war. The four walls of Colesmane are no longer stained with the blood of many people, some of them from enemy attacks and some of their own people left behind by their own deaths. The lives of the city's former owners were lost because of the city, and then a new owner took possession of the city, and then died because of it. Such reincarnation stories have been, are now, and will be in the future!

As long as there are disputes, beliefs, and contentions in the world, the noisy qiē will not stop.

"Stampede!" the two gatekeepers who opened the gate lowered their heads and paid their respects to the three tall horses that walked out side by side, not to the horses, but to the owners of the horses, the Triumvirate of Colesman.

Although the bodies of these three horses are covered with a layer of solid horse armor with unique insignia, this can not cover the vigorous body of these war horses, and the strong body with the textured horse armor adds a bit of iron and blood.

The intaglio-decorated horse armor is engraved with patterns representing the iron blood of the sword, and although these patterns are not magical runes, they look beautiful. The neck of the war horse also has layers of solid neck armor, just like the shape of a cicada chrysalis can be stretched and contracted, which will not make the war horse's U-turn action have any hindrance, but because the horse's neck has a defense, it reduces the probability of the war horse's neck being injured and killed. Even the war horse has a layer of breastplate, abdominal armor, and hip armor on the chest, abdomen, and hips, which ensures the defense of these weak parts. These three war horses can really be said to have achieved the ultimate in defense of the whole body, and they are simply a giant steel sculpture that can move!

Just the horse armor worn by these three war horses is enough to arm ten knights, and the person who can ride such a war horse must be the one who holds great power or a mountain of gold!

Therefore, compared with these three strong war horses, what is more concerned is the person who can sit in the saddle of the war horse and move forward steadily.

Riding on the red cross horse was a tall man with sleek blond hair, and he was wearing the dwarven master's masterpiece - a plate armor that covered the whole body, this plate armor was two millimeters thick, although it looked a little thin, but because it was a masterpiece of the dwarven master's cold forging, it was enough to make ordinary arrows lose their lethality within range. The clumsy plate armor actually weighs only about forty pounds, and the weight spread to the whole body is not as bulky as outsiders seem, and because of the flexible design of its armor joints, the actual utility of this armor is far more flexible than it seems, at least there is no need to worry about not being able to stand up after turning over and falling off the horse.

At the sight of this man, every member of the Knights of the Templar looked at this heroic and fierce man with burning eyes, and screamed their respect for him.

No matter how far away they were, everyone knew that the man on the horse was Evra de Barres, the chief of the Knights Templar, who led the behemoth forward.

On the other side of the Black Cross was a man dressed in a red cloak on a white background, holding his helmet in his right hand and clasping it to his chest, scanning the military formations he passed along with a majestic expression. Everywhere he passed, every member of the Knights of John tried to straighten their waists to show their possibility. Needless to say, this man was Rega de Monlands, the ninth Grand Master of the Knights of John, a man who was unsmiling in life and was also very strict about his beliefs.

In the middle of the two was a man with good looks and red hair, but although he was dressed in plate armor that looked extremely brave, and he smiled and gestured to the army, not many people felt that he was a general who could wield a sword and kill. On the contrary, compared to a general who went into battle to kill the enemy and commanded thousands of troops, he was more like an aristocratic liar who just talked but didn't do anything. He is the Count of Aimo, the representative of the powerful nobility of the Duchy of Colesman, who controls the entire royal court, and is the uncrowned lord of the Holy City, and perhaps he will one day control the entire principality, provided that everything is as he thinks.

"Stomp!" the three horses each carried three people of different status, but no less prominent. The three horses used different rhythms to stomp their horseshoes heavily on the ground and walked towards the front of the formation.

With the sound of their footsteps moving forward, the soldiers on both sides of the road withdrew their spears in mid-air without saying a word, placed them in front of them, and stood still, looking at the three people who walked by with burning eyes.

These three people are the three giants of the principality, their power is far above the king, and the combined power of these three is enough to make any force in the principality bow their heads, whether it is the magic guild or the warrior guild.

Count Aimo enjoyed the feeling of mastering thousands of people, which he had pursued all his life. This is power, a power that can obsess, make people die, and make people surrender.

But. Count Aimo sat on his horse, turned his head, and took a deep look at Alphonse, who had not come out behind the city gates, the son of his wife's brother, his nephew. A man whom he will destroy!(To be continued......