Skipping the reward, the Baron had a bit of a grit about the punishment.

Leaving ten peasants symbolically guarding the castle gates, the soldiers, who had rested for the night, set out on their way again.

Lildella is a decisive man, and beating the Kings is his only way out.

Half of the valuable things looted yesterday were given to the mercenaries, and the other half was declared to be rewarded to the brave in battle.

The mercenaries looked at each other, they didn't understand who they were going to fight against. They gathered around Frederick's butler, the only one who could speak the lingua franca, and they were kicked back into the group one by one by an impatient Angus Gale.

It's finally clean. Although he had never fought, the baron knew how to send a few quick feet to explore the way.

Just when the pathfinder was still missing, Lildra looked up at the army that suddenly appeared in front of him and sighed.

What is the difference between sending this kind of scout and not sending it?

On the opposite side, there were about a hundred people, a few men in armor on horseback, and most of the rest were soldiers armed with simple leather armor or even no armor. They were waving a banner with a roaring bear head painted on it.

"It's a second-rate local garrison, under the banner of the Earl of Annaba. Frederick whispered.

Ignoring the uproar of the mercenaries behind him, the baron squirted the butler's saliva: "Your Majesty the Emperor, even if you look at that costume like the Danish peasants behind me, you know that it is not the knights of the Bamholm Kingdom." ”

Captain Joyce of the Banholm Kingdom looked at the army on the opposite side with some bewilderment. Born into a small aristocracy in the countryside, he had never been on the battlefield. His soldiers stood in disarray, and some even sat down, pointing at the baron's army and commenting on it.

"A rabble. A knight next to Captain Royce spoke. Although the voice from under the bucket helmet was muffled, it still revealed the identity of the voice's owner--- a woman.

The captain didn't know which unit she was evaluating, so he had to accompany a smiling face that was uglier than crying.

The female knight who spoke was dressed in full-body plate armor with chain mail on the outside, and the knight behind her was also dressed in the same way, without any coat of arms on her body to show her identity.

Something is not quite right. The baron felt the sweat slip down his face, there was Angus Gale and his companions, and it was no problem to defeat these scum who were obviously less than five in combat.

But!

But what the hell are these knights with big shoulders and round waists, fully armed, and they don't have a very fierce knight written on their helmets?

There's also a woman.

Lildra noticed the female knight who was obviously not in shape, and turned to ask Frederick, "Is there a knight duel in this place or something?"

Frederick glanced at him appreciatively: "If the other side agrees, the victory or defeat can be decided by a duel between knights in a skirmish." ”

That's easy to do, although we don't have many high-end combat power, but Angus Gale is fierce.

There are four knights on the opposite side, and you plus yourself have three.

Can hit a dozen.

Of course, Lord Baron hopes that Angus Gale will be a little more powerful so that he does not have to play.

I wonder if the other party will agree to a duel?

"Butler Frederick, make an appointment for us, ah no, make an appointment. ”

After Frederick shouted, Captain Royce looked directly at the female knight.

It turns out that the woman is the boss.

The female knight was noncommittal. But the two knights behind her glanced at each other, and the other party was not even polite, and directly proposed a duel, completely ignoring the etiquette of the nobles. In their sense, a charge to settle the battle is all it takes. However, it is not impossible to reduce the casualties of one's own soldiers with noble duels.

After all, the family had just taken over here, and although the lives of soldiers were cheap, they should not be wasted at will.

After a few words with the female knight, one of the knights dismounted and walked over.

"We accept your challenge, the loser goes down, the winner continues, and the best of five goes out. We win, and you will dispose of it for us. You win, and we will pardon your sins in Berkron. ”

After Frederick had translated, the baron nodded and said he was done. If the morale is high after winning the war, it may not be impossible to complete the task.

The knight drew his sword: "Outlander, I am Knight Antonio Stinger from Phillips, and under the witness of the Father, I will engage in a holy and fair duel with you. ”

The armored swordsman beside Angus Gale stepped forward, and the butler translated his words.

"I'm Tony Beale from Newcastle Castle. ”

After a simple fencing salute, the duel began.

Bamholm's knights attacked fiercely, and it was clear that he must be a pioneer on the battlefield. Tony Bill responded calmly, and the two of them did not hesitate in the sound of their swords clashing--- even though the armor of the knights of Bamanholm was much heavier.

Blocking the powerful attack of the opposite knight, Tony's body couldn't help shaking, and the opponent took advantage of the weakness to enter, and the knight's sword was like a flying butterfly in his hand, gradually tearing through the swordsman's defense.

Strides, slides, broken steps, substitute steps・・・・・・ knights of Banholm are getting more and more relaxed.

The baron's face turned ugly, and eventually the armored swordsman lost his sword, and his opponent skillfully struck his sword-wielder with the blade.

In the first game, Baan Holm won.

The baron patted Tony Beale on the shoulder, and Angus Gale smiled and took his place.

Perhaps an armored swordsman was able to defeat most infantry in foot combat, but this definitely did not include a trained knight.

Angus Gale knew, Frederick knew, Tony knew, but Baron Rildella didn't.

The baron doesn't care about that now, though.

If Angus Gale fails, he will be in danger of becoming a eunuch.

He watched nervously on the field.

Sherlock Angus Gale didn't report himself, he tossed his helmet aside, and gestured nonchalantly to the knight who had just defeated Tony Bill.

That's a middle finger.

Just like the legend has it that the English longbowmen did to the French knights hundreds of years ago.

The knight in Bamholm wasn't a Frenchman, but he could roughly guess that it wasn't a good gesture.

With a sneer, the battle between the two sides began.

Lildra froze.

The female knight on the opposite side was also stunned.

Captain Royce was also stunned.

"What just happened?" the baron turned his head, as if muttering to himself, as if asking Frederick.

"Angus Gale defeated the enemy with a sliding step just now. Butler Frederick didn't seem surprised.

The dismounted feudal knight miraculously slipped to the right side of the enemy, and with a heavy blow, the victor just now slashed to the ground.

The good armor may have protected him, but he didn't move now. The Englishman gave him a kick in the helmet when he fell.

Lildra almost burst into tears and asked for an autograph. What Hannibal, what Scipio, why is Prince Eugen all on the side, at this moment the god of war is Angus Gale!

"Dismount the feudal knights are all so fierce?" Lildella asked subconsciously.

"Of course・・・・・・ not. Occasional heroes appeared among the peasants, with the exception of Angus Gale. ”

Frederick replied faintly.

He seemed to look down on the English a little, and the more he heard the examples of peasants and heroes, the stranger they became.

Whatever, Lildra puffed up his chest, and the knights on the other side had not yet recovered, and the female knight was clutching the reins to death.

Haha, the baron made a defiant gesture.

Soon, he'll regret it.