"Hah! Ha! Ha! ”

On the training ground, Karl was armed with a wooden sword, slashing and slashing, and the scorching sun made him sweat.

"Very good, you can master the basic footwork, now I'll teach you the bull position!" Pine nodded with satisfaction, since Carl saved him, his attitude towards Carl has improved a lot, which is why he is willing to teach Carl swordsmanship.

Karl couldn't help but think of a week ago, when Sir Dias approached him and told him that his swordsmanship was far from enough and needed training, but Sir Dias didn't have this time, so the responsibility of the instructor naturally fell on Pyne.

"Carl, what are you walking on? Did you hear me? ”

The shout brought Carl back to reality, and Carl quickly clenched his wooden sword and obeyed Pyne's command.

"The bull's position takes its name from the sharp horns of its sword, which resemble that of a bull reaching forward. Position yourself in the plough position, then bend your arms so that the hilt is slightly above your head, or on the side of your hind foot, of course, with the tip of the sword pointing at your opponent's face. Pine gave Carl a simple demonstration.

"Bull momentum? What a strange name. Carl looked weird, but did as he could.

He practiced very seriously, because he knew that this was indeed his shortcoming, although this body had some muscle memory, but after all, his soul was no longer the original person, and he was not considered to have practiced swordsmanship.

"Tired? Sure enough, it's still too thin. Pine shook his head when he saw Carl panting.

"Not tired!" Carl shouted unconvinced, his hands moving more forcefully.

"Hey." Pine seemed to want to laugh, but after thinking about it, he closed his mouth and stepped aside and began to practice himself.

……

"Father? What do you say, the war is about to start? Carl was so shocked that he couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, there is news from the post station, Count Lens has ordered the vassals to prepare for battle, and the order given to us is to let me bring enough equipment and ten armed minions to give instructions to Earl Luns's territory and other places." Sir Dias sighed.

"That's great, I can't wait to make a mark!" Pyne, on the other hand, was happy and eager to try.

Mrs. Aisha glanced at him, she didn't want war at all, war meant death, and he was worried about the safety of the men in his family.

"Father, but we don't have enough equipment to arm ten minions?" Karl raised his own question, if he remembered correctly, not counting the pitchforks, the family's arsenal was nothing more than five spears and a somewhat broken longsword in addition to the weapons of Pine and Ser Dias.

"Oh, I almost forgot about it, I borrowed a sum of money, bought some weapons, we have enough weapons, and I have some things for you, come, you can see if it fits." Sir Dias took out a shield and an okay sword.

"What is this?" Karl asked suspiciously, looking at the equipment on the table.

"I'm going to take you with me this time." Sir Dias said.

"Take me with you?" Karl almost dropped his jaw, but at the sight of Sir Dias's serious expression, he knew it wasn't a joke.

Carl turned his gaze back to the shield, the wooden shield with a single red background color, printed with a golden eagle with its wings outstretched, looking majestic.

This is the coat of arms of the Díaz family, and the single background color represents the long history of the Díaz family.

Karl couldn't wait to raise his shield and hold the long sword, looking majestic for a while.

"Hey, you're like a hedgehog without thorns." Pine laughed.

Karl didn't care, although he didn't have armor, but it was good to have these equipment.

"I've got a horse for you." Sir Dias continued.

"And horses?" Carl was delighted, he had long wanted to ride a horse and gallop.

"Yes, I can't let you walk like those minions, that would dishonor your knightly blood, go see it, kid." Sir Dias saw the excitement in his child's eyes, pointed in the direction of the stables, and said.

"Great!" Karl screamed and hurriedly ran over.

It is a miscellaneous horse, which does not look very strong overall, but it can be seen to be healthy.

Carl stroked the horse's head, and the horse closed his eyes slightly and snorted.

"Father, it looks like it's enjoying it." Carl said.

"Hahaha, it seems to be very close to you, you try to ride it." Sir Dias said with a slight smile.

According to the skills he had learned, Carl turned over on his horse and felt someone riding up, and the shaggy horse startled Carl, thinking that the horse wanted to throw himself off.

But fortunately, the miscellaneous pony did not make the next move, and after a few twists, he calmed down, and seemed to acquiesce to Carl riding on his body.

"Brother, this horse is as thin as you." Pyne followed suit, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw Carl on his horse.

Karl had long been accustomed to his taunts, and he didn't care, but walked around the horse, and the more he walked, the more skillful he became, and in the end he was able to control it perfectly.

"Hey, yes, there's a good one." Pyne nodded, and though he occasionally laughed at Carl, he didn't lack praise for it.

"Okay, you need to familiarize yourself with it, we're going to officially set off the day after tomorrow." With that, Sir Dias returned to his mansion.

"Driving ......"

Feeling the wind whistling in his ears, that pleasure made Carl addicted, although he was not galloping on the prairie, but he also had that feeling, didn't he?

At this moment, Karl turned his head to look behind him, and at some point Pine also rode his own war horse after him, one large and one small, side by side, galloping.

"Big brother, I also want to be a glorious knight!" Karl said suddenly.

Pine was stunned for a moment, then showed disdain, and said, "You became a knight like that?" Don't disgrace our Dias family. ”

Carl obediently closed his mouth, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

"But, come on, follow me when you go to the battlefield when the time comes, I will take you to kill the enemy, maybe I can let you mix a knight out, or when I am made an earl, I will canonize you as a knight with a fief." A moment later, Pyne's voice came from afar, but he had already driven his horse far away from Carl, and his voice was a little low.

Carl was stunned, then laughed, and a warmth rose in his heart.

"Hahaha, maybe I'll give you the territory at that time?"

If Sir Dias were here at this time, he would definitely feel the warmth, which is blood thicker than water.

……

"Father, these are probably our soldiers......" Carlen looked at the ten peasants in front of him and swallowed his saliva.

"This is our light infantry, what's the problem, Karl?" Sir Dias asked.

"Light infantry?" Carl's eyeballs are about to fall out, this is also called light infantry? In Carl's mind, shouldn't a medieval soldier be a young man in armor and armed with a sword and spear?

What is the situation in front of him now? Clothes made of shabby linen, even with holes that have not been patched, are worn on the feet...... Oh my God, it wasn't even shoes, it was just a few layers of cloth wrapped in it, shivering in the winter. I'm afraid that their age is enough to be his father, and the two oldest are barely enough to be his grandfather.

"Curnow, Kendo, you're there too?" Karl noticed the two peasants in the middle.

"Your Excellency." Curnow and Kendo hurriedly stood up.

"Carl, do you know them?" Sir Dias looked at Karl suspiciously.

"It's just that I've met them before." Carl snorted a haha, if the other party's pig ran out and almost hit him, the two of them were afraid that they would inevitably be punished.

Sir Dias didn't doubt it, but waved his hand and ordered, "Pine, give them the weapon." ”

"It's good for Carl to do this kind of thing." Pine said dissatisfied.

Dias shook his head helplessly, gestured to Carl, and said, "Carl, then you can go." ”

Karl nodded, and distributed the spears that had been prepared one by one, and the sword that had been Scarface was given to one of the strongest so-called light infantrymen.

"Feeding ......"

Pine rode his horses and walked around the infantry slowly, snoring and snoring.

The peasants were a little uneasy, but they did not dare to move.

Carl shook his head in his heart, what kind of combat power can such a soldier have? God, not long ago, they were farmers who had never armed at all, at most they were small animals with pitchforks, what could such farmers do even if they gathered?

Karl now had serious suspicions that these so-called light infantry would collapse on the spot when they saw the knights in heavy armor, armed with horse pistols, and wearing knightly swords.

But there is no way, who calls the Dias family poor? They simply can't afford to raise real sergeants who are out of production, so they can only make do with it.

"Carl, let's go, let's go to the tavern for a drink." Pine seemed bored and greeted Carl.

"Tavern?" Karl's heart moved, he had long wanted to see the taverns of this era.

"Father, are you going?" Karl looked at Sir Dias to the side.

"Well, you go, I'm going to go to church and ask the priest to come and pray for our army." Sir Dias shook his head.

It is very important to pray before the war, because people think that they can get God's blessing and go to heaven even if they die in battle, and if they are nobles, they will definitely find a famous monk to pray, but they can't afford it, so they can only find a priest at random.

"Okay." Carl nodded, and followed Pine in the direction of the tavern.