In the mansion of the Barony of Wilton, Baron Dias looked at the map in his hand and frowned, and finally sighed softly.

"Don't worry too much, my dear, God will bless us." Lady Aisha walked over and patted him lightly on the back.

"My wife, how can I not be worried, my soldiers are still in a standoff with Baron Sa's army, and I am really worried about when they will attack." Baron Dias shook his head, although he was very reluctant to admit it, but he had to say that his army really had no chance of winning compared to Baron Samu.

"It's alright, isn't Pyne already moving the rescuers? I believe that soon Karl's army will come to us, and then everything will be fine. Mrs. Aisha comforted.

"Hopefully." Baron Dias felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he didn't expect that he would one day need to let his youngest son come to his rescue.

"Get a good night's sleep, honey, you need to rest." Mrs. Aisha wrapped her arms around Baron Dias's neck and her head was pressed against Baron Dias's face behind her.

"Well, it's time for a good rest......"

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"Oh no, Lord Baron, the enemy has launched an attack on our station!"

At the makeshift camp, a sentry standing on a wooden burning tower had a changed face and blew his horn.

"What? Everyone, get ready to meet the enemy! Baron Dias, who was already fully armed, drew his sword sharply and beckoned his soldiers.

"Phew!"

Except for a few armored soldiers, most of them were light infantry with dung forks, those serfs.

"Shoot them all, kill them all, these guys who dare to invade my territory will not be protected by God!" Baron Diaz had a bruise on his forehead.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The archers on the tower drew arrows with bows, and the wooden arrows posed a great threat to the unarmored light infantry, but the lethality against the medium and even heavy infantry was greatly reduced.

"Who's the one in the lead?" Baron Dias asked, and the general who led Baron Sa's army looked like a vulture, and his eyes were fierce, and he didn't look good.

"That's Stark, Baron Sa'mus's butler and military governor, I know him!" A soldier answered Baron Dias's question.

"Stark? Oh, see if I don't shoot his bird feathers today! Baron Dias held the bow and arrow in his hand, his eyes slightly condensed, and in his sight, the tip of his arrow was aimed at Stark's head.

"Whew!"

The arrow shot out, drawing a long rainbow, he Baron Dias is not a person who eats and drinks, he was often bloody when he was young, he is a first-class warrior!

He did not fall behind in any of his knightly skills, especially horsemanship and bows, which were absolutely mastery, and even his knighthood was valued by the old Earl Lense because of his bravery.

Stark, who was leading the infantry forward, suddenly felt a sense of danger in his heart, a feeling that suffocated him, as if he was locked by something.

He looks like a vulture, and his nickname is also known as the vulture, but he doesn't dislike it, because he trusts his instincts like the vulture!

"Danger!" Stark said that it was too late, and then quickly, his body jerked to the side, and the bow and arrow swept against his face, even lifting his long hair.

The world seemed to slow down for a moment, and the feeling of being infinitely close to death made his consciousness blur for a while, and if he had ever seen a movie, he would have marveled that the picture he saw now was exactly the same as the slow motion in the movie.

"Ahh

There was a scream, but it was the arrow that pierced the chest of a soldier behind him, and blood spurted out and smeared on his chain mail, the sticky touch making him a little uncomfortable.

The soldier who was shot in the "plop ......" was no longer able to struggle, and fell to the ground weakly, the light in his eyes gradually disappearing.

Stark looked in the direction where the arrow came from, only to see Baron Dias pouting, as if he was a little annoyed that no arrow shot Stark, in fact, he was very confident in the arrow just now, and if he could really kill the other party, then maybe the opponent's army would be in chaos.

"Damn Baron Dias!" Stark knew who he was as soon as he saw the bright sign on the other party's blouse, if it was just Baron Sa's order at the beginning, then now he really had murderous intentions towards Baron Dias, just a little bit, just a little bit, he was about to return to the arms of the Lord, although it was an honor, but he didn't want to die so early.

Thankfully, he had that gifted instinct that brought him back.

"I swear I'll break through your territory and capture you alive!" Stark said viciously.

He won't kill them, that's not what he's supposed to do, he just needs to grab them and give them to Baron Samu.

The distance between the two sides was too far, and Baron Dias may not be able to hear Stark's curse clearly, but Baron Dias also knew that the other party was definitely not saying any good words, but he was not angry, but only showed a provocative look.

"Sonorous!"

"Kill!"

"I don't want to die!"

As the distance between the two sides got closer and closer, the soldiers finally joined each other, and the real soldiers were good to say, the light infantry made up by those serfs had no fighting spirit, and there were soldiers who wanted to escape on either side, but they were killed by the "teammates" behind them in a blink of an eye.

"Whoever dares to run away will die!"

Coincidentally, both Stark and Baron Dias shouted and sternly stopped this behavior.

As for the way to stop it, it was the fastest and most effective way to kill a hundred people directly, and those serfs rushed in the direction of the enemy one by one with trembling bodies, not daring to have any more thoughts of escaping.

"Get out of here!" Baron Dias saw that an enemy had quietly touched his side, and roared angrily, and the long sword fell from top to bottom, forcibly splitting the opponent in half from the beginning, and the blood made many people around him chill.

"Whoop Woohoo ......"

Baron Dias was a little tired, his equipment was not clear, and the continuous combat had made him weak, after all, he was no longer young, and his body was not as good as it was back then.

"Protect Lord Baron!"

Seeing this scene, many soldiers rushed over and surrounded Baron Dias, if something really happened to Baron Dias, they soldiers would definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

"It's a pity that Sir Nord can't help me fight." Baron Dias thought of the distress letter he had sent to Sir Nord before, as a relative, Sir Nord should also help, but after all, Sir Nord is just someone else's subordinate knight, and sometimes he can't help himself.

But in order to repay the help of Baron Dias's family before, Sir Nord still provided some money so that Baron Dias could recruit some mercenaries, but this was already the limit.

Baron Dias preferred Sir Nord to the war, after all, a heavily armed knight could play too much of a role.

The whistling of arrows around him brought Baron Dias back to reality, and he had to grapple with his sword once more in search of an opportunity to kill.

Fortunately, this is located in the high mountains, and Baron Dias has set up the battlefield here, which greatly increases the pressure on Baron Samu's army, although it is more numerical than Baron Dias's army, but it will be difficult to take this position for a while.

"Ahhhh

"God, bless your faithful believers!"

As the time of the battle dragged on, the morale of the soldiers, which had finally gathered a little, began to collapse a little, and of course it was not enough to affect the entire team.

The battle lasted for a long time, from the afternoon to the evening, seeing that it was indeed impossible to take this place in a short time, and his casualties were a little too high, and even many soldiers had begun to flee, Stark had to announce a retreat and return to his position, preparing for the next attack.

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"Whew...... Whew......"

In the main battle of the barracks, Sir Dias took off his armor with difficulty, and the strange smell of sweat and blood mixed with the camp filled the tent.

Baron Dias didn't have time to care about the conditions, he collapsed on the bed, rubbing his aching shoulders, but his mind was recalling today's battle.

Although the opponent has withdrawn his troops for the time being, Baron Dias knows that the opponent will soon relaunch the attack, which may be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Although he held his position today, he knew in his heart how much he had been injured on his side, maybe because it was the defender who was less than the other party, but it was also too much, and it was still a huge casualty.

The main thing is the morale problem, the proportion of serfs in his army is obviously too much more than that of Baron Samu, resulting in the morale problem is especially prominent in his army, after this battle, many light infantry who have not seen the war at first and have some morale began to be afraid.

Baron Dias regretted a little, whether it was a bit too radical for him to declare war on the other party on impulse, if this war ended in his defeat, then the Dias family would really lose face.

The side that initiated the war lost instead, how many nobles should be ridiculed by this when this is spread? He couldn't think that although he didn't start the war, he did start it, and the bards didn't care so much, they only cared about who won and made their stories more exciting.

Baron Dias also liked to listen to the bards tell the story of the nobles' exploits on the lyre as if they were epics, but he did not want his family to be a supporting character in their stories.

"Boom!" Baron Dias punched the bedboard, and the complexity of the war and the disparity in strength gave him a headache.

"Let's hope Pyne can bring Carl with him soon." Baron Dias could only silently think that if they didn't arrive again, the Barony of Wilton would be in danger.