In the cloudy battlefield, two chiefs and one of the Great Chieftains of the Great Emirate of Fort Carmel gathered here, the armies of both sides were stationed, and more than a thousand troops were mighty, once the battle began, it would be purgatory.

The Great Chief of Fort Carmel could have used more than a thousand people, and although he won a great battle with the old Earl of Lens, he also killed two or three hundred people, which was a great price.

As for the other two chiefs of the Great Emirate of Fort Carmel, the number available is even less.

"Second brother, where are the Dillmans you are talking about, why haven't I seen their army!" The third child frowned.

"I've seen them, their army hasn't fully arrived yet, but it's almost there, and it's also a good force." Chief Dortmund shrugged.

"Where? How many people are there? The third child was a little unconvinced.

"In the distance on the side, at least not with us, third brother, you are also the chief of Fort Norma, think about it, if those Dillmans help us openly, what kind of trouble will it cause, they are not many, only fifty people, but I have seen that there are ten heavy cavalry, led by a knight, and the rest are also some armored subordinates, which is good." Chief Dortmund patted Chief Norma on the shoulder.

"Ten heavy cavalry and forty servants? That's a lot of strength, and it's incredible that a knight can come up with such a powerful force. Chief Norma couldn't help but sigh.

The charge of ten heavy cavalry was definitely one to ten, and in an age when the army was mostly conscripted farmers, a charge could scare most people, let alone fight it.

"This is indeed a powerful nobleman, but that's about it." Chief Dortmund didn't care, for for him, it would only take some effort to eliminate such a nobleman.

"And when are they going to move?" Chief Normaburg asked again.

"Oh, cunning fellows, they won't charge on the flanks until we fight Lopur first." Chief Dortmund gritted his teeth, his plan to let those nobles consume the enemy's strength was undoubtedly in vain.

"Is that so...... Are we really going to fight Lopur? "Chief Normaburg hesitated, he had only thought that this was just a large-scale confrontation, at most a skirmish, but now it seemed that the situation had changed somewhat.

"Why not, my brother, we have nearly seventy warriors united, even more than fifty on the battlefield now, plus ten heavy cavalry of the Diermans, we will not be inferior to that kid of Loper, you must know that the warriors he can call now are estimated to be sixty or seventy in total." Chief Dortmund's eyes flashed with ambition.

"You...... You're crazy! That's not what you said before, we're not here to fight! "Chief Normaburg was breathing a little shorter.

"My brother, this is an opportunity, and there is no better opportunity, I never thought that the Diarman nobleman could come up with so many mounted cavalry, but now ......"

"That guy Lopur definitely didn't expect this, he wouldn't have known that we had invited those idiots, and he wouldn't have known that those idiots had such a strong strength, which means that he was completely wrong in his estimation of our strength, as long as we seize the opportunity, then we can't lose! Once we succeeded, we never had to worry about dying at his hands again. "Chief Dortmund is very persuasive, and he knows that this brother is easily shaken.

"Okay...... You're right, I hope you're right. Sure enough, Chief Normaburg's tone softened, and Chief Dortmund's words moved him.

At the same time, there was a discussion on the side of Lopper, and the top brass of Fort Carmel in the simple tent were all gathered together, looking at the map on the table, which the old chief had ordered to draw during his lifetime.

"Generals, my brothers have gathered together to put the Great Emirate in danger, and I, as the Grand Chief of the Great Emirate of Fort Carmel, have an obligation to quell their rebellion, but their strength should not be underestimated, do you have any good advice?" Pople tried to keep his tone as calm and dignified as possible, so that the old man of Fort Carmel would be more comfortable and not disobedient to him.

In fact, his worries were unwarranted, and since his victory in the war with the old Earl of Lens, his authority was unquestionable.

"You are the only Great Chief of the Great Emirate, we can directly attack those rebels, they will not be our opponents!"

"Maybe we can consider an ambush or something......"

Lopur looked at the warriors who were talking under his hands, and nodded with satisfaction, in his opinion, there should be no surprises in this war.

He couldn't lose, how could he, who had mastered the elite power of Fort Carmel, lose to his two younger brothers?

His eyes are blazing, the flag of the Great Emirate of Fort Carmel is unfurling, and he will be bathed in this glory!

……

"They're going to fight."

Sylvia stood on a high place and looked out, although he could only see a forest, but with his instincts of years of being a mercenary, he could still feel the slaughter emanating from the air.

The birds were silent, and the large-scale convergence of humans had already scared away the elves of the forest, and the whole forest was in a state of silence to the point of frightening.

The red cross flag on a white background was fixed on the horse under his crotch, it was the flag of Hagrid's regiment, and all of them would follow it, and wherever the flag was, they would rush to it, like a sword in Karl's hand.

"Chief, those aliens have just come to urge us to attack again, ha, I really want to shoot them to death, the way they pray to their so-called gods makes me sick, presumably their gods love barbarism and killing." A big blond man walked over and said with a look of disgust.

"I'll say Rook again, call me Sir or Captain!" Sylvia said dissatisfied.

Rook is an old man who followed him when he was a mercenary, and they are very familiar with each other, and the title of this leader is also left over from that time, and he is one of the few people who has not changed his title.

"Ha, I almost forgot that the leader is also a nobleman now, okay Lord Sir." Rook shook his blond hair and let out a gruff laugh.

"Let Leif send them away, telling them that we are still waiting for the arrival of other soldiers and that we will attack soon."

Sylvia wasn't worried that Leif would leak their plans to the aliens, because even this force, no one except him Sylvia knew what the real purpose was or what it was going to do, they only knew to follow the banner.

In fact, in the past few days, people have often asked him who they are fighting for, why they are here to fight against those Flos, and he has been sent away.

"Alright, Lord Sir, I'll listen to you." Rook didn't ask much, the years of getting along with him let him know the character of his leader, and the knighthood would make him a nobleman, but it would not let him get rid of that wildness.

"In a few days, Lord Sir should have almost arrived in Dortmund......" Sylvia lowered her eyes, and couldn't help but think that for this time, Selde Manor could be said to have poured out, and Karl had rarely mobilized all the troops he could, even bringing the Knights of St. John's with him.

Of course, he didn't explain much to the Knights of St. John, but told them that they were going to wage war against the infidels, to take the land from them, and spread the gospel of the Lord to the more distant lands, much to the excitement of the religious knights.

In this way, Karl's men gathered twenty-four religious knights, which was already all the knights that the Knights of St. John could take out, after all, the Knights of St. John were not too powerful knights, but just a knight that had just reached the standard of twenty-four.

Combined with the conscripted farmers, the servants of the Knights of St. John, and the strength of Sylde Manor, the infantry has reached nearly four hundred, which can fight a skirmish with a little count, after all, not every count can come up with a standard fifty knights!

A standard baron is nothing more than twelve knights, this is the power of the church, even if it is an ordinary knight order, the number of knights he can provide is far from being comparable to the average noble.

And with so many forces dispatched, it can be said that once he fails, then Karl will go bankrupt, or even the entire territory will be completely abolished, so he is not allowed to fail, and Sylvia naturally does not want Carl to fail, he is Carl's knight of the inner house, and Carl, and the Dias family can be described as a glory and a loss.

And his task is also very heavy, not only to make those aliens feel that their side is indeed preparing for battle, but also to delay as much time as possible.

He was unable to influence the side of Fort Carmel, so he could only drag the side of the chiefs of Dortmund and Fort Norma as much as possible in order to slow down the progress of the war.

And he also has a task, which is to make this force withdraw as safely as possible, which is why Karl is even willing to hand over all ten mounted cavalry to him, and it is relatively easy for the heavy cavalry to retreat.

"But what the hell is Lord Sir, that slimy thing......" Sylvia frowned again, he couldn't help but think of the large vats of black, viscous and foul-smelling liquid that Carl had spent so much effort to make, the smell made him sick, and Karl was mysterious about it, saying only that it was a magic weapon that could win.

Although he was puzzled, he didn't ask too much, he believed in his own adulthood, and just hoped that the title of "Karl the Miracle" would still play his role this time.