In the puzzled eyes of the audience, the two sides slowly withdrew from the iron gates in their respective directions.

Jeanne stepped forward, grabbed the reins of the "grapes" with a layer of fine sweat on her body, and asked curiously: "That Crown Prince Henry is very powerful?" ”

Lothar lifted his visor and breathed a sigh: "Whew-this guy is not bad, and I don't know what potions he has drunk, but it is estimated that his combat power is at least equivalent to that of Hans at level 20." ”

If it is an all-out attack on the battlefield, Lothar can solve Crown Prince Henry in three or two clicks, and the strength of pure flesh and blood is not enough to make up for the gap between mortals and wizards.

This is also the reason why Lothar has always been reluctant to allocate too many attribute points to strength.

"That's a quarter of Hans?"

Jeanne couldn't help but laugh and said, "Hans works hard, and you have to use it as a yardstick. ”

"How are we going to deal with him later?"

Lothar poured out the kettle that he had handed him, and although it was early autumn, he was still sweating from the battle under the scorching sun.

"It's good to show mercy to your subordinates, although you are not afraid, but one less enemy is better than one more. Also, don't show too much strength to protect the safety of our soldiers. ”

"I see."

Whether it is a knight's competition or a duel between knights in general, there is often a rule in the rules "no witchcraft shall be used", which is a rule that even in previous lives where witchcraft did not exist.

As for how to tell if the two sides of the duel used witchcraft.

Due to the fact that the vast majority of secular lords in this world have a very limited understanding of transcendent powers, and there is no more reliable way to detect them, they mostly use "common-sense judgments".

That is, you look like you're using witchcraft, and even if you're not using it, you're still using it.

Or, even if witchcraft is used, but the means are very hidden, naturally no one will say anything.

This is also the reason why Lothar did not involve Frigila and Cellinina in this duel.

Lothar looked at the soldiers under his command who had gathered around.

They all looked excited, and said gossips: "My lord, we have all seen it, you are really good at fighting, and that little prince has been suppressed by you the whole time." ”

"My lord, you must have released the water, it doesn't matter, we know, who let that little prince have a powerful father."

"Next, is it our turn to play?"

Lothar nodded, "That's right, our opponents are the Knights on Foot under the command of Crown Prince Henry and their attendants. The opponents are not easy to deal with, and many of them may have taken potions.

Of course, I firmly believe that you will never be weaker than them. ”

He paused slightly, and then said, "But this battle is not for me, we are only fighting for the Imperial Barcelissa as 'mercenaries', so you don't have to worry about the oath of allegiance to me and must participate." ”

"Ha, my lord, you don't have to say it, we all know what you want to say."

The flag bear-bearing cloaked in a bearskin cloak smiled happily: "This is the equivalent of Constantinople in New Rome, and I remember that fat senior named Titus Polo boasted every day that he had killed more than a dozen gladiators with his comrades in Rome, saying that it was the greatest honor in his life." ”

"Hahaha, we have more than a dozen enemies, and we have more than a dozen comrades."

"Your Excellency, you always bring us victory, and we believe this time will be the same."

Someone quickly added: "And it's not just victory. To tell the truth, my lord, we now have land, we have a manor, but we still lack a gentle and lovely wife, I am not afraid of your ridicule, I want to buy a Persian slave girl as a wife, I heard that they are both gentle and capable, but it is a little more expensive. ”

"The Imperial Barcelissa is much more generous than you, and our Eagle Banner Brigade is going to make a fortune this time, and when I go back, I can't envy those fools who are arrogant and always claim to be your personal guard."

Lothar was slightly stunned, after all, she was thinking too much.

He felt that soldiers loyal to him should not be allowed to sacrifice their lives in the arena for the pleasure of the Empress's bounty.

But in their eyes, this was an opportunity to win honor and make the name of the Eagle Banner Brigade resound throughout the Empire; It was also an opportunity to receive the reward promised by the Empress, equivalent to several months' salary.

Originally, they were all a group of Hebron veterans who stayed behind, and they never felt that their lives were too valuable.

Lothar smiled, "Then let's play." Flag bearer, raise the eagle flag. Let these self-righteous knights know that if there are no horses, they all fight on two legs, and they are only worthy of licking our boots. ”

"That's right, let those Germanic barbarians tremble under the banner of the eagle!"

"Phew, you idiot, my lordship and more than half of us are what you call Germanic barbarians."

The remaining veterans laughed, and they quickly lined up in a rectangular phalanx and walked towards the iron gate, which had not yet been closed.

"It's the Eagle Banner!"

"Imitations?"

"No, I don't know, it's too far away."

In the audience, some nobles wearing white toga robes stood up openly, if it weren't for the fact that they didn't hold the banner of "SPQR", many people would probably really mistake it for an ancient imperial legion, which had crossed the long river of time.

Even on the march, the Eagle Banner Brigade, which was still in order, quickly changed its formation after coming to the field, forming a rectangular phalanx arranged horizontally.

The black double-headed eagle cloak fluttered in the wind, and the red crown of the Empire was previously worn by at least an officer above the centurion, or a long-deposed Praetorian Guard.

On the other side, Crown Prince Henry also entered with his soldiers, a group of heavily armed foot knights in various colored burqas, and their attendants.

They were dressed in a variety of coats of arms, with the feathers of peacocks, swans and other birds stuck in their helmets, and they were loosely formed, some holding halberds or battle axes, and only the knights in the front row still used a combination of shields and knightly swords.

Lothar, Pranya, and Jeanne were scattered throughout the team.

He stood in the first row of the line, holding the reserve square shield of the Eagle Banner Brigade, holding it to his chest, and slowly marched forward with a hunched body.

The commander of the battle was not any of them, but the only centurion in the team who wore a red horizontal helmet.

He blew a sharp whistle and directed the phalanx to slowly move forward.

On the viewing platform.

Count Leopold said thoughtfully: "This is the phalanx of the ancient empire? I wonder if this is the army trained by the Count of Lothar, or the new army of your empire. ”

Anna asked rhetorically, "Are these two contradictory?" This is both a soldier of General Lothar and a warrior of the Empire. ”

There were many reasons for the empire's abandonment of the heavy infantry of the classical era, but mobility, was definitely the most important factor in it.

On a battlefield that increasingly relied on cavalry, heavily armoured and expensive sword and shield infantry would not be much more prominent than those who were inexpensive and spear-wielding consumables in their main business of "maintaining the front".

And they can't be like the heavy cavalry, at the right time, on the right battlefield, to attack the enemy's weakest point.

But these flaws are not flaws in the face of these just a group of dismounted heavy infantry in front of them.

"Lothar, remember our bet."

Crown Prince Henry held a half-sword in both hands and shouted to this side in high spirits.

In Lothar, he felt a great sense of frustration, and now, he only hoped that he relied on his father, and spent a lot of money to build a team, to destroy the group of bells and whistles on the opposite side.

With the flag waved down.

The knights on foot on the opposite side began to advance slowly, their swords, shields, battle axes, and hammers in their hands, and they pulled down their masks and barrel helmets like iron cans wrapped in tin sheets.

Their tactics were the same as those on horseback, with the same tight formations, first in small steps, and then charging when they were closer.

"Heavy Javelin!"

The centurion spat out the whistle in his mouth, and the phalanx, which had also been slowly moving forward, immediately stopped, and took out the heavier of the two javelins he carried with him, the heavier one and more suitable for armor-piercing.

"Put!"

Bang –

One by one, the powerful javelins were nailed into the shields of the knights in the front row, or into their bodies.

Heavily armed chain mail, capable of defending against arrows, but no match for this heavy javelin, it was easily torn through the defenses and nailed into their flesh and blood.

Even the shield was easily broken, either piercing into the arm of the knight behind it, or hanging on the shield, making the shield that was still usable immediately much heavier.

They had no choice but to discard the shields.

"Charge, rush forward, smash open the shells of those shrunken turtles!"

Crown Prince Henry was so angry that he scolded.

These knights on foot are the battle-hardened elites under his hands, and they are the most trusted and relied on team he has cultivated through potions, preparing him for the consolidation of the throne in the future.

As a result, several were lost in one photo.

In the face of the enemy's charge, the centurion shouted: "Tortoiseshell formation!" ”

The square shields in their hands immediately formed a tight phalanx, with only a pair of eyes and short swords like poisonous snakes waiting for an opportunity, ready to launch a surprise attack from the gap at any time.