The seventeenth season battle

Soon the knights were exchanged for freedom by their families. Schwab did not do anything and let go of these reckless young men, but they buried their lingering memories of the Mark Legion deep in their hearts. At this time, the army of the Stedingshire nobles gathered together in the Fort Oshevido, and the flying flags of two thousand people almost covered the sky. In response to Schwab's rude treatment, the Steding nobles almost went out in full swing, and they brought their family knights to the Fort Oshevido.

"Sir, Baron Bank, the nobles suddenly became extremely united. It's really strange." Standing on the high wall of the castle and looking at the noisy noble troops in the camp outside, the masked knight said to Baron Bank.

"It's not surprising that the nobles of Steding were extremely xenophobic, but the Count still wanted to stimulate them. Ha, it's so stupid." Baron Bank did not wear a helmet, and was wearing a wide chain armor and a leather belt tightly tied around his fat waist. He looked at the nobles from his tiny eyes.

"Please don't underestimate your opponent." The masked Rider's figure is much taller than Baron Bank, he said in a worried voice.

"I think you know very well, that count." Baron Bank looked at the knight beside him curiously. The tall knight was rescued by him on his way to another province. When he rescued him, his injuries were surprisingly serious. His strong body was full of traces of burning by flames, and the chain armor on his body seemed to be torn apart. I really don't know how he survived.

"..." The masked Rider remained silent in the face of Baron Bank's inquiry. Baron Bank smiled and stopped asking.

"Oh, drive away the invaders." In the camp outside the castle, the knights wearing chain armor, giant helmets, and holding swords were loudly clamoring on the horse. They were inspired by their monarchs, and thus their companions were excited.

"How are you going to attack your opponent?" asked the masked Knight.

"Old solution, I believe he will not refuse to ask the other party to fight in the plains." Baron Bank said after showing a cunning smile. There is nothing to hide. Communication in this era is very backward, and it is usually difficult to find the other party's troops. Therefore, this seems very elegant practice of a battlefield. However, Baron Bank does not honestly duel like a gentleman. He has arranged other troops to hide outside the plains and will beat them all when the Steding nobles and Schwab are both defeated.

"Sir Baron, you may be disappointed. The opponent you face is different from the previous enemies." The masked Knight shook his head, thinking that Baron Bank's plan would fail, and Schwab's cunning was beyond Baron Bank's imagination.

"Hmph, let's see." Baron Bank snorted coldly without comment. The masked Knight knew that the Baron, who rarely encountered setbacks, would not listen, so he maintained his usual silence.

At noon on this day, the army of the Stededin nobles set off. The knights and nobles rode high-headed horses and walked in the forefront of the team. The light infantry held the nobles' flags and arranged in a crooked team in the middle. At the end were the servants of the nobles and the so-called "prostitute" troops who managed the logistics. The nobles' troops slowly advanced to the predetermined location, because the nobles' parliament had sent an envoy to fight with Schwab. If Schwab came by, he would do a big fight. If Schwab did not come, he would attack Muzhai directly. The nobles believed that the troops that did not dare to fight would decline. It would be easy to capture Muzhai, but would Schwab make them do what they wanted?

"I am the representative of the Stedetin Council of the Stedetin Council," stood in front of Schwab a messenger with a cloak, and the messenger said in a humble and arrogant manner before Schwab.

"Why did you come?" Schwab said to the young messenger.

"The Council heard your request for rule over Stockingtonshire, so we made an appointment with you to fight here to decide the future of Stockingtonshire." The messenger took out a piece of parchment from his arms, and painted the place of the battle with Schwab, and attached the time.

"Very good, you can leave after you put it down." Schwab looked at the parchment on the wooden table in front of him and said to the messenger. The messenger knew that he had completed the task, and bowed and left the Muzhai stationed on the border.

"Sir Earl, this may be a trap," Sir Coro warned.

"But if we don't go, we will probably be ridiculed by the nobles of Stettin." Sir Liugudi made another suggestion, and Schwab remained silent after hearing their words, thinking about how to deal with the enemy while defeating them.

"Sir Koro went to scout, where did the nobles go?" Schwab asked suddenly, because he suddenly thought of a wonderful idea, but it was very risky.

"Yes, Lord Earl." Sir Koro stood up and walked out of the tent to summon his Husar cavalry to carry out Schwab's orders.

"Sir Liugudi, let the troops gather together, and we go to find the Stededin nobles." Schwab stood up and ordered.

This small plain in Stockingshire was now rendered by the lively army. The weeds on the grass were green in spring, and unknown wild flowers grew in the grass. The fragrant fragrance of flowers floated throughout the small plain. The nobles of Stockingshire sat on the ground. Their servants and servants took off their armor and then sent them water and food. The war horses were carefully cared for, while the light infantry sat around in a mess. At this time, the nobles' army was like a group of people coming for a walk.

"Why haven't you come yet? That tyrant isn't afraid." A nobleman raised his face and looked at the sun in the sky. At this time, the sun was already slanting westward, and the enemy on the opposite side had not arrived yet.

"Dongdong~~~" Suddenly, the sound of a small drum came from behind the hill opposite. With the sound of the drum beats, the nobles and their soldiers saw a moving forest gradually coming from behind the hills. When they saw clearly, they realized that it was not a forest, but a group of soldiers holding super spears. They arranged in an orderly manner and slowly moved to the opposite side of the battlefield amid the drum beats by the drum beats by the drum beats of the drums. When the last drum beats, the entire spear formation remained unmoved, and the nobles looked at the opposite side in surprise.

"Damn it, gather the troops." A middle-aged nobleman in the noble army who had experienced war quickly threw away the skin in his hands and ordered his servants to wear armor for him. In his turmoil, the other people reacted. In a panic, the troops finally gathered together and arranged in a loose line.
Chapter completed!