The victory of this battle can be said to have won a lot of confusion.

If we follow the actual combat effectiveness, the Southern Knights are indeed weaker than the Northern Knights. Although the number is thirty or forty, Count William's Cavaliers may not be at a disadvantage. The worst case is just a draw.

However, in this war, an unexpected variable appeared. This variable exhausted more than a dozen knights of Count William. In the end, Earl Lauzits picked up a bargain. After being captured, Count William could only cut off three baron fiefs near the Rhodes from his territory, and secretly vowed to take back these three fiefs in the future!

Earl Lauziz laughed loudly. For many years, the Southern faction, which has never had an advantage in force, has beaten the northerners so hard today. It's so satisfying, so happy!

Earl Lauziz, who had three more barons, quickly enfeoffed his two second sons and a loyal subordinate to the three new territories after receiving these three territories.

Of course, Count Lauziz did not treat them unfairly to the twelve barons who followed him. Each of them gave a lot of bounties and gave each baron 15 knight spots, so that the barons who lost many knights in this war could not only fill their own knight teams after they returned, but also expand a few more - as long as the territory of these barons could be enfeoffed so many fiefs.

"Dear Count, I don't want the reward of bounty, I want to be a noble knight!"

In the big tent, Zhou Ming knelt down on one knee and said to Earl Lauziz, who was eagerly facing the head.

Earl Lauziz was very impressed by the "farmer" who performed particularly well on the battlefield. After summoning him specifically and asking him what reward he wanted, Zhou Ming said.

"Young man, I'm very surprised by your loyalty and courage, but to be a knight, it's not enough to have these. Can you pass the assessment of becoming a knight and get the Knight Medal?"

Becoming a knight is not as simple as a verbal sentence. Knights in any territory must pass the martial arts assessment of the King Capital Knight Academy in order to obtain knight certification.

These assessments include riding, swordsmanship, guns, bows, etc. After passing the assessment of these martial arts projects, you can serve the king as an apprentice knight for two years. Only after the service period is over, you can be awarded the Knight Medal and become a formal knight.

Of course, this also requires an important premise: anyone who wants to become a knight must be a nobleman.

With this premise, Zhou Ming, who is the "Son of the Farmer", continued to defeat him.

"Dear Count, I will pass these assessments through hard work, please give me such an opportunity!"

Zhou Ming knew that there was another way to change his destiny, that is, the "recommendation letter" of the Earl. There were very few places for this kind of "recommendation letter" and each Earl only had ten per year. If Count Lauziz was willing to give him a recommended place, even if he was the son of the farmer and a professor at the Knights College of the Kings, he would give him a chance to enroll for the sake of Count Lauziz.

"Child, you have great potential, but you are too old and have missed the best time to become a knight. Go back with this bag of gold coins, go back to get married and have children, and spend your life peacefully and wealthy. This is what you deserve most."

Earl Lauziz shook his head and threw a purse in front of Zhou Ming. The coins made a crisp sound in the bag, but Zhou Ming's eyes were dull. After a while, he picked up the purse and left the tent sadly.

Baron Connor, who had been saved by Zhou Ming and was seriously injured, learned about this from the talk of the knight, and called Zhou Ming over and comforted him.

"Child, I see your talent and hard work. If you are willing to stay in Glen, I can hand over all the manors outside the castle to you. If you want to assist Donnie and go out with him, then study with Bachelor Ellen. Perhaps in the future, you can also become a respected bachelor."

Baron Connor gave Zhou Ming two choices, which were the two best choices he could give Zhou Ming. No matter how many, he couldn't give them.

"Thank you, Lord Baron. If it's possible, I'll stick to my dreams. If not, I'll do something that I'm good at."

Zhou Ming did not give a clear answer. Just like this war, even he unexpectedly did not expect that his somewhat crazy behavior would bring him a reward of 100 gold coins. What if he played a greater role in a certain war?

Wealth and honor are in danger. In this world of frequent wars, there may be many opportunities waiting for me in the wild, right?

Zhou Ming had just moved some thoughts that made him eager to try, and the next question with a provocative meaning disrupted his thoughts.

"Boy, you are just like a chubby physique and want to be a noble knight? You didn't dream of not waking up yet at night, right?"

A scar-faced knight appeared in front of him at some point, with a smell of alcohol all over his body, his face was ugly and abominable, and his mouth was even more noisy.

A trace of greed appeared in the eyes of the scarfaced knight, and he stared at the bag tied to his waist and said, "Boy, I heard that you have made contributions on the battlefield. Lord Earl gave you a lot of rewards? Just be aware of it and give me that bag! The little you made is an insult to our knights. Do you still want to put the money you get from insulting the knights into your own pocket?"

Scarface's words attracted unanimous approval from several knights around him, and they all asked Zhou Ming to hand over the money.

"Fernandi, teach this lowly boy a lesson. How can we let such lowly things blaspheme the dignity of our knights be allowed to blaspheme?"

"Boy, be honest and hand over the money. When the old man is happy to drink, he may not cause trouble for you."

"Lian, you'd better take out the 200 gold coins in your pocket. Please ask these knights to have a drink, and they will let you go!" At some point, the fat baum stood behind the group of knights and said in an instigative tone.

"Good guy, you can consider killing this little guy for 200 gold coins..." Someone's eyes lit up and he said in his heart.

Seeing these knights getting closer and closer to him, Zhou Ming felt a sudden slap in his heart. It was another disaster caused by money. It seemed that this matter would not be good today.

However, he still had no expression on his face, "So, do you want to rob, noble Knight?"

Hearing the word robbery, Fenandi felt angry, and sniffed out a sip of alcohol, grabbed Zhou Ming's collar and said, "Boy! Don't give me some verbal skills, be honest! Take out all the money you have on you!"

"What if I don't take it?" Zhou Ming asked.

"hehe!"

Fernandi laughed furiously and wanted to draw his sword and kill the boy in front of him immediately, but so many people were present... he still said a little angrily: "Boy, I will give you a chance to not take it! We will hold a one-on-one competition. If you win, the money will belong to you, and if I win..."

"The money belongs to you?" Zhou Ming answered.

"The answer is correct! Boy."

"But you are a knight, I am just a farmer, is that fair?"

"Hey! I want to compete with this kid. Are you talking about fairness?" Fernandi asked loudly.

"Fair! Very fair!" Everyone around answered in unison, especially with the strongest voice of the fat Baum.

"Okay! I'll compete with you."

Zhou Ming took off his coat and threw the purse on the ox cart. When the purse was loose, a golden light spread out. The onlookers around him exclaimed, "There are so many gold coins!" He turned around and was furious. This damn boy had so much money hidden on his body, but he didn't invite them to have a drink!"

After a while, Zhou Ming took over his spear that had killed seventeen farmers and wiped the dried blood on it with a linen cloth.

Knight Fernandi, however, was full of heavy armor and rode his own war horse over.

"Fernandi, if you are riding a horse over with such a boy, you are too despicable to be a knight?" An acquaintance of Knight Fernandi exclaimed in the crowd.

Fernandi, who was riding a war horse, smiled cruelly and said, "Look at it all! See how I stepped on this kid into meat paste and chopped it into pieces! Today, I want to use this kid's death to prove how powerful we knights are!"

"Good words!" "Good Fernandi!" "Fernandi, for the glory of the knight, crush this kid!"

Everyone applauded, looking forward to it, and wanted to see how this annoying farmer boy was crushed by Fernandi.

A flat open area.

A distance of about twenty meters, one man and one riding against each other.

"Boy, let me die!"

At the beginning of the competition, Fernandi, who was eager to crush the farmer boy opposite, instigated a war horse, waved his long sword, and rushed towards Zhou Ming.

Looking at the high-speed war horses getting closer and closer, Zhou Ming did not choose to resist the impact force coming from the pavement, but put the spear in his hand aside, lowered his head and rolled on the ground, avoiding the fatal blow that would definitely bring death.

A charge.

Two charges.

Charges multiple times.

The cautious Zhou Ming was hiding over ten consecutive charges and was avoided by the cautious Zhou Ming.

"Damn kid, don't run away if you have the will. Let the uncle cut you a sword!" Fernandi, who was furious, waved his sword and roared.

Zhou Ming, who was not anxious and slow, flexibly avoided the attack and sneered in his heart: I'm a fool when I stand and ask you to chop it up.

More than 30 war horses charged forward, but Fernandi still failed to hit Zhou Ming once. Instead, he panted and sweated profusely. He felt that the armor on his body was getting heavier and heavier.

"It's almost done..."

Looking at the war horse that was rushing towards him slowly, the knight who was slow to react because of alcohol... Zhou Ming picked up the spear that he had just put on the ground, adjusted his breathing frequency, and stared at the eyes on the part of Fernandi's face without a protective mask.

"Boy, you finally won't hide this time, go to death for me!"

Seeing Zhou Ming standing still without moving, Fernandi was overjoyed, excitedly raised the sword in his hand, and slashed down again!

However, before I could see the boy below turning into two halves, a black shadow penetrated into his eye sockets like a poisonous snake, followed by a severe pain, and then, he fell into deep darkness.

"Boom~!"
Chapter completed!