"Now, please enter the teams on both sides!" The commemoration officer shouted loudly to both sides.

"Ha!" A private soldier who couldn't wait to support his segmented helmet and hat. Before the royal soldiers next to him came to open the door, he directly supported the closed movable fence and blocked it.

"Myers, don't worry, the enemy will not escape at the last minute. You will be able to kill you later!" Baron Reginold knew his subordinate's impatient attitude, and his lips curled up slightly, expressing his appreciation for the young man's eagerness to achieve success.

In addition to the half-yellow and half-green fuzzy grass, there were also some fragments of stones and tree stumps on the huge competition venue. It seemed that in order to level the royal family in this venue, many trees have been put down here.

As the game was about to begin, the blood in everyone's body was gradually heating up. Among the civilian audience, some farmers and businessmen who felt the heat even took off their shirts and cheered happily to the team they supported with bare shirts.

Ernest's men on the opposite side seemed calm and rational. They waited for the royal soldiers to pull out all the heavy movable fences on their side before entering the venue with steady steps.

"cut!"

Some martial mercenaries and witzis heard this and booed disdainfully. At this time, Western Europeans generally believed that an army that was noisy and unruly inconsistent was often more combat-effective than an army with neat and orderly appearance. Perhaps this was the result of the barbarian storm that year.

"I think Baron Reginold's men's men won a little better. Look at his men's men's men's men's men's men's men's men were like wild horses," said a chubby businessman from the crowded and noisy civilian audience next to the venue, carefully whispering a hard black strip of meat from his palm and chewed it hard, and said to a potter who was still stuck with dry clay, "And Baron Ernest's men were as obedient as the lamb in the sheepfold. Did they just come back from a defeat?"

"I don't know, maybe there is a silent lion hidden under the weak sheepskin." The elderly potter used his old hand to stick to mud to touch his stubble chin, squinted his eyes and looked at the two teams that had entered the field.

"Hey look, gentlemen, do you want to bet? If you take ten copper coins to Baron Ernest to win, if he loses, the copper coins belong to our dealer, but if he wins, you will get twelve copper coins. On the contrary, if Baron Reginold is the same copper coins, if he wins, you can get fifteen copper coins back!"

Among the civilian audience, a smart young man in a brown linen robe spoke loudly in the crowd under the protection of several fierce thugs wearing leather armor, holding short axes and hammers.

Some citizens with spare money walked up to them curiously, touched their heads and thought for a while, then took out their purse and took out their copper coins to tell the young people who they were going to be custod and the amount they were going to be custod.

After the thug behind the young man collects the money, he will draw different simple letters on the linen rags with special marks to represent their bet teams. Then he writes the amount of bettors on the rags, and then hand the rags to the person who finished the bet.

"Hey, just because of fame, is Baron Reginold's odds so high? I don't think that the bear from Frankenia will definitely surprise you all," said the fat businessman chewing the meat strips indignantly, counting twenty copper coins from his purse, handing them to the thick thug with a big purse, and saying to the young man, "I think your dealer is simply doing charity to give us money! Come on, I want to stake twenty copper coins to bet Baron Reginold's win!"

"Okay sir!" The young man squatting on the ground quickly dipped in an ink bottle, took out a piece of rag from a large cloth bag on the grass, wrote the initial letter "r" of Baron Reginold's name, and then used Latin numbers to draw two "x" under "r" to represent twenty, and then handed the rag to the fat merchant.

The same scene takes place in every corner of the civilian audience. Whether those people want to earn more out of greed or firmly believe in Reginaud's strength, in general, Baron Abreginaud won more.

"Simon, let's have a gamble too?" Reggel said as he waved to his servant. When the young servant saw it, he immediately passed through the crowded crowd and ran towards the wooden stands.

"I think it's OK." Simon nodded and waved to the fat man.

After Reger's servants and the fat man came to the wooden stands together, Simon and Reger each took out some Transnier silver coins and handed them to them, and gave them some instructions.

"It seems we are thinking the same." Looking at the backs of the little servant and the fat man who were leaving with the money, Rejel immediately turned his head and smiled at Simon.

"Heroes have similar views."

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An ant crawled in the forest made of grass, looking for the food their tribe needed for wintering. The ant crawled onto a piece of gravel, and smelled the scent of oil stains on it and found some scattered black bread crumbs, which seemed to be left by workers who came to level the site not long ago.

The ant bit a small piece of bread crumbs and was about to leave the gravel, the stone suddenly took off, wrapping this innocent little life, which was not known to be life or death, and smashing into the grass not far away.

"These damn stones," a Reginold private soldier muttered, kicking the stone at his feet towards the edge of the field. "If it's fierce and I slipped on the stone after a while."

"Think about it from another angle, maybe your opponent tripped by a stone?" The private soldier with a good face next to him smiled, and his plump apple muscles looked like two eggs on his face.

"Come on your spirits, kill them in a while, let the arrogant Ernest become history and our stepping stone!" Baron Reginold shouted loudly at his subordinates.

"Drink!" Every Reginard's private soldiers let out a thick, sharp or hysterical roar, responding to Baron Reginard's puffing in spirit.

On the other hand, Baron Ernest's side, his subordinates silently pulled out his sword from the scabbard, skillfully took off his axe and mace from his waist, and raised his head to look down on the soldiers of Baron Reginold, who looked like a beast opposite. The strong contempt and disdain almost made Baron Reginold's sky cover angry.

"We are usually pious and self-abiding, restrain ourselves from doing everything that God does not like, despise all evil deeds and sins that God believes, protect the weak, expel pagans, and uphold justice. I won't say more, everyone understands it. I believe that God must be on our side. God bless you!" Baron Ernest's voice was not loud, but it was enough to mobilize the passion and blood in the hearts of every subordinate.

"God bless!" Ernest's men shouted in their best voices.

In a breeze, Ernest's burqa and mail shirts were all blown, but their arms, holding hands and steadily steps on the ground were as firm as the old pine trees on the cliffs.

"Kill them all!" With Baron Reginald's shout, he and his men roared towards the Ernest soldiers standing in a row. At only twenty people, they actually felt a sense of suffocation of hundreds of people shouting to kill and suppress the formation. Both the nobles and the civilians were already shocked by the aura of arrogance.

In the audience, the Duke of Frankenia, who was accompanying the king, showed a smug smile and glanced at the Duke of Bavaria who stared at the competition venue with a serious expression on his face.

"My God, it's worthy of being the Frankenian bear. Baron Ernest is in danger!" The old potter who had been as calm as a rock among the civilian audience was shocked by the solemn aura of the soldiers under Reginard, and his throat tightened. He felt his legs weak and then a urge to urinate, and even breathed a little difficult.

The old potter couldn't help but imagine that if he was a soldier who had met Baron Reginald on the battlefield, even if he was wearing solid chain mail, he would encounter such a group of crazy crazy people who were angry at Changhong's charge, and he would probably have a sudden break. Then he threw down his weapon and turned around and wanted his parents to escape backwards as if they had less legs.

Compared to the civilians who were scared and trembling, Baron Ernest and his men seemed more calm and calm. They took a deep breath and rushed towards Baron Reginold's team.
Chapter completed!