"Hahaha, you let Crave's knight go like that." Ifu held his stomach and burst into tears. He bent over and couldn't stand up for a long time, while Arod sat on the ale barrel next to the tent with a depressed look on his face.

"I don't know what the other party meant to offer a sword." Aruod frowned and muttered in a low voice. He lost more than a dozen pairs of armor and war horses in vain, which was no less than a lottery ticket worth more than ten thousand yuan.

"It would be a big loss to let the Knights of Craves go, but Arud, you have used light infantry to resist the attack of the Knights this time, and it must have left a good impression in Sir Eble's heart, which is also a good thing." Sir Wendell opened his tent and walked out from inside. He was as surprised as others, but Arud had been surprised since he fell off his horse, often creating miracles, allowing him to accept this fact quickly.

"What the hell did you do? Although I can defeat those Krave knights, I have to lead at least half of them." Yifu stepped forward and put his strong arms around Arude's neck, and squeezed them hard, almost suffocating Arude. Arude hurriedly tried his best to get rid of it.

"Yeah." Seeing his two sons having a very good relationship, the Wendell Knight was very pleased. At this time, a servant riding a horse came to the Wendell family's tent with a torch from the dark night.

"Is it the tent of the Wendell family?" The attendant was one of Sir Eble's personal attendants. Arod had seen him beside Sir Eble, so he quickly stopped fighting with Iff.

"Yes, is there anything?" Arod stepped forward and grabbed the reins of the attendant's horse under his crotch, raised his head and asked Sir Eble's personal attendant.

"Oh, is it Lord Arod? Sir Eble is looking for you, come with me." The attendant shook it with a torch. Seeing that it was Arod who grabbed his horse's reins, he turned his head and adjusted his direction when he came, and said to Arod.

"Go to see Sir Eble?" Arod lowered his head and thought for a while. Perhaps the Sir wanted to understand Mrs. Clay's military strength. He thought so, saying goodbye to his father and brother and following the servant.

"Arude is going to make a fortune." Yifu looked at Arude's back with his waist, and an indescribable feeling surged into his heart, but he shook his head and put this unpleasant feeling behind his head.

"Arod is a member of the Wendell family, and as a family we should support him." Sir Wendell said, patting his eldest son on the shoulder.

The night came on this Europa continent. In ancient times, the night was unable to see any fingers. Aroud could hardly see anything except the light from the torch in the servant's hand. After walking a while, he entered Sir Eble's camp. The tents of fifty knights surrounded Sir Eble's large tent. The various colorful triangular flags of the knights fluttered in the night wind, and the bonfire lit the tongs with cooking food on it, exuding the aroma of meat.

"Here, please come in." The attendant unveiled the tent and suddenly a knight in a chain mail came out from it. Arod looked closely and saw that it was Knight Stan.

"Hmph." Knight Stan also saw Aruod the moment he walked out of the tent. His face showed a look of disgust and jealousy, but this time he did not take any other action. He just knocked Aruod's shoulder and left.

"Ah, Arod, come in." Sir Eble was holding a silver cup in the tent, which contained the ale from Wendell's house. This slightly bitter wine was not actually Sir Eble's favorite wine. His favorite was wine from Burgundy, but he didn't care about it during the march and war. It was good to have a wine that quenched thirst.

"Yes, Lord Eble." Arod quickly lowered his head and walked into the tent. A young servant handed him a silver cup, and picked up a copper pot with a slender and pointed mouth, filling him with ale.

The two of them were drinking with wine glasses in the slightly dim tent. In the tent, there were two close servants, except for Arod, who were wearing square shirts and printed with Duke Mason's family heraldry. There were no chairs in the tent except a wooden table. The floor was covered with wool carpets for moisture. There were some pillow-like cushions on the carpet. There was a wooden shelf hanging on it with Sir Eble's chain mail and a heraldic shield. Sir Eble was wearing his white linen shirt and trousers in the tent, and a beautiful ruby-set silver cross on his neck.

"Mr. Arod congratulate you, your reputation for defeating the Knights of Crave has spread. If we can defeat the Duke of Saxony, I will definitely let my father sign you a knight." Sir Eble held the wine glass and exclaimed to Arod. You must know that letting Arod resist the Knights of Crave was completely helpless by his inner-domestic knights. It was impossible to use light infantry to block the Knights of Crave with light infantry. It was meaningless except to delay a little time. Sir Eble even thought Arod would definitely be captured by the Knights of Crave. In that case, he planned to privately support the Wendel family to redeem Arod, but he did not expect Arod to do it. He led a group of farmers to beat the Knights of Crave to pieces.

"This is just a lucky chance. If there is another time, I will never do this again." Arod shrugged his shoulders. What he said was the truth. The heavy cavalry's carriage-ramp charge was very terrible. Only those who had faced it once could understand that without the resistance of the carriage array, only one carriage-ramp charge would be needed, and the light infantry he brought would lose one-third of the light infantry. The armor on the light infantry was not enough to resist the sharp sprint of the carriage-ramp. The collision of the war horse under the knight's crotch was no less than the impact of a jeep driving at full speed. The spear in the hands of the light infantry was too short to stop the knight's charge. It required a longer spear, just as the Scots or the Swiss used.

"You are too modest, but it is a bit reckless to let Knight Crave go. You should ask for my opinion. This is not an offense, but we have to be careful when we are in the enemy country." Sir Eble waved his hand to signal Arod to sit down with him, and relaxed a lot in the soft cushion. This conversation would not be like a relationship between superiors and subordinates, but a chat between friends. This is also the charm of Sir Eble to successfully win over a group of knights.

"Yes, I'm sorry, sir, this is why I didn't think enough." Aruod had to admit that he really didn't expect that he was a otakus and these real nobles who had been dealing with politics since childhood.

"It's okay, we're about to cross the border of Crave anyway. I really want to see what expressions does the Duke of Saxony find that there are two more troops behind him?" Sir Eble raised his head and drank the wine in the cup. He was in a good mood and felt that the slightly bitter ale was also a different taste. At this moment, the sound of weapons colliding and the noise of people and horses came from outside the tent. Sir Eble immediately became alert. The personal servant beside him immediately handed over the sword. Another servant walked to the wooden rack with a chain mail to take off the chain mail at any time.

"What's going on?" Arod followed Sir Eble out of the tent. They saw that outside the camp, the knights of the inner palace were fighting with, and the two sides were already tensely confronting each other.

"It was the enemy attack, and Knight Crave found our camp." A knight in the inner palace rushed over. He saw Sir Eble standing outside the tent with his sword in his arms, and quickly reported to the Sir.

"Knights of Crave, weren't they just defeated? Are they here to take revenge so soon?" Sir Eble subconsciously looked at Arod with his eyes. This made Arod blush. Why did he just release these Knights of Crave and then come to the door? This is simply slapping himself in the face.

"Please let me go and see, sir." Aruod was also a little angry. Do you really think he dare not kill anyone? If these shameless guys dare to do whatever he wants, he must have killed these Knights of Crave who went back on his word.

"Let's go together." Sir Eble pondered for a moment and said to Arod, and he also felt very strange that the knights attached great importance to reputation. Unless it was the order of the monarch, it would be impossible to do such a backlash.

"Damn Mrs. Clay, if you want to fight, what does it mean?" Arod and Sir Eble saw that Knight Stan led the inner knights to confront the Knights outside the camp. When they tried to go forward, Knight Clay turned his horse's head back. Knight Stan was afraid of ambushing and had to stop. But as soon as he returned to the camp with the inner knights, Knight Clay appeared outside the camp again. Knight Stan was so angry that he cursed.

"We want to meet Lord Arod," shouted someone among the Knights of Crave.

"Who is looking for me?" Aruod came out in the camp. He raised a torch and shook it so that the other party could see his face.
Chapter completed!