The morning dew drips on the grass tips of the grass. This originally peaceful morning was broken by the iron horses. On the bank of a winding river, the two armies confronted each other hundreds of steps away. In the center where the two armies confronted each other, several nobles riding horses seemed to be negotiating. Behind the nobles, the leaders, were attendants holding their own family flags.

"Earl Berengal, I have long heard of your name, and your valor spread throughout the empire."

"Haha, this is all your praise, Lord Eble."

The negotiations were made here were Earl Berengal and Sir Eble. Earl Berengal wore an open helmet with a mask-like open mask. His dog-mouth helmet was usually used during battles. He was wearing a chain mail, and the outside of the chain mail was covered with a yellow and red garment with a large key pattern. His saddle was exquisitely crafted and inlaid with many gems and other things. The horse carrying the Count was carefully raised in the knight's stable in the manor in Hamburg County. Just by his outfit, you can see that it was the style of a great noble.

Sir Eble had long known that the negotiations with the Count not only redeem the dozens of knights he fell, but also a battlefield to compete with the other side for aristocratic style. However, in order to implement the plan to attack the Duke of Saxony, Sir Eble moved forward lightly, most of his luggage was kept in Duke Mason's place, and he wore ordinary chain mail for war use. The horses riding under his crotch were just casually brought. Isn't this a disadvantage? The young man was already competitive, so Sir Eble's face was a little unhappy.

"Let me discuss the exchange of captured knights." Earl Berengal felt secretly satisfied when he saw that he was better than Sir Eble in appearance, so he directly expressed the purpose of the negotiation.

"Hmph, how are the Count going to exchange?" Sir Eble rode on the horse, looked at the smug look of Earl Berengal, and looked over the Count to look at the army behind him. No matter where he looked, his side was at a disadvantage. Thinking of this, the Lord couldn't help but feel bored.

"How about one for two?" Earl Berengal smiled, and with the victor's pretentiousness, he said to Sir Eble.

"What? For one for two, Count, have you drunk too much today?" Sir Eble laughed in anger when he heard this. He turned his head and said with a smile to General Relf behind him.

"The Count must be joking with you." General Relf laughed and catered to Sir Eble. Earl Berengal wanted to redeem all the fifty knights he had captured. It was a good plan.

"I'm not kidding. As long as you agree, after exchanging the knights, I will give you a way for you and your knights and let you return to your territory. How about it?" Earl Berengal turned the head of the war horse under his crotch, dodged to the side, and stretched out his right hand gracefully, and said to Sir Eble.

"It's just me and my knights, what about my soldiers?" Sir Eble frowned. What is the Earl of Berengal planning to do to make himself lose his will to fight?

"Only you and your knights, others will pay the price for invading the Duke of Saxony's territory. I promise my request. Lord Sir Emble, this is a retreat with honor." Earl Berengal touched the two beards under his lips. These two neatly trimmed beards will be touched whenever the Count is proud. In the eyes of the Count, his victory is beyond doubt.

"Nonsense, what's the difference between surrender?" At this moment, Arod, holding a flag, stepped forward and said. He was wearing leather armor and holding a flag, and he was not noticeable, but as soon as he spoke, the gaze of Earl Berengal swept over.

"Well, is this your servant?" Earl Berengal was surprised. How dare a young servant who was catching a flag interject during the negotiations between the bigwigs, but Sir Eble did not stop him, and looked like a confidant adjutant of the Jazz.

"This is Sir Wendell's second son, my personal servant, and also a Roman military expert, and my strategic adviser Arod." Sir Eble stared at Earl Berengal in front of him, with a smug smile on his handsome face, and added many titles to Arod's name. Isn't a Roman military expert, strategic adviser, a follower with such a title also a way to show aristocratic style?

"Roman military expert? Strategic adviser?" Earl Berengal looked at the young servant beside Sir Eble, and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Is Sir Eble kidding? But this joke is very boring."

"Don't believe it? The fortifications made of trenches and pointed wooden stakes in front of you, and the knights who defeated you, were carried out according to Arod's plan. Of course, the night attack was done by my knights." Sir Eble did not want to lose face at this time. He tried his best to lift Arod out, just to let Count Berengal know that his subordinates had capable people, so don't underestimate me.

"Well, so that's how it is?" Earl Berengal's eyes narrowed. He looked at Arod up and down, looking at the young servant in front of him with a rosy complexion. He could not see anything strange except for his well-proportioned body. Arod saw Earl Berengal looking at him and smiled at the Earl, with a calm face and neither humble nor arrogant attitude, and he did not see the crampage of the great nobles at all. This surprised Earl Berengal.

"If you want to exchange prisoners of war, you must have one-on-one, how do you reply to the Count?" Sir Eble asked Earl Berengal on the plane.

"No, one for two, otherwise everything will be free." Earl Berengal would not be scared by Sir Eble's false intimidation. A little hairy child actually called a Roman military expert. Did he really regard himself as the master of Hamburg County and the monarch of two hundred knights as a fool? The military fortifications and the strategy of defeating his knights must have been done by the Nordic general behind Sir Eble, but he used a small servant to confuse himself. Thinking of this, he refused Sir Eble's suggestion with a stiff attitude.

"It seems we have not reached an agreement." Sir Eble sighed, it seemed that Earl Berengal did not believe what he said.

"Hmph, then you can only let God make a judgment on the battlefield." Earl Berengal turned his horse around, and the yellow wool cloak behind him fluttered in the wind. He returned to his army to represent the two sides. The negotiations on behalf of the two sides broke down. The soldiers prepared weapons one after another, and a fierce battle was inevitable.

"It seems that the Count does not believe that you are a Roman military expert at all. Is there any way to teach this cunning wolf a lesson?" Sir Eble shook his head, turned his horse's head and walked back, saying to Arod as he passed through the pointed stakes and trench fortifications.

"It's still the old way. Use fortifications to deal with the soldiers of Count Berengal, just to slightly change the order of the attack." Arod thought for a while, and he watched the carriage pushed forward as an obstacle in the camp. Several servants were struggling to push the heavy carriage forward with difficulty, and the round wheels of the carriage were pressing deep marks in the soil.

"Oh? What's the solution?" Sir Eble turned his body from the horse and asked Aruod curiously.

"Divide the light infantry into three groups, each group takes turns to resist the enemy's attack. When one group is tired, the other group will replace it, and the heavy infantry composed of knights will remain as reserve forces at the end."

"I have never heard of this kind of combat method before. Is this also the ancient Roman tactic?" Sir Eble asked curiously.

"Gu~~, that's right, this formation has a name called wheel battle, but to complete the command, the commander needs to have a very powerful commanding force. Otherwise, once the rhythm is disrupted, it may cause the entire front to collapse." Arod extended his right hand finger and pointed at Sir Eble and said.

"I understand, I will supervise the battle myself." Sir Eble knew that only when the commander stood on the front line with the soldiers could the soldiers fight with peace of mind without fear of being abandoned.

"Well, I will let the trumpeter of the trumpet and you have a good code. I will observe the enemy's movements at the high point. When you hear the code, you will exchange the soldiers' queues. At the same time, General Relf prepares the doctor and the water supply for the retired soldiers to rest and heal." Arod tried his best to search out the military knowledge left in his mind in his previous life. This was at the critical moment of life and death. Earl Berengal must have thought that he had captured half of Sir Eble's inner-domestic knights, which greatly reduced Sir Eble's army's strength. At this time, the hungry wolf will definitely not let them go and will launch a full-scale attack. Arod could only carefully calculate the effective investment of the enemy and us, and use the narrow terrain to deal with it. Fortunately, many military theories and knowledge at this time, these nobles knew more than they knew.

"Woo, wu~~~." Just as everything was arranged, a trumpet sound came from the opposite side. The soldiers of Count Berengal were arranged in a rectangular queue of five rows. They walked forward with their weapons for a few steps, and then stopped moving forward. Several people wearing monk robes walked out of the queue. They walked to the front of the queue and held up the cross, slowly advanced from the left to the right, muttering something, while the soldiers of Count Berengal were kneeling on one knee.
Chapter completed!