The sound of trumpets sounded, and the flags outside Schwarzburg were waving, representing the flags of various families fluttering in the wind. The noble family soldiers wearing leather armor and half-chainmail were lined up, waiting on the side of the nobles of their family, waiting for orders, but in addition to these noble family soldiers, they were recruiting light infantry.

The so-called recruitment of light infantry is a farmer from the lord's land. Most of the weapons they carried were their own farm tools, but a small number of them had the spoils of the last war, usually a relatively sharp rusty iron sword or a spear. These light infantry are certainly not as good as elite family warriors, but they are more powerful than the number of people, thus forming the main part of most medieval army.

"Boom~~." Just as the infantry formed a formation of phalanxes, dozens of knights wearing cover-type iron helmets, chain mail shirts, and riding tall horses passed by. The horse's hooves lifted up the soil on the ground and the dust rushed to the front row of infantry, but the infantry could only bear it silently.

"Hao, Hou, Hou." The knights came to the front flag. They stopped the reins of the horse and the horses were neighing.

"Damn it, when will we have to wait for that sissy?" The leader of the Knight had a falcon sculpture on his helmet. When he uncovered his mask, it was Sir Buckhouse.

"Calm down, be patient, my friend." Baron Hedwig looked at Sir Buckhouse and advised him under a slanted zebra-patterned flag.

"Ah, we should attack the enemy quickly, like a hammer, and knock the group of rebels to the ground." Sir Buckhouse raised his right hand wearing leather gloves and said loudly to Baron Hedwig.

"Of course, we have to wait for our leader to come!" Baron Hedwig smiled. His leather armor and blouse looked a little old, but his wife washed the blouse very clean before going to war, so Baron Hedwig's appearance was not inferior to those rich nobles at all.

At this time, the vassals were waiting for the leader Ketrissi. The second son of Count Schwartz was busy wearing his armor, and three young servants were busy wearing him.

"Hurry up, the leather strap at the waist is loose, idiot, can't you hear the sound of trumpets?" Ketrisy opened his hands, and he was wearing a shiny chain mail on his body. He was wearing a leather breastplate outside the chain mail. This leather breastplate has classical art, Greek warrior-like chest muscles, and at the chest is a bronze sculpture of a lion's open copper.

"Are you okay with Katrisi?" Mrs. Agnes walked into the bedroom anxiously. She rubbed her hands and looked outside from time to time. The vassals outside the castle were ready to go, but they didn't have much patience to wait.

"It's all their fault, they're so stupid." Katrisi snatched the red cloak from the little servant, but in fact, if he hadn't had to have breakfast slowly and had to play with the maids for a while, he wouldn't have been so late.

"Look at you, my son." Mrs. Agnes looked at Katrisi wearing armor, and a kind smile appeared on her face. Katrisi wearing armor was indeed like the same thing.

"Don't worry, mother, I will bring the victory back." Katrisi proudly inserted his thumbs into the leather belt around his waist. He raised his chest and said loudly to Mrs. Agnes.

"My son has grown into a real man." Mrs. Agnes happily patted her son's face, and in her eyes, Katrisi was as brave and fearless as those real knights.

And in another room, Bishop Albert stood beside the count's bed wearing armor, and he looked at the weak count with his brows frowned.

The bishop's armor is mainly made of leather. After all, light leather armor is truly suitable for a clergy who is not good at fighting. The bishop's left arm is sandwiched with a bishop's hat-style helmet, which represents his sacred attributes. This hat ritual is more important than actual combat.

"Lord, please bless him." Bishop Albert drew a cross above Earl Schwartz. It was the bishop's duty to bless each noble according to the level before going to war.

"Uh!" I don't know if the bishop's blessings played a role, Count Schwartz suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Bishop Albert.

"Oh, Count Schwartz." The bishop hurriedly grabbed Count Schwartz's hand. He saw the Count's mouth moving, as if he was saying something, so he came over.

"I, I heard the sound of the horn." Earl Schwartz said weakly.

"Yes, the vassals are ready to attack the rebels." Bishop Albert hurriedly said to Earl Schwartz.

"Ah, then, who is the leader?" Earl Schwartz asked with all his strength.

"Yes, it's your son Ketrisy." Bishop Albert said to Earl Schwartz.

"No, no, he can't go to the battlefield. What if something happens to him?" Earl Schwartz's chest was fluctuating violently, and he said to the bishop.

"Sir Earl, everyone has decided." Bishop Albert could only tell the vassals' resolution.

"Woo." Earl Schwartz lowered his arms helplessly, and he looked at Bishop Albert, sweating on his forehead.

"Do you have anything to tell?" Bishop Albert asked quickly.

"Horhens Daofon's bloodline, bloodline, must be kept, keep." Earl Schwartz looked at the bishop with his eyes curled up. Bishop Albert sighed. He knew that Earl Schwartz's wish was to be a fusion of the Habsburg family and the Hoorhens Daofon's bloodline. As this product, Earl Schwartz would never make any mistakes.

"I will. As the deputy commander, I will definitely protect Ketrisy." Bishop Albert kissed the back of the earl's hand and promised him.

"Yeah, um." Hearing Bishop Albert's promise, Count Schwartz fell into a coma again.

He had a dream in his sleep, in which he was like a young man. In a room in the castle, a tutor hired by his father, Earl Schwartz, was teaching him the aristocratic heraldry.

"Wake up, wake up." The tutor was a very knowledgeable monk who, in a gray robe, pushed the young Earl of Schwartz.

"Well, am I asleep?" Earl Schwartz rubbed the corners of his eyes and asked the monk.

"Yes, we are talking about the Hohens Daofang family, and you are asleep." The monk shook his head helplessly.

"I know that the Hohens Daofon family is an ancient and noble family." Earl Schwartz said proudly.

"Yes, their bloodline is the most noble, which can be traced back to the ancient Roman era and the Carolingian era. Today's royal family is also their bloodline." The monk said to Earl Schwartz.

"What about our Habsburg family?" Earl Schwartz asked curiously.

"This, of course, the Habsburg family is also a very old family, but it is still far behind the Hohens Daofan family. They not only have noble blood, but also occupy the position of ruler in the entire kingdom and various major priests." The monk said with a smile.

"Friends, when will the Habsburgs be so noble?" Earl Schwartz held his chin and looked at the tree-like genealogy and noble emblems of the Hohensteffen family on the blackboard, and asked enviously.
Chapter completed!