The iron gate of Schwartzburg's city gate slowly rose, the wooden bridge was lowered, and Ketrissi, wearing exquisite armor, rode on the horse, followed by twenty family knights, one of whom was wearing the small red-bottom cross flag of Count Schwartz, indicating that Ketrissi was on the expedition instead of the Count.

"Dondon~~." Ketrisy sat proudly on the horse. He rode a tall white horse and walked out of the fortress surrounded by the knights.

"It's finally here." The vassals looked at the newly dressed little devil impatiently. Although they looked down on him from the bottom of their hearts, they had to fight under that flag.

"My dear masters, all the evildoers are wantonly ravaging our land, traumatizing innocent nobles, ignoring the sacred faith, treating the law as nothing, and treating our tradition as dung. Now, it is our turn to attack, bringing the evil criminals to justice and punishing justice~~." Ketrisy rode on his horse, and raised his right hand wearing leather gloves, and said loudly before the vassals and their army as if a military parade.

"Oh, is it mobilized in front of the formation?" Baron Hedwig looked at Ketrisy. Unexpectedly, this seemingly unreliable Ketrisy could actually speak of such an intense mobilization in front of the formation, which was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.

But on the main tower, Mrs. Agnes stood at the window, staring at her son who was mobilizing in front of the castle, while muttering to herself.

"I will work with the power of all nobles and will surely eliminate rebellion~~~."

While Mrs. Agnes said, Katrisy also yelled, and he said the same thing.

"Oh oh oh oh oh." The vassals seemed to be inspired by the words of Ketrisy. It was true that when the Flagless Brotherhood burned the manor and killed a baron, the nobles had already shared their hatred for the enemy. They could fight and frame each other, but a man from the lower class actually killed a baron without any scruples. If this was not punished, others would follow suit.

"This kid looks pretty good." Sir Buckhouse touched Hedwig with his arm and clapped desperately with both hands.

"Well." Hedwig was also a little surprised. These words could indeed boost morale, but he always felt something was wrong there.

"Set out." Seeing the nobles pulling out their swords and waving them above their heads, the soldiers raised their weapons and shouted, and the shouts seemed to surge into the sky.

"Hey." Kaitrisy raised his head with satisfaction. This army of thousands of people made him feel an unprecedented sense of command. This feeling is more pleasure than playing with any woman or drinking any wine.

"Yeah, I hope God will bless you all the best." Bishop Albert, who followed Catrissi, was wearing a bishop's hat-like helmet, and he sat on a gentle mare.

Although Bishop Albert's armor looked even more ritualistic, no one behind him would underestimate the more than twenty knights. These knights wore full-covered helmets, chain mail and white blouses, and embroidered Bishop Albert's diocese heraldry at the heart of the shirt. At the bottom of the shirt, a large × penetrated the entire heraldic shield. This is actually a mutated cross.

"Religious Knights." Sir Buckhouse said with envious tone as he looked at the knights wearing bright chain mail, riding tall horses, and wearing angry horses.

"Yeah." Baron Hedwig's mood was a bit complicated. When performing the medal ceremony, religious knights not only accepted the oath of justice, execution of justice and maintaining the church like ordinary knights, but also abide by religious precepts. Therefore, people think that it is more sacred in social attributes, and the prosperity of the diocese also enables these knights to be equipped with the best chain mail and weapons.

"Start." Ketrissi was arrogant. Such a powerful army had no reason to defeat a rabble composed of farmers. He remembered what his mother told him that just a military victory could bring him prestige. The propaganda from the Hohensteffen family bloodline was enough to make the vassals believe that Ketrissi was the most correct next count.

The army led by Ketrisey grew into a snake-like formation and slowly began to march in the winding paths. Bright flags fluttered on the muddy paths. Farmers and travelers outside the castle watched them leave, and almost everyone believed that this was a battle that would win.

In the woods beside the road, a man wearing a gray hood stared at the mighty army. He watched carefully before retracting into the grass and disappeared. Then, the man wearing a gray hoodie from the woods rode a gray-haired horse and ran towards another shortcut path.

At the same time, the Rudolph camp outside the town of Lorraine was quietly in the military camp that was supposed to be noisy. A group of chirping birds landed on the top of the tent, and sneaky mice poked their heads in front of the weapon rack.

"Du, duo, duo duo~~." Suddenly, Lanbert walked out of the tent. He picked up a copper whistle hanging around his neck, puffed up his cheeks and blew it up suddenly, and a harsh sound rang out.

"Jijijijijijiji~~." The flock of birds on the tent spire flew up in fright, and the mice in front of the weapon rack instantly disappeared.

"Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow." At this time, the soldiers seemed to have changed out of an instant from every corner of the camp. Although some of their helmets were not well worn and some of their leather belts were loose, even so, they quickly arranged in roughly neat queues in the middle of the camp.

"Mr. Rudolph, the assembly is over." Lanbert put down his copper whistle, stood sideways beside the tent, and said loudly to the people inside.

"Well, the speed is good this time, but there are still a few people who are falling behind." Rudolph walked out of the tent, looked at the soldiers who had gathered in the camp and said lightly.

"Yes, they will be cancelled for dinner and will be punished for running." Lanbert immediately said to Rudolph.

"Very good, execute it!" Rudolf continuously strengthened the training method of the bronze whistle assembly. He wanted to make every soldier in his army deeply imprinted into his soul. An iron army must be disciplined and honored.

Ying Zheng: Niwai is very good~! He trained these recruits so quickly.

Li Shimin: The orders are imposed, right, this team is already worth fighting.

Li Qing (Rudolph): Two big guys, I can learn from my era how to train the queue, but as an army in the era of cold weapons, what do you think is the key to victory?

Li Shimin: The art of war is full of cliques, and the right time, place and people are harmonious. However, according to my experience, the changes on the battlefield are changing rapidly, and even if you take advantage of the right time, place and place, you may not win.

Li Qing (Rudolph): Why is this?

Ying Zheng: Alas, because Ni's order is over-cut, the other party is also changing, so it is very important for the general to adapt to the situation.

Li Qing (Rudolph): I understand, is the method of sending orders too slow, so one order is passed on by people, and it is very likely that it will make mistakes.

Rudolph thought that in modern wars, information communication is actually extremely important. If a large-scale war is cut off or command information is stolen, it may become a blind man and a deaf man. This is especially true in the era of cold weapons. Small-scale wars rely on yelling or urging orders, but when the scale is large, there will be chaos in the deployment.

Rudolph made a copper whistle, just to make the soldiers coordinate as a whole through the whistle of the copper whistle, but if you think about it carefully, there are actually problems. What should I do if the scale is larger or the sound of the copper whistle is not transmitted properly in the natural environment?

Li Shimin: You should not think too much, young man. Since ancient times, drums and music have been a very important part of the military formation. As long as the soldiers are familiar with drums and music, they can act according to their orders.

Rudolf remembered the Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, who was the founder of the famous music "The King of Qin Breaking the Formation". This song was born in the army. Later, modern European privates also used snare drums to match the rhythm of the army to boost morale.
Chapter completed!