A triangular flag representing the nobles fluttered in the forefront of the team, with a standing lion painted on the flag. The lion's right claw held a sharp sword, and two hind legs stood on a blue rope with two hind legs. Sir Wendell was full of energy on his war horse. His eldest son Ifu followed closely behind, and his second son Arod rode his long-haired strange horse. He was curiously looking at his family flag. Usually a family flag represents the aristocrat's interpretation and origin of his family. The same is true for the Wendell family flag. The monotonous color shows its long history. The lion represents this as a brave family that produces warriors. The blue double rope at the lion's feet represents his attention and loyalty to the family.

The entire team was lined up in a column, and the mercenary Marcos was responsible for organizing these inexperienced farmers. Usually the nobles would not be responsible for this part of the responsibility. However, Arud was not a person of this era. He was tired of following his taciturn father and proud Ifu, so he slowed down the speed of the horse under his crotch. In fact, this strange horse was not fast at first, and he walked one by one like a dog.

"Mr. Qiaoduo, is your cough good?" Arod saw Qiaodu, who is known as a coward, walking in the middle of the team with his head down. This person who is already in his sixties left his daughter to join the team and headed to the unknown battlefield. This was something Arod couldn't understand. However, when he saw the simple house of Leila, he seemed to think that maybe Qiaodu didn't want his daughter to continue living a poor life, so he wanted to try his luck on the battlefield, so he took the initiative to go forward and greet him.

"It's much better." Jodo looked at Arod, who was riding on a horse that was not much taller. The people around him were very proud of the prayers of Hof Hannis. When they saw the lord's youngest sons all looked at him curiously.

"That's good. If you have any needs, you can come to me." Aruod nodded and said to Qiaoduo. In his opinion, it was very common to take care of an old man who had to go to the battlefield, but he forgot that in this era, there was an insurmountable gap between the nobles and the serfs. People around him heard Aruod's words and looked at him in confusion, unconsciously distanced himself from Old Qiaoduo. Sometimes the special care of the nobles was not a good thing.

"Thank you then." Qiao Duo smiled bitterly and looked at Aruod in front of him who didn't know what to do. Just when Aruod wanted to say something, suddenly a sound of horse hooves came from the front, and the rapid sound of horse hooves broke the peace of the people.

"What's going on?" Yifu asked loudly. The scouts they sent from the woods ahead were a free farmer with his own horse. On weekdays, this horse is used as a ox, but it can be used as a mount for light cavalry during wars.

"Sir, there are nobles in front of you fighting privately. They are confronting each other across the Danube. If we go there, we will be regarded as enemies." The free farmer rode on his horse, wiped the sweat from his face, and said to Sir Wendell and Iff.

"Private battle, who is with whom?" Sir Wendell was not surprised by the private battles of the nobles. In the entire European continent, feudal nobles often launched private battles for their own interests. The frequency of private battles depends entirely on whether their master can control the situation. However, today's private battle is really a coincidence that it actually blocked its own marching path.

"I don't know, I only know that one side is wearing a blue and white plaid flag, and the other side is wearing a white wave flag with red bottom in the middle." This farmer, as a self-cultivated farmer, doesn't know any aristocratic heraldry. It would be great if he could clearly describe the patterns of the flag. It was the job of the nobles who read the mainland aristocratic heraldry through it.

"It is impossible for blue and white fish scale lattice to be. It is not the banner of the Duke of Bavaria. If it were that size, it would definitely be very large." Ifu widened his eyes and shouted in dismay.

"Not necessarily, this is the territory of Count Upper Byrne Heinrich von Rodham. His family flag is also blue and white fish scale lattice, so the people of his family often call themselves the Duke of Little Bavaria in a slight way." Sir Wendell, the experienced Sir Wendell, shook his head and said.

"We'll know when we go and take a look." Ifu suggested, the suggestion was approved by Sir Wendell, and Aruod, who had never seen a noble war, followed closely. His palms were sweating and his throat was dry, and he was finally about to see the legendary European medieval war.

Several people ordered the team to stop, and Sir Wendell and his sons followed the scouts to the private battle site. When they passed through the woods, they saw a big river standing in front of them. A wooden bridge was built above the river. A hundred people were confronting each other on both sides of the wooden bridge. They were holding the flags of their respective lords and cursing each other with their weapons. However, there were no extreme actions on both sides. Two people who were obviously in the form of noble lords were standing on the bridge, as if they were arguing about something. In addition to them, there were many people dressed in citizens, merchants and travelers gathered around to watch the fun.

"What happened?" Sir Wendell asked a man dressed in a businessman next to him. The merchant looked a little anxious and helpless. Several caravans followed him, and some goods should be placed on the car.

"What else can it be done? The Earl of Upper Byrne and Lower Byrne are fighting for the pass tax on the bridge." The merchant took off his soft hat with worries and scratched his almost bare forehead. It seemed that he was already impatient to wait.

"This bridge belonged to the Rodham family when my grandfather was, so it should be my charge for its toll." Earl Byrne, wearing a high-end purple wool velvet paired-breasted suit and a turquoise emerald pendant, pointed at the other party angrily.

"What? This bridge belonged to the Wittelsbach family when I was my great-great-great-grandfather, and I even had formal written documents." The noble Earl wearing a long orange-red pair of clothes on the other side, her fat face was red, and she grabbed a piece of parchment in her chubby hands and shook in front of her.

"That's a fake. I can buy a dozen of that thing anywhere from the Jews." Earl Byrne didn't take this trick, and he jumped angrily.

"Okay, then God can only make the decision." Fatty Earl Byrne had a bad temper at all. He glared at the other party and said loudly. When he finished speaking, everyone around him smiled.

"What's wrong?" Aruod asked in confusion. How to make God verdict, his heart was full of doubts.

"They will send their best warriors to fight, and the winners will receive all justice," said Ifu.

"Dull not fight in private?" Aruod said in confusion. Could it be that the two of them resolved a war? This shocked the young man who traveled through China, who had fought tens of thousands of people in history.

"Dull is also a way of private war, and it is advocated by everyone. If it is not necessary, no one will suffer a lot of casualties. You must know that the lord who died too much will go bankrupt. Ifu, you must remember this." Sir Wendell explained with his rare patience, and he seized the opportunity to teach Ifu the lord's way.

Arod indeed saw that most of the serf soldiers on both sides of the river were on the pitchforks and looked like they were not concerned about their own affairs. There were only a few swordsmen in leather and iron armor, and knights in mail, ready to go. After the negotiations broke down, the two counts immediately returned to their team and said something to the knights in the team. After a while, two walking knights walked out of the two positions. They were wearing iron helmets and mail, and they installed a whole piece of plate armor on their shoulders and arms. One was holding a one-handed sword and a pointed-bottomed vulture shield, with their own family heralds on their shields, and the other was holding a big sword with both hands.

The two walked to the middle of the bridge, paid tribute to each other and reported their names. After they set off, the sound of metal collisions sounded on the river. As an outsider, Aruod only saw the two knights slashing horizontally and slashing vertically, but they vaguely felt that the competition between the two was not that simple, so they asked Yifu, who was watching with relish.

"Okay, I'll explain it to you, the rookie. First of all, the two knights' gestures, the low-level knight used by the knight of Earl Byrne." Of course, Ifu would not miss this opportunity to show off himself, and pointed at the knights who were duel.

"It's called a fraud," Sir Wendell explained.

"Fraud?" Aruod became even more confused. Although his body was Aruod, his soul had already changed. Of course he didn't understand.

"I have taught you this. You must study it carefully in the future. The so-called deception is to turn the tip of the sword to the ground and the long blade down. Although it makes the opponent seem easier to attack, it is actually a trap. If the opponent attacks, you can quickly lift the tip of the sword to sprint." Sir Wendell explained patiently. Fortunately, the little Arude himself was absent-minded about martial arts practice, and now Arude's performance is not very attentive.

"Yes, but the opponent is also an experienced veteran. He did not attack, but instead protected himself with a shield. His sword position is collectively called the plowing position, which means putting the hilt at the waist and facing the sword tip to the opponent."

"You look like the force of the wooden plows that are cultivated in the farmer's field, so we call this the plow position, which is a very balanced gesture." Sir Wendell explained carefully.

"That's right."
Chapter completed!