Like those powerful people in later generations, the nobles also liked the unique colors. This hobby was reflected in their dress and flags. The brighter colors such as blue, purple, and yellow covered the entire camp. The long swallowtails in triangles were the flags of the quasi-knights. When they obtained the title, they would cut off the swallowtails and become square flag jazz.

In the center of the venue, the French Knights and Germanic Eble Knights were fighting against each other. Their servants were wearing small square flags behind them, which shows that they were both knights with titles. In addition to being a knight with title, they must also have the recognition of the great nobles and outstanding performance. The real knight with titles must either have strength or have a deep background. This made the French Knight riding on the horse at this time hesitate. Although it was an invitation from Count Lauziz, in fact, he was no different from a mercenary. The only difference was his own knight and noble blood. However, if you want to compete with a local Germanic Knight, if something happens, you may be revenge in this unfamiliar place. This is not his purpose from afar.

"Come on, kill him~~~."

"Sir Eblet, don't admit defeat." Just as the French Knights were in great detail, many people had gathered on both sides of the field, including aristocrats with ribbons. The French Knight frowned, and suddenly made up his mind to raise his hand and put down his mask, and erected the carriage.

That's right, if you retreat at this time, you will give the stigma of retreating without fighting, which will damage his reputation. As a French knight known for his bravery, it would be better to kill him. What's more, if you perform well, there might be Germanic nobles who appreciate him and recruit and protect him. At worst, they will become a private party.

Sir Eble on the opposite side had a calm expression, but he didn't have any thoughts. He adjusted his pace and held the sword in his hands, staring at the French knight in front of him. During the confrontation between the two, the French knight lightly knocked the war horse under his crotch with his feet. The war horse raised its head and raised its hooves and trotted forward. After special training, the war horse knew how to accelerate at the right distance. In the daily uninterrupted training with the war horse, the knight would cooperate with the conditioned reflex to lower the raised carriage gun at the target.

When the French Knight's war horse was at a distance of three carriages from Sir Eble, he suddenly raised his hooves and lowered his head to charge. The French Knight hurriedly put the carriage down and pointed it at Sir Eble's shoulder. He did not aim at Eble's head or chest, because these were all vital parts. If it was hit, it would inevitably lead to death and injury. Therefore, the French Knight chose the shoulders, which were not vital parts, and was protected by a whole piece of shoulder armor.

However, the French Knight's hesitation lost the best opportunity. Sir Eble raised his sword and made a round and attack, avoiding the French Knight's rifle. The beautiful attack made the people around him applaud. Earl Lauziz's face was a little unhooked, and his face became solemn. After the French Knight sprinted for a hundred steps, he tightened the reins of the horse and stopped slowly. He turned the horse's head and turned around. The rifle in his hand was unscathed. People started to make noise at him. The unbroken rifle was really a humiliation for the knight.

"France Knight, where are your carriage aiming? Is it the wooden stake next to it? Haha." The people around pointed at the French Knight and laughed loudly, as if this was not a competition venue but a happy amusement place.

"Damn it." The French knight cursed in the mask, but was soon drowned in the noise of people. Arod hid in the crowd and was not as optimistic as other Germans. As a soul from the 21st century, he knew the advantages of the rider riding knight through a large number of film and television and game materials. Once he was stabbed by the knight's carriage, even the armoured walking knight could not be unharmed. The inertia and height of the charge made the heavy-mounted knight unstoppable without terrain restrictions.

Sure enough, the French Knight launched a charge again. This time he leaned forward without any hesitation, and his legs were straight on the stirrup. The carbine was like a sharp sword that was out of the sheath, and instantly hit Sir Elb's front chest armor. Only a loud noise was heard. The head of the carbine was broken and split into pieces. Sir Eble's body was heavily hit on the ground. The Jazz leaned back and lay on the ground, lifting a mud groove on the ground. This was caused by the inertia of the impact. The big sword in Sir Eble's hand was lying on the ground and flew a few meters away. His servant was pale and hurried forward, dragging his body aside with difficulty, and then uncovered his mask to reveal a delicate and pale face.

"What's wrong with him? Are you injured?" Arod also ran forward. He admired the courage of the Jazz to face the French knight. Although it was a reckless decision to face the horse-riding knight directly, the stubbornness of refusing to admit defeat moved Arod. He felt that he should help, and perhaps his knowledge beyond history could help him.

"My little master, he won't breathe anymore." The servant also had a pretty young face, and his face looked extremely anxious. His voice was very sharp. It should be because he was too young and had not changed his voice yet. Aruod thought so.

Arod bent down and pressed his ear against Sir Eble's mouth and nose. Fortunately, it was not as serious as the servant said, and he breathed faintly. He opened Sir Eble's eyes again, and his pupils of his eyes did not spread. The Sir should have been in shock under the violent impact.

"What are you doing? Are you a doctor?" The servant knelt beside Sir Eble, with tears in his eyes. He didn't understand what Aruod was doing? But he had a trace of expectation in his heart.

"Unlock his armor quickly." Aruod had never dealt with this situation, but knowledge beyond history made him understand that Sir Eble held it in his chest in one breath, and it would be fine if he let him exhale it. However, he would not untie such breastplate, so he had to ask for help and said to the servant.

"Little, the little master is dead. This is God's will. It's all my fault for not stopping him." The servant whimpered and wiped his face with his sleeve. Aruod looked at the out-of-control servant helplessly. He found that the cloak of his body was sewn with gold thread embroidery, and a lily was stabbed in the lower left corner of the cloak of the cloak. Sir Wendell said that this was only used by a high-level noble family.

"No, he was just unconscious. Let go of his breastplate, otherwise he would really go to see God." Aruod grabbed the young attendant's shoulder and shook him hard. The young attendant's shoulder was thin, and he really couldn't tell that he could drag the fully armed jazz aside just now.

The little servant who woke up slightly helped Arude untie the plate armor on the jazz's chest. The plate armor was sunk due to the violent impact. It took some effort to remove it, revealing the chain mail below. If the chain mail was removed, it would be too late. Arude thought about taking off his linen shoulders, folded them into a square and placed them on the jazz's chest, then raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, and smashed it hard.

"Ping, ping~~~." Aruod used all his strength to hit the Jazz's chest. The little servant beside him sat on the ground in frightened and stared at Aruod in amazement.

"Stop, stop, what are you doing? So bold, do you know what you are doing?" From behind Arod, Count Lauziz's loud scolding came. At this moment, Sir Eble coughed, a hint of rosy appeared on his pale face, and his blue eyes opened slightly.

"Get out." Amid the scolding of Count Lauziz, an Earl's inner-domed knight grabbed Arod's shoulder and threw him aside.

"Damn." Arod was thrown aside by the powerful knight of Kongwu and rolled on the ground for a few times before he stood up angrily and patted the soil on his body. When he stood up, a group of guards had surrounded Count Lauziz and Sir Eble. I really didn't know what Sir Eble was, which made Count Lauziz so nervous. Could it be that it was a relative of the Duke's family, and Arude thought in disappointment when he left.

"Arod, where have you been? The Duke's general is summoning everyone." Sir Wendell saw Arrod enter the camp and shouted to him.

"Yes." Aruod quickly lowered his head and ran to his father and brother. At this time, Ifu had already put on the chain mail, and Sir Wendell not only put on the chain mail, but also hung plate armor that he did not wear on ordinary days on important parts.

"A team of knights of the Duke of Saxony have entered our border. I am summoning the fief knights at the order of the Duke. Five spears are needed to expel these invaders." Duke Mason's general is a middle-aged noble with red hair. He was originally a Danish noble, but because he offended the Danish king, he fled to the Holy Roman Empire and became a member of the Duke Mason's court. The tall and burly figure of the Nordic people made him very worthy of the position of general.

"Roar~~~." More than a dozen knights in the camp clenched their fists and waved their heads and shouted. They had long been impatient to bring them here. Nothing excites them more than war.

"What is Yifu riding a rifle?" Aruod asked Yifu, who was roaring loudly after laughing.

"Why did you forget this?" Yifu frowned and looked at his younger brother strangely. This is the most basic common sense as a military aristocrat.

"Oh, because last time, you know." Aruod quickly made an innocent expression and pointed to his head.
Chapter completed!