Duke Mason's banquet was a sign of the upcoming military war. The banquet gathered the powerful vassals under Duke Mason. In addition to winning over these vassals, the families carried by the lords also stayed in the castle as guests. However, in Arud's view, this was simply to ensure the hostages left by loyalty, but no one said it out loud, and on the surface he looked very honorable.

"When will the Duke go to fight the Saxons, it is really anxious to wait." Since he established his oath to Sir Eble, the first heir of Duke Mason, Ifu's mood seemed to be much better. He was wearing a chain mail and wearing a zither suit with the Wendell family's emblem on it. He was bored and not only upset the Wendell family's people, but also filled the entire camp with this trend of thought. More and more people were drinking and having fun, and fighting was endless. Although it did not rise to the level of participation of the knights, it would be a long time when the generals would be disheartened.

"Don't worry If, I saw Sir Eble heading to the tower, where they should have deployed, no matter how they ordered our people." Sir Wendell happened to come back from the castle on a horse. He jumped off and heard If's complaints and said to his eldest son.

"Yes, Marcos has always been with us. By the way, is the Duke in the tower? "Arod sat in the tent, and there was a piece of parchment paper and a small bottle of precious ink that he asked Sir Eble to give him. Ink in this era is a high-end product. The parchment records a record of the bill, which mainly included the price of dozens of barrels of ale he bought from the market, and the consumption of his own team.

"Yes, Sir Eble was summoned by the Duke. Lord Eble thought the Duke was about to order the expedition, so he ordered me to come back and organize our army, and he would ask the Duke to organize us into his team." Sir Wendell pulled his collar and sat on a barrel of ale wine. He looked at Arod, who was writing with goose feathers. Arod wrote Arabic numerals. Of course, people of this era could not understand it, but when Sir Wendell asked about the price and quantity of ale wine, Arod could always say it in one mouthful, so Sir Wendell just frowned and stopped caring about his son. Arod had too many mystery in Arod. Sometimes the Jazz would deliberately not pay attention because he was afraid that his son was tempted by the devil.

"Oh? It seems that this is a temple calculation." Aruod stopped writing and said thoughtfully. Sun Tzu's Art of War said that before major military operations, the battle makers had to lock the gate in the Taimiao to make careful plans. This was called temple calculation. Although the medieval nobles may not have seen Sun Tzu's Art of War, they also knew that military plans must not be disclosed, especially the nobles always had various marriage relationships.

"You are saying something strange again. I'll go see the soldiers." Sir Wendell shrugged and stood up when he heard Aruod's words. The chain mail on his body made a rustling sound. The fine chain mail could protect the knight's body, but he was worried about his son's soul. "Aruod put away what you wrote and don't let others see it."

"Well, yes." Aruod was reminded by his father, woke up from his meditation, and quickly rolled up his parchment paper and put it in his close-fitting place.

The tower where the Duke of Mason lives in the castle, the most secret meeting hall in the tower is at the end of the corridor, which only accommodates two stone corridors side by side. Rows of stone pillars divide the wall into sections. At the end, there are two solid wooden doors as high as two adults. Outside the door, the two knights are fully armed, wearing chain mail, nose-protecting helmets, holding pointed eagle shields in one hand and long swords in the other. They look directly at the corridor without expression. Anyone who attempts to enter through the corridor is within their field of vision. The voices of debate among the nobles vaguely heard from this tightly guarded gate, and the knights adhere to the principle of chivalrous spirit.

"We should concentrate our forces to attack the Duke of Saxony's nest."

"So what to do with food and grass? There is no way to raise food and grass for five thousand people along the way. Do we want to fight on hungry?"

"Yes, we must be cautious. The old lion of the Duke of Saxony is difficult to deal with."

"Coward, coward."

"What did you say? I dare to say another word."

Through the gate, in this small chamber, the most powerful nobles of the Principality gathered, namely Duke Mason and his eldest son, Earl Lauziz and three lords. In the center of the chamber was a rectangular wooden table. At one end of the wooden table was where the most noble Duke Mason sat, and on both sides were aristocrats sitting in a row. On the left side of the duke was his eldest son Sir Eble, and on the right was Earl Lauziz showing the close relationship between the two and the duke. At this time, Earl Lauziz was quarreling with the other three lords.

Duke Mason looked at a parchment map on the table with a gloomy face, which roughly depicted mountains, rivers and rivers, marking the boundary between Duke Mason's territory and Duke Saxony's territory. On the side of the map were five small sculptures of wooden men, a horse-riding knight and four soldiers holding shield-wild spears. Although the sculpture did not depict the faces of the figure, it can be seen from the movements of the knights and soldiers that they were fighting, while Duke Saxony's territory on the map was a body-shaped one.

The big knight and two soldiers with shields represent the forces of the Duke of Saxon. Three thousand and five thousand seem to have advantages in Duke Mason, but Duke Mason is not happy because the Saxons have been brave and good at fighting since ancient times. Their knights are rough and savage and rude and difficult to deal with when they are angry. Most of the Saxon infantry soldiers are hunters living in the forest and are accustomed to blood. The only ones that Duke Mason can recruit are weak farmers, so although there are many, they should not be taken lightly.

"What do you think of Eble's heir?" Duke Mason asked the heir on his left in a heir in hesitation. Hearing the Duke's words, the nobles stopped quarreling, and the chamber suddenly became quiet.

"My dear father, if we concentrate more troops than the Duke of Saxony, don't forget that the Saxony territory is full of forest swamps, and the knights cannot charge at all, but the Saxony people are familiar with the terrain." Sir Eble leaned forward from his seat, stretched out his right index finger and tapped the Saxony territory on the map, where there was a large forest.

"Oh, the forest is indeed not conducive to the knight's combat, but what if the knight is dismounted?" Duke Mason thought for a while, as if asking Sir Eble and talking to himself.

"It's too dangerous, the vision is not wide. If the knights lose more than the big infantry, they will definitely escape." A lord said worriedly.

"What should I do?" asked another lord.

"Split the troops." Sir Eble looked at the nobles present and said to them.

"Divide the troops?"

"That's right, the Duke of Saxony will definitely lead troops to wait on the side close to our border. His few soldiers will definitely not dare to divide the troops at will, but we are different. We have a large number of people. After the division of the troops, my father's main force restrained the Duke of Saxony. The other two groups of troops bypassed the Duke of Saxony and attacked his territory. At that time, the lords and knights of the Duke of Saxony will definitely be shaken. At this time, we will attack the Duke of Saxony again and will definitely win." Sir Eble picked up the knights and three infantry sculptures on the map and placed them on the front of the Duke of Saxony's forces. He picked up two other infantry sculptures and detoured behind the Duke of Saxony. The situation suddenly showed a slam.

"Good solution, this also solves the problem of food and grass. It's a smart plan." The nobles nodded after hearing this, thinking that this was a simple and feasible plan. They had been fighting all year round and knew that the simpler the plan, the easier it was to win.

"Well, it's not bad." Duke Mason nodded, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was the happiest thing for him to have a successor, which made him more relieved than defeating Duke Saxony.

"Haha, Sir Eble is really good at planning and planning, I don't know how to do it on the battlefield." Earl Lauziz looked at the scene in front of him with a smile. He became more and more angry. His limelight was snatched away by this little face. He led his army to fight to the death, but Sir Eble just moved his mouth and won the favor of the duke. Who made him the son of the duke? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but speak sarcastically.

"You are talking about Count Lauziz." Sir Eble keenly noticed Count Lauziz's dissatisfaction. He used to be left by his father every time he went on a war. But this time he wanted to lead the army himself and reported to Duke Mason through the words of Count Lauziz, "Father, please give me the command of a division of troops."

"What? Are you going in person? No, I will send someone else, just stay with me." Duke Mason didn't want his heir to take risks. He shook his head and refused his son's advice.

"Please let me go. This plan was proposed by me. If I do not personally direct the other nobles to see me, my prestige will plummet." Sir Eble stood up and begged Duke Mason again.

"This~~." Duke Mason hesitated. He looked at the other lords, thinking that if his son could not establish enough prestige, he would probably not be able to suppress these rebellious nobles after his death, so that they could make their pledge of loyalty again.

"That's right, Lord Eble is a very outstanding knight. No matter how small the lion is, he must learn to hunt on his own." The other nobles had a good impression of Sir Eble. They felt that the heir should be allowed to participate in the battle to see if the heir had enough ability to protect their status and rights.
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