The order to go to the battle was finally issued from the castle. The soldiers wearing the armored clothes of the Duke of Mason family rode quickly in the camp. The vassals also issued orders to their troops. Five thousand men marched towards the Duke of Saxony's territory under the Duke of Mason's flag. Various square flags and triangular flags flicked in the wind to form a colorful ocean. The knights walked in the forefront of the team wearing chain mail, and followed by the sword-holding servants who were holding weapons for themselves. The attendants were soldiers wearing various clothes and armor. The poor knights also walked in the middle of the team as heavy infantry, and behind them were a large number of light infantry holding pitchforks. They looked numb and helpless.

The most strange thing is that the last of the team was followed by a large army, which was composed of traits, prostitutes and slave merchants. They followed closely behind the army to form a mobile logistics force. The marching team in front was silent and neat, except for the friction of weapons and armor, the footsteps of horse hooves. The logistics force behind the traits called friends and beat children and scolded them one after another. However, the aristocrats in the Middle Ages seemed to have been accustomed to being accustomed to the strange team and let this strange team follow behind.

"I'm afraid the Duke of Saxony can know our location without reconnaissance." Arod stopped for the third time in a day, feeling helpless in the delayed march of the medieval troops. In fact, it is not possible to blame Duke Mason. This army is not all directly under the Duke. They are an alliance composed of Duke's vassals. The troops do not interact with each other on weekdays, and there are various language differences between different provinces. It is extremely difficult to lead such an alliance, so it is necessary to stop and rectify from time to time. Otherwise, before seeing the Saxony people, the troops will flee mostly because of their low morale.

"Don't worry, we are numerous and don't need to be afraid of the Duke of Saxony." Ifu said confidently on the horse. He raised his head and chest to restore his former smug expression. In fact, stopping to rest was also a consideration for the fully armed knight to preserve his physical strength. Even if he was riding a horse and carrying heavy armor, it was a very difficult task for the knight.

"Don't take it lightly, the Duke of Saxony is not that easy to deal with." Sir Wendell took off his helmet and said to his sons. During the old Duke's era, the Saxons invaded from time to time. The Duke of Saxony fought several fierce battles with Duke Mason. He was a hero who was accustomed to fighting tough battles. Even Saxony, who was on the enemy side, had to admit it. The older Duke of Saxony not only became more and more accustomed to using troops, but his five vassals led the army to be brave and good at fighting.

A goshawk flew in the void in the sky. It looked down at the earth and saw a winding and long snake-like formation moving. It must be very curious about why these strange bipedals gathered together. When it flew through the dense forest, it saw another bipedal entrenched on a plain land, and there was only a dense forest between them. Many crows that seemed to have premonitioned something were hovering between the branches and leaves of the forest. The goshawk looked at these carrion-eating guys and decided to fly further to find fresh prey.

"Gaga~~~." Many crows were parked between the branches of the forest. They sat patiently on the branches, like a gentleman in a black dress waiting patiently at the dining table.

"Ha, look at these devils, you're already impatient." On a protruding rock on a grass, an elder with silver hair shawls was wearing a chain mail, with a blouse covering the outside of the chain mail, with a yellow and black striped pattern printed on it. One of his feet was on the rock, and the sword at his waist was hanging on the right.

"This time, they will definitely be able to have a meal of the flesh and blood of the Masons." A knight in the same chain mail walked up next to him, a strong man in his prime. He had short hair, bright eyes, and shrewd and capable all over his body.

"My adults, are we just waiting here?" At this time, a woman's voice said, and a female knight in a chain mail appeared between them. The woman's chain mail was very delicate and concave, highlighting the woman's graceful figure. Behind her was a purple cloak, and a sword was hung around her waist. The chain mail shirt was printed with a blue lion pattern that played with red hearts.

"Hahaha, Count Woolshiffer, you can't wait to lick blood?" The elder turned his head and said to the woman with a smile. After saying that, he jumped off the rock. The old man's body was not as strong as an old person at all, but had the agility of a young man.

"Duke." The two knights quickly lowered their heads to the old man and bowed to him. It turned out that this was the Duke of Saxony.

"Yeah." The Duke of Saxony nodded with satisfaction and strode towards his army. This team of three thousand people gathered here. Flags of various colors were flying in the wind passing through the plains. The Duke looked at his soldiers, and saw that the soldiers were full of fierce expressions, and the knights were fully armed and waiting quietly.

"Duke, I heard that Duke Mason gathered five thousand men this time. Is this true?"

"So what? A group of rabble farmers." The Duke of Saxony's servant brought a horse, and the Duke was wearing a horse. At this time, the three nobles wearing heralds were asked by the horse.

"Mr. Ulrissi, don't be afraid. This is not the first time we have defeated the Masons." The strong and smart man also took the reins from his servant, turned over and said to the somewhat timid middle-aged nobleman in gorgeous armor.

"I know, I'm just worried about their number, Count Berengal." Earl Ulris, wearing red-haired armor, was carved with various decorations, immediately straightened his body and said unnaturally.

"Does Ulrissey know why I didn't agree to your proposal back then?" At this time, Countess Woolshiffeld rode to them and said in a contemptuous tone to Count Ulrissey.

"What?" Earl Ulrisey leaned against his body. He didn't want to provoke the female lion, but Earl Woolshiffeld did not intend to let him go.

"It's because you don't have the courage to put me on the bed, and you don't look like a man at all." Count Woolshiffeld smiled and turned his horse's head, running towards his team, waved his hand and shouted, "You just tell me directly after you have made a plan."

"This female lion." All the nobles smiled bitterly and shook their heads. Each of them had suffered everywhere in the Earl of Wolshefold, but her words did arouse the courage of Earl of Ulrisey and no longer worry about the number of Duke Mason's army.

"Haha, gentlemen, it's time to make a plan, how can we fight?" The Duke of Saxony laughed out loud when he rode his horse. His female vassal was not inferior to other men. This was also the place where the old man appreciated her. What's even more terrifying is that the territory of the Count Woolshifferd was close to Nordic Norway. Compared with the Germans, her hometown customs were closer to the Nordic Vikings. Her family lineage contained the blood of the fierce Vikings, and her axe-heavy infantry under her hands were tall and bloodthirsty.

"Although the Duke of Mason is numerous, they come from afar and consume a lot of food and grass. They will inevitably rush to attack Göttingen Castle. We only need to defend where there is a dense forest." Earl Berengal thought about it and analyzed the Duke of Saxony.

"Well, it makes sense, where their knights cannot pass through the dense forest. We just need to lay heavy infantry and archers in the forest." Earl Ulrisey touched his red beard with his hand, and thought for a moment before adding that the magnificent count seemed to be an ordinary person.

"Sir Duke, what should you do with your cousin Baron Difoni? Duke Mason asked him to be exchanged for land on the border."

"Hmph, that fool, don't pay attention." Duke Saxon shook his head, his long silver hair flying, like a lion shaking his head and tail. He wouldn't care about that useless cousin.

As Saxony's army was indeed deployed in the dense forests of Göttingen, as Sir Eble expected, and everything seemed to be developing towards the favorable momentum of Duke Mason, but it is still unknown who will eventually win the favor of the goddess of victory.

"Father, let's divide our troops here." The horse-spout sent by Sir Eble to return. The Duke of Saxony's army was indeed stationed in the forest. Although it was not approached, the unconcealed flags had already revealed that the Duke of Saxony had been here. In order to provoke Duke Mason, the Duke of Saxony also sent people to hang the flags of the Duke Mason family that he had captured in the past upside down on the tree to humiliate Duke Mason.

"Yeah." Duke Mason looked at the Duke of Saxony's flag vaguely in the forest with satisfaction. Even the flags of his family that were hanging upside down seemed much more pleasing to the eye at this time. He was already thinking about how to defeat and humiliate the Duke of Saxony.
Chapter completed!