The team led by Sir Eble quickly advanced towards Crave County. Most of the troops he led were untrained peasant soldiers. In addition to the 50 inner-domestic knights of the Sir, they were members of the Wendell family who had just vowed allegiance. The Germans had never been ruled by the Roman Empire because of their bravery and good fighting, but they also caused them to have not accepted the advanced Roman civilization. Therefore, their nobles also had a strong tribal nature. Even though Sir Eble was the first heir to Duke Mason, few knights sought his assassin before they became the Duke. This also caused Sir Eble to be inferior to Count Lauzits in important military forces, and only those who supported him were like-minded partners.

"Just, please wait a moment and let the soldiers cut down more stakes." Arod rode his long-haired horse to catch up with Sir Eble who was walking in the forefront, and he suggested to Sir Eble.

"What are you doing to cut down the stump?" Sir Eble rode on the war horse, wearing his usual competitive chain mail and plate armor, and his bottle-style helmet decorated with a unicorn on his head, so he spoke in a muffled voice.

"That's right, Marcos, a mercenary of our family, told me that his hometown archers would insert sharpened wooden stakes on the ground to defend against the enemy's cavalry. I think it might be useful in fighting the Saxons." Arod really wanted to help Sir Eble win. Since he had already boarded the Jazz's ship, his personal life and family interests were tied to Sir Eble.

But when he saw the army led by Sir Eble, he felt a little broken. Except for Sir Eble's personal inner-domed knights wearing chain mail and iron helmets, most of the peasants who formed this team were simple and short of clothes and helmets. He saw that there were shirtless serfs. He really didn't know how he recruited these soldiers. They were completely different when fighting without armor and those who were wearing armor on the battlefield. Fortunately, General Relf was sent by Duke Mason to help Sir Eble lead the army, otherwise these people would have escaped by themselves without seeing the enemy.

"Really?" Sir Eble asked curiously. Although as a duke's son, although he had received an elite knight education and had a rare personal charm, he had neither the experience of General Relf nor the knowledge that Arod had surpassed thousands of years in specific combat.

"Yes, this is absolutely effective, believe me." Aruod was very calm on the surface, but he was a little nervous inside. He had no idea whether the so-called Marcos' hometown Longbow soldiers had already appeared on the stage of history at this time. However, the cooperation of the pointed wooden stakes and longbows defeated the history of the elite French knights. Aruod knew that it was unknown whether he had advanced this tactic a hundred years without authorization.

"Well, then, let the light infantry cut down some big trees and march for a day to set up camp and repair it." Sir Eble tightened the reins of the war horse under his crotch, and a close attendant immediately stepped forward to take the Jazz's heavy helmet and helped Sir Eble to get off the horse.

"It's Lord Jazz." Arod answered quickly. After the Wendell family was loyal to Sir Eble, because Sir Wendell and Eble were equal in their ranks, he could only make his eldest son become the inner knight of Eble, and Arod became Eble's personal servant.

"By the way, I will pay the knights at double the price." Sir Eble ordered Arod, and he walked into the shade of a woods to avoid the sun, wearing a mixed armor of chain mail and plate armor, which was shining with the sun. It felt bad.

"Okay jazz." The ale that Arod bought from the market was originally intended to make a fortune, so when he raided Crave County, he was also loaded on a carriage as his own baggage. In the medieval wars were often a time-consuming task. If the logistics supplies were not plundered from the enemy, they could only transport them by themselves. The simple lotus carriage was creaking and pushed by servants on the muddy roads, and the carriage was loaded with hard bread, bacon and live poultry.

"It's too hot, it's great to have wine." The knights in the inner palace laughed, took off the stuffy helmets from their heads, pried open the barrel of ale wine with their swords, and then scooped the wine with their helmets and drank it in big mouthfuls. The silent peasants sitting around were envious, but they knew that these good things had nothing to do with them, so they picked up the hard meat in their arms and chewed them in their mouths.

"Haha, my brother, you are so smart. These knights can buy all these wines in one go." Yifu stepped forward and drank a big glass, then patted Aruod's shoulder and praised.

"Open two more barrels and give them to these infantrymen." Aruod looked at the thirsty peasant soldiers, and they all lowered their heads, held the pitchfork and spear with rough fingers, and their eyes were numb and unconscious. How could such soldiers fight and win?

"What? You're crazy." Yifu shouted wide-eyed, and the ale was bought with real money and he actually had to give it to these peasants who had nothing to do with his family.

"Yes, we need these people to serve, so we can't just use a whip." Arod was very dissatisfied with the attitude of these medieval nobles to treat people as human beings, but this is the custom of the Germans. People are born unequal. This is God's arrangement, just as the nobles still believed in a hundred years later, "Because my blood is noble, I am noble."

"Okay, okay, I really don't know what you are thinking?" Ifu saw Aruod's serious look and knew that he was determined. He shrugged and ignored it. Anyway, the money he earned was enough.

"Thank you, lord." Each peasant soldier could get only a little bit of ale, but they slammed their mouths and thanked Aruod sincerely. Each of the more than 900 people could only moisten their lips, but it made them much more energetic and excited that they could drink the same wine as the knights.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Just as Aruod was happy about the high morale of the army, his trouble also came. Several knights wearing chain mail swords rushed over and cursed at him.

"What's wrong? Gentlemen." Aruod's brow frowned. He didn't know how he provoked these knights, but for safety reasons, he quietly hung his hands around his waist, where was the position of his sword.

"Why give wine to those lowly soldiers?" A knight with a double tower pattern on his shirt crossed his waist and scolded Arod. Arod recognized that the knight's name was Stan, who was the inner knight of Sir Eble.

"Is there any problem?" Arod didn't understand why these knights were so angry that they were so angry when they shared their wine.

"Of course there is a problem. This is the wine drunk by noble knights. How can you distribute it to lowly soldiers? This is an insult to the blood of the knights and an insult to your own blood." Stan was indignant at Arud's confusion. How could such a person who did not realize the noble honor of the knight become a servant? It was indeed a country bumpkin nobleman from the countryside.

"Oh, why can you drink wine, but others can't drink it? In my opinion, you are no different from these soldiers." Aruod figured out that he accidentally touched the sensitive nerves of the knights, but he did not intend to admit his mistake. He was influenced by the 21st century's idea of ​​equality, but he looked down on these guys who despise others because they were born well.

"What did you say?" The knights were stunned by Arude's words. They opened their eyes and opened their mouths, as if they had heard some ruthless words. The soldiers around them also became turbulent. They could instinctively feel that Arude was different from other arrogant knights, but there was no way to say it.

"Isn't it? We are here today to pick up our weapons and gather under the banner of Lord Eble, and fight in his name. Everyone, whether they are riding horses or walking, are they all the warriors of Lord Eble. In this regard, aren't we all the same? Or are you actually serving others?" Arod had a smile on his face and raised the name of Lord Eble. This sophistry made the knights stunned. They felt that it was wrong but could not say it.

"Of course not. My sword is only swung for my monarch, Lord Ebul." Stan's face turned red with excitement. Of course, he could not say no, because that would be a betrayal of his oath and loyalty to him, so he could only be a mute who had suffered from the suffering of Coptis chinensis.

"So what else do you have to blame me?" Aruod bent down modestly and asked Knight Stan.

"You, okay, hum." Stan stretched out his hand and pointed at Arude tremblingly but couldn't say a word. He turned around and left angrily. The other knights had to follow him in disappointment. However, the infantry around him cast admirational eyes at Arude.

"Huh, it's such a trouble." Aruod breathed a sigh of relief and warned himself in his heart not to anger these privileged classes anymore. Although he warned himself like this every time, he couldn't help but stand up for his injustice every time. His personality has never changed.

"I'm so erotic, my brother." When Arude wanted to see the soldiers cutting down the stumps, when he turned around, Yifu was lying under the tree behind a big tree beside him. He held a cup of horns and his sword was placed beside him, and said to Arude with a smile.
Chapter completed!