Section 65: Fighting, Fighting

The lords of the lowland territory sent envoys to the fiefs of their inner-domestic knights. The envoys rode their horses day and night, bringing the lord's orders to the knights. The men in the fiefs were armed by the knights. They gathered at Haas Berg Castle under the leadership of the knights. The hundreds of knight flags of various colors and patterns were led by hundreds of knight flags, winding forward like rushing iron streams. The knights were wearing chain armor and plate armor, and the bright plate armor emitted dazzling light in the sun. The proud knights responded to the summons of their lords and rushed to the unknown battlefield, and followed them.

They were entourages wearing leather armor and a small amount of iron armor, as well as soldiers in cotton armor holding spears and pointed shields. They formed the main force on the battlefield with the knights. The rest were recruiting light infantrymen in different dresses and weapons of different grades. They came from farmhouses and towns. There were also a group of different people walking among the soldiers. They held wooden crosses high and recited prayers to the soldiers around them as they walked. These were priests from various villages, who were responsible for increasing the morale of the soldiers and acting as ambulances on the battlefield.

"My monarch, I come to serve you according to my oath~~~." After entering Haas Berg Castle, the knights saluted the lords who had already stood on the steps of the lord's hall and showed them the military strength they brought. The satisfied lords looked at the knights in the castle and the army stationed outside the castle. In their eyes, the damn Pumbrus people would be crushed by this army immediately, and the knights' swords would chop them to pieces.

Immediately there was a banquet held in Haas Bergburg, and the nobles and the knights drank together, as if they had driven away the damn Pumbrus people, as if the scene of the celebration banquet was so inconsistent.

"We are too optimistic." At this happy moment, only one lord kept calm, his brown eyes were full of worries. Although Lemondo was young, he had a clear and sharp mind. The years of civil war between the Pumbrus people made them not lack warlike soldiers, and this sudden attack must be prepared, but his compatriots were so careless, and it was hopeless.

"Hey, my friend, why are you so depressed?" Pedro walked to Lemondo with a mouthful of alcohol, and said with his hand on the shoulder of his friend.

"The battle is about to happen, are you still in the mood to drink?" Lemondo asked.

"Ha, what are you afraid of? There are strong castles and many knights here. Can those Purmen Bruces fly in?" Pedro shouted loudly, like a drunken drunk, but his words resonated among the lords. Everyone laughed and raised their wine glasses, chewing the ham in big mouths.

"Where is the battlefield that Pedro finally decided?" Lemondo had no choice but to try his best to ask for some useful information.

“In the plain east of Haasburg.”

"Is it the plain near the Pheasant Swamp?" Lemondo's brow frowned deeper, and he said excitedly, "How can you choose where? Although there are plains, there are more swamps and wetlands."

"Don't worry, as long as we defeat the Pumbrus people near the plains, they will definitely be captured by the King of the Swamps, who are scattered and unfamiliar with the terrain."

"It's too naive, they won't go." Lemondo shook his head, thinking that the Pumbrus would not be fooled.

"We have sent messengers and agreed on the battlefield." Pedro said in Lemondo's ear.

As Pedro said, the lowland lords sent several messengers to search for traces of the Pumbrus people in the lowland territories, which of course did not cause any trouble to them, followed the thick smoke that burned the village and the weeping farmers, who found this army from Pumbrus between the lowland jungles in the eastern part of the territory.

"Sir Earl, the messenger of the lowland lords is waiting outside." The young attendant William walked into the temporary tent and reported to Schwab. At this time, Schwab was working with Prince Masimilk to study the rough reconnaissance map drawn by the Husar cavalry. Of course, the Husar cavalry did not paint, they just protected a painter, and the painting was done by this painter.

"Look, Your Highness, this territory is full of swamps and wetlands, which is actually very conducive to our infantry attack. As long as we do not suddenly encounter cavalry in the plains, we have a great chance of victory." Schwab pointed to the map and preached to Prince Masimilk.

"Yes, it's still going well at the moment, but my friend, you said when will those lords come to settle the score with us?" Prince Masimilk asked with concern. After all, this is on the land of the lords of the lowlands, and they can easily gather troops that surpass themselves, but the prestige of the royal family has not yet taken root in the hearts of people here.

"I'm waiting for them?" Schwab heard the messenger of the Lowland Lord, and he felt calm in his heart that his looting had aroused the anger of the lowland Lords. He sent the messenger to send the letter of war, and he smiled at Prince Masimilk.

"His Royal Highness, I am the messenger sent by the Lords of the Lowlands." The messenger held a flag representing the lord who sent him, indicating his identity. He saw the villages and mills destroyed by the Pumbrus people along the way, and was extremely angry in his heart, but his duty made him necessary to complete his mission.

"What's wrong with you?" Schwab said.

"Is this?" The messenger looked at Schwab in dissatisfaction, not understanding why he was talking before the prince.

"This is Lord Schwab, Earl from Stockingshire, and he is the general of this unit." Prince Masimilk introduced to the messenger.

"So, was this general who issued the order to burn our territory?" The messenger looked at the young general in surprise. In his opinion, he could command an army of five thousand people, and he was also an old general with rich combat experience.

"That's right." Schwab shrugged and expressed responsibility for his actions.

"You are really a kind general." The messenger said sarcastically.

"Okay, what news do you have?" asked Prince Masimilk.

"To resolve our conflicts with each other, my lords suggest that there is no need to drag innocent people into this dispute."

"What is your suggestion?" Schwab asked.

"The battle between us will allow the bravest warriors on both sides to decide the outcome, and everything will be according to God's will." The messenger said to Prince Masimilk and Schwab, and then told Schwab the place where the battle was made. This kind of war was like a duel between knights, very gentlemanly.

"Your Highness, what do you think?" Schwab asked Prince Masimilk after the messenger left.

"I'm very worried that there must be a very favorable knight charge in the enemy." Although Prince Masimilk had not gone through war, he had been well-educated since childhood and also knew some basic knowledge of war.

"Well, I will ask the Husar cavalry to investigate carefully and figure out the terrain so that the enemy will not do anything." Schwab was worried about whether the enemy would set up any traps, but his concern was completely unnecessary. The arrogant lowland lord did not take the Pmenbruce seriously at all.

"Sir, are we going to advance to the place of the battle?" Bald Otto asked Schwab. Schwab was already on his horse, and he looked around.

"Otto, order the tactical phalanx to advance to the troops." In order to prevent the lowland lords from sneak attacking on the way, Schwab issued an order to advance to the tactical phalanx.

The so-called tactical phalanx refers to a strategy that can protect the main generals in time during the advancement and counterattack the enemy. The usual practice is that most spear soldiers are arranged into a large square array of three hundred people wide. The dense and huge square array center is Schwab and Prince Masimilk who command the battle, and a caravan pulling important materials. At the four corners of the large square array are four small square arrays. This small square array is usually composed of two-handed swordsmen. They are responsible for protecting the four corners of the square array to prevent the enemy's infantry from raiding. If attacked by cavalry, they will be transferred into the spear array. In addition, there are many scattered soldiers holding bows and crossbows around the entire square array. Their function is to reconnaise and block the enemy's advancement.

The entire huge square formation slowly advanced towards the target, and the Husar cavalry rode out of the square formation. They wanted to detect the terrain clearly before the square formation arrived and report to Schwab quickly.

"These Pumenbruces are really terrible." The messenger of the Lowland Lord did not walk far away. He rode his horse on a hill, looking at the large square formation like a moving forest, and was shocked. The neat square formation soldiers took unified steps in the sound of drums. The sound of footsteps was shaking, and the sound of people and horse barking was noisy. He really didn't know how these Pumenbruces came up with such an incredible way of combat. Thinking of this, he shivered and immediately turned his horse's head and ran towards Haas Bergburg.

"Sir, we successfully reconnaissed there." After half a day, the Husar cavalry returned to the square with the map and reported to Schwab.

"Oh, show me." Schwab, who was riding on the horse, took the map handed over by the Husar cavalry. He looked carefully and asked, "Is that a plain?"

"Yes, it's a small plain, but outside the plain are many crisscrossing swamps and wetlands," said the Husar Cavalry.

"Well, after seeing these guys, I plan to deal with us on the plain, haha." Schwab touched his chin, and it seemed that the lowland lords were very confident about their knights.

"What are you going to do, my friend Schwab?" Prince Masimilk asked curiously.
Chapter completed!