Chapter 48 Duel for Love

This reinforcement that suddenly appeared was actually Schwab who returned from the eastern territory. In order to repay Schwab to rescue his descendants, the eastern nobles sent their highly skilled knights from their inner-domestic knights, either three or two. When Schwab left, there was a team of more than 100 knights, and there were five hundred spear soldiers accompanying these knights. Unexpectedly, they met Duke Frandel and his group who were attacked by the enemy at the Antioch Castle.

At the critical moment, the knights led by Schwab rescued Duke Frandel from the brink of death. The Antioch knights' combat power was no worse than that of the Crusaders. They lived in this hot environment since childhood. From an adaptive perspective, they were more suitable for fighting against the Sudanese. The Sudanese riders were light cavalry. Their main task was to search for enemy archers, and to attack the enemy's flanks or rears when necessary. They were soon defeated in the face of the heavy chain armored knights.

"Duke, are you okay?" Schwab rode to Duke Frandel and saw the old duke sitting on the rock, guarding the vassals next to him, and jumped off the horse. The Antioch Knight next to him quickly grabbed the reins.

"It's you, Count." Duke Frandel nodded slightly. The series of battles made him particularly tired, but in order to stabilize the morale of the army, he had to hold on and relax a little until this time.

"Sir, when will you come back?" Bald Otto walked over with a smell of blood all over his body, and he heard his hearty laughter from afar. He took off his helmet and clamped it under his arm.

"I just came back, and the brave Eastern Knights who accompanied me back were the brave Eastern Knights." Schwab said in praise at the Antioch Knights who beat the Sultan riders all over the ground.

"Thanks to you and those knights, otherwise I would have suffered a loss this time. Damn weather." Bald Otto sat on a wooden stake, took the skin full of water handed over by the servant, and couldn't wait to pour it into his mouth. The hot weather greatly reduced the fighting power of the Teutonic knights.

Repelling the pursuing Sultan soldiers, Duke Frandel led the nobles and soldiers to slowly withdraw the territory near the safe Antioch Castle, where there were enough blocks to arrange these exhausted soldiers. The nobles sat into the hall of this small castle, and the owner of the castle quickly arranged for servants to provide rest and drink for these tired nobles who fought. Of course, some docile young and beautiful maids would share the bed with the nobles on the warm bed.

"Damn war." The nobles cursed, the war that almost killed their lives, while drinking the wine provided and flirting with the beautiful and plump girls. At this time, Latina danced gracefully in the middle of the hall, and the exotic dance was beautiful. Schwab also stopped drinking and looked at the mysterious dancer.

"Hi, beautiful dancer come here." A drunk nobleman stood up in a slanted manner, trying to reach out and grab Latina. The drunk man was rude and terrible, but Latina was not afraid, but just accidentally fell to avoid the noble's dirty hands.

"Hi, stop." Just as the nobleman's hand was about to touch Latina, Schwab grabbed the arm, preventing his rude behavior towards Latina, but also made the Antioch nobleman angry.

"What do you want to do? The Pumbrus?" The nobleman was young and energetic, a vassal of Duke Frandel. It was obvious that the nobleman who was blinded by alcohol would not give up.

"Latina, are you okay?" Schwab ignored the alcoholic. Latina looked at Schwab with a smile. The others were also very surprised. Why did Count Schwab protect a dancer?

"Damn it, you dare to ignore me. I want to duel with you." The nobleman opened his collar and picked up the leather gloves he placed on the table. Although his friends wanted to stop him, they failed. When he threw the gloves on Schwab, the situation forced Schwab to accept the challenge.

"What are they doing?" Duke Frandel saw the chaos in the middle of the hall and asked curiously to the people beside him.

"They seem to be fighting, Lord Duke."

"Dull, who and who, why?"

"It is said that Earl Schwab and Baron Hegrell are for a dancer."

"Oh, look at God's sake and let them stop. Antioch still needs them now. We cannot kill each other before we eliminate the pagans."

"It's too late, Lord Duke, Earl Schwab has accepted the duel, and if it stops at this time, it will only damage his honor."

"Oh." Duke Frandel sighed, frustrated by his powerlessness.

The duel between the two sides was held in the hall, surrounded by young nobles and knights who were swept up to the minds by alcohol and blood. They were witnesses of the duel, and the weapon chosen by both sides was sword. Schwab felt that he was so impulsive at this time. When he saw Latina being bullied, he involuntarily took action. Perhaps it was because of gratitude for everything Latina did to help him. This indescribable emotion made Schwab shake his head vigorously, allowing these things to stay away from him for the time being, because there was a duel waiting for him.

Baron Hegrel held his sword in his hand and pressed his other hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. The Baron, who is very confident in his sword skills, uses a double sword flow of a long sword and a short sword. The advantage of this sword technique is that it can attack and defend quickly, attack and defend with a long sword, and of course, a short sword that is not noticeable when necessary can also pierce the enemy's lower abdomen.

Schwab drew his sword, and the sword of Pummbrus was slightly longer than that of other countries. Therefore, Schwab held the sword in both hands and raised the handle a little, aiming the sword tip from above at Baron Hegrel. Pummbrus' swordsman focused on attacking, and practical, fast and agility were the specialty of this swordsman. The swordsmen of Pummbrus who held the sword in the dense forest were using this fancy sword technique to fight each other, or were hired by the nobles of other countries.

"It's going to start, haha." The nobles and knights held wine glasses or food, and watched the competition at banquets was a traditional entertainment of this era. Of course, if there was a duel with some danger, it would be even more worth cheering.

"Ah." Baron Hegrel launched the first attack. He stabbed Schwab's chest with a long xiphoid raid, but was quickly blocked by Schwab with the handle of his long sword. The first attack and return attack of both sides only occurred in an instant. Then Schwab's right foot moved forward a few steps. The sword tip in his hand dripped across Baron Hegrel's face, leaving a shallow scar on his face. If the Baron hadn't reacted quickly, the sword would have pierced his eyes.

"It's almost." Bald Otto said with a laugh indifferently. In his opinion, the young Baron was definitely not Schwab's opponent, but his laughter aroused the dissatisfaction of the Antioch nobles, but this was the same as fans who supported a different team.

Schwab's blocking uses the sliding between the sword and his small footsteps to complete the defense. The shortcomings of the excessively long sword being unfavorable to defense are covered by this method. People around him only saw Schwab constantly raising his arms and blocking the long sword between himself and the Baron like a barrier. Baron Hegrel continued to use two swords to quickly stab at it. Although he was a rude and rude guy, he was very smart. His continuous attack was to test Schwab's defensive loopholes, which was also Antioch's sword technique.

"It's really difficult." Schwab frowned, moving his steps while waiting for his opponent to reveal his flaws, but the Baron's swordsmanship is very good, which is inversely proportional to his character. Schwab can be sure that if he is careless, the short sword will pierce into his body. When the two sides fought for a hundred times, the sound of the sword and the sword sounded in the hall. People around him watched the two of them in amazement, and sweat unknowingly soaked their shirts.

"Central." Suddenly, Baron Hegrel saw Schwab slipping a little by the wine spilled from his feet, and his pace was a little slower. This made Schwab's sword take back a little slower, and the Baron's long sword stretched to Schwab's chest.

"Oh no." Bald Otto also put down the food in his hand and stood up with his mouth wide open. But Schwab knocked down the Baron's long sword with his sword, but the Baron's short sword stabbed Schwab's thigh down.

"That's great, Baron Hegrel is going to win." The nobles of Antioch couldn't help but be excited. Even Baron Hegrel smiled proudly, but Schwab waved his hand and slashed a sword. Baron Hegrel did not expect Schwab to be able to fight back with pain. At this time, in order to attack Schwab, he entered Schwab's attack range too close and fell to the ground without dodging. The short sword in his hand slid to the point where he couldn't reach his hand. Schwab limped away the sword in his hand, and there was peace around him. Everyone was watching Schwab's actions holding their breath.

"It's not enough to use the sword as a punishment, this is the end of my woman." Schwab gritted his teeth, the wound on his thigh was not very deep. Baron Hegrel stood up naked. He swung his fist at Schwab but failed. Schwab subdued him with a grapple gesture, and then punched the Baron in the face. After several punches, Baron Hegrel temporarily lost his mind.

"The person who came brought the baron back to his room and asked a doctor to help the Count to deal with the wound." Otto, bald, came over and separated the crowd and said to the servants. The Antioch nobles around him all applauded, admiring Schwab's fighting skills and the generousness of the baron.

"Oh, give me a glass of wine." Schwab ignored everyone, found a seat and sat down. He happened to face Duke Frandel, who handed a glass of wine to Schwab.

"I'm fighting well. I hope you can continue to be so brave in the next war against heresy." The Duke said with a smile. This was a fair duel and no one could question it.

"Ah, it's just that when will the Templars and other knights arrive? We don't have enough troops." Schwab took a sip of himself, then poured other spirits on his wounds, wondering in his heart that he had been stabbed for Latina. Did he fall in love with Latina?

"Sir, let me deal with your wound." At this time, Latina pushed away the doctor and knelt in front of Schwab, wrapping the wound with a wool bandage. Her careful appearance and her seductive look when she knelt down made people excited.

"Ha, it's great to be young. I'm going to rest. You know the old man is always tired." Duke Frandel smiled and looked at Latina and Schwab, then stood up and left the dining table, and returned to his second floor bedroom with the help of his servant.

"My woman? I'm very curious, Lord Earl, when did I become your woman?" Latina raised her head, raised her face and looked at Schwab with a smile. Her slender hands gently stroked across Schwab's thighs.

"This is just to block those nobles' words." Schwab didn't know why he suddenly said that. Maybe in his subconscious mind, did he really think that Latina is already his woman.

"Ha, arrogant Count, is it so difficult for me to admit that you like me?" Latina stood up, but suddenly sat sideways on Schwab's uninjured thigh. The scent of the nose rushed into Schwab's nose. This fragrance was really familiar.

"You?" Schwab looked at Latina sitting on her lap. She was really light. Her slender thighs gently rubbed against Schwab's body. The nobles around him laughed and tactfully dodged away.

"If you tell a lie, you must keep saying it." Latina approached Schwab's ear and made a tempting sound. Her face was so beautiful. Schwab thought this way. Although Latina's skin was not very fair, she had an indescribable charm that other women did not have. If it was compared to flowers, then only poppy flowers were the most suitable, full of beauty and mystery.

"What do you want me to do?" Schwab was almost lost in the scent of Latina. Latina's breasts were not very plump, but they were of the right size and had a tight and fullness. Her waist was slender and flexible.

"Do it just do it." Latina leaned gentlely on Schwab, and Schwab picked her up as if she had found a demon, stood up and walked towards her bedroom. Under the temptation of beauty, the injured leg seemed to have become full of strength. As she walked, Schwab and Latina kissed each other unconsciously, their tongues entangled.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to kiss so much, Earl." Latina's face flushed and she was so high. As soon as she entered the bedroom, the two of them couldn't help but return to the primitive era.

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