The whistle was the order, and the knights dispersed in the hedge gathered one by one, running after the dust raised by the Jarant war horse. Jarant turned his head and swept back quickly, shouting: "Report!"

The sound rang out in an orderly manner. Unlike the infantry phalanx lined up in neatly, it was difficult for the galloping cavalry to count one by one in the order of the queue. However, Gillant had already numbered the thirty knights one by one before departure. These knights reported only their own numbers in order. If the number was missing in the middle, Gillant could quickly grasp which knight had left the team.

Thirty numbers were reported, and the number was complete. After this wave of cavalry hedging, no one fell to the team.

So Gerant turned around and shouted: "What kind of result is the result? Report it!"

"I poked a knight off the horse, and the armor was deformed!"

"It's useless, the opponent has the ability to recover, is there any?"

"I poked a war horse across from me to death!"

"Smart! The opposite side can't give the war horse medicine, one head is missing! What about these? Are you injured?"

"I was slashed on my shoulder!"

"Good!" Jarant turned around and gave a look of praise, "When I go back, I will remember your first merit!"

In the distance, the Duke of Aquitaine's cavalry held the reins and gave up chasing. In their eyes, Jerant's behavior of retreating directly after a wave of attacks was too strange, and pursuit might be dangerous. And they now have a more important task than chasing the enemy - that is, to ensure the safety of the Duke of Aquitaine.

Of course, there are also many discussions:

"I didn't expect that Count Kelsi and his men had such a good knight. Why didn't I see him when he went to war with the Duke of Aquitaine before?"

"That's all right, they must be the intention of rebelling for a long time and deliberately preserve their strength!"

"If you don't know people, but your face, but your heart! If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who told me that Count Kelshe would betray the Duke, I would definitely draw my sword and chop him!"

"It's not a family, a lord, but a group of lords betrayal! What exactly happened? Are they not afraid of being charged with the rebels?"

"This is a political investment! As long as the Count of Ile-de-France wins, it is us who are charged, not them. They may be rewarded and used our territory..."

The Duke of Aquitaine himself was not hit by an arrow, but when he fell off the war horse, his head hit the ground hard. At this moment, he seemed to have been stunned by being knocked away, sitting on the stone looking blankly in the distance. Although there was a vague sound in his throat, he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Before the army behind arrived, the group of people did not dare to move forward rashly.

Jerant, with the thirty knights, rushed to Ella's barracks overnight. Halfway through, they took off their armor and threw them on the ground with their flags and weapons. When they were about to arrive at Ella's barracks, they ran to the riverside, wrapped them with water and soil, making their heads and faces dirty.

While the surrendered troops were having lunch, they rode into the camp like a wind, raising a large amount of dust into the bread and soup in the hands of the soldiers along the way. When the soldiers raised their heads and glared at them angrily, they heard the message they shouted in panic: "Not good! We were attacked by the Duke of Aquitaine!"

They ran all the way into Ella's tent. Before Ella heard their report, the news spread quickly in the barracks. Soon, the soldiers saw Ella and Alfred walking out of the tent with a serious look on their faces and quickly walked towards the carriage that was locked up with their lord.

The lords had already heard the news, but they were guarded by the soldiers and could not whisper, so they could only chew the food they sent to their hands with different expressions.

Ella quickly walked to the middle of them, and as soon as she reached out, she grabbed the collar of Earl Kelshi: "Why is the Duke of Aquitaine's troops here? What are you planning! Say it!"

Of course, Ella knew very well why the Duke of Aquitaine was here. But in front of those lords who did not know the truth, her questioning of the counterattack made them confused. They were afraid that Ella would be regarded as spies, and they were all busy expelling themselves, and no one suspected that it was Ella's trap.

"You said it has nothing to do with you? Do you think I am a fool? Paris is being besieged by the Duke of Normandy. If you hadn't reported the news, what did the Duke of Aquitaine come here? My subordinates were all cut and injured!"

In conjunction with Ella's words, the injured knight pulled down his clothes and showed the group of lords the newly injured knife wound on his shoulder.

"I'm not telling the truth yet, right?" Ella raised her eyebrows, "Come on, drag it out and give each of them a hundred military sticks, see if they will still not!"

"This really has nothing to do with us! We have been locked in the carriage all the time!"

Earl Kelshe complained loudly, but the rebels behind Ella did not listen to him, rushed up and suppressed him. Several lords had been pulled out with their limbs, struggling violently, and were slapped several times in the face.

"Wait a minute - wait a minute! You are wearing our armor this time!" Earl Kelshe grabbed the last straw, "If we colluded with him, you would not be attacked, aren't you?"

Alfred, who was standing by, couldn't help laughing out loud. He knew that Ella was waiting for this sentence, so that the best way to prevent the enemy from being suspected was to make the enemy think that the plan was created by themselves.

Ella thought about it in surprise for a while there, then waved her hand in a hurry: "Put them down!"

The lords were put down and sat on the ground and gasped. But before they could slow down, Ella pulled Count Kelshi and stared at him with big eyes: "Why did the Duke of Aquitaine attack you? Did you burn his house?"

"I...I don't know!"

"There must be a reason! Did you steal his sheep? If there was no grudge, he wouldn't even care about Paris and chase you all the way here?"

"The relationship between Earl Kelshe and Duke Aquitaine has always been very good, and may even be the Duke's most trusted vassal. Otherwise, the Duke would not have allowed him to lead his troops alone." A lord spoke to Earl Kelshe, "As for why he attacked us... we really don't know!"

"Speaking of this, the Duke seems to hate the most is the cowardly nobleman." Someone murmured from the side, "Will he... come here to clean up the portal this time?"
Chapter completed!