Throne of the North

Finally, the angry bucket lady was driven away, and Baron Hatton's expression was a little red.

He looked at Ryan with a little admiration in his eyes.

"Ryan, how did you make this bitch faint?"

"The charm of language, don't worry, others will know that it was the brave Baron Hatton who drove away a bitch from the Knight Territory."

Hatton was immediately proud of it.

Two more days passed, and the response from Baron Roche that Ryan had been waiting for finally came.

...

"Ryan, Ryan, it's bad, Roche, that damn guy, actually showed up in my territory with his army."

Hatton ran to Ryan in a panic, and it seemed that he didn't even put on his clothes properly, and his face was full of fear.

"My slaves said that Baron Roche's army numbered tens of thousands and had already broken into my farm from the south."

"Tens of thousands?"

Ryan looked helpless.

"Do your slaves know how to count? They can actually tell how many people are on the other side. Has Baron Roche moved the entire territory here?"

Hearing Ryan's words, Hatton also reacted and said angrily:

"The damn slave actually dared to deceive the noble Lord Hatton, I'm going to beat him to death!"

"Let's go meet this Baron first."

With the help of the soldiers, Ryan also wore gorgeous mithril armor and rode a warhorse. Hatton next to him followed suit, but the knight's armor looked a little bloated, not inferior to that bucket lady.

Behind him, hundreds of soldiers standing neatly in a row also made Hatton appear to be brave enough to command the world, and his huge body was a little excited.

"Ryan, if I order a charge, they will definitely rush out, right?"

Hatton had some climax-like fantasies, and then he was shivering under a basin of cold water poured by Ryan.

"No."

"Maybe your son can make those dozens of people rush out if he speaks up."

Hatton was a little discouraged. He still knew his own abilities, but he soon became proud that his eldest son was better than himself.

In order to show his strength, Hatton still organized three to five hundred serfs to follow the army, and then slowly moved towards the farm in the south.

Ryan was also a little speechless. Baron Roche didn't look like a noble who was good at military warfare.

When Ryan arrived at the farm with his army, he looked at the huge army in front of him. There was no surprise, and his scouts didn't send any different news. Baron Roche really brought these hundreds of people here to wait for them.

Ryan didn't know whether he was showing off or confident in the strength of his soldiers. In short, the war between nobles was so rough. Everyone pulled out two armies of serfs, and then chose a battlefield to charge each other.

This is also the reason why Knight Water, who was attacked from behind before, had no resistance at all.

Simple and crude, without any redundancy.

In this world, the most fundamental gap between nobles and civilians comes from two points.

Extraordinary power and knowledge.

But these two can also be regarded as one. Enough knowledge contains extraordinary, and extraordinary can also bring more knowledge, but even so, in terms of military warfare, there are still not many nobles who have talent or master some military knowledge.

Looking at the hundreds of soldiers who are still in good shape around Baron Roche, Ryan understands that the Roche family is indeed going to surpass Baron Hatton. Maybe their ancestors left some books on war, military, and soldier training.

But that's it.

Seeing Hatton's arrival, Roche also came out in the crowd and started the standard trash talk before the war between nobles.

"Baron Hatton, you have kidnapped my lord, a noble noble of the empire, without any noble etiquette. I now inform you in the name of the empire's nobles to release Lord Water immediately and compensate Lord Water for his mental damage of 20,000 gold coins."

"Roche, you are a sinister and cunning guy. You ordered Knight Water to break into my territory, and you dare to ask me for gold coins?"

Baron Hatton was furious and drew out the knight's sword with some difficulty.

"You are a sinister and cunning guy, just like your father. You should not be a crow, but a vulture that eats carrion. You are not worthy of being a noble noble!"

"You are not qualified to insult my father!"

Baron Roche also became angry, "Hatton, you are just like your dead father, without any wisdom, just a pig!"

"Charge, I want to tie that dead fat pig back and kneel in front of my father's grave!"

With Roche's order, seven or eight hundred messy soldiers behind him rushed forward, and the pressure brought by the fifty knights in the lead still made Baron Hatton calm down a little.

The result of calmness was that Baron Hatton also raised his sword.

"Charge, kill them all, and catch that guy Roche for me. I want to lock him in the pigsty!"

Not many people responded to him, but fortunately Ryan raised his hand, and the more than 800 serf soldiers behind him also rushed out without any rules.

But the hundreds of fully armed cavalrymen behind him did not move.

"Follow what I taught you, Brand."

"Follow your will."

A deep voice came from under Knight Brand's visor, and then hundreds of knights turned their horses silently, quickly bypassed the distance, trampled on the farm, and appeared on the side of the battlefield.

"Lian, do you remember what I taught you?"

Ryan said, and the eldest son of Baron Hatton, who was staying quietly next to him, was also a little excited at this moment.

"Mr. Lane, I will do what you say."

After saying that, the war horse under him moved forward. Lien's childish voice was drowned in the chaotic battlefield, but fortunately, his identity and the height of the horse he was riding still caused the surrounding soldiers to gather towards him.

"The shield soldiers squat down quickly and press their shoulders against the shield. The spear soldiers don't move. Put down your spears and press them against the shield. No chaos, no chaos. If anyone dares to run around, I will chop him to death!"

Lien shouted excitedly, but in this chaotic battlefield, there were not many people who could follow his orders. Only less than a hundred people gathered together, clutching the weapons in their hands with pale faces, looking at the dozens of people in front of them with fear. The cavalry, which made the ground tremble, rushed toward him.

No one is not afraid of death. If the slaves in these noble territories were not so afraid of death, there would be no slave class in the world.

Extreme fear is a test of character. In short, whether it is because the fear of the nobles has defeated the fear of death, or it is because they are so frightened that Liu Shen is unable to move, the cavalry has appeared in front of them.

The serf soldiers who were blocking the front and didn't even know where to run were instantly knocked away by the ferocious war horses. They vomited blood in mid-air and twitched continuously when they fell to the ground. They narrowly escaped death.

Bloodily tearing open the defense line of Shenma's leadership, the cavalry roared with blood boiling, but the next moment, after knocking away the soldiers who were close at hand, the cold and sharp spear edge appeared in front of them.

Before the cavalry could react, the war horses neighed in pain, and then the knights on them felt a spin. They fell off the horses with their heavy armors and hit the ground and were dizzy. If it weren't for them, they would all be dizzy. Having practiced the Knight's Breathing Technique, I'm afraid he would have died at this time.

"Idiot, what are you doing standing still? Kill them!"

Lien roared in the distance. He looked at the serf soldiers who were stunned in place facing the falling knight. He was furious, but he himself was holding the knight's sword with a white palm and did not dare to step forward.