On a battlefield covered with dark clouds, two chiefs and a chief from the Great Emirate of Fort Carmel gathered here. Armies from both sides were stationed. More than a thousand troops were mighty. Once the fighting started, it would be hell.

The chief of Fort Carmel could only use more than a thousand men to fight against the old Earl of Lens. Although he won a battle, he also lost two to three hundred people, which was considered a heavy price.

As for the other two chiefs of the Grand Emirate of Fort Carmel, the number of people who can be called upon is even smaller.

"Second brother, where are the Dilmans you mentioned? Why didn't I see their army?" Third child frowned.

"I have seen them. Their army has not completely arrived, but it is almost there. This is also a good force." The Dortmund chief shrugged.

"Where? How many people are there?" The third child didn't believe it.

"Far to the side, at least not here with us. Lao San, you are also the chief of Fort Norma County after all. Think carefully about what kind of trouble it will cause if those Dillmans help us openly. They

There are not many people, only fifty, but I saw ten heavy cavalry, led by a knight, and the rest are some armored retinues, which is pretty good." The Dortmund chief patted No.

Chief Marburg's shoulders.

"Ten heavy cavalry and forty retinues? This is quite a force. It is simply unbelievable that one knight can produce such a powerful force." The chief of Fort Norma couldn't help but sigh.

A charge by ten heavy cavalrymen is definitely one for ten. In this era when most of the troops are conscripted farmers, a charge can frighten most people, let alone fight against them.

"This is indeed a powerful noble, but that's all." The chief of Dortmund didn't care. For him, it would just take some effort to eliminate such a noble.

"Then when will they move out?" Chief Nomaburg asked again.

"Oh, those cunning guys will not charge from the side until we fight Lopul first." Chief Dortmund gritted his teeth. His plan to let those nobles consume the enemy's strength was undoubtedly in vain.

"Is that so... Do we really want to fight Lopul?" Chief Nomaburg was hesitant. He originally thought that this was just a large-scale confrontation, or a small confrontation at most, but now it seems that the situation has changed.

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"Why not? My brother, we have nearly seventy warriors together. Even now there are more than fifty on the battlefield. Plus the ten heavy cavalry of the Dilman people, we will not be better than Lopur."

The boy is inferior. You must know that the warriors he can call now are probably only sixty or seventy in total." The eyes of the Dortmund chieftain flashed the light of ambition.

"You...you are crazy! That's not what you said before, we are not here for a decisive battle!" Chief Nomaburg's breathing became rapid.

"My brother, this is an opportunity, and there is no better opportunity than this. I never thought that the Dillman noble could come up with so many uniformed cavalry, but now..."

"That guy Lopul definitely didn't expect this. He wouldn't know that we invited those idiots, and he wouldn't know that those idiots have such strong power. In other words, his estimate of our strength is completely wrong.

As long as we seize the opportunity, there is no way we will lose! Once we succeed, we will no longer have to worry about dying in his hands." The Dortmund chief followed the lead and knew that this younger brother was easily swayed.

"Okay... you are right, I hope you are right." As expected, Chief Nomaburg's tone softened, and Chief Dortmund's words moved him.

At the same time, Lopul's side was also having a discussion. The senior officials of Fort Carmel gathered together in a simple tent and looked at the map on the table, which was drawn by the old chief during his lifetime.

"Generals, my brothers have gathered together now to put the great emirate in danger. As the chief of the great emirate of Fort Carmel, I have the obligation to quell their rebellion, but their strength cannot be underestimated. You have

Any good suggestions?" Lopper tried his best to keep his tone calm and dignified, so as to make the old man of Fort Carmel feel more comfortable and not disobey him.

In fact, his worries were unnecessary. Since he won the war with the old Earl of Lens, there was no doubt about his authority.

"You are the only chief in the great emirate. We can directly attack those rebels. They will not be our opponents!"

"Maybe we can consider ambush or something..."

Lopul looked at the chattering warriors under his men and nodded with satisfaction. In his opinion, there should be no surprises in this war.

He would never lose. How could he, who had mastered the elite power of Fort Carmel, lose to his two younger brothers?

His eyes are bright, the flag of the Grand Emirate of Fort Carmel is waving, and he will bask in its glory!

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"They're going to fight."

Sylvia stood at a high place and looked out. Although he could only see a forest, with his intuition as a mercenary for many years, he could still feel the chill emanating from the air.

The birds were silent. The large-scale gathering of humans had already scared away these forest elves, and the entire forest was in a state of terrifying silence.

The red cross flag with a white background was fixed on the war horse under his crotch. It was the flag of the Haig Corps. All of them would follow this flag. Wherever the flag was, they would rush to it, just like the flag in Karl's hand.

Like a long sword.

"Chief, those aliens just came to urge us to attack again. Ha, I really want to shoot them to death. The way they pray to their so-called gods makes me sick. I guess their gods like brutality and killing."

A tall man with blond hair and blue eyes came over and said with a look of disgust.

"I say it again Luke, call me Sir or Corps Commander!" Sylvia said dissatisfied.

Luke is an old man who has followed him since he was a mercenary. They are very familiar with each other. The leader's title was also left over from that time. He is one of the few people who has not changed his title.

"Ha, I almost forgot that the leader is also a noble now, okay, sir." Luke shook his blond hair and let out a wild laugh.

"Have Leif send them away and tell them that we are still waiting for the arrival of other soldiers and will launch an attack soon."

Sylvia was not worried that Leif would leak their plan to the aliens, because even in this army, no one except Sylvia knew the real purpose or what they were going to do. They only knew to follow the flag.

In fact, people often came to him in the past few days to ask him who they were fighting for and why they came here to fight those Florians, but he dismissed them all.

"Okay Sir, I listen to you." Luke didn't ask much. Years of getting along with him made him know the temperament of his leader. The title of knight will make him a noble, but it will not let him get rid of that wild nature.

"In a few days, Lord Jazz should have almost arrived in Dortmund..." Sylvia lowered her eyes, and couldn't help but think that for this time, everyone at Seld Manor had come out, and Karl had rarely mobilized him.

All the troops that could be mobilized were even brought with them from the Knights of St. John.

Of course, he didn't explain much to the Knights of St. John, he just told them that they would launch a war against the pagans, take the land from their hands, and spread the gospel of the Lord to more distant lands, and this

Make those religious knights excited.

In this way, Karl's men gathered twenty-four religious knights. This was all the knights that the Knights of St. John could produce. After all, the Knights of St. John were not a too powerful knighthood, just a group that had reached the level of two.

Fourteen standard knights.

Coupled with the recruited farmers, the retinue of the Knights of St. John and the troops of the Seld Manor, the infantry has reached nearly 400 people. This can be used to fight a small-scale war with a young earl. After all, not everyone

A count can produce a standard fifty knights!

A standard baron is just twelve knights. This is the power of the church. Even for an ordinary knights, the number of knights it can provide is far beyond what ordinary nobles can match.

With so much force deployed, it can be said that once he fails, Karl will go bankrupt and even the entire territory will be completely destroyed. Therefore, he is not allowed to fail, and Sylvia naturally does not want Karl to fail. He is Karl's

It can be said that the knights of the inner palace, Karl, and the Dias family are both prosperous and devastated.

And his task is also very heavy, not only to make the aliens feel that his side is indeed preparing for war, but also to delay as much time as possible.

He had no ability to influence the side of Fort Carmel, so he could only try to hold back the chiefs of Dortmund and Fort Norma to slow down the progress of the war.

And he also has a mission, which is to try his best to withdraw this unit safely. This is why Karl is even willing to hand over all ten armored cavalry to his hands. It is better for the heavy cavalry to retreat if they want to.

Easy.

"But what exactly are the things Sir Sir is taking? Those sticky things..." Sylvia frowned again. He couldn't help but think of the large barrels of black, sticky and unpleasant liquid that Carl spent a lot of effort to produce.

, that smell made him nauseous, and Karl was very mysterious about it, only saying that it was a magic weapon that could win.

Although he was puzzled, he didn't ask too much. He believed in his master and just hoped that the title of "Karl the Miracle" could still play a role for him this time.


Chapter completed!