Chapter 108 Battlefield Negotiations

The surging head of people, mixed with the sound of friction of iron tools and gentle breathing, moved this huge army. The clone is riding on a war horse and is fortunate enough to be at the forefront of the Aries Knights here. To others, being at the top of the queue is an honor, but to the avatar, it doesn't have much substantive meaning other than increasing the discipline to die. This huge army is marching at a slow speed. If you straighten your waist slightly and look behind you, you can understand the size of this army.

In this land where plains and bushes are mixed, if you look closely, you can't see the weeds and soil that you walked on not long ago. What unfolded before his eyes was the Ocean of Iron wearing various helmets. Almost the horizon as far as the eye can see is covered with troops. This is the huge military strength of 20,000 that the Principality of Kasmi is proud of.

Turning your head sideways, you can see that the people at the forefront of the army are cavalry. They are also called knights. Including himself, the Aries Knights and the three major knights of the Principality of Kasmi all lined up at the forefront, with heavy infantry, archers and spearmen behind them. A surprise attack on the Maltese forward army fifty miles away. The one on the far left of the team is naturally the Aries Knights where the clone belongs, while the one on the far right is the Flame Lion Knights led by Marquis Carmon.

In the center is the King's Knights, led by the Grand Duke himself. It felt funny when I thought about it, and the clone shook his head helplessly. The ruler of the Principality of Kasmi actually named the knights under his command King. Is he crazy about wanting to be king? You must have had enough of the oppression of your overlord country, the Engelland Empire. The distracted body smiled secretly, but cast his eyes towards the back of the team. It was an endless stream of infantry, archers, spear sergeants and hoplites. It's just that it's too far away, no matter how good the clone's eyes are, it can only see the armor that keeps flashing and shining.

Turning around, listening to the nervous gasps and the clash of iron tools from the twenty thousand people, the clone looked at the mighty White Orchid Countess Olina who was walking in front of the knights, wearing an Aries armor. I couldn't help but secretly think that if this armor were worn on me, it would definitely be more powerful than this ugly woman.

Just when the clone was secretly having an affair, this huge army crossed the last hillside. As time passed, they finally saw the Maltese camp in the distance where cooking was taking place with smoke rising. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and both the clone and the real body Paladin riding the horse on the other side could feel it, and the camp suddenly became quiet for a short time. But in the next second, the rapid whistle and panicked yelling immediately let them know that the enemy was frightened.

Think about it, the weather is fine in the morning, you and your comrades are gambling and chatting as usual, and when you are about to have a nice lunch, an army suddenly appears on the horizon in the distance! When the army kept emerging from the other side of the hillside and displayed the flag of the Principality of Kasmi, the personal feeling of death was definitely not a good memory.

In contrast, Paladin, who was closer to the Grand Duke, could feel the excitement and bloodthirsty passion of the soldiers around him. He raised his head and looked at the Archduke in the distance carefully. A fat middle-aged man with a fat head and a bloated armor. Although the upturned beard under the nose adds a bit of majesty, the small eyes make it impossible to feel the magnanimity that a commander should have. At this time, the Earl of Torch beside him immediately turned his head and suggested something. Thanks to his sensitive facial features and being relatively close to the Grand Duke, Paladin could still hear it.

But I heard the Earl of Torch excitedly suggesting: "My Grand Duke! This is the blessing of Enos. These idiots are having lunch now. As long as you give the order and charge with your troops, they will win a great victory!" Compared to the excitement of Earl Torch and Archduke Victoria, Sterk played with his raised beard and acted very calmly. I saw him speaking in that thick voice: "Dear Bunales, my lovely cousin, you are a nobleman, and you also enjoy the title of knight. How can you propose a sneak attack that is unchivalrous and contrary to knighthood?" What about reputation matters?”

Earl Torch was speechless for a moment, but he immediately suggested again: "Since you are afraid of insulting the knight's honor, let those mercenaries go up! In this way..." But before Torch could finish his words, the Archduke frowned in displeasure. He said happily: "Are you humiliating me? Bunales." "No... Please forgive my presumption."

Earl Torch's heart sank and he immediately looked apologetic. Seeing the Grand Duke turning back dissatisfied, he sighed in his heart: "Are you blinded by the so-called spirit and reputation? Cousin. The reputation on the battlefield only belongs to the victor, even if I have never been on the battlefield. Everyone understands the truth, why don’t you understand? Although twenty thousand against three thousand will definitely win the battle, but it will increase casualties for our precious soldiers for no reason. How will we deal with the main force of the Kingdom of Malta and Ai Xinzhe? ah!"

Earl Torch lamented in his heart, and Paladin, who was watching all this, realized that the team had no intention of attacking, but stood there and watched the Maltese army put on armor and line up to attack. The hearts of both the clone and the main body sank violently. At the same time, I immediately made an evaluation of the Grand Duke in my mind: "Twenty thousand versus three thousand is such a great achievement. Waiting and not doing anything is foolish."

However, unexpectedly, the three major knights, as well as many lords and nobles, except for the Count Torch who had never been on the battlefield with the Grand Duke, all other nobles ignored this stupid scene. Maybe they agreed with the Grand Duke's actions, or maybe they had protested like a torch, but were given a dirty lesson and chose to remain silent. These nobles watched numbly as the enemy troops gradually recovered from their panic state and formed a formation in front of the camp.

Through the gaze of the clone standing in the front row, the original Paladin could clearly see that the three thousand enemies, in addition to one thousand light cavalry, were about five hundred archers and fifteen hundred light infantry. To put it bluntly, using this well-equipped 20,000 troops to deal with these 3,000 poorly equipped troops is easier than crushing an ant.

It wasn't until the opposing army had finished lining up that Grand Duke Victoria waved. A knight behind him immediately picked up the lion flag of the Principality of Kasmi and rode towards the opposite side with the Grand Duke. At this moment, all the leading nobles standing at the front immediately took a knight and followed the Grand Duke on horseback.

Countess White Orchid turned back and glanced at the clone. The meaning is clear. Just want him to protect himself. Naturally, the clone was willing to take this decent and non-dangerous job, and followed him on horseback. As a result, all the first-class nobles in the Principality of Kasmi, including the Grand Duke, followed. He walked very leisurely to the center of the open space where the two teams were. He looked like he wanted to talk.

In view of the rules of the nobility, this form of negotiation cannot use any assassination or assault. Otherwise, not only will the reputation be greatly damaged, but the nobles in your hands will also leave because of such despicable behavior. So the leader of the Maltese enemy army sighed, and a knight, carrying the angry bear flag of the Kingdom of Malta, also walked towards the seven or eight people in front of him who were the core of the nobles who controlled the power of the Principality of Casmi.