Lord of Glory-Chapter 107: Battlefield Negotiations

Heads surged, interspersed with the scraping sound of iron and gentle panting, driving this huge army. The doppelganger rode on a warhorse and had the honor of being at the forefront of the Aries Knights on this side. For others, it was an honor to be at the head of the line, but for the doppelganger, it didn't mean much of anything substantial except to increase the discipline of sending death. This huge army was marching at a slow pace. Slightly straightening his back and looking behind himself, one can understand the magnitude of this army.

The plains and bushes confused this land, if you look around, you can't see the weeds and soil that you stepped on not long ago. What unfolded in front of eyes was an ocean of iron wearing various helmets. An army that covers almost the horizon as far as the eye can see, this is the huge military strength of 20,000 that the Principality of Kasmi is proud of.

Turning his head sideways, he could see that those lined up at the forefront of the army were all cavalrymen, nicely called knight lords. Including himself, The Aries Knights, the three major orders of the Principality of Kasmi were all lined up at the forefront, side by side with the heavy infantry and archers and lancers behind them. The attack was made towards the Maltese vanguard fifty miles away. On the far left of the line was naturally The Aries Knights, where the doppelganger was located, while on the far right was the Flaming Lion Knights led by the Marquis of Carmon.

In the center is the King's Knights led by the Grand Duke himself. When I think about it, I feel funny, the doppelganger shook his head helplessly. This Kasmi Principality's ruler actually named the knight order under his own command king. Is he crazy for wanting to be a king? He has already had enough of the oppression of the sovereign state, the Englan empire. The doppelganger laughed in his heart, but his gaze went to the back of the group. There was an endless stream of infantry, archers, spear sergeants and heavy infantry. Only too far away, even if the doppelganger's eyes are good, they can only see the armor that keeps shining.

Turning back, listening to the tense gasps and iron clashes from these 20,000 people, the doppelganger looked at Countess Orinna of White Orchid, who was walking in front of the knight group and was incomparably powerful in white sheep armor. I couldn't help but think to myself, if I wear this armor on my body, it must be more powerful than this ugly woman.

Just when the doppelganger was secretly thinking, the huge army crossed the last hill, and with the passage of time, finally saw the Maltese camp in the distance that was cooking with smoke and fire. Time seemed to stop at this moment, the doppelganger and the other side of the body on horseback Paladin were able to feel that the camp was suddenly briefly quiet. But in the next second, the sharp honking and panicked shouting immediately let them know that the enemy was frightened.

Think about it, it's a beautiful morning, you and your comrades are gambling and chatting as usual, about to have a nice lunch when suddenly the army pops up on the horizon in the distance! When the army keeps popping up from the other side of the hill and the flag of the Principality of Kasmi is displayed, the physical feeling of death is definitely not a good memory.

In contrast, Paladin, who was closer to the Grand Duke, could feel the excitement and bloodthirsty desire of the soldiers around him. He raised his head and carefully looked at the Grand Duke in the distance. A middle-aged fat man with a fat head wearing bloated armor. Although the raised beard under the nose added a little majesty, but the small eyes made it impossible to feel the bearing that a commander should have. At this time, the Count Torch who was 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 him.

Hearing the Count Torch excitedly suggested: "My lord! It's the blessing of Enos, they are eating lunch now, if you give the order, throw the troops to charge and you will win!" Compared to Count Torch's excitement, Archduke Victoria, Stirk, however, played with his cocked beard and acted very calmly. He said in a thick voice: "My dear Bunnales, my lovely cousin, you are a nobleman and enjoy the title of knight, how can you propose such an unchivalrous and dishonorable thing as a sneak attack?" 𝑏𝘦𝘥𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Count Torch was instantly dumbfounded, but in a moment proposed again: "Since we are afraid of degrading the reputation of knights, let those mercenaries go up! In this way….." But before Torch could finish his words, the Archduke frowned very unpleasantly and said, "Are you insulting me? Bunnales." "No. Please forgive my presumption."

Count Torch's heart sank and he immediately made an apologetic face. Seeing the Archduke turn back very dissatisfied, but in his heart, he sighed very much: "Blinded by the so-called spirit and reputation? Cousin. The honor on the battlefield belongs only to the victor. Even I, who have never been on the battlefield, understand the truth, how can you not understand it? Although 20,000 against 3,000 is definitely winning the battle, but for no reason to increase the death and injury to our precious soldiers, when the time comes, how will we deal with the main force of the Kingdom of Malta and Aixinzhe? ah!"

Count Torch lamented in his heart, while watching all this Paladin after finding that the team did not have any intention to attack, but stood dead in place watching the Maltese army put on their armor and line up to attack. The hearts of both sides of the bilocation and the body sank violently. At the same time the heart of this archduke immediately hit on a paragraph evaluation: "20,000 to fight three thousand, what a great achievement. Waiting and not sending out is foolish."

But quite unexpectedly, the three major knight groups, and many lords and nobles, except for Count Torch, who had not been on the battlefield with the grand duke, all the other nobles ignored this foolish scene. Perhaps they agree with the Grand Duke's approach, or perhaps once protested like the Torch, but was splashed with dirty lessons and chose to be silent. These nobles all watched numbly as the enemy troops gradually recovered from their state of panic and took up positions in front of the camp.

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

It was not until the opposing army had lined up that Grand Duke Victoria waved. A knight behind him immediately carried the lion banner of the Duchy of Kasmi and rode with the Grand Duke towards the opposite side. At this instant, all the leading nobles standing at the forefront immediately took a knight with them and rode after them to follow the Archduke.

The Countess White Orchid turned her head and glanced at the doppelganger. The meaning is clear. It is to him to escort herself. The avatar was naturally willing to have this decent job without danger, so he rode his horse and followed. Ever since, including the Grand Duke, all the first-class nobles in the Principality of Kasmi followed. Very leisurely, they walked to the center of the open space between the two teams. As if to talk.

In view of the rules of the nobility, this form of negotiation cannot use any assassination or surprise, otherwise it will not only cause a great loss of reputation, but also the nobles on the ground will leave because of such despicable behavior. So the leader of the Maltese enemy army sighed, and a knight carried the Angry Bear flag of the Kingdom of Malta, and walked towards the seven or eight members of the core nobles who held the power of the Principality of Kasmi in front of him.