Start as Inherited Baroness

Seven or eight hundred meters down the gentle slope, thousands of people were rolling and fighting in the swamp mud pits, and there were many horses stuck in the mud neighing.

In addition, there are two thousand war horses grazing on the gentle slope to the east, guarded by dozens of cavalry.

The battlefield below was a mess.

"Lord Viscount! His Highness Feidi may have fallen into a trap. The Green Forest Brotherhood chose a good terrain!"

After observing carefully, Saumir frowned.

Simon also saw some clues. Except for the man-made dirt road in the middle of the gentle slope, there were swamps and mire on both sides.

But before, it was covered with dense grass. Without actual exploration, it would look the same as ordinary grass to the naked eye.

The Green Forest Brotherhood's army was arrayed at the other end of the swamp, assuming a posture to challenge the cavalry with light infantry.

It was clearly to lure the cavalry into charging.

It is estimated that Prince Feidi was not careful for a moment, was too impatient, and jumped into the trap.

Now the soldiers on both sides were wallowing in the mire, and the cavalry's impact advantage was gone.

Moreover, long weapons such as cavalry rifles are not conducive to such close combat.

The men of the Greenwood Brotherhood are ready for work and are fully equipped with light leather armor, battle axes, war hammers, daggers and other close-quarters weapons.

The Sword Cavalry Regiment is completely at a disadvantage, but there are many golden warriors among them, including several bronze knights.

With the support of high-end combat power, the two sides fell into a state of evenly matched fighting.

"Lord Viscount! What should we do?" Trodeau asked.

"Dismount! The cavalry is used as infantry, and replaced with weapons such as battle axes and one-handed swords." Simon pondered for a moment and said.

"Yes!" Trodeau hesitated a little and responded.

"Lord Viscount! We can't rush into battle rashly!" At this time, the bearded Baron shouted.

"Your name is Mike, right? What do you think we should do? Are you here to watch?" Simon asked.

"This...I..." Mike hesitated, unable to say anything.

"Quickly dismount! I will send two hundred people to join you in the battle, and the remaining people will serve as a reserve team and watch the horses here!"

Simon barked orders.

The barons under the direct jurisdiction of the king heard this and wanted to refute, but they didn't know what to say.

Their total cavalry number is 200, and they have also sent 200 people to join you. It is reasonable no matter how you look at it.

"Okay! Everything is to support His Highness Feddy!" Mike hesitated several times before finally sighing.

The direct barons led their soldiers to dismount and went to the carriage to pick out some handy close-quarters weapons.

"Thaumur, Trodeau, you two lead fifteen barons and soldiers under your command to participate in the battle." Simon ordered again.

"My lord, won't you come up?"

"Then who will be the reserve team?!" Simon shouted with eyes wide open.

"Yes!" Trodeau reluctantly accepted the order.

Simon nodded with satisfaction and said kindly: "His Royal Highness Feidi is struggling down below. I'll give you a chance to show your face. Don't be ignorant.

I'm already a viscount, and it's not that easy to get promoted again.

If you are favored by His Highness, it will be much better than being a baron with me! "

"Haha! That's what you said, thank you, sir!" Trodeau and the others responded with a smile.

A few minutes later, more than 400 dismounted cavalry were ready. Under the leadership of many noble lords, they roared towards the mire.

Simon sat on the red flame horse and watched the battle with a smile.

Later, if his side is about to win, he will lead his men to kill them and get them covered in mud.

If he fails, he will lead his direct troops and run away.

By then, who knows how many baron lords will be left? Save him the trouble of cleaning up later.

More than half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The thousands of people fighting in the mire were exhausted and covered in mud.

Some soldiers even had half of their bodies sunk in the mud, and they were still struggling to swing their cavalry spears.

But it was like time slowed down, everything was in slow motion.

"Sir! It's not good. The armor of the soldiers of the Sword Cavalry Regiment is too heavy, and their movements are slow in the mud."

Mailan said worriedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, another group of troops with flags arrived from the southwest.

Simon glanced at it and thought to himself: "Wanla! There is a tree behind the two spears crossed, it is the Green Forest Brothers Army!"

"The enemy has sent reinforcements again! At least several thousand!" He frowned.

"You barons, lead your soldiers to rescue His Highness Feidi, and leave everyone else alone!"

Simon shouted to the remaining barons who had not been sent out.

"Ah! Us!?" Their faces were full of nervousness and they were dumbfounded.

"If it weren't for you, how could it be me!? Go quickly! Rescue His Highness Feidi and maybe you will be made a viscount!

Those who disobey will be killed without mercy! "Simon pulled out the steel sword from his waist and roared with a fierce look in his eyes.

His direct soldiers also raised their weapons.

Currently, Simon has sixty-seven cavalrymen, while the combined strength of several barons is only more than forty.

Moreover, there was not a single advanced knight among them, so they did not dare to disobey orders. They took a look at Prince Feidi's approximate location and led his men to rush down.

At this time, Prince Feidi was no longer as calm and elegant as before. His whole body was covered with mud, and he was slashing wildly with his sword with a ferocious face.

"Cheer up!" He roared, a light shield appeared all over his body, and then pale golden ripples spread around.

Many soldiers were visibly more energetic.

But regardless of friend or foe, enemy soldiers within the coverage area will also benefit.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!! We can't fight anymore! Let's retreat! Their reinforcements have arrived!"

After killing a heavy axe soldier, the Knight Tuli moved to Prince Fedi with one foot deep and one foot shallow, shouting.

"Where are our reinforcements!?" Prince Fedi said angrily with bloodshot eyes.

"Your Highness! Only the 500 cavalrymen led by Viscount Simon can arrive. Look over there, all of them except those watching the horses have joined the battle!

Let's run out of this quagmire, get on the horses and leave here!"

The Knight Tuli pointed to the north and said anxiously.

Prince Fedi looked around and found that the elite of the Sword Cavalry Regiment was getting fewer and fewer, while the soldiers of the Green Forest Brotherhood were getting more and more.

He was startled and said resolutely: "Go! Retreat first!"

But at this time, dozens of short-axe men rushed towards them, and everyone rolled in the knee-deep mud for a while...

"Pass it on, catch the noble leader! Reward a thousand gold! After the establishment of the country, he will be made an earl!!"

Only half of the reinforcements of the Green Forest Brotherhood went into battle, and the other half watched at the edge of the swamp.

One of the leaders wearing heavy armor drew the fine iron sword at his waist and shouted.

All of a sudden, all the soldiers rushed towards Prince Feddy with a roar.

The golden double-headed eagle pattern on his armor was really eye-catching.

At this time, many of the nobles' troops had struggled out of the swamp and fled to Simon's position.

Sommier and Trodo were the first to be hit. They didn't go deep at first. Although they were covered in mud and staggered, they were very energetic.