"Now, please invite both teams to enter!" the ordering officer shouted loudly to both sides.
"Ha!" An impatient Reginald private soldier held up the brim of his segmented helmet, and before the royal soldier next to him came to open the door, he directly supported the closed movable fence and climbed over.
"Miles, don't be anxious. The enemy won't run away from the battle. They'll be enough to kill you later!" Baron Reginald knew that his subordinate was impatient, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, appreciating the young man's eagerness to make achievements.
In addition to the half-yellow and half-green fluffy green grass on the huge competition ground, there are also some scattered stones and tree stumps. It seems that the royal family has knocked down many trees here in order to level the field.
As the game is about to begin, the blood in everyone's bodies is gradually heating up. Among the civilian audience, some farmers and businessmen who felt the heat even took off their shirts and cheered for the team they supported while shirtless.
On the opposite side, Ernest's men appeared calm and rational. They walked into the venue with steady steps after the royal soldiers pulled away all the heavy movable fences on their side.
"cut!"
Some martial mercenaries and gangsters hissed disdainfully upon seeing this. At this time, Western Europeans generally believed that a noisy and disheveled army was often more effective than an army with neat and disciplined appearance. Perhaps this was the result of the barbarian storm that year.
"I think Baron Reginald's men have a better chance of winning. Look at his group of wolf-like soldiers, each of them is like a wild horse," said one person in the crowded and noisy civilian audience next to the venue. The chubby businessman carefully picked up a piece of hard, black meat from his palm, put it into his mouth, chewed it hard, and said to a potter next to him who still had dry clay on his body, "And Baron Ernest's men are so well-behaved. They are like lambs in the sheepfold, have they just returned from a defeated war?"
"I don't know, maybe there is a silent lion hidden under that weak sheepskin." The old potter touched his stubble-covered chin with his old hands sticky with mud, squinted his eyes and looked at the two already Entry team.
"Hey, look here, gentlemen, do you want to take a bet? If you bet ten copper coins on Baron Ernest to win, if he loses, the copper coins will go to our banker, but if he wins, you will get twelve A copper coin. On the contrary, if you bet the same copper coin on Baron Reginald, if he wins, you can get fifteen copper coins back!"
Among the civilian audience, a smart and articulate young man wearing a brown linen robe spoke loudly in the crowd, protected by several fierce thugs wearing leather armor and holding hatchets and hammers.
Some citizens with spare money walked up to them curiously, rubbed their heads and thought for a while, then took out their money bags and took out copper coins to tell the young people who they wanted to deposit and the amount they wanted to deposit.
After the thugs behind the young people collected the money, they would draw different simple letters on pieces of specially marked linen rags to represent the teams they were betting on, and then write the amount of the gamblers' bets on the rags. The rag is then handed to the person who has completed the bet.
"Hey, just because of his reputation, are Baron Reginald's odds so high? I don't think so. The ferocious bear from Franconia will definitely surprise all of you," the fat businessman chewing meat strips angrily He said unfairly, counted out twenty copper coins from the money bag, handed it into the hands of the stout thug carrying the big money bag, and said to the young man, "I think your banker is simply doing charity for us." Send money! Come on, I'll bet twenty copper coins on Baron Reginald to win!"
"Okay sir!" The young man squatting on the ground quickly dipped in the ink bottle, took out a piece of rag from the big cloth bag on the grass, and wrote the initials "R" of Baron Reginald's name. , then used Latin numerals to draw two "X"s under the "R" to represent twenty, and then handed the rag to the fat businessman.
The same scene happened in every corner of the civilian auditorium. Regardless of whether those people wanted to make more out of greed, or they firmly believed in Reginald's strength, overall, more people won by betting on Baron Reginald.
"Simon, let's take a gamble too?" Regel said and waved to his attendant. When the little attendant saw it, he immediately passed through the crowded crowd and ran away towards the wooden stand. come over.
"I think it's okay." Simon nodded and waved to the fat man.
After Regel's attendants and the fat man arrived at the wooden stand together, Simon and Regel each took out some Denier silver coins and handed them over to them, and gave them some instructions.
"It seems we have the same idea." Looking at the backs of the little attendant and the fat man walking away with the money, Regel immediately turned his head and smiled at Simon.
"Heroes think alike."
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An ant crawls in what seems to be a huge forest of grass, looking for the food that their group needs to survive the winter. The ant climbed onto a piece of gravel, where it smelled the scent of oil and found some scattered black bread crumbs, which seemed to have been left by the workers who had come to level the site not long ago.
The ant was biting a small piece of bread crumbs. Just as he was about to leave the gravel, the stone suddenly took off, carrying this innocent little creature who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and smashed it into the grass not far away.
"These damn stones," a Reginald private soldier muttered as he kicked the stones at his feet towards the edge of the field. "If the fighting gets fierce and I slip on the stones, that will be terrible." What a bad luck.”
"Think about it from another angle. Maybe your opponent tripped over a rock?" The private soldier with a good face next to him smiled. His plump apple muscles looked like two eggs hanging on his face. .
"Cheer up and kill them all in no time. Let that arrogant Ernest become history and become our stepping stone!" Baron Reginald cheered loudly to the men around him.
"Drink!" Each of Reginald's private soldiers roared loudly, sharply, or hysterically, responding to Baron Reginald's shouts with full energy.
On the other hand, Baron Ernest's men silently took out their swords from the scabbard, deftly took off their axes and maces from their waists, raised their heads and stared at the beast-like beast on the opposite side. The strong contempt and disdain of Baron Reginald's soldiers almost made Baron Reginald's Tianling Gai furious.
"We are usually pious and keep ourselves, restrain ourselves from doing anything that God does not like, spurn all evil deeds and crimes that God considers, protect the weak, expel heretics, and uphold justice. I won't say more, everyone We all understand. I believe that God must be on our side. God bless!" Baron Ernest's voice was not loud, but it was enough to mobilize the passion and blood in the hearts of every subordinate.
"God bless!" Ernest's men shouted at the top of their lungs.
In a strong gust of wind, all the robes and mail shirts worn by Ernest's men were blown up and rustled, but their hands holding weapons and their steps firmly on the ground were not the same as those on the cliff. Old pine trees are generally stable and tough, motionless.
"Kill them all!" As Baron Reginald shouted, he and his men roared and rushed towards the Ernest soldiers standing in a row. The simultaneous charge of only twenty people actually had the suffocating feeling of hundreds of people shouting to kill. Both the nobles and the common people were shocked by the overwhelming momentum.
In the audience, the Duke of Franconia, who was accompanying the king, showed a proud smile, and glanced at the Duke of Bavaria, who was staring at the competition venue from a distance and looked a little dignified, pretending to be calm.
"Oh my god, you are indeed a Franconian ferocious bear. Baron Ernest is in danger!" The old potter in the civilian audience, who had been calm and steady before, was so frightened by the murderous aura of Reginald's soldiers that his throat tightened. It was tight, and I felt that my legs were weak, and then I felt the urge to urinate, and it was even difficult to breathe.
The old potter couldn't help but imagine that if he were a soldier who faced off against Baron Reginald on the battlefield, even if he was wearing strong chainmail, he would probably be overwhelmed by the fierce charge of such a bunch of desperate lunatics. He was instantly defeated, then he dropped his weapon and turned around, wishing his parents had lost two legs and ran away behind him.
Compared to the civilians who were scared to death and shivering, Baron Ernest and his men seemed more calm and composed. They took a deep breath and rushed towards Baron Reginald's team while shouting.
Seeing the two groups of men and horses getting closer and closer to each other, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
