Throne of the North.

Chapter 78 War
Finally, the angry bucket lady was driven away, and Baron Hutton's face turned red.

He looked at Ryan with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Ryan, how did you manage to make this bitch faint?"

"The power of language. Don't worry, everyone will know that it was the heroic Baron Hatton who drove away a shrew from the Knights' Territory."

Hutton immediately felt proud of it.

Two more days passed, and Ryan finally got the response from Baron Roche that he had been waiting for.

……

"Ryan, Ryan, this is bad. That damn guy Roach actually showed up in my territory with his army."

Hatton ran towards Ryan in panic, without even putting on his clothes properly, his face full of fear.

"My slaves said that Baron Roche's army of tens of thousands has invaded my farm from the south."

"Thousands?"

Ryan looked helpless.

"Do your slaves know how to count? They can actually tell how many people are on the other side. Did Baron Roche move his entire territory here?"

After hearing Ryan's words, Hatton also reacted and said angrily:

"This damn slave actually dared to deceive the noble Master Hatton. I will beat him to death!"

"Let's go meet this Baron first."

With the help of the soldiers, Ryan also wore gorgeous mithril armor and rode a warhorse. Hatton next to him followed suit, but the knight's armor looked a bit bloated, not inferior to that of the bucket lady.

Behind him, the hundreds of soldiers standing in neat rows also made Hutton feel a kind of heroic spirit of commanding the whole country, and his huge body seemed a little excited.

"Ryan, if I give the order to charge, they will definitely charge out, right?"

Hatton started to have some climax-like fantasies, but then Ryan poured a bucket of cold water on him and he shivered.

"No."

"Maybe if your son speaks up, he can get those dozens of people to rush out."

Hatton was a little discouraged. He knew his own abilities, but he soon became proud that his eldest son was better than him.

In order to show his strength, Hutton organized three to five hundred serfs to follow the army, and then slowly advanced towards the farms in the south.

Ryan was also speechless. Baron Roche didn't look like a noble who was good at military warfare.

When Ryan arrived at the farm with his troops, he looked at the huge army in front of him and did not see anything surprising. His scouts did not bring any different news. This Baron Roche was really waiting for them here with these hundreds of people.

Ryan didn't know whether this was showing off or expressing confidence in the strength of his own soldiers. In short, the war between nobles was so crude. They would pull out two armies of serfs, then choose a battlefield and charge at each other.

This is also the reason why Knight Water had no resistance at all when he was attacked from behind.

Simple and crude, without any excess.

In this world, the most fundamental gap between nobles and common people comes from two points.

Extraordinary power and knowledge.

But these two can also be seen as one. Enough knowledge contains the extraordinary, and the extraordinary can also bring more knowledge. But even so, in terms of military warfare, there are still not many of these nobles who have talent or master some military knowledge.

Looking at the hundreds of soldiers who were quite capable around Baron Roche, Ryan understood that Baron Roche's family was indeed going to surpass Baron Hatton. Maybe their ancestors had left behind some books on war, military affairs, and soldier training. But that was all.

Seeing Hatton coming, Roach also came out surrounded by people and started the standard trash talk before the battle between nobles.

"Baron Hatton, you have kidnapped my lord, a noble noble of the empire, without any noble etiquette. I now inform you in the name of the empire's nobles to release Lord Water immediately and compensate Lord Water for his mental damages of 20,000 gold coins."

"Roche, you are such a sinister and cunning fellow. You ordered Knight Water to break into my territory, and you even dared to ask me for gold coins?"

Baron Hatton was furious and drew out his knight's sword with some difficulty.

"You are such a sinister and cunning fellow. Like your father, you should not be a crow. You are a vulture that eats carrion. You are not worthy of being a noble aristocrat!"

"You have no right to insult my father!"

Baron Roche also became angry. "Hatton, you are just like your dead father. You have no wisdom at all. You are just a pig!"

"Go ahead! I'm going to tie that fat dead pig up and make him kneel in front of my father's grave!"

Following Roche's order, the seven or eight hundred disorderly soldiers behind him rushed forward, but the pressure brought by the fifty knights in the lead made Baron Hatton calm down a little.

The result of being calm was that Baron Hatton also raised his sword.

"Go ahead, kill them all, and capture that guy Roach. I'm going to lock him up in the pigsty!"

Not many people responded to him, but fortunately Ryan raised his hand, and the more than 800 serf soldiers behind him also rushed out in a disorderly manner.

But the hundreds of fully armed cavalrymen behind him did not move.

"Just as I taught you, Brand."

"Follow your will."

A deep voice was heard from beneath Knight Brand's visor, and then hundreds of knights silently turned their horses' heads, quickly circled far away, trampled on the farm, and appeared on the side of the battlefield.

"Lian, do you remember what I taught you?"

Ryan said, and the eldest son of Baron Hutton, who was standing quietly beside him, also became excited at this moment.

"Mr. Ryan, I will do as you say."

After saying this, the warhorse under him moved forward, and Lian's childish voice was drowned out in the chaotic battlefield, but fortunately, due to his status and the height of his horse, the surrounding soldiers still gathered towards him.

"Shield soldiers, squat down quickly and use your shoulders to support your shields. Spear soldiers, don't move. Put down your spears and put them on your shields. Don't move. Don't move. I will chop anyone who dares to run around to death!"

Lian En shouted excitedly, but in this chaotic battlefield, not many people could follow his orders. Only less than a hundred people gathered together, holding their weapons with pale faces, looking in fear at the dozens of cavalrymen in front of them who were rushing towards them, making the ground tremble.

There is no one who is not afraid of death. If the slaves in these noble territories were not so afraid of death, there would have been no slave class in this world long ago.

Being in extreme fear is a test of one's character. In short, no matter whether it is because the fear of the nobles has overcome the fear of death, or because they are so frightened that they cannot move, the cavalry has already appeared in front of them.

The serf soldiers who were standing in the front and didn't even know where to run were knocked away by the ferocious war horses in an instant. They vomited blood in mid-air and kept twitching when they fell to the ground. They had a narrow escape from death.

The cavalrymen roared with their blood boiling as they bloodily tore open the defense line of the Shenma army. But the next moment, after knocking away the soldiers who were close to them, the sharp edge of the spear appeared before their eyes.

Before the cavalry could react, the horses let out painful neighs, and then the knights felt dizzy and fell off the horses' backs along with their heavy armor, hitting the ground dizzy. If they had not practiced the knight's breathing method, they would probably have died by now.

"Idiot, what are you standing there for? Kill them!"

Lian En roared in the distance. He was furious when he saw the serf soldiers standing there in a daze facing the falling knight, but he himself did not dare to move forward as he held the knight's sword with his palms turning pale.

(End of this chapter)