Lord: I have a Mount & Blade panel.

"Could it be that even my bravest and most fearless warriors can't kill three people in a row?"

Richard looked at his guards with a strange gaze. His eyes were like a leather whip, laced with salt water, lashing their faces and causing a burning pain.

Several veterans in chainmail looked at each other, their lips moved a few times, but they couldn't say anything—if they didn't agree, they would appear to be incredibly unprofessional, just bragging to the prince that they could take on three or four knights.

The soldiers blushed, stammered for a long time, and finally shook their heads frantically with a guilty conscience.

Even now, facing the highest mountain, the sharpest sword on the land, and the most powerful giant elephant warrior of the Orphan race, they cannot admit that they are no match for them!

"Your Highness," Sylvie hurried after him, lowering her voice, "that's not what I meant. I meant we could use a carriage—"

"I know what you mean." Richard stopped and turned to look at her. "Use the wagons for defense, and you take the rest of the men to buy time so I can go first, right?"

Sylvie bit her lower lip and didn't speak, but her beautiful, expressive eyes had already written the answer clearly.

The soldiers, maids, grooms... present

The expressions on everyone's faces conveyed fear and bewilderment.

Although they didn't know what Miss Sylvie was saying to His Highness the Prince, they could guess from the situation.

They simply wanted to abandon them to delay the enemy's pursuit. This was a common practice among nobles and was not surprising. In fact, they themselves felt that this was the best way to proceed.

Richard, perhaps sensing everyone's thoughts, was like a spoonful of hot oil poured into a fire; with just one sentence, he boosted everyone's morale.

"Am I, Richard Augustus, prince of the Augustan royal family, with dragon blood flowing in my veins, inferior to a mere southern barbarian from the New World? No matter what happens in the future, no matter how difficult it may be, every Augustus will never abandon any of his followers!"

The setting sun gilded Richard's silhouette with a golden edge, and his smooth black hair was gently swayed by the wind. If the former Prince Richard was like a white swan, he was only breathtakingly handsome.

Now he exudes a unique and domineering aura, giving him an indescribable sense of power and majesty.

Sylvie clenched her fists tightly, her body trembling violently, her cheeks flushing red as she felt her blood boiling.

Looking at Richard's tall and upright figure, she felt that His Highness was quite different from his usual timid personality.

It seems to have the shadow of King Ian.

Could this be the true dragon blood flowing through the Augustus family?

Every Augustan man was born a king! Every Augustan woman was born a wise queen!

Sylvie couldn't help but think of this Augustus family motto.

The soldiers didn't say a word, but everyone could see their excitement at that moment, and the maids and grooms cheered like fanatics.

The Augustan dynasty ruled this land for a thousand years, and its prestige had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Even though it seems to be declining now, almost everyone subconsciously believes that His Majesty the King in Gondor can hold onto his throne.

Just like Emperor Arthur nine hundred years ago, even after being driven into the Summer Hall by the Black Party, at the last moment, this only Twin Dragon Knight of the entire continent rode his twin dragons to turn the tide and annihilate the Black Party under dragon flames.

As Richard watched the endless stream of party applications flooding the Mount & Blade system, a smile crept across his face. This was exactly the effect he wanted. After all, he had been a minor figure in his previous life and knew all too well that loyalty was the most important thing in life.

The Mount & Blade system he brought with him from his time travel allows him to recruit soldiers. Once they join the team, they can not only increase their experience and level up through battles and training, but also help him identify any spies.

Because the system has extremely high standards for joining the team, only those who genuinely want to follow him can get a team application, and anyone with disloyal intentions will be kicked out of the team.

He looked at everyone present.

It was just a small gesture, yet it inexplicably carried an aura that was impossible to ignore.

The soldiers involuntarily straightened their bodies, and even the frail maids looked over with burning eyes.

This is probably the effect of 25 points in the Charm attribute—Richard thought to himself.

Perhaps what I just said also has the charisma attribute and persuasion skill bonus, but these are all passive skills and cannot be directly manifested.

"Sylvie, lead all the cavalry of the guard to ambush at the leeward slope to the east," Richard said quickly. "The rest of you, stay where you are and form a wagon formation to defend."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Sylvie acted swiftly, leaping onto a black warhorse and leading the only thirty-six cavalrymen from Richard's fiefdom, galloping towards a leeward slope a few hundred meters away.

The grass there was just above the horses' hooves. Once you climbed over the highest point of the slope and hid behind it, you could block the line of sight of the enemy chasing from the south.

"Men, prepare my armor!"

After watching the other person leave, Richard walked into the circle that was gradually being surrounded by carriages. He took off his velvet casual clothes with gold thread, leaving only a silk lining from the Far East. With the help of his entourage, he began to put on his armor.

Of all these people, he was the only one who possessed a complete set of plate armor. This was his coming-of-age gift when he turned sixteen, signifying that this Augustan man had the right to kill.

In the Kingdom of Empe, only knights and nobles can legally own plate armor. Of course, ordinary people cannot afford to buy a full set of plate armor worth hundreds of gold coins.

If a top-class warhorse is like a Rolls-Royce in modern times, then a fine suit of plate armor is like a cruise ship—something that ordinary people can only dream of.

As the exquisite plate armor was donned, Richard's face turned as black as coal.

To be honest, with his gold-inlaid and jade-embellished armor, which is both beautiful and imposing, plus his handsome face, he could easily deceive an innocent girl by putting on a heroic act and leaving her with nothing but her underwear.

But on the battlefield, to those seasoned veterans, it's no less than a naked, seductive dancer constantly throwing them flirtatious glances that say, "Come and have your way with me."

"Since things have come to this, let's get through this first." Richard took a deep breath, lightly jumped onto the roof of the carriage, and gazed at the distant grassland.

On the boundless, rippling sea of ​​grass, as time passed, the knights who measured the hilly land with their hooves drew ever closer to this fragile group, and more details came into sharper focus.