Start as Inherited Baroness

After marching for several hours, the army arrived outside Starfire Castle in the evening.

The castle was too small to garrison so many people, so the soldiers mostly camped outside the city.

Simon took five hundred elites to live in Starfire Castle, and the newly created barons also entered the fortress and arranged more comfortable rooms.

Nothing happened all night.

At dawn the next day, Simon and others had breakfast and led the soldiers to set off again.

At this time, Saumir approached him not far away and asked respectfully: "Sir Viscount, Sanshankou is in the south, why are we going north?"

"There is a shallower section of the river in the north, which is convenient for crossing." Simon smiled lightly and glanced at him.

"I see, my subordinates are retiring." Although Saumir was a little confused, he still bowed respectfully and retreated.

The army marched for several hours. Near noon, after they climbed a gentle slope, Fengjian Castle was revealed to everyone.

At the same time, there were thousands of soldiers and a wooden camp who were besieging the fortress.

"Lord Viscount! There is an enemy invasion! Fengjian Castle is under attack!" Mailan saw this and exaggeratedly shouted at the right time.

The news was quickly conveyed, and the newly created barons rushed to the front of the team on horseback to observe the situation.

Trodeau recalled for a while, looked at Saumir and smiled inexplicably: "If I remember correctly, this is the flag emblem of the Rona family in the Green Plains.

Isn't he from the noble family of Beifeng? "

Saumir frowned slightly and said nothing.

"Strengthen the army! Prepare to attack!!" Simon pulled out his steel sword and ordered.

The newly created barons looked at each other and said helplessly: "Yes! Your Excellency."

It didn't take long for more than 5,000 soldiers to form a scattered formation here and there.

Baron Burrit, who was commanding the soldiers to storm Fengjian Castle, also discovered the arrival of this army.

After just one glance, he was shocked.

He hurriedly ordered, pulled back the soldiers who climbed the wall, and formed an array behind them.

But only some of the more qualified elites carried out the orders, and the rest of the soldiers were in chaos.

"Attack! Charge!!" Simon shouted.

"Kill!" The newly-confessed barons also drew their swords and shouted. The atmosphere became tense and they couldn't stop fighting.

Although Saumir and other barons from the nobles of the North Wind were a little hesitant, Trodeau had already rushed over with his men.

They had no choice but to follow behind and cover up the attack.

According to his idea, before starting the fight, the two armies should face each other and talk between the nobles. If the negotiation fails, it will not be too late to fight.

But Simon had no intention of negotiating and directly ordered the charge.

Not long after, Trodeau and others led the soldiers to rush to the enemy's formation. The two armies fought and began to fight hand-to-hand.

Baron Burrit's army had not yet formed its formation, so it rushed into battle and was inevitably at a disadvantage.

It can be seen that they are divided into two parts and do not belong to each other.

Soon, it was divided into two pieces, each fighting its own battle, and the beginning and end could not communicate with each other.

"Lord Viscount! Look at that flag, it belongs to Damiel of Tomahawk Village. This old guy actually colluded with Baron Burritt."

Simon and Verrill did not attack, observing the battle from behind.

At this time, Verrill's eyes suddenly brightened, pointing to somewhere on the battlefield, and said excitedly.

"Yeah, it saves trouble, just pack them up together." Simon heard this and didn't care.

He looked intently at the battlefield and found that Trodeau and other nobles were particularly enthusiastic in killing, killing and beating without mercy.

The sons of Saumir and other nobles from the North Wind region were much more passive, and they basically went to besiege Damiel.

"Hey, as long as you have a good balance, these people can still be used. They can do some dirty work with ease..."

Simon thought with some pride in his heart.

After about half an hour, Burrit's army was obviously out of control and his left wing was defeated.

No matter how he raised his sword and shouted from behind, he couldn't stop the soldiers from fleeing.

After all, the guards of these newly promoted barons are basically elite, and the armor rate is not low. Among them, there must be dozens of golden warriors alone.

Even if there is no formation structure, a king's punch is not something that ordinary troops can resist.

In addition to the elite guard around Burrit, most of the others were militiamen who had been trained for half a year, and there were also a few mercenaries.

In addition, he also received military support from Damiel of Tomahawk Village.

This man founded a mercenary guild and was a knight of the fiefdom. His territory was close to one hundred square kilometers and he could dispatch more than a thousand troops.

"Lord Baron! Escape quickly! Otherwise, you won't be able to leave!"

A knight beside Burrit pulled him and said eagerly.

"No!! I want to fight to the death!!"

Burrit's eyes were red and swollen, looking at the corpses on the ground.

Most of them are his soldiers, all of whom he has worked hard to recruit and train these days.

"My lord! Let's go! The days are long! Come here quickly! What are you doing standing still? Help your lord mount your horse!"

withdraw! withdraw! ! Oh! "The knight was commanding loudly, like an old lion.

But a cold arrow shot from nowhere, accurately passed through the gap between the armor, and penetrated into his neck.

The old knight suddenly felt like a duck being strangled by the throat. He could no longer speak. He clutched the arrow, took a few steps back, and slowly fell down.

"No! Tulia!"

Baron Burritt's eyes were split open, and he was put on his horse by the guards in despair. Dozens of cavalry guarded him, and he fled northward in a panic.

Simon fully witnessed this scene from above, and he also saw who shot the arrow.

"Trodo is also a master of archery. There are so many talented people among these noble descendants." He murmured in his heart.

Simon judged that Trodeau's archery skills were at the level of a master, and Sarit might not be able to shoot such a precise shot.

"This guy is like a battlefield sniper. He can hit wherever he points..."

Simon couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart, and quickly put down the mask of the knight's plate armor, so that he would not be afraid of arrows.

In less than an hour, the battle came to an end.

Baron Burrit escaped with a group of cavalry. The remaining two thousand soldiers were killed, more than a thousand were killed, and three to four hundred were captured. The rest fled.

Damiel's militiamen were all killed and wounded, but the mercenaries were very powerful. There were still six to seven hundred people at this time, forming a shield formation in a circle to protect themselves.

Saumir and others led more than 2,000 people to surround them, but they did not attack by force, but only tried to strangle them a little bit.

Probably because he was afraid that he would suffer too many casualties.

"Lord Viscount! Baron Burrit has been beaten away by me.

Saumur and the others haven't finished fighting yet. "Trodo came to Simon to claim credit.

"Very good, the spoils are all yours. Clean up the battlefield quickly."

As for the prisoners, we will stay at Fengjian Castle for now. After all, our trip is to meet His Highness Feidi at Sanshan Pass. "

Simon nodded and smiled, casually.

"Yes! Sir! Our territory is newly created and we are in urgent need of manpower. I wonder if these prisoners can allocate us some territory for construction..."

Trodo asked with a smile.