Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Derrick smiled. He didn't know what the battle formation level of the South was, but this was definitely the strong point of the Northland Knights.

Martial arts can become very proficient through training, and superior physical talents can also bring huge advantages.

But the battle formation level does require experience.

Perhaps someone would say, it's just three to three, what does it have to do with the battle formation?

In fact, any thing that requires cooperation can be practiced to achieve 99% proficiency, but the last 1% must be paid with blood and sweat.

The Southern Knights may have a 20% to 30% chance of winning in a one-on-one battle, after all, the outcome of the battle may be affected by many factors.

But in a three-on-three battle, Derek believes that the absolute chance of winning is only 10%.

And the Southern Knights don't seem to understand this.

This time, even the old earl saw it.

"Win!"

To be honest, Earl Pereira was under a lot of pressure. The performance of the Southern Knights brought him pressure that was difficult to describe in words.

Unexpectedly, in just ten years, the group of guys in the South caught up.

But at least in the field of war, they still lacked.

Don't forget that there will be many wars in the north, and the enemy might catch up.

The heavy pressure still exists.

The knights of both sides have taken off the spearheads of their lances.

They even put on heavy armor.

This means that they are going to fight for real.

Don't think that you are safe after taking off the spearheads. The powerful force of the warhorse's charge is enough to break a person's bones and tendons.

Even falling from a high-speed Mercedes-Benz warhorse may mean death.

In such occasions, even a titled knight will inevitably be nervous, and even move stiffly.

The knights of the Augusta family are still relaxed, and even ride their warhorses in small steps to adapt before the war.

Although their figures are covered by thick iron armor, they can feel different from their demeanor.

One side is full of tension, and the other side is more like a daily routine.

Da da da!

The warhorse feels the solemn atmosphere, and with the control of the knight, it is also slightly nervous.

Appropriate tension can make them burst out with more powerful power.

Both sides pulled down their masks and formed their own teams.

"So tight!"

This time, even the southern knights could see the difference.

The knights of the Augusta family were almost shoulder to shoulder, and the two horses were too close.

The cavalry charge was not like a wall, but actually there was a certain safe distance between them.

One was to show their skills, and the other was to avoid accidental injuries and accidents.

But the knights of the Augusta family simply violated common sense.

Derek smiled. This was the tacit understanding of training and fighting together, and it was also a reflection of the knight's level.

If they were a little worse in any aspect, they would not dare to do this.

The advantage of doing this is, of course, to have a greater advantage in a small-scale cooperation.

When the two sides charged each other, the three wooden sticks were staggered back and forth.

The areas attacked by both sides were completely different, and the density of the attacks was also completely different.

This kind of interlacing in opposite directions would not give you extra opportunities.

A dull collision.

The knights on the horse flew up and fell heavily to the ground.

The knights of the Augusta family quickly circled around. Although the southern knights succeeded in turning around with their personal abilities, they were also separated.

One more.

The last southern knight, at least he did not forget the glory of the knight, gritted his teeth and launched a charge, and was finally knocked to the ground.

Lost!

So simple and clear.

Count Lovett was unwilling to believe it, but he had to accept the reality.

Bitterness appeared on his face. Who knew how long he had endured it? He thought he could make a big splash, but was pushed back hard.

"I admit defeat. The southern knights are not as good as the northern knights. Please ask Viscount Derek to hand over my knights to me. We are willing to accept the previous division of the garrison and give you a compensation later."

Count Lovett admitted defeat cleanly and neatly. He had to admit defeat.

This failure, at most, he could come back ten years later.

But if he lost the hearts of the people, he would really lose miserably.

He was able to lead the southern nobles to rise in the past ten years. Count Lovett was not a stubborn person.

And it's not without gain. At least the southern knights have also made a name for themselves. They won't suffer losses in this regard in the future. Don't you think so... Marquis Haishan?

The nobles in the capital are the most shameful now. They can't beat the northern knights, but they can still look down on the southern barbarians with force and look down on the northern barbarians with wealth. In short, they can always find some advantages.

But now... it's better not to mention it.

It can be predicted that the forces representing the traditional nobles and the king will not have an easy time in the next few years.

Unless they have outstanding performance in the next war.

But they themselves have no confidence.

Derek couldn't continue to kill them all at this time.

He even thought, why can't he match himself with a few pig opponents?

Why are the guys he met so cunning?

Earl Lovett is even more flexible and can bow his head when he is told to.

Turning his head, Derek also changed his face and smiled: "It's all misunderstanding, Earl Lovett. Apology... I'll let someone go to your house to get it."

"Little fox, shameless." Earl Lovett cursed in his heart.

In the eyes of the other party, Derek was the same.

A qualified noble was nothing more than this.

As for the scope previously defined, no one mentioned it again.

The southern nobles won respect and also aroused hostility.

Weak opponents, on the contrary, will not be taken seriously.

At this time, the northern nobles will naturally not weaken the royal nobles to enhance the competitiveness of the southern nobles.

On the contrary, they will suppress them if they have the chance.

After the battle of swords and swords, the upper nobles returned to their superficial hypocrisy.

Count Pereira and Marquis Haishan jointly held a banquet to entertain the southern nobles who came from afar.

And they expressed their gratitude for the noble friendship of the southern nobles who came thousands of miles to support them.

At least on the surface, there is no disharmony.

Fight but not break.

And our Viscount Derek finally saw the important target of this trip.

At the banquet, Miss Tiona, who was dressed up carefully, also appeared.

Then a group of knights tacitly separated a small space so that the two young people could have a simple conversation.

To be honest, Tiona can be called beautiful, especially in this era.

However, Derek, who was used to the four evil arts in his previous life, would not look at her sideways because of her beauty.

"Viscount Derek, is this our first official meeting?"

"No, Miss Tiona, I've seen you before in the Knights."

"I've heard your story, and to be honest, I'm very curious.

And... how do the sisters of the Palmer family feel?"

Tiona suddenly changed the subject, catching Derek off guard.

Sure enough, there is no impenetrable wall in the world.

"To be honest, I haven't seen it yet."

Derrick was already thinking about how to deal with it.

Although losing this marriage is not a devastating blow, the old earl is really good to him.

"In fact... I know more about the things between nobles than you, and I'm even glad that you came to see me directly.

Viscount Derek, I hope we can have a happy marriage.

The lady of the Perez family will be your best arm.

I just need a little respect."