Gear

"This Tulip Manor man is really talking out of turn." A Squire to one side spat harshly before spurring his warhorse to follow the man away. The other Squires scoffed loudly and then followed suit.

Maetos lagged behind, carrying his battle axe and silently awaiting the coming battle.

The Squire lived at the very edge of the manor, just a few kilometres to the north, and they were out of the manor.

After following the gates of the manor, Maetos was greeted by a neat cavalcade of horsemen. The cavalry were all made up of Squires. For every hundred Squires, there was a knight in front of them. And there were dozens of such cavalcade.

"Lord Charlie, that's the men brought in." The Squire who led the way brought Maetos and the others to the very edge of these cavalcades, where a large, brawny man stood on a boulder looking up into the distance. Beside him stood a horned horse. These war horses are almost two metres tall, with a thick horn on their head and some hideous horns on their hooves. They are very precious and are extremely irascible and strong, and the average man simply cannot have this type of mount.

The man known as Lord Charlie nodded at his words and then turned to look at Maetos and the others. Upon seeing the dozens of strong Squire's, he nodded in satisfaction.

Just as Charlie was sizing up the crowd, Maetos and the others were also sizing up the future leader carefully.

The man was only seven cubits, unarmored and bulging with muscles that were nothing less than Maetos'. Scars, deep or shallow, could be seen on his face, his neck, his chest, wherever he was exposed. Even from a distance of dozens of metres, Maetos and his men could still feel a whiff of blood emanating from the man.

"Young man, welcome to my service." Charlie looked brash and fierce, but his words were very soft.

"I think I must tell you in advance that there are only two things you have to do in my ranks. One thing is to follow my orders, right or wrong, whenever they are given, no matter how ridiculous they are. The other thing is to kill all the hostiles before you, all of them as long as they are not affiliated with us. I think you should be clear about what I mean."

The words were soft, but the meaning they contained was fierce and cruel. The words caused Maetos and the others to freeze for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I'm too stupid to refuse to carry out wrong orders when you give them." A Squire sneered and spoke up in refusal, "I don't think I'm fit to be in your cavalcade." With that he tried to turn and leave.

"Refusing to carry out an order? Do you really think you are a knight? A knight who can refuse the orders of others? Well, it's good to leave, so you don't lose your life in battle." The corners of Lord Charlie's mouth lifted slightly, and a hint of murderous aura emanated from him and swept towards the Squire.

"Don't let me see you on the battlefield, or I'll have your head for a trophy."

The Squire who had said no was about to say something, but the Squire who was leading the way pulled him back and even reached out and covered his mouth.

After a little consideration, three or five more of the other Squires decided to withdraw. For as much as they liked violence and bloodshed, they definitely did not want to put themselves in the cavalcade of carrying out the wrong orders of others to go, even if it was just a possibility.

As he watched the Squire's leave, Maetos was confused for a moment. Since he had come into the world, what he wanted for himself had changed many times.

At first he had only wanted to live peacefully, but later, after seeing the force of the knights and the power of the nobles, he had new ideas. He wanted to live in the world better than others.

After becoming a Squire, he became very interested in his own force and spent the rest of his life studying it. In order to give himself the force of a knight, by which he could satisfy his various desires.

Later he saw the bloodshed and cruelty of the world, so he tried to make others fear him and not dare to harm him. This is why he trained hard as a knight, in order not to be controlled by others in his own life.

"Staying and struggling in the brutal battlefield is one of the best ways to advance to knighthood." A Squire said in a low voice to his companion.

At the sound of this voice, Maetos' restless heart, immediately settled down.

Yes, as the other said, a knight who was promoted in battle was quite a bit stronger than a knight who was promoted through the normal way. It could be said that a knight promoted in battle was able to easily kill three knights promoted by ordinary means.

"It is only after becoming a powerful knight that one is able to control everything that belongs to him and is able to get more of what he wants." Maetos remembered those powerful knights and, with a clench of his teeth, he too decided to stay.

"Without giving, how can you get something in return? In this world, if you want to be superior, without sufficient support, you can only fight with your own life."

After waiting for dozens of breaths of time, no more Squire left the group. Those who remained decided to follow the orders of the knight who, having carefully counted their numbers, nodded with great satisfaction.

"As my men, I think it's time for you to change your equipment. The armour you are wearing is simply not suited to your strength." The knight suddenly jumped up from the boulder and landed directly on a horned horse that stood quietly to one side.

"Come, come with me and see your new gear, I think you'll like them."

"New gear?" Maetos looked at the battle axe in his hand and deflated a smile, he didn't think the standard equipment the other man had prepared could compare to what the Squires had prepared just for themselves. At the knight's command, however, Maetos took the lead and turned his horse around to follow. He didn't want to disobey his opponent's orders just after entering the group. Of course, if they had been given rubbish to force them to change, he would have turned away without saying a word.

Dozens of war horses carried their masters like a gale around the assembled cavalry and, led by the knight, Maetos soon came to a huge tent.

The tent was guarded by eighteen heavily armoured warriors, carrying shields or swords or axes, and staring around them like hungry wolves, alert to the presence of any figure in their sight.

The knight told Maetos to stay a hundred metres or so outside the tent while he went to talk to the heavily armoured warriors in front of the tent. It was not long before Charlie returned to Maetos and his men. "Just wait, they will soon be carrying what you need, and believe me, seeing those things will make you ashamed of what you have now."

Hearing these words, Maetos simply nodded, not believing his words. The other Squires were also clearly in no spirit, just staying perfunctorily in place, restraining their warhorses from moving about indiscriminately.

"I have prepared horned horses for you, so I want you all to be able to switch to these warhorses for the battlefield. It will take us seven days to reach the battlefield from here, and I think you will all be able to adapt to this warhorse in those few days, don't you think?" Charlie the Knight said as he looked at Maetos and the others.

"Don't worry, we will be able to adapt to this warhorse." The Squires shouted happily at their words. Their respective horses were very fine, but they were a far cry from the horned horses. Unless they were willing to pay a lot of money for a horse with a noble bloodline to ride.

As Maetos listened, he was excited. His current warhorse was just an ordinary warhorse. It was a very powerful horse, but slow to charge, which was not a good thing for a knight.

He had always wanted to replace the horse, but unfortunately he did not have much money in his wallet. Now, after hearing what Charlie had actually said, he was excited and kept turning the battle axe in his hand.

"If I could have a horned horse to act as a mount, then I would be able to increase my fighting power by at least half. Great explosive power, great strength, insane speed, fierce disposition, all this is for me." A picture emerged in Maetos' mind of him riding a horned horse and fighting in battle.

As he was thinking, the Squires around him began to stir. As the tent opened, dozens of sturdy soldiers emerged from it.

The soldiers were Topless and straining to reach the crowd, carrying huge wooden crates.

Lord Charlie ordered Maetos to come forward and open the crates. "I thought I would give you guys a surprise, and you are the digger of it." Knight Charlie said with a smile on his face as he looked at Maetos.

"All at your command, Lord Knight." Maetos froze slightly, then he jumped off his warhorse, stepped forward and picked a random chest and opened it.

The chest was nearly twenty feet long and when it was opened, many Lances, fifteen feet long, appeared before Maetos' eyes.

The Lances were wrapped in kraft paper and after tearing open the wrapping of a random pole of Lance, Maetos was completely stunned.

These Lances were covered in tallow and were very different from the average knight's lance. A normal knight's lance is thick at the back and thin at the front, so that it is not only easy to control, but also increases the penetration strength.

These lances, on the other hand, are thick at the front and back, and their long poles are carved with simple patterns and some unknown inscriptions. There is a blank space at the end of the pole, where there is neither pattern nor decoration, which looks a little odd.

Lance's tip is integral with the pole, which is a full three feet long, with three blades and a spike, and a deep blood slot.