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Soon, the baron's army, which had been busy chasing and killing itself, was stunned by this sudden attack.

Subsequently, the powerful combat power and assault smashed the baron's army to pieces.

In an instant, the original pursuer became the pursued, and his identity changed quickly.

And our Lord Baron, with his guards who were protecting him, fled quickly, without any incident, and was extremely safe.

The Baron had been running for a while, feeling the horses under his crotch gasping for breath, and then he slowly stopped, soothing his nerves.

As soon as he stopped, the guards on the side handed him water, and the Baron nodded in satisfaction.

After taking a heavy sip to relieve the burning discomfort in his throat, His Excellency the Baron looked around.

Only, only a handful of horsemen followed him, pausing to relieve their fatigue, and from time to time they turned their eyes to him.

Not far away, scattered infantry marched with heavy steps, and also gathered one after another, but all the weapons in their hands were abandoned, making the whole person empty and easy to flee for their lives.

"Alas! Today is really a bad year! Hobbes actually had reinforcements, and it was good to keep it secret! ”

Looking at his miserable appearance, His Excellency the Baron suddenly felt at the end of the road in his heart, and he couldn't stop sneering.

"Knight Bunoor, how many knights have escaped!"

Cheering up his spirits, His Excellency the Baron asked the knight beside him who had been protecting him, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Hearing the baron's inquiry, the knight of Bunoel and several dusty knights around him looked at each other, and then said with some embarrassment:

"Your Excellency, at present, only me, the knight of Lacas, and the knight of Martinton have fled, and the whereabouts of the other knights are unknown!"

"Really? Looks like I'm a complete failure this time! ”

When His Excellency heard that there were only three knights, his heart suddenly tightened, and a trace of cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

In Scotland, where the economy and productivity were still stuck in the Middle Ages, knights were still an important military force in the whole of Europa, let alone Scotland.

For the aristocracy, knights were an important pillar of military affairs and an important assistant they trusted.

If you lose your soldiers, you can continue to recruit, and if the knights are captured, it will cost a lot of money.

More importantly, in the current hostile state with Danfries Cathedral, without the help of most of the knights, how could he have turned defeat into victory?

"It seems that I lost this time, my money!"

His Excellency the Baron felt a pain in his head when he thought of signing a series of unequal treaties and losing a lot of gold after he lost.

"Let's go! Let's go back first! Wait no longer! ”

Seeing that hundreds of people had gathered in a short period of time, His Excellency the Baron was going to go back to his castle, and if he waited any longer, the people of the church would probably be chasing after him.

As soon as he had finished speaking, the horse under the baron's crotch began to run.

The three knights were silent and silently followed.

…………

At this time, after more than two hours of fighting, the battle, or rather the massacre, ended with a complete victory for the side of the church.

"It's a perfect ending!" Bishop Hobbes thought beautifully.

After the massacre, the support units involved in the assault mission rested on the church square, sitting, lying, or squatting, which looked extremely spectacular.

What's even more remarkable is that their bodies and weapons in their hands are full of bright blood, and they look so dazzling in the sun.

After a rest, the head of the assault team walked up to Russell Young, bowed lightly, and greeted with some respect:

"Mr. Russell, Lord Priest, we have successfully completed our support mission!"

The thirties of Everman was originally a mercenary, and he was also the commander of the regiment, so his combat qualities and experience were extremely rich, and Russell had to pay a lot of price to hire him.

At this time, his always calm and steady face was accompanied by a hint of pride and relaxation, and it was obvious that this relaxed battle made him feel relaxed and comfortable.

"Mr. Defman, you won this battle, but you want to be beautiful, and you really deserve to be the famous 'Slaughterer Defman'!"

Russell looked at the scarred man in front of him and couldn't help but praise.

"But I'll give you a little trouble, the greedy baron has fled, and we're going to take him prisoner now!"

Russell finally added.

"Yes, this blasphemer must be arrested in order to wash away the humiliation of my lord!"

Bishop Hobbes added softly with a faint smile on his side.

"Follow your instructions, and we'll leave tomorrow!"

After thinking about it, Devman agreed, the battle just now did not consume much physical strength, and after the night, the soldiers could continue to fight.

Russell and Hobbes nodded in agreement with Defman's words.

Judging from the effect of today's battle, Baron Damfries can only hide in the castle and tremble now, and he no longer has that invincible attitude.

The next day, the rested reinforcements hurried slowly to the castle, and everyone was confident in the battle along the way.

However, when he arrived at the baron's castle, he suddenly found that there were already majestic soldiers standing on the castle, and they looked heavily guarded.

Seeing this, Defman tried the siege and found that these guards were by no means fakes, and the defense was very strong.

So, he wisely retreated, and there was no point in insisting.

The day after he returned, Baron Danfries came again with his army.

This time he had learned his lesson, and as he passed through the forest, the ranks grew thicker and slower, and when they reached the cathedral, they were greeted by Defman's army of three thousand.

And Baron Damfries is not bad here, although the combat strength cannot catch up, but the number has reached four thousand, and the victory or defeat may not be known.

"Attack—"

At this time, it was not Baron Damfries who commanded the army, but a man with a beard, revealing a taste of arrogance.

In the face of such a clear attack, Everman can only choose to attack at the same time and fight head-on.

And here it was, a few miles away, under a hillside, where a large army was paused and repaired, and the Tudor royal flag fluttered in the wind.

"Guy, when do you say they can be over, I guess three hours, I'll bet a pound! What about you? ”

The young king held a telescope and looked at the black figure in front of him, bored with the bloodblade leader Guy on the side. Ham bet.

"Your Majesty, I have no money!"

Guy. Ham was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice.