The serfs, led by chariots and Woolf and others, repelled the well-equipped and well-trained vassal soldiers, and the serfs cheered and beat the water dogs when they saw the defeat of the noble sergeants who had been invincible in the past.

However, the vassal soldiers were well-trained after all, and although they were routed in front of the shield wall and attacked by chariots, they gradually gathered in the rear under the summons of the vassal nobles. The soldiers brought by the vassals were all from their own domain estates, and the nobles were familiar with these soldiers, and they shouted the names of the soldiers who fled from their side, and the soldiers whose names were called stopped were embarrassed.

"Attack, attack." Woolf waved the battle axe in his hand, his voice was as loud as thunder, this northern warrior knew that the serf soldiers were actually inferior to the vassal soldiers, and if they did not take advantage of the momentum to defeat the other party, he was afraid that he would be defeated, so he was very anxious.

"Wow, ahhhh At the urging of Woolf, the serfs continued to attack and pursue, but at this moment, they saw a strange army on the opposite side, not many in number, but holding a wooden spear of 6 or 7 meters in their hands.

The serfs didn't know what was going on, they only knew that they would attack when they met the army of the vassal nobles, so Ulala's rushed over, and it was not clear how effective it was, but it was very Hetian in momentum.

"Defense." The Greenton militia immediately stopped, and the militia in the first row immediately flattened the wooden spears, and the militiamen in the rear put the wooden spears on the shoulders of the people in front, and suddenly the phalanx opened up like hedgehogs.

"Kill~~." Although the serfs saw the phalanx of the Grington militia open like hedgehogs, they did not pay attention to it, and the powerful vassal soldiers were defeated by them, and such a small group of militia should be defeated soon.

The serfs pounced on the Grington militia like a raging wave, and the two sides soon collided together, and the Grington militia looked at the fierce serfs and were nervous, the number of the other side was almost several times that of them, and no one knew if the militia could resist it.

"Steady, steady." Bruce and the others also entered the center of the phalanx at this time, surrounded by militiamen armed with wooden spears, and spearmen and pestle soldiers were on standby on both wings, Baron Leopold's face was as pale as a dead man, he did not expect that he would be deeply trapped in the enemy formation.

"Ah~~." The serfs tried to break through the Glinton militia, but the wooden spears began to stab, and the moving wooden spears stabbed the serfs who wanted to rush in into meat skewers, and the Glinton militia phalanx in front of them was like an iron wall.

"Woolf, our people are blocked." Woolf stood behind and didn't know what was going on, but watched the serfs stop attacking, and he anxiously grabbed a serf who had fled back from the front and asked, who said in horror.

"Stop, does the Duke of Bemessi still have troops?" Woolf was covered in blood at this time, and he asked with some surprise as he carried his tomahawk and round shield.

"It was a strange group of soldiers who stopped us." The escaped serf said in a slurching voice.

Woolf pushed away the serfs and saw clearly the Grington militia surrounded by the serfs, only to see the wood-like wooden spears crushing the serfs who tried to attack, and the White Knight and Carlos also came to Woolf's side at this time.

"Did we win?" Carlos wiped the sweat from his face with a thick linen cloth around his neck, which was used to prevent the armor from wearing out his neck, and the fierce battles on the battlefield made Carlos disdain to his aristocratic image.

"No, the nobles are gathering their armies, and if we can't defeat the spearmen who are standing in there, we're afraid we'll lose this war." Woolf frowned and pointed in the direction of the Green militia, he didn't expect that this team, which looked like no armor, would be able to resist the attack of the serfs.

"Their frontal is almost impossible to penetrate." The White Knight said with a smug from his helmet, his keen discussions to the terrifying array of the Glinton militia regiment.

"Oh, Your Highness is right, I'll attack from both sides right away." Woolf listened to the words of the White Knight, and suddenly he realized the weakness of the phalanx, that is, it was difficult to move, and the fragile wings.

While the serfs were fighting with the Glinton militia, the cavalry led by Sir Hilton was chasing and expelling the rebel chariots, although before the battle, the White Knights and Woolf had strengthened all parts of the chariot, but the rudimentary chariot was not suitable for fierce fighting, a chariot was speeding away, the wheels hit a hard stone, and suddenly the cart fell apart into pieces, and the people on the chariot were also thrown into the air.

"Grazi~~." Sir Hilton and the cavalry rode forward, they stepped over the people who fell to the ground, and the last cavalry who left unceremoniously stabbed the people on the ground with their spears, and saw that the rebels on the ground had not moved, so they followed Sir to continue the attack.

"That's not going to work, fight with them." When the other two chariots saw their fallen companions, they knew that the result would be the same if they continued in this pursuit, and that it was better to turn around and face the cavalry.

Sir Hilton, who was in pursuit, suddenly saw that the chariot had circled half a circle in front of him, and actually rushed straight towards them, the blades on the wheels of the chariot made a whizzing sound in the air, Sir Hilton rolled up the Duke's flag, and then clamped the flag under his armpit, the front end of the flag was a sharp spear tip, so the whole banner could be used as a spear on horseback.

"Kill~~." The northern warrior on the battlefield clenched the battle axes and round shields in his hands, and he roared at the rushing cavalry, and his tall figure stood on the chariot, looking fearless.

"Drive it~~." Sir Hilton looked at the rushing chariot, and with his strong legs he slammed his horse under his crotch, and the horse neighed, and his hooves stood and leaped, just in time to avoid the blades on the wheels of the chariot.

"Poof~~." The moment the horse jumped up under his crotch, Sir Hilton's eyes were fixed on the northern warrior on the chariot, and instinctively sent the tip of the spear of the banner in his hand forward, and the tip of the spear slashed through the throat of the northern warrior, only to hear a pop, and blood spurted out of the throat of the northern warrior.

"Boom~~." The chariot continued to gallop forward, only to hear the neighing of the horses, and the two cavalry horses behind Sir Hilton were slashed by the blades, and the horses were suddenly covered with blood, and the cavalry on the horses were thrown down fiercely.

"Whew, that's dangerous." Sir Hilton rode forward a few steps on his horse, and then tightened the reins of his mount, and looked around at the passing chariot behind him, feeling lucky.