The use of the cavalry is to take the knights as the main combat force, the knights who charge with the horse pistol struggle to break through a hole in the middle of the enemy, and the attendants who follow closely behind the knights use the sword and shield in their hands to tear the gap, it can be said that a horse spear is the sharp knife of the army, and at the critical moment, the Duke of Bemessi is reluctant to use it.

When the lancers appeared, Woolf immediately spotted him, covering his face with his shield and observing the movement of the lancers through the gaps in the shields, by which time the vassals had been lured into the shield wall and all the vassal soldiers had been killed.

"Resist, must resist." Woolf nervously looked at the direction of the knight's charge, he couldn't help praying to the god of war, only hoping that the already exhausted serfs could hold on a little longer, but how long these serfs could hold on, in fact, Woolf didn't know the bottom in his heart, after all, compared with real warriors, these serfs have exceeded their combat level.

"I'll go over there." The White Knight said to Woolf and Carlos, and as soon as he said that, he ran towards the right of the position, and Carloston became nervous.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you can't take any chances." Carlos followed behind the White Knight with a deep foot and a shallow foot, compared to the serfs, the noble identity and appeal of the White Knight is what Carlos values, if he loses the White Knight as a banner of call, then he can really only die forever.

"Shut Carlos, if you really want to watch me ascend to the throne, shut up and watch me." The White Knight didn't know why he couldn't control the anger in his chest, he stopped, turned to Carlos, and said.

Carlos didn't expect the usually calm white knight to suddenly get angry, and he was stunned, he could only watch the white knight walk into the distance, and at this moment, the sound of the knights' hooves became louder and louder, and many serfs who had never seen the knight charge began to tremble.

"Grazie, for the sake of honor~~~." The knights rode on tall horses, their mouths screaming heartily, their pistols stretched straight ahead, their horses snorting under their crotches, and their hooves kicking the dirt into the air.

"Ah, the Lord God is above, and we are going to die." The serfs cried out in fear at the menacing knights, who wore shining helmets, delicate leather armor, and carried carbines, like angels descended from the Lord God, and these angels of death were solemnly preparing to punish them for these lowly rebels.

"Don't panic, justice is on our side." At that moment a loud voice sounded from among the serfs, and when they heard this familiar voice, the serfs could not believe their ears, and they turned back to see a knight in white armor, and this noble and holy knight was with them.

"White, White Prince?" Some shouted in surprise, they did not expect that the noble white knight would fight alongside them.

"White Prince, oh no, long live the White King, long live the White King~~."

"Long live the White King~~." There was a cheer among the serfs, which almost overwhelmed the noise of the battlefield.

"What's wrong?" Bruce, who was with the Greenton militia, asked in surprise when he heard the unusual voice.

"I don't know, it's like the serfs are cheering." Stukov said with a pale face, he had never seen a plate of scattered serfs so tenacious in battle, and the cheers at this time were not good for them.

"I'm feeling bad." Bruce couldn't help but touch his chin, and he said with a tight frown.

But in any case, even if the morale of the serfs was unusually high, it was impossible for the knights who had already charged to stop, and they rushed violently among the serfs with their horse pistols in their arms.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong, Boom~~." The horse pistol pierced into the middle of the serfs, picked up several unlucky serfs, and the wail sounded among the serfs, and at the moment when the ten knights charged, they took the lives of dozens of serfs, who not only died under the knight's horse pistol, but were trampled and killed by the knight's horse.

"The lowly serfs have tasted the power of noble warriors now, right?" Duke Bermesi's eyes widened as he watched the knights rush into the midst of the serfs, and a wail rang out, more moving to the Duke's ears than the music of any banquet, and he couldn't help laughing and cheering, and patting his thigh lightly with the whip in his hand.

"Kill~." The knights threw their pistols in their hands, they drew their swords and slashed left and right, although the knights' charge killed several serfs at once, but these strange serfs did not flee as they expected, on the contrary, the serfs quickly surrounded the knights, they used the dung forks in their hands to attack the knights' crotch mounts, and even scratched the knights with their bare hands.

"Oh no, the knights are rushing too fast, and the squires haven't caught up yet." Bruce, who was watching the battle, keenly discovered a problem, that is, the speed of the knights' charge was too fast, and they were separated from the squires who were following him at a distance, which might not be anything in normal times, but now those serfs not only did not turn around and flee, but surrounded the knights in the middle of the sea of people, which is terrible.

"They didn't run away?" A knight was like a small boat in a storm, and he only felt that the helmet that had protected his head was now unbearably hot, and the sword in his hand had cut off several palms that had tried to pull him off his horse, but more hands reached out like weeds after the rain, which annoyed him.

"Wow~." Suddenly, a dung fork slammed into the eyes of the war horse under the knight's crotch, and the eyes of the war horse immediately flowed bloody, and the painful war horse couldn't care about the owner on its back at all, it neighed and stood up, and the knight was caught off guard and planted off the horse's back.

The serfs did not let the knight stand up at all, and the serfs, wearing felt hats and coarse linen clothes, rushed up and poked through the gap in the knight's armor with the knife in their hand, and the knight was crushed under the crowd, and he wailed and tried to block it with his hands, but it was of no use at all, and finally the rusty little broken knife ended the knight's life from the throat.

"Don't kill the knights, you fools." Carlos looked at the knight who was killed on the ground, and he hurriedly shouted to the serfs, after all, it is more valuable to capture a knight than to kill a knight, but his words were quickly drowned out in the crowd.

"No, no~~." Watching his knight being knocked off his horse, the Duke of Bemessi couldn't believe his eyes, and the expected opening of the gap caused the rebels to rout as if it were a dream.

"Don't worry, Lord Duke, our knights are still fighting, and the squires will soon follow." Sir Hilton comforted the Duke with a blushing face.