The mechanism on the lintel of the manor sprayed boiling water on the heads of the attacking Amar people, and immediately made the Amar mercenaries scream, and the boiling water opened their hot skin, and the sturdy armor could not be guarded.

"Well done." The deer's eyes carved in relief on the gate of the manor are actually cleverly disguised peepholes, through which Stukov can see the situation outside the door.

"Do not be afraid, warriors, sons of the Lightbringers, the true God will bless us." However, the Amar did not give up because of this difficulty, and with the encouragement of their companions, they raised the bumper again and attacked, and the gate was once again slammed and trembled.

"Resist, resist." The servants of the manor and the Glinton mercenaries hurriedly stepped forward, and they pressed against the wooden door of the manor, hoping to slow down the force of the impact.

"Bows and arrows, we need bows and arrows." Stukov knew that a long-range bow and arrow was the best weapon in a defensive battle, so he shouted at Ignath.

"The servants are ready." Ignas said to Stukov.

The bows and arrows in the manor were actually hunting bows, originally used for hunting for fur and fresh meat in the fall, but now they will be used to defend against the enemy, and Ignas has already chosen servants who are good at archery, and they stand on the roof of the manor house, where a platform for archery is improvised with wooden planks.

"Launch~~." At the sound of the command, the servants let go of their fingers, and the arrows flew into the sky, and then landed above the heads of the dense Amar people.

"Wow~~." The arrows that suddenly descended on their heads caught the Amar people off guard, and the night made it impossible for them to see the direction of the arrows.

"Well done." Seeing this scene, Stukov shouted excitedly.

"They have archers." Seeing the soldiers he had been shot, Nasser said in surprise.

"It's okay, we have it too." Haradin turned his head, and he shouted at his ranks in Amar.

"God is great~~." A mercenary shouted loudly, and at the same time several archers armed with recurve bows came out of the mercenary team, they lined up in two rows, the first row knelt on one knee, the second row straddled their feet, and with an order, they simultaneously pulled out the compound recurve bow in their hands.

"Stretch~~~." The strong bowstring of the compound recurve bow made a flicking sound, and the arrows characteristic of the Amar flew in the direction of the manor, their arrows were fast and accurate, and many of the servants on the roof of the manor were hit, and they fell like harvested wheat from the roof, and Pemba fell to the ground.

"Damn it." Stukov looked at the armed servants who fell from the roof like hailstones, and he couldn't help but curse, he didn't expect the other party to be so good at fighting.

"God is great~~." As a battle horn sounded peculiar to the Amar people, the slightly frustrated Amar mercenaries once again attacked from all sides of the manor, repeating the battle horns of their own country, and the more they fought, the more brave they became.

"Quick, plug the gap, and defend it with a spear formation." However, Stukov continued to mobilize the Grington mercenaries, taking advantage of the characteristics of the spear phalanx that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and killed the Amar mercenaries who jumped in all parts of the manor, with their backs to the manor house, and the favorable terrain made the two sides fall into a stalemate.

"I didn't expect it to be a tough battle?" Haradin's brow furrowed, his peculiar eyes staring at the manor.

"If we can wait two more days, we can make siege weapons." Nasser walked anxiously around, feeling sorry for every fallen warrior, who had followed him all the way, each of whom was a precious companion.

"We have to retreat, this unplanned battle is completely pointless." Haradin strongly advised, and he felt equally sorry for each of his countrymen.

"Understood, blow the horn of retreat." Nasser finally made up his mind that he didn't want to fold the army under an untold manor.

The sound of the Amal trumpets of retreat, the peculiar sound of the crow of an ox, spread throughout the battlefield, and the Amar people who were fighting immediately gave up the battle and slowly retreated back to their camp, they retreated so neatly that everything returned to calm, as if there had never been a fight.

"Why did they retreat, these damn mercenaries?" When the bald soldier heard the horn of retreat, and saw the Amar people, who had been attached to the outskirts of the manor, suddenly leaving like a low tide, he immediately pointed at the mercenary camp in anger and cursed.

"Forget it, I've seen enough anyway, it's not interesting, it's better to see it more clearly during the day." Lord Zack, however, yawned and looked disinterested, and he grabbed the prostitute from the bearskin, and carried her back to his tent, where the woman's groans of pain rang out.

Looking at the menacing Amar mercenaries who had just attacked, they instantly retreated from all around the manor, the lord of Ignas Manor and his servants, as well as Stukov and the others, were a little incredulous, but Stukov reacted first.

"We are victorious, cheer the soldiers." Stukov cheered loudly, and he walked over to each of the tired and stunned Glinton mercenaries and hammered their shoulders with his fist.

"Oooo Under Stukov's reminder, the Glinton mercenaries also raised their weapons and cheered loudly, and suddenly the mercenaries' voices boiled, and the joy of victory inexplicably permeated everyone's hearts.

"Stukov, we, are we really victorious?" Ignas also had a smile on his face that he hadn't seen in a long time, and he found Stukov in the midst of the cheering crowd, and asked the one-eyed mercenary captain who was laughing loudly and uncertainly.

"Hahaha, of course, but don't tell anyone else, tomorrow during the day, Zack's men will definitely attack again, this time more violently." Stukov laughed, but quickly lowered his voice, and he looked around to see that no one was paying attention before he spoke in Ignath's ear.

"What, you're saying this is just the beginning?" Stukov's words made the smile of the lord of Ignas Manor freeze on his face, he originally thought that the storm was over, but he didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

"That's right, this is just the beginning, the real dawn has not yet arrived, but don't worry, Lord Ignath, I have just taken advantage of the chaos to send a few clever young men, who will go to Glinton to report to Lord Baron Bruce, hoping that reinforcements will still be in time." In order to comfort Ignas, Stukov patted him on the shoulder and said.