Outside the manor, the grass was thick and shredded, and on the grass stood three people, an adult and two children, all with wooden swords in their hands.

"I've taught you all the moves, now I'm going to see how you're doing?" The adult was none other than Sir Wayne, who was wearing a leather shirt, and with his wooden sword on his shoulder, to the two children.

The taller of the two children was James, and the other was shorter, Bruce, with a cruel smile on his face, held the wooden sword tightly in his right hand, but Bruce was dazed, and the sword in his hand dragged weakly to the ground.

"Let's go." Sir Wayne looked at the weak Bruce and shook his head secretly, but he still announced the start of training.

When Sir Wayne ordered, James couldn't wait to rush forward, the wooden sword in his hand rained down on his younger brother, and Bruce was barely parried at first, but soon the wooden sword in his hand was knocked out, and the training became James's one-sided beating of Bruce, Sir Wayne hurriedly announced the end, looking at Bruce who was covered in bruises, Sir Wayne shook his head in disappointment.

"Bruce, I taught you more than James, but you didn't use a single trick." Sir Wayne crouched beside Bruce Jr., and he said to Bruce.

"But I don't want to fight." Little Bruce said to Sir Wayne with freckles on his face, with tears in his eyes.

"You are a nobleman, the nobles must use the sword to maintain order and protect the church and the people, do you want to be a monk if you don't know how to use the sword?" Sir Wayne said to Bruce Jr.

"No, I just want to live in the manor quietly, and I don't want to cut people with a sword, nor do I want to go to church to suffer." Little Bruce wiped his tears with his sleeve, and he said in a firm tone, but was soon loudly ridiculed by James, and Sir Wayne was so disappointed that he could only shake his head.

Coming back from his memories, Sir Wayne couldn't help but feel tricky as he looked at the Glinton soldiers who quickly put on the defensive, but at this time he still didn't believe that the waste Bruce had the means to train a rabble into warriors who could stand up to Sergeant Locke in a short period of time.

"Sergeant, attack." This time, Sir Wayne was no longer in the rear, he stepped forward with his sword, and fought side by side as he commanded the sergeants.

"Oh roar~~." With the knights fighting side by side, the morale of the sergeants suddenly soared, and they raised their shields and spears in their hands and rushed towards the Glinton soldiers, and the Glinton spear and pestle soldiers immediately knelt on one knee, stretched the spear and pestle in their hands forward, and made a defensive formation.

"Where did he learn it?" Looking at the defensive posture of the Glynton soldiers, Sir Wayne couldn't help but be surprised.

Sergeant Locke raised his shield and rushed into the middle of the Grington spear and pestle, at this time the two sides quickly got together, the spear and pestle smashed into Sergeant Locke's body, and the cloth armor he was wearing could not be completely defended at all, and Sergeant Locke was immediately hit and spat blood, but Sergeant Locke's spear was not conducive to the melee.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~." The crossbowmen standing behind the spear and pestle took the opportunity to shoot crossbow arrows, and the benefits and power of the crossbow were reflected in the melee, compared to the bow that was to be shot after pulling the bowstring, the crossbow could be held up and aimed for a long time, saving arm strength.

Sergeant Locke, who was shot by the crossbow, clutched his chest, and the tail end of the crossbow bolt was stuck in the cloth armor, but because he didn't hit the vital point, the Locke sergeant endured the pain and continued to wield the spear, this is the difference between a veteran and a new soldier, and the veteran has already looked down on the pain.

"Squeak." Looking at Sergeant Locke who was shot but did not fall, the Glinton crossbowman was a little nervous, and quickly put the crossbow down and stepped on the leather ring, and pulled the crossbow string with a trembling hand, suddenly, a spear pestle stabbed at a rushing Rock sergeant, and the sharp iron cone on the spear pestle immediately pierced the sergeant's chest, blood gushed out from the wound, and hot blood splashed on the crossbowman's face.

Feeling the heat on his face, the crossbowman reached out and saw the red blood, the fishy smell rushed from his nose, and suddenly vomiting welled up in his throat, and he bent down and retched.

"Attack, attack, no retreat." Sir Wayne swung his sword forward, the armor on his body was bright and strong, and even his arms were wrapped in gauntlets, and he parried the weapons stretched out by the spear and pestle men in one hand, and slashed with his sword while swinging his sword, and under the leadership of Sir Wayne, Sergeant Locke continued to compress Grinton's line, and there were soldiers fighting each other everywhere outside the longhouse.

"We're going to fail." Eve, the huntress who was watching the battle, frowned and said to Bruce.

Bruce was also nervous, it was good that the Glinton soldiers had made it this far as a recruit, but with a knight on board, defeat was already a matter of time.

"Can you kill Sir Wayne?" Bruce bit his lip and asked Eve.

"Cold arrows in the back?" Listening to Bruce's words, Eve was a little surprised, this was against the dogma of the nobles, but Bruce did not hesitate to say it, as simple as eating and sleeping.

Bruce nodded at Eve, and Eve nodded to Bruce, Bruce meant to let Eve kill Sir Wayne with a cold arrow, and Eve nodded meaning that she could do it.

"Squeak." Eve hit the arrow and pulled the bowstring, closed one eye, and locked on Sir Wayne, who was wearing chain mail and wearing a helmet, and it was not easy to shoot, but Eve was confident that he would shoot Sir Wayne in the throat area that was accidentally exposed when swinging his sword.

"Wait, Lord Bruce, do you know the consequences of that?" However, little Lori Anne ran up to Eve and blocked it with her body, and she said to Bruce with open arms.

"Anne get out of the way." Bruce anxiously waved his hand at Annie and asked her to hide aside, but Annie shook her head firmly and put a cold arrow behind the knight's back, if the other nobles knew, then Bruce would be abandoned by the entire aristocratic class and become a street rat that everyone shouted at, and the consequences were much more serious.

"Oh~~." While Bruce and Anne were arguing, something happened on the battlefield next to the longhouse, and Sergeant Locke, who was wearing crossbow bolts, suddenly fell to the ground foaming at the mouth, their bodies convulsing.

"What's going on?" Sir Wayne was amazed, although the cloth armor on Sergeant Locke's body could not completely block the crossbow bolts from entering his body, but he decided that the sharp parts of the crossbow bolts would not shoot too deeply, and those skin wounds would not be enough to kill these veterans.

"Hee-hee-hee, don't they know what happens to provoking witches?" At this time, Mavis who was hiding behind Eve grinned, and a successful smile appeared on her face, it turned out that Mavis had already smeared the ghee on the toad's back on the crossbow arrow, and once the toad ghee on the tip of the crossbow arrow entered the human body, with the strenuous activities of the sergeants, the toxin would spread throughout the body.

"Damn, is it poison?" Sir Wayne pulled out a crossbow bolt and shivered at its sharp head.

"Whoa~~." Suddenly, there was a commotion of the crowd from under the hill, and Sir Wayne hurriedly looked down the hill, and even Bruce looked over in surprise.

"Who is attacking our lord?"

"Damn fellow."

"Lord Guardian~~."

I saw more than a hundred serfs armed with pitchforks and sticks rushing up from under the hill, and they rushed up with a noisy crowd, and the sergeants who had surrounded the Greenton soldiers by the longhouse were immediately surrounded by a hundred serfs armed with pitchforks and sticks.

"When was the light infantry called?" Sir Wayne, who was fenced off, quickly turned to face the serfs, and he looked at Bruce standing outside the lord's house, and Bruce was also at a loss.

The serfs who ploughed the lord's land on weekdays were serfs, but once the war started, the serfs would respond to the lord's call to become light infantry with straw sticks in accordance with feudal obligations, and serve as the leading cannon fodder for the knights on the battlefield or as servants in logistics.

However, to Sir Wayne's surprise, Bruce did not seem to have gathered the light infantry, and the serfs had come to defend Bruce of their own accord, but was this possible?