When a Mamluk was shot and fell to his knees, Eve turned behind him mercilessly, pulled out a sharp skinning knife from behind her waist, inserted it through the gap in the chin of her helmet, and pulled it violently, causing blood to spurt out of her throat.

"Puff~~." Mamluk fell to the ground with a thud, his heavy armor and corpse slapping the dust high under his body.

"Oh, what a woman." Nasser struck the head of a rushing Glinton soldier with his scimitar, but the blade got stuck in the middle of his skull, and he had to raise his foot and kick the soldier out before pulling out the scimitar, just as his eyes passed through the scuffle and spotted Eve's might.

Mamluk was a warrior who had been trained since childhood, and although he was not as noble as the knights, he was definitely much more powerful than the average warrior, but this group of burly men was actually defeated by a woman, which surprised Nasser, and the woman's posture and armor were also extremely charming.

A small breastplate that clings to the body is made of a single piece of iron struck, and in order not to affect Eve's shoulder movements, the shoulder armor is two separate pieces, and in addition to this, the legs are protected by a ring of leather battle skirts, the top of which is struck with iron sheets.

"Master Marcus, why did you build Eve's armor yourself?" At this time, in the blacksmith shop in Greenton Village, a blacksmith asked curiously.

Except for Lord Bruce's armor, which was made by Marcus, everyone else was basically made by ordinary blacksmiths and apprentices, and even ordinary soldiers began to use the simple way of inverting molds, and Eve was the only one who enjoyed the honor of creating armor by Marcus himself.

"Why, Eve is the woman I have ever seen with the most perfect curves, this is a work of art, you know, this is art, can someone else make armor that fits Miss Eve's body?" Marcus foamed at the mouth and said that since he had met Eve, he had been desperate to make Eve his model, and he had forgotten the purpose of coming here, and Bruce was happy to be idle.

However, when he explained to Eve what the so-called model was, of course, he was beaten up, but Marcus didn't seem to care, so after listening to Bruce's order to make a set of armor at Glinton's blacksmith shop, he immediately volunteered to make armor for Eve.

"It's weird to meet a woman on the battlefield." Nasser said in surprise, but this ignited his interest, probably men are like this, when they meet a strong and beautiful woman, the first thing that comes to mind is how to conquer her.

At this moment, Glinton's spearmen came to the aid under the leadership of Stukov, and these soldiers, wielding heavy and rudimentary spears, rushed forward, knocking one of the Amar warriors to the ground with a single stick, and when the opponent struggled to stand up, the spearmen immediately stepped forward, held the tail of the spear pestle upside down with both hands, and stabbed the vital point with the iron nail at the top of the spear pestle.

"Damn, rush, rush, don't stop." Nasser commanded the warriors to continue to assault the flanks of the Glintons, the soldiers on both sides intertwined like two converging streams, and the Amar who liked to be dressed in white gradually covered in blood.

"Blow the horn and let the light cavalry attack." Bruce stared at the stalemate, and he immediately commanded Ken.

"Yes."

"Woo, woo, woo~~~." Three short horn sounds rang out, and immediately spread throughout the battlefield, and Phoebe, the leader of the light cavalry who had been hiding in the woods, heard the voice.

"The Baron has signaled that it's time for us to play." Phoebe slammed her helmet over her head and shouted loudly to the hussars scattered through the woods.

"Yes." The light cavalry were mostly homesteaders from Grünton, and their horses were nothing more than ploughing horses, not suitable for long-term combat, but for the infantry, one cavalry was enough to threaten.

"Hold your spears tightly and follow me closely." Phoebe held a sword high in his right hand, and as soon as he lifted the reins of the war horse, the war horse neighed under his crotch, and his hooves stood up,

"Roar~~." The hussars clenched their spears and pitchforks and shouted loudly.

"Drive it~~." Phoebe kicked the horse's belly with her heel, and the horse instinctively jumped out, and a light cavalry immediately appeared behind Nasser and the others.

Lord Zack has also been paying attention to the battlefield, and he saw a sneer on the corner of his mouth when he saw the light cavalry appear, and sure enough, the cavalry was placed on the flanks in order to sneak attack the Amar mercenaries from behind, and it seemed that this Baron Bruce was not very upright.

"My lord, do you want us to stop this cavalry?" Kate archer, wearing kingfisher feathers and two whiskers on the side of his mouth, asked Lord Zack.

"If you're not in a hurry, why waste ammunition." Lord Zack shook his head, he raised his hand and waved it listlessly, and one of the attendants beside him immediately waved his banner.

"Ahhhh With Lord Zack waving the banner, in another forest on the battlefield, a group of light cavalry suddenly appeared, also composed of yeoman farmers.

"Tsk?" Bruce heard the sound, and the sound of horses' hooves on the ground, and immediately frowned slightly, he didn't expect that Lord Zack had been hiding a light cavalry, but if you think about it carefully, as the lord of the duke's family, his territory must be very rich, how can he get together a cavalry, but he can endure it until now before using it, which shows the cunning of his people.

"Oh no, Phoebe is going to be attacked on her back." Even Ken saw that the light cavalry led by Phoebe was not in a good situation, and if Phoebe was going to attack the back of Nasser and the others, the light cavalry of Lord Zack, which suddenly appeared, would be like a hammer on an iron felt, slamming into the back of Phoebe and the others.

"Ken, follow me." Bruce was not calm at this time, he kicked the horse's belly violently, the war horse carried him and galloped, and the noble cavalry hurriedly followed behind Bruce.

"Boom~~." The sound of the hooves of the heavy cavalry sounded like thunder, and they rushed towards the battlefield under the leadership of Bruce, watching this scene Lord Zack couldn't help but laugh, he reached out to take a glass of wine from the servant, and drank it with his head up.

"Ha, Bruce let me see what you're capable of." Lord Zach didn't bother to wipe the red wine that ran down his chin as he watched the battlefield and muttered to himself.

"Hey, the adult's fetishes are starting to flare up again." The Kate archer, who wore a kingfisher feather hat and a beard, couldn't help but shake his head and said helplessly.