The gates of the manor opened, and the soldiers rushed out, and the noise made everyone look over, but Nasser and Haradin had already expected it, and they arranged the most elite guards in the flank, this one was not very large, only six men, but they were all heavily armored like Nasser and Haradin.

"Mamluks, it's time for you to play." Nasser shouted to the six guardsmen.

"Yes." The Mamluks put on their helmets, not only in their armor, with their peaked iron helmets on their heads, and their faces draped with a chain mesh mask that swayed and rustled as they walked, but they also wore gauntlets, which of course were not of all iron armor, but had iron sheets sewn into the outside of the thick cloth armor.

"Bang ~~." The iron boots on their feet made a sound of metal clashing against the ground, and these Mamluks were tall and stood out from the crowd as they walked.

"Charge, follow me." Bruce had a crossbow in his hand, and he rode on his horse and shouted to the Grinton mercenaries and Ignath and the others.

"Rush~~." Ignas shouted in the armor of his ancestors and with his sword in hand, and the soldiers rushed into battle with a scream.

"Your Excellency, why are they here?" Stukov was leaning on the shoulder of one of his men, exhausted by the constant fighting, and his one-eye had lost its sharpness.

"Captain, your leg is injured, let's carry you back and bandage it." The mercenary who was fighting side by side with Stukov looked at the wound on Stukov's thigh and said to him.

"I'm fine." Stukov tore off the strip of cloth from his inner lining and stabbed it hard at the wound so that the blood would not flow so quickly, and he helped his men stubbornly to his feet.

"Stukov, take your men back to the manor." At this moment, Bruce rode up to Stukov and the others, and he commanded condescendingly from his horse.

"But my lord, I can continue to fight." Stukov pushed his men away and tried to stand up straight, but the wound in his thigh shook his body, and the two men quickly regained his support.

"You've done your best, come down and see us." Bruce said to Stukov with his crossbow in hand.

"No, I~~." Stukov wanted to say something, but he had already been set up by two of his men and retreated in the direction of the manor.

"Whoosh~." Bruce raised his hand and shot the bolt at the crowd of the Amar people, but he didn't see if the bottom shot was missing, and continued to reload the bolt.

"Damn." In the midst of the chaos, Nasser saw Bruce wearing a high-topped helmet, riding on horseback, wandering on the edge of the melee, and occasionally shooting crossbow arrows.

"I'm going to catch him." Haradin looked at Bruce and understood that this must be a nobleman of status, and he took the reins of the horse from his retinue and turned on the horse with the help of two soldiers.

"Here's what you're given." Nasser picked up a bag of javelins and handed them to Haradin, and threw them at the enemy from his galloping steed, which was the Amal's trick.

"Look at me!" Haradin nodded, just in time to see on the battlefield, an Amar warrior was shot in the neck by a crossbow arrow, and the hapless Amar warrior spurted out a mouthful of blood, like a scarecrow and fell straight to the ground, Haradin's heart was suddenly furious.

While Bruce's soldiers and the Amar mercenaries were scuffling together, Lord Zack sent bald soldiers with a few of his men to quietly come to the catapult, which was guarded by three Amar mercenaries, who watched very nervously in the face of the battlefield.

"Will we win?" A mask-wearing Amar mercenary asked his companion curiously.

"With the blessing of God, we will be able to win." Another Amar mercenary replied firmly.

"But the other party is still very tenacious!"

"God bless, let us pray God bless." The Amar mercenary held out his hands, his eyes slightly closed and muttered in prayer.

"True Shenwei ~~~, oh woo~~~." Another Amar mercenary was about to reach out and answer his companion's prayers when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, and when he lowered his head, he saw a sharp sword tip appear in his chest, and he let out a muffled snort, blood spurting from his mouth.

"What are you doing, ah~~." The praying Amar mercenary turned his head and suddenly saw Lord Zack's men raise their swords, he let out a scream and was quickly hacked to death next to the catapult, and his screams were drowned out in the noisy battlefield.

On the battlefield at this time, Nasser and Haradin were focused on dealing with Bruce, and they didn't expect that Lord Zach behind him would take action to seize the catapult, so except for the three guards Amar mercenaries, they didn't actually place anyone to guard.

"Go and report to your lordship, we have captured the catapult." The bald soldier wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, and then commanded the people around him.

"Drive it~~." Bruce steers his horse on his legs, and although he doesn't ride very well, the terrain here is plain, so it's very easy to ride, which frees Bruce to load his crossbow arrows.

"Kill~~." At the same time, Ignaus, the lord of the manor, led the soldiers and rushed towards the Mamluk warriors, and the collision of the two sides made a loud noise.

The Mamluk warriors were heavily armoured, so they moved very slowly, and the soldiers led by Ignas, except for himself, were lightly armoured, which was much more convenient to move, but when these light infantry stabbed or slashed at Mamluk with their weapons, there was no way to hurt the opponent.

"Ping~~." However, when these heavy armor and tall Mamluk punched a light infantryman, he immediately hit the opponent with blood all over his face, and the light infantry fell on his back, and Mamluk slashed with the scimitar in his hand as he walked forward, killing a light infantryman in an instant.

"The Lord God is above, how can we defeat these monsters?" The armed servants and the Glinton mercenaries looked at these half-tower-like Mamluk, covered in armor, and these heavy infantry whose faces could not be seen clearly, like monsters that could not be defeated, which made the armed servants and the Glinton mercenaries rise up with the idea that they could not defeat each other.

"Don't retreat, attack, attack~~." Looking at the warriors who were being forced back by Mamluk, Ignaus anxiously waved his sword above his head, inspiring everyone to attack.

"Rush~~." Inspired by Ignath, everyone mustered up the courage to rush forward, and at the same time, Ignath in the crowd was also led to rush towards the Mamluks.