Bruce looked at Sir Wayne and Sergeant Locke in front of him, and he looked back behind him, the little maid Anne, the pale-faced Edward, the hilarious Mavis, and the huntress Eve, she had some combat power, but Bruce was still not sure whether she was loyal to him to the point of being willing to fight against Locke Manor.

"Bruce, you used to be my student too, I don't want to see you hurt, take your brother's orders!" Once again, Sir Wayne pleaded, he was a noble knight, and he kept the oath he had taken when he died, even though no one but the Lord God knew it.

"Well, give up this land and go back to Locke Manor to become a retainer serving my brother." Bruce smacked his mouth, he lowered his head and kicked the pebbles on the ground, an instinctive sense of disgust welled up, his stomach felt like someone had been grabbed hard, and the fragments of memories that had been teased and ridiculed by James surfaced.

"Yes, you may feel that your self-esteem has been damaged, but you can survive." Sir Wayne straightened up, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, and made an attacking gesture to deter Bruce.

"Well, are you alive under the fence? My answer is, no, fuck your sister. Bruce glared at Sir Wayne, stretched out his right hand and gave him a middle finger.

Although he didn't understand the meaning of Bruce's gesture, Sir Wayne probably understood what Bruce meant, and he drew the sword at his waist, and the sergeants behind him immediately stretched out their spears forward, the sharp tips of which glowed coldly in the sun.

Anne's face became nervous, she quickly turned around and ran into the lord's house, the huntress Eve took off the bow on her back, and put an arrow on it aimed at Sir Wayne and the others, Mavis moved lightly and almost seemed to float behind Eve, but the corners of her mouth showed a strange smile, peeking at Sir Wayne and the others from behind Eve, as for Edward, no one cared about him.

Sergeant Locke raised the shield in his hand, they took three steps forward, the neat shield wall surrounded Bruce and the others, and in the face of the solid shield wall, Bruce and the others retreated step by step.

"Surrender, Bruce, this battle is pointless." Sir Wayne said.

"Master Bruce." Suddenly, little Lori Anne ran out of the lord's house, carrying a brass trumpet in her arms, which was the horn that Bruce used to rally his soldiers.

"Well done Annie." A smile appeared on Bruce's face, and Anne threw the brass horn at Bruce, who reached out and caught the brass horn, and immediately puffed out his cheeks to blow the brass horn.

"Woo~~~." The sharp brass horn sounded, piercing the calm sky above Grinton, and Sir Wayne saw Bruce blow the horn, his brow furrowed slightly, but he did not take it to heart.

The sound of the brass trumpet gradually dissipated in midair, and Sir Wayne looked back around, and Greenton was still quiet, as if nothing had happened, and he turned to look at Bruce, his mouth moving slightly, as if he was not interested in Bruce's prank.

However, at this moment, the wooden door of the longhouse next to the lord's house suddenly opened, and then Grinton's fourteen soldiers rushed out, they were neatly arranged in an array, in fact, there was a weapon rack at the entrance of the longhouse, the first row was to place spears and pestles, and the second row was hung with crossbows, and when the soldiers walked out of the house, they picked up their own weapons.

"What is this?" Sir Wayne looked at the team that appeared on the left side of his soldiers, his eyes showed a look of surprise, it was difficult to assemble a team in such a short time, even the sergeants of Locke Manor could not do it, which is why nobles and knights were needed to command in war, and when the soldiers on both sides walked a distance, the nobles would stop to sort out the team.

"Hey, hey, hey." The neatly lined Glinton soldiers let out a shout, the spearmen in the front row stepped forward five steps to approach Sergeant Locke, and the crossbowmen bent down to draw their bowstrings.

"Sergeant Left Defense." As Sir Wayne saw that the opponent was in an attacking stance, he instinctively raised his sword and pointed to the left.

"Roar~." Hearing the knight's order, Sergeant Locke immediately took two steps back, then turned the wide side of the formation in the direction of the Glinton soldiers.

"Soldiers of Greenton, defense." Bruce couldn't help but be filled with pride when he saw his soldiers gathering quickly, this was the team he had trained with his own hands.

"Bruce, do you really want to fight me?" Although Sir Wayne was surprised that Bruce had an armed team in his hands, he also saw that these soldiers lacked armor, and the combat effectiveness of an inadequately armed team was worrisome, not to mention that looking at the appearance of these soldiers, they should be formed by serfs, not to mention morale, Sir Wayne believed that as long as there was a charge, these serfs would throw down their weapons and turn away.

"You forced me, Anne raised my banner and told them my family battle number." Bruce also drew the sword from his waist and asked Anne to raise her own dry flag.

"Dry~." Anne shouted in a childish, shrill voice.

"Dry~~." The Greenton soldiers shouted in unison, echoing Anne's battle cry, and although they didn't know the meaning of the word, when the voice sounded, everyone's blood boiled.

"Attack." Sir Wayne shook his head, he was amazed by Bruce's madness, but as a knight he had to fulfill his mission of war, and he decided to destroy this armed force, so that Bruce could understand the difference in strength and clear his mind.

"Oooo When Sergeant Locke heard the knight's order, they immediately raised their shields and forced the Grindon soldiers with spears in hand, and murderous aura appeared in the eyes of both sides, and the fully equipped Sergeant Locke was even more aggressive.

"Squeak~~whoosh~~." Bruce's crossbowmen were the first to attack, filling their bolts and pulling the trigger on them to shoot off the bowstring.

"Aggressive." Although they didn't understand what the Grinton man's crossbow was doing, the Locke sergeants saw the shield being shot at it, and instinctively raised the large shield in their hands, and the crossbow shot the shield with an aggressive sound.

Although the crossbows were held back by their shields, the Locke sergeants stagnated, and the spearmen would not give them a chance to continue, and they saw the opportunity to rush forward with a loud cry.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong~~." The spear pestle hit the shield fiercely under the swing of the Glintons, the spear pestle struck the shield with a loud noise, and the Locke sergeants holding the shield were smashed, they didn't expect the opponent's strength to be so strong, and the arm holding the shield was shocked and numb.

"Oh~." Sergeant Locke desperately raised his shield to resist the fierce attack, but the Greentons unceremoniously kicked and smashed, forcing Sergeant Locke, who was supposed to advance, to slowly retreat.

"Steady, steady, steady." Sir Wayne was surprised to see the scene in front of him, he didn't expect that there was such a strong infantry in Glinton, he hurriedly continued to give orders, under Sir Wayne's command, Sergeant Locke remembered the usual training, they tried to stabilize their positions, and began to put their spears on top of the shield, constantly poking outward, to counter the attack of the spearmen and pestles.

"Oh." The spearmen had been trained by Bruce and had indeed improved their military literacy, but they had never really been on the battlefield after all, and the two young spearmen were too aggressive, and as a result, they were stabbed in the arm by the outstretched spear tip, and they fell backwards with a snort.

"Huh." A smile tugged at Sir Wayne's lips, and he was sure that these rabble were no match for Sergeant Locke.

The two stabbed spearmen fell to the ground, and the crossbowmen behind him stepped forward, grabbed them by the collars and dragged them to safety, much to Sir Wayne's surprise.

"Stand back, stand back, defend." At this time, Bruce, who had been watching the battle without saying a word, shouted loudly, and when he heard the lord's order, the Grinton soldiers retreated and distanced themselves from the Locke soldiers, although the retreat was a little messy and scattered, but in general it was still orderly, which surprised Sir Wayne even more.

"Hey, am I really fighting against a bunch of serfs?" Sir Wayne couldn't help but take a breath, he couldn't help but look at Bruce, this young nobleman, he had always thought to be a child's Bruce, was it really he who trained this group of soldiers?