"Whoosh." The javelin flew out of Haradin's hand, hitting the chest of the soldier who had raised the gavel, and the soldier who had been shot by the javelin threw himself to the catapult.

"Oops." When the bald soldier saw the mercenaries rushing up in anger, he sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly drew his sword and pointed it at Nasser and Haradin.

Several Zach Lord soldiers' soldiers hurriedly tried to stop the Amar mercenaries, but Nasser, who rushed up, used a scimitar to split from the shoulder, and the sound of broken bones made the others shudder, and several other soldiers hurriedly threw away their weapons, turned around and staggered to escape, but Haradin unceremoniously threw out his javelin and eliminated them one by one.

"Say, why are you shooting catapults at us?" Nasser's face was covered with drops of blood, and his face was hideous like a demon from purgatory, and the scimitar in his hand was also stained with blood.

"You can't hurt me, I'm Lord Zack's man." The bald soldier looked at Nasser and the others as they approached, and retreated in horror, but a stone under his feet tripped him over.

"Whew." Nasser took two steps forward, raised the scimitar in his hand, aimed it at the bald soldier's head and was about to slash at it, but who knew that a strong hand held his wrist.

"Wait a minute." It was Haradin who stopped Nasser, who grabbed his friend's wrist.

"What are you doing?" Nasser was already red-eyed by this time, glaring at his friend, as if he couldn't believe that Haradin would betray him.

"He's the employer's man, and even if he kills, he should be in front of Lord Zack." Haradin gasped and said to his friend, knowing that the bald soldier at this time was a witness, and only by bringing him to Lord Zach could he make the other party irrefutable.

"No, he killed our warrior, and this heretic must pay with his own blood." But Nasser ignored it, flung Haradin's hand at his wrist and aimed his scimitar at the bald soldier's neck.

"Quack." The bald soldier seemed to have a premonition of his own death, his eyes bulging out and a strange cry coming out of his mouth.

"Gray Law." Just as Nasser's scimitar was about to land on the bald soldier's neck, a horse neighed, followed by the roar of horses' hooves, and the cavalry led by Bruce rushed up the hillside.

"These bastards." Bruce jumped up the hill and saw Nasser and Haradin and the other Ammars, and he immediately decided in his mind that the Amar mercenaries had done a crazy move, and they actually smashed catapults at themselves and the Grintons for victory.

"Evil heretics." Ken raised his left hand, spread his five fingers, and pointed the exorcism gesture of the Holy Cult at the Ammar.

"them." Bruce pressed the high-topped iron helmet above his head with his hand, and kicked the horse's belly with the spur of his heel, and the horse neighed and carried Bruce forward, this time Bruce had already inserted the crossbow diagonally into the leather pouch on the side of the warhorse, and drew the sword at his waist.

"Grazie." Ken and the noble cavalry roared heartily, their spears and swords clenched in their hands, and they followed closely behind Bruce.

"It's the enemy, form a circle." Haradin was surprised to see Bruce and the others, he didn't expect Bruce and the cavalry to arrive so quickly, and completely leave everything on the battlefield.

"Defend in a circle." Nasser didn't care about the bald soldiers at this time, he hurriedly turned to Bruce and the others and shouted, the charge of the noble cavalry They have seen it on the battlefield, even after a fierce battle, the physical strength of the cavalry and horses has been consumed a lot, but they are also exhausted, in this situation, of course, the cavalry on horseback will have an advantage.

"Whew, whew, whew." Ken gasped, he clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, but he clearly felt that the sword body was trembling slightly, and his arm was already sore and unbearable, but looking at Bruce in front of him, he still gritted his teeth and held on.

"What is a knight?"

At this moment, Ken seemed to think of his teacher, an old knight who had fought all his life, his beard was gray, but he still wore his armor and held his spear every day, and he always asked Ken the same question when he was still a squire.

"What is a knight?" Ken always wondered why the teacher asked this question, because it was a well-known answer.

A knight was a member of the nobility, an elite on the battlefield, a noble warrior who was canonized by the lord to obtain a fief and worked according to the orders of the lord.

"That's right, what a knight is, this is a very important question, if you can't understand the answer to this question, then you will never be able to truly become a noble knight, even if you own a kingdom." The old knight straightened his waist, his leather armor was clean, but it still couldn't hide the mottled marks on it, most of the leather skin had fallen off, and the cotton wool inside could be seen.

"So, teacher, what the hell is a knight?" Ken couldn't help but ask.

"The knight is the protector, my apprentice, protecting the feudal lord on the battlefield, protecting the lord's property with his life on the battlefield, the knight's fief given by the lord is not private property, but an important thing given to the knight for protection, that is a kind of trust, but now many people regard this as a transaction." The old knight blew his beard and glared, he was disgusted with the kind of transaction that treated the mining as a lord and a knight, and the knight who got the mining would work for the lord.

"But, isn't that a matter of course?" Ken muttered.

"Giggle." A flock of hens crowed past their feet, the dilapidated mill creaked, and the old cows, who couldn't even produce milk, mooed.

The old knight fought all his life, but his lord only gave him a dilapidated mill and a flock of hens and old cows in it as payment, and he lived in poverty and poverty, but he held on to the old mill alone, and took it as an honor, and regarded it as the most honorable task, and the whole village laughed at the old knight's stubbornness behind his back.

"Protector! Damn it. Ken woke up from his memory, perhaps the tiredness had made him a little delirious, and he quickly shook his head a few times, and he quickly clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and rushed to Bruce's left side.

"Kill." Bruce was jolting on the horse's back, the hill was not conducive to galloping, and the horse's speed slowed down significantly, but Bruce relied on his condescending superiority to kick the stirrup with both legs, leaving the saddle with his buttocks, and then swung his sword and slashed at the head of one of the Amar soldiers.