"To launch a general attack, you can't let them be too proud." Duke Bemessi watched his knight get caught up in the enemy, and he was already overwhelmed with rage, and kicked his horse in the crotch to urge the herald.

"Wait a minute, Lord Duke, it's too early to launch a general attack." Sir Hilton hurriedly grabbed the reins of Duke Bemessi's mount, and he said anxiously to the Duke.

"Get out of the way, my honor has made it impossible for me to sit idly by, attack, attack, follow my orders." The Duke of Bemessi, already overwhelmed by his anger, broke free of Sir Hilton's hand and commanded the herald in a loud voice.

The Duke of Bemessi issued a general order, and the remaining cavalry of the original standby camp, as well as the army of Sir Hilton used as a reserve, instantly poured out, and the soldiers shouted and rushed in the direction of the rebels.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong ~~." The white knight used his sword to block the spear of one of the attendants, and the other party also recognized the identity of the white knight and attacked with all his might, but the white knight stabbed the attendant in the chest with his sword the moment he dodged the opponent sideways.

"Your Highness, it's too dangerous here, get out of here." Carlos held his sword in both hands, he rushed to the right side of the white knight, protecting the side of the white knight, and when the knights of the cavalry cavalry just charged, he almost fainted in fright, but fortunately the serfs held their ground.

"Whew, whew, whew, we can't retreat, we haven't waited for the signal yet." The White Knight glanced in Woolf's direction, the northern warrior's strategy was truly brilliant, and every move of the duke's army fell into his calculations.

"Whoa~~." At this moment, there was an uproar from far and near, and Carlos looked up when he heard it, and his face suddenly turned pale, and he saw that under the banner of the Duke of Bemessi, new reinforcements were approaching them.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, the Duke has launched a general attack, why is the main god so early?" Carlos stammered.

"Great." The White Knight was not as scared as Carlos, he knew that all his insistence was waiting for this moment.

"Woo~~~." A long, dull trumpet sounded, and Woolf gave the final signal, and with the planning of the northern warrior, they finally made it to the critical moment.

The sound of the horn was also heard in Bruce's ears, and he turned his head to look at the duke and reinforcements that were pouring in behind him, and then at the rebels in front of him, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

"Lord Baron Bruce, Lord Duke orders a total, bring your soldiers to attack with us~~." Leopold rode over to Bruce and the others, and he yelled at him.

"Of course, I will." Bruce smiled and said to Baron Leopold.

"Great, victory must be ours." Baron Leopold breathed a sigh of relief, his soldiers had lost behind the shield wall, and he was left with only a few guards left, so he thought of joining forces with Bruce to attack.

"Attention Greenton Militia~~." Bruce crossed his waist, his left hand pressed to the scabbard, his right hand raised in the air, and turned his head to shout to the militiamen with wooden spears beside him.

"Roar~." Hearing Bruce's order, the Greenton militia immediately stood up and shouted in unison.

"Ah~." Baron Leopold only discovered at this time that compared to the other messy vassal armies on the battlefield, this militia regiment under Bruce was so disciplined, no matter what the combat effectiveness was, but it was judged by the momentum that stood still on the battlefield.

"Maybe we can really make a difference with Lord Baron Bruce." Baron Leopold, who was depressed because of the loss of his own soldiers, looked at Bruce's neat militia regiment, his mind became lively again, and he stared at Bruce and his soldiers with confidence.

"The phalanx is on alert." Bruce commanded loudly.

"The phalanx is on alert, what is this?" Baron Leopold looked at it in wonder, he had never heard of such an offensive order.

"Roar." I saw the soldiers of the Greenton militia regiment, the soldiers in the first row slowly advanced with the wooden spears in their hands, while the soldiers in the second and third rows pointed the wooden spears diagonally forward, looking like a dense small forest advancing, but the speed of their advance was really slow.

"One-two, one-two~~~." Mickey shouted in his own rugged voice, and the entire phalanx moved less than ten paces with broken steps under his feet.

"Lord Bruce, this, this is too slow, I'm afraid the credit will be snatched away by others." Baron Leopold anxiously looked at the soldiers passing by them from behind, and said to Bruce in annoyance.

"That's how the soldiers in my territory attack." Bruce shrugged his shoulders and said to Baron Leopold indifferently.

The Duke of Bemessi, clad in armor and surrounded by a large number of soldiers, led the soldiers to rush in the direction of the rebels' shield wall, knowing that the exhausted serfs would not be able to withstand the attack of such a large number of soldiers.

"Resist, resist." After Woolf sounded the trumpet, he came to the first column of serfs with shields, raised his tomahawk and shouted.

"Roar~~~." Although physically and mentally exhausted, the serfs watched the noble knights who had fallen one after another, and their hearts could not help but rise in hatred for them, who were also the creatures of the Lord God, why could they live in a strong castle, feast day and night, sleep with beautiful women, and they could only huddle in damp and cold shacks, and the whole family was hungry and fed, and endured heavy labor and taxes.

"We're going to live in the castle, we're going to wear warm coats, and we're going to have a banquet." The serfs could not help but have a thought in their hearts that they had never thought before, and they clenched the rudimentary weapons in their hands and shouted at the duke and the soldiers to let go.

"Rustle~~." At this moment, as if the heavens felt the grievances of the serfs, a large dark cloud in the sky obscured the sky, and light rain fell one after another.

"Rush, for the sake of glory~~." The soldiers waved their swords and slammed into their shields with a scream, and several serfs were slammed into the ground and fell backwards.

"Hold on." Seeing this, Woolf hurriedly stepped forward to fill the gap with his own body, and he slashed the head of the male soldier with his tomahawk, the iron helmet could not stop the slash of the tomahawk, and the soldier who was chopped snorted, and blood flowed from the helmet like a waterfall on his face.

Outside the shield wall were densely stacked with the duke's soldiers, and the two sides fought each other again through the shields, only this time the duke's soldiers had a clear advantage, and seeing that the serfs could not hold on, at this moment a roar sounded from the woods on the left.

"What's the sound?" Bruce looked warily in the direction of the forest, and he immediately raised his right hand and ordered the Greenton militia to stop.

"What?" Baron Leopold, who regretted joining forces with Bruce, asked impatiently, but at this moment he was also stunned.

Out of the woods came a cart drawn by two horses, surrounded by sharp swords, and two serfs on the cart rushed towards him with their horses, and the swords spinning at high speed on the tires of the cart made a terrible whooshing sound.

", chariot." Bruce was shocked to see this, he didn't expect these rebels to be left behind.