The shouts of slaughter shook the sky, and the soldiers of the plain fought through the shield wall, and at that moment archers appeared from behind the serfs, who bent their bows and arrows above the crowd and shot arrows at the heads of the vassals in the rear.

"Whoosh~~." The arrows made a sharp sound that pierced through the air, and they were fired accurately at the vassal soldiers, and the soldiers in the rear did not expect the attack to come from the sky.

"Ahh An arrow pierced the neck of a soldier, and he looked up at the sky in disbelief, and before he could let out a terrible howl, he fell to the ground, and was soon trampled under the feet of those behind him.

"Archers, archers." The nobles in command were not fools, and when they saw the arrows coming from the front, they immediately shouted a warning and quickly mobilized the archers of their troops.

"Prepare to shoot." Baron Leopold rode up to the archers in his army, and he commanded them on horseback with his sword raised.

"Yes, Lord Baron." Twenty archers immediately lined up in two rows, the first row of men crouched, and the second row stood and drew their bows.

"Heh, there are twenty family archers, it seems that Baron Leopold is very generous!" Stukov looked at the archers beside Baron Leopold and said to Bruce with a smile.

"Indeed." Bruce has been in this world for a while, and he knows a lot about the things in this world, compared to the infantry who can go to the battlefield with a spear, the archer is a class that needs long-term continuous training, so he can afford to maintain a team of archers, and he needs to have a certain amount of financial ability, because archers are paid.

"Edward, huh?" Stukov was about to ask Edward what he thought of the situation on the battlefield, but he turned his head to find the knight already pale behind the militia and vomiting.

"Ah, when will his old problem be cured?" Shield Splitter Danny shrugged his shoulders, put the tomahawk on his shoulder, and said helplessly.

"There's nothing we can do if we join in at this time, so let's stop here and watch the battle!" Bruce looked at the crowded battle line ahead, he stopped behind Baron Leopold's army, and the Greenton militia came to a quiet halt.

"Launch." At this time, Baron Leopold waved the sword in his hand and gave the archers the order to shoot, and the archers immediately released their fingers controlling the string, and the arrow flew out of the bowstring.

"Whoosh~~." A burst of air sounded over the heads of both sides, but just as the arrows were about to hit the rebel archers, the group of archers above the heads of the others shrank down and disappeared.

"What's going on?" Baron Leopold was stunned at first at the arrows that shot into the air, but quickly reacted.

"The group of archers was carried underneath." Stukov shook his head and said, he had seen how the northern warriors fought, the perfect combination of shield walls and archers, and the opposing army had experienced northern warriors.

Woolf held a small battle axe in his hand, the blade of the battle axe emitted a chilling cold light, and around him were crowded serf soldiers, thousands of people crowded with each other, and the smell of sweat from pushing hard was extremely strong, but Woolf didn't care about these little things, he was observing the movements of the vassal soldiers.

"Rush, rush, damn it, kill this bunch of lowly serfs." The vassals looked at the soldiers who were blocked by the shield wall, and angrily whipped the soldiers on the back with the whips in their hands, and the soldiers were forced to attack the shield wall again.

"It's now." Woolf spotted an impatient soldier, licked his dry lips, nodded at the White Knight, and then swung his tomahawk sharply.

"Open." Woolf's loud shout made the serfs who were suppressed by death immediately refresh, and the serfs behind the shield wall who were desperately resisting with their bodies suddenly retreated, and the shield wall opened a large gap.

"Okay, great." Looking at the opening opening, the vassals in command and the Duke of Bemessi, who was watching the battle in the rear, shouted with joy, thinking that the serfs could no longer withstand the attack and began to disperse.

"Rush, rush me." The excited vassals desperately pushed the soldiers in the direction of the gap, and the soldiers, believing that they had won, shouted and waved their weapons and rushed in.

"We won?" Bruce looked at the soldiers who rushed into the gap in the rebel shield wall, and he was a little surprised that his side had won, but when he looked around, he found that Stukov and Shield Splitter Danny had serious faces, even a little panicked.

"Oh no, it's the Loki Trap, I didn't think they even had it." Splitting Shield Danny said in surprise as he looked straight at the other side.

"What, what trap?" Bruce asked, puzzled.

"Go tell the others that you must not rush in." Stukov jerked the reins of Bruce's mount and said loudly to Bruce.

"But, but it's too late." Bruce nervously looked at the hundreds of soldiers rushing over, these soldiers were unstoppable like a tide, not to mention a nobleman like Bruce who had no affiliation at all, and even the soldiers' own lords were probably unstoppable.

"But can they do the Loki Trap?" Stukov's one-eyed eye was fixed in the direction of the gap in the shield wall, the Loki trap was often used by the northern warriors by surprise, but it required the close cooperation of the warriors with each other, and the slightest mistake could be self-defeating, and the enemy would really break through the position.

"Whew, whew, whew, whew." The sound of rapid breathing came from Woolf, when he suggested to the White Knight, he originally thought that the White Knight would never agree, but he did not expect that he would become the actual person who commanded the battle, and at the same time he was moved in his heart, the pressure was also very great, because if he did not command properly, or the serfs could not do it, they would face the end of the total annihilation.

"Woolf, Woolf." At this moment, the White Knight shook his shoulder vigorously, as if to see Woolf's nervousness.

"Well, I'm fine, let's prepare!" Woolf quickly shook his head to keep himself awake, and he said to the White Knight.

"Understood, Berserkers, the others are ready." The White Knight nodded, and he said to Carlos beside him.

"Yes." Carlos also knew that the battle had entered a critical moment, and he gritted his teeth and strode to the rear, where a group of northern berserkers were gathering to await orders.

"When are we going to go?" The berserkers were furious, their muscles as good as those of oxen, their golden beards braided to their chests, their axes and swords in their hands, and they couldn't help but ask when they saw Carlos.

"The White Knights need you, fight, berserk warriors, children of the god of war." Carlos raised his right hand and shouted at them.

"Oh oh oh~~." The berserkers roared excitedly, raising their axes and swords in their hands.