I saw that the Grington militia regiment had a 5-meter-long wooden spear, the so-called wooden spear was made of hard Shanlaiying wood made of wooden fences, cut to a relatively convenient thickness, and the tip was sharpened and then roasted with fire.

"What is this, these hillbillies, with wooden spears?" The vassal soldiers armed with swords and spears looked at the Grynton militiamen who were not armed with any armor on their bodies, but only had a wooden spear in their hands, and couldn't help but feel sorry for their miserly lord.

"Poor fellows." The vassal soldiers shook their heads and sighed, lamenting the bad luck of the Glinton militia.

But the Glinton militia did not react, they walked in a neat step, under the command of the military protector Mickey, to the position of Baron Leopold's defensive position, the 5-meter-long wooden spear shook as the militia moved, and even collided with each other to make a sound.

"Stop." Mitch took a deep breath, although the training of the Greenton militia was extremely strict and frequent, but it was the first time he was on the battlefield, and it was inevitable that he would be nervous, he raised his hand and ordered loudly according to the training.

"Boom ~ Bang la la." At Mickey's order, the Grington militia stopped and raised their wooden spears upright, the end of which staggered to the ground, leaving the other soldiers around them dumbfounded.

"Your weapons are too long to kill or injure the enemy." After a moment of silence, a middle-aged, middle-aged spear-wielding soldier with two red beards on his lips and an experienced appearance said.

"That's right, you can't hit the enemy in battle." Another soldier with a knife nodded in agreement, since the Bronze Age, the formation on the battlefield was only a way for nobles to restrain their soldiers, and once the two sides fought on the battlefield, it was the soldiers' individual martial arts and combat skills.

Therefore, the short spear and sword are the standard equipment of warriors, this kind of slashing and stabbing flexible weapons, can kill and wound the enemy to protect themselves in the chaos of the battlefield. However, the Glinton militia did the opposite, the 5-meter spears they held were very heavy, and in the eyes of the other soldiers, before the Glinton militia could hit each other with their spears, they were afraid that they would have been stabbed with short swords.

"Baron Bruce, you~~." Baron Leopold frowned and glanced at the militiamen behind Bruce, who shook his head helplessly, but still held back from speaking.

"What's the matter with the Baron?" Bruce smiled slightly, he pulled the reins of the horse with his hand, and the war horse under his crotch snorted uneasily.

"No, it's nothing, let your men follow behind my soldiers." Baron Leopold was a little annoyed by his own self-indulgence, he felt that he was too emotional, and in order to repay Edward for his shame, he took special care of Baron Bruce, but now it seems that he is simply carrying a burden.

"Woo woo ~ ~~." A dull trumpet sounded, and the Duke of Bemessi gave the order to attack, and suddenly the vassals drew their swords, and Kang Chang's weapons were unsheathed one after another.

"Infantry advances." Duke Bemessi turned to the herald beside him.

"Infantry advance ~~, infantry advance ~~." The herald slammed his mount under his crotch with his legs, and the mount neighed and carried him to run in front of the formation, and the herald shouted loudly as he ran.

"Infantry advances." Baron Leopold nodded, he reached out and pressed his helmet with the hand holding his sword, the spur in his heel kicked the horse's belly, and the horse slowly moved forward, and at this time the Duke of Bemessi's army was lined up, like waves towards the opposite side.

"Let's keep up." Bruce's men had no cavalry, and the Greenton militia stepped on Mickey's command, leaning their 5-meter wooden spear on their shoulders and moving slowly with broken steps.

"One-two, one-two, one-two~~." Blacksmith Mickey shouted a strange command, he stood at the left end of the line, keeping his eyes on the lineup as he went, and stopped to rectify the formation as soon as it was a little chaotic, so Bruce's army seemed to move very slowly.

"Damn, can't you go faster?" The Grington militia marched to the displeasure of the others, and some of the vassal soldiers walked around them with swearing, carrying spears and shields, and walked in the middle of the line, the dense crowd like a flock of ducks.

The vassals and soldiers made a roaring sound as if a herd of bison were stepping on the ground like a frenzy, the rebels on the opposite side of the hillside were nervous, the serf soldiers in the first column were holding pitchforks, some of them were nervous and breathing poorly, and those who had combat experience involuntarily jumped in place, moving their bodies to prepare for the fierce battle.

"Woo~~." Just as the vassals and soldiers walked side by side to a distance of less than a hundred meters from the rebels, a horn sounded, making them all look at the other side involuntarily, because the long horn sound came from the rebels.

"Wow~~." A huge white tower flag fluttered above the rebels' heads, and then a white horse appeared in front of the battle, on horseback sat a knight in white armor, a white cloak covering the hind of the mount, the white horse paced gracefully, as if not on the battlefield, but in the square as leisurely as a parade.

"Huh?" The vassal soldiers were stunned when they saw the noble white knight figure at first glance, and the pace of their advance involuntarily slowed down, and the formation became messy.

"What's going on, what's going on?" Baron Leopold, on his horse, found himself in disarray, angrily whipped the soldiers who had stopped their advances.

"Look, Baron." At this time, the retainers beside Baron Leopold pointed ahead and shouted in surprise.

"Oh?" Baron Leopold looked at the white knight not far in front of him in surprise, and he forgot to drop his whip.

At this time, Bruce, who followed the Glinton militia regiment to stop and go, also noticed the abnormal behavior of the vassal infantry in front, he frowned and looked over, the nobles had a much better view on their horses than the infantry, and soon Bruce also spotted the figure of the white knight.

"How did you appear here, is it a fierce general who takes the lead?" Bruce put his hand above his eyes and set up a pergola to see that the White Knight, as the leader, actually appeared on the front line of the battle, which was indeed very unusual, considering that at this time, the Duke of Bemessi was fighting three hundred meters behind them.