The moment the city gate opened, the young nobleman kicked the mount's belly with the spur of his heel, and the horse jumped forward in pain, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the cavalry rushed out of the city gate after the young nobleman.

"What's going on?" Outside the castle, Sir Wallace and the soldiers of Byron the Younger were planting stakes in the trench when they heard a commotion and looked up from the trench.

"It's cavalry." One of the levies panicked at the sight of the cavalry rushing down the hillside, they were not elite sergeants, nor Grünton's spearmen, they were nothing more than a group of serfs in the fields.

"For the sake of honor." The young nobleman, wearing an iron nose helmet and leather armor, and a red cloak fluttering behind him represented his noble status, and he raised his sword and shouted loudly as he condescendingly rushed to the trench.

"Ah~." The conscripts didn't expect Jeffrey to dare to risk sending cavalry to raid, they were completely unprepared, and at this time they didn't even have weapons by their side, only some digging tools.

"Gray Law~~." The neighing of horses also added panic to the levies, ordinary infantry were naturally afraid of cavalry, and there were nobles and elite troops on the battlefield to barely resist the onslaught of cavalry, but even then levies were often only used as cannon fodder by commanders.

Bruce and the nobles were in the tent studying how to conquer the castle, when suddenly they heard a commotion outside, and several people looked at each other in surprise, Bruce hurriedly walked to the door, only to see that the direction of the besieging trench was in chaos.

"It's a raid." Sir Wallace was the first to react, and he watched as his soldiers were chased around like a flock.

"How many are there?" Little Byron asked nervously.

"Eve." Bruce looked left and right, and he shouted loudly.

"Bruce, you call me." At this time, Eve emerged from the nearby woods, she did not like to stay in the camp full of the smell of men, so she found a hidden place in the woods next to the camp.

"Let's see what's going on?" Bruce frowned and said to Eve, only a naturally agile hunter like Eve could complete the task in this chaotic scene.

"Did Jeffrey's whole army assault?" Little Byron heard the commotion everywhere, and he couldn't tell how many enemies there were, as if there were enemies on all sides.

"Don't worry, I'm guarding the main camp." Bruce turned his head to Byron Jr. and with a wave of his hand, a group of crossbow-wielding soldiers immediately appeared behind the wooden fence of the camp, and the spearmen and pestle men also lined up in front of the main camp, and if the chaotic soldiers came to charge, the spearmen would unceremoniously wave their spears and pestles to strike.

"Lord Baron, it should be a small group of cavalry." Sir Wayne walked in from outside the camp, followed by the shield-wielding sergeants of Locke Manor, who immediately led the sergeants to check on the chaos in front of him.

"Dare to send cavalry, it seems that Jeffrey still has illusions." Bruce sneered, he deliberately said with such contempt, otherwise this surprise attack would shake the morale of the vassals.

"Is it just a small squad of cavalry?" Little Byron craned his neck and asked Sir Wayne.

"That's right, I've probably counted it, and it shouldn't be more than ten cavalrymen." Sir Wayne was not angry, he did not care about Byron Jr.'s doubts.

"It's a cavalryman, not a knight?" Sir Wallace pressed the hilt of his sword in his hand and asked Sir Wayne curiously.

"Absolutely not, it should be light cavalry." Sir Wayne shook his head, the knights were definitely much better equipped than these cavalrymen, but their surprise attack caught the unprepared vassal army by surprise.

At this time, Jeffrey's young nobleman was slashing the levies around him, his armor was stained purple with blood, he wiped his cheeks with his bloodstained hands, his eyes looked around the camp, and suddenly he saw the place where the flag of the Locke family was raised.

"Cavalrymen, cavalrymen, gather around me." The young nobleman shouted loudly, he was calling his companions, and the cavalry scattered in all directions heard the call and hurried to his side.

"Follow me to kill the Baron." The young nobleman clenched his sword in his hand, he slammed his heel on the belly of the horse and ran straight towards the main camp, the cavalry slaughtered all sides under his command, and the morale was already very high at this time, they clenched their spears in their hands and lined up in a wedge formation, with the young nobleman leading the charge to the place where Bruce was.

"Lord Baron, they're rushing." Hearing the hooves of horses, and seeing the wedge-shaped cavalry that had cut through the crowd, Sir Wayne drew his sword and stood in front of Bruce.

"What are you doing in a daze, let the spearmen stop them." Sir Wallace didn't expect Jeffrey to send such a death-defying cavalry, and he hurriedly yelled at his retainers beside him.

There were also more than twenty spearmen in the main camp, and they hurriedly lined up to meet the onrushing cavalry under the call of Sir Wallace, these spearmen were the most experienced soldiers in Sir Wallace's territory, and they were also the trump cards that Sir Wallace kept by his side.

"Archers." Little Byron was not far behind Sir Wallace, and he hurriedly summoned his elite soldiers, a team of archers, who should be able to shoot down the cavalry on horseback with bows and arrows.

"Kill!" The young nobleman led the cavalry and quickly rushed to the outside of the main camp, but they were stopped by wooden fences and horse rejections, forcing the young nobleman to turn his horse's head and turn in place, and he looked anxiously at the main camp that he could reach.

"My lord, let's come." Three horsemen jumped from their horses, and with all their strength they plucked forward, lifting the heavy horses aside to clear the way for the young nobleman.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~." Suddenly, arrows rained down from the main camp into the sky, and then fell on the cavalry.

"Poof, ah~~." Arrows fell on them, and several horsemen were shot off their horses, but instead of flinching, they raised their pointed shields to resist.

"Quick." The young nobleman shouted loudly, with tears in his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was caused by the spicy sweat or because he was moved, because the cavalrymen who had taken the initiative to clear the obstacles for him had arrows stuck in their bodies, but they pushed away the horses with their last breath.

Bruce stood in front of the tent and looked at these desperately attacking cavalrymen, and suddenly he understood a little why Cao Aman would let Zhao Zilong enter and exit seven times, this young nobleman actually completely put life and death out of the way, and led a small number of cavalry to attack several times the enemy, this courage is enough to make people admire.

"Let the archers and crossbowmen shoot the horses." Bruce commanded his soldiers.

"Shoot a horse?" Little Byron looked at Bruce in surprise, he couldn't understand why he could kill this group of raiders so quickly, why he just shot their horses.

But Bruce's order was resolutely carried out, and the arrows were fired at the horses under the crotches of the cavalry, and suddenly in front of the camp there was a wail and neighing sound of the horses, and the young nobles and cavalrymen fell off their horses.

"Despicable guy." The young nobleman fell off his horse, and he looked at his closest companion with several arrows and crossbows stuck in his body, his mouth and nose covered with blood foam, and a pair of eyes staring at him with only breath coming out and no breath coming in.

"Poof." The young nobleman ignored the pain in his body, and he stabbed his horse with the sword in his hand to end its pain, and then turned his hateful gaze on Bruce in the camp.

"For glory~." The young nobleman shouted, and he limped to the main camp, followed by the cavalry who were still able to move.

"Spearmen, prepare for battle." In the camp, the sergeant of the spearmen shouted an order, and immediately the spearmen formed a battle formation, clenching their weapons and watching the rushing enemy.

The two groups quickly fought together through the wooden fence, and the cavalrymen poked their spears through the holes in the wooden fence, and the spearmen and pestles brandished their spears and pestles to shoot down the tips of their spears, and the impatient cavalry climbed up to climb over them, but soon arrows flew over and shot him down.