When Bruce saw the carriages rushing out of the woods, he couldn't help blurting out that these chariots were extremely rudimentary, compared to the famous Egyptian chariots and the Khate chariots, they were just two horses pulling a cart galloping, but if they ignored their terrible lethality, they would have suffered enough.

"Watch out for the chariot." The chariot was also spotted by Stukov and others, he shouted.

In fact, there was no need for Bruce and the others to shout, and the others also found the chariot rushing out of the forest, the blades spinning at high speed on the wheels made a terrifying swishing sound, and the flat terrain made the chariot even more unimpeded.

"Back off, back off." The vassals who were commanding the battle also spotted the chariot and shouted that they wanted to withdraw their soldiers from the shield wall, but the chariot was too fast.

"Drive, drive~~." The serfs on the chariots were selected from among those who were skilled in driving carriages, and on each carriage was a northern warrior wearing an iron helmet and armed with spears and battle axes.

"Whoosh~~." When the chariot rushed into the middle of the vassal soldiers from the side, the blades on the wheels spun at high speed immediately set off a bloody storm, looking at the rushing carriage, the frightened vassal soldiers hurriedly dodged to the sides, but the blades on the wheels would cut off the soldiers' calves.

"Ah~~." Holding on to the severed limbs that had lost his calves and soles, the vassal soldier rolled on the ground with a wail, but another wagon coldly crushed him in the dirt, and the jolting chariot immediately drove to the next battlefield, where it brought fear and death to the vassal soldiers on the battlefield.

"Assemble and don't run around." Among the vassals were also nobles with rich combat experience, and they knew that they must not be scattered in front of the chariot, and only by gathering together, relying on the close unity of the rocks, could it be possible to stop the speeding chariots.

"Drive, drive~~." However, the chariots of the rebels galloped across the battlefield, and after going around a large circle, they pounced in the direction of the shield wall, and the vassal soldiers who had been crowded in front of the shield wall did not expect to be attacked behind them, and their companions who were originally in the rear were separated by the attack of the chariots.

"Take advantage of the present time and fight back." Woolf looked at the panicked vassal army, he immediately gave the last signal, and with a loud roar rushed out of the shield wall first, he roared like a lion breaking into the flock, the battle axe waved among the vassal soldiers, and at this time the serfs also let out a cry, they all threw away their shields, and picked up the swords and spears left by the vassal soldiers on the ground.

"Assemble, soldiers." The vassals and nobles panicked, they were overwhelmed by the sudden arrival of chariots, the soldiers were divided and disorganized, and the rebel counterattack at this time was likely to lead to a rout on all fronts.

The battlefield was filled with the howls of the vassals' soldiers, who were in a state of disarray as they dealt with the rebels' general counterattack and the speeding chariots, who were better trained and equipped than the serfs.

"Lord Duke, you must gather the knights and defeat their chariots." Sir Hilton watched the situation on the battlefield gradually deteriorate, and he immediately said to the Duke of Bemessey.

"Okay, but who can lead the team?" Duke Bemessi panicked in his heart, thinking that this was a battle that could be captured by hand, but he didn't expect the rebels to make a lot of clever moves, making the duke's army very passive.

"I'll go." Sir Hilton knew that he could only go into battle himself at this time, so he bowed slightly to the Duke, snatched the flag from the flag-bearer beside the Duke, and galloped forward, and several of Sir Hilton's horseback guards also hurriedly followed.

The chariot was invincible throughout the battlefield, and the infantry were no match for this terrible weapon, even if a few brave soldiers tried to attack the chariot with their spears, but the northern warrior on the chariot immediately picked up a javelin and threw it, the javelin pierced the infantryman's body and pinned him to the ground.

"Kill~~." The warriors of the north shouted heartily, these warriors who were born to love to fight, eager to kill as many enemies as possible, in order to show their bravery, in the hope of gaining the favor of the god of war, so that they could be summoned by Valkyrie on their deathbed.

At this moment, among the chaotic vassal soldiers, the northern warriors saw a different army, they were holding wooden spears and did not move, and if a rout wanted to approach them, they would run out of this army with a large stick of warriors, and beat them to the point of fleeing to other places.

"There, rush over." The northern warrior immediately patted the shoulder of the chariot serf, and he said to the serf.

"Yes, drive, drive~~." The serf did not dare to disobey the orders of the northern warriors, and he immediately tightened the reins and steered his horse towards the only army that was still gathered.

"Bruce, the chariot is coming towards us." Danny Splitter watched a chariot rush towards them and immediately said to Bruce.

"What should we do?" At this time, Baron Leopold's face was also a little pale, he looked at the scattered vassals and soldiers who were washed by the chariot, and at this time the baron no longer mentioned the defeat of the rebels, and anyone could see that the balance of victory was probably no longer on their side.

"Don't panic, the Greenton militia turns." Bruce did not panic, he immediately ordered the Greenton militia to turn in the direction of the chariot, and the Glinton militia immediately turned in the direction of the chariot, although the team was a little messy, but finally completed the change of formation quickly.

"Phalanx defense." Mickey didn't need Bruce to speak, he also knew what to do at this time, raised his hand and commanded loudly.

"Roar~~." The Greenton militia let out a shout, the militia of the first row knelt down on one knee, the bottom of the wooden spear was stuck in the ground, and the militia of the back row put the wooden spear on the shoulders of the people in the front row, and suddenly appeared in front of the chariot in an open formation like a hedgehog.

"Ahhhhhh The serf driving the chariot suddenly saw that the Grington militia turned to them at a very fast speed, and his heart suddenly became nervous, looking at the 6 or 7 meters long dense wooden spear, he unconsciously tightened the reins of the horse, but the horse was not a war horse in the end, these horses were originally just used to pull goods were blindfolded, and instinctively only charged forward, and it was impossible to stop immediately during the high-speed run.

"Wow~~~, boom~~." The chariot slammed into the front of the Glinton militia, the horses were poked by the dense wooden spears and neighed, the wooden carts turned over, and the serfs and northern warriors on the chariots were smashed.

"Oh." Baron Leopold looked at the rushing chariot and almost closed his eyes nervously, but the next moment the chariot that crashed in front of the phalanx fell apart into parts, and the spearmen and pestle soldiers unceremoniously took their lives before the serfs and northern warriors could stand up.

"Poof~~." The sharp tip of the spear pestle pierced into the chest of the northern warrior, and the heart of the stinging grass man was stabbed countless times, making the spear and pestle soldiers hit the key point as soon as they snorted, and the northern warrior grabbed the tip of the spear and pestle, and blood gushed out of his chest.