Although the Glynton mercenaries did not have heavy armor, they had the tenacity and toughness of the Grintons, these Grintons threw away their weapons, jumped on the back of one of the Gmluks with a strange scream, and strangled Maluk's neck tightly with both hands.

"Uh-huh." The Mahluk tried to throw him down, but the Glynton mercenary hooked on the Mahluk like a monkey.

"Quick, overturn him." Ignath ordered loudly that five Glinton mercenaries and manor servants could entangle a Mamluk, but depending on the number of people, they were entangled with Mamluk.

"Ping-pong." Suddenly, Grinton who had jumped to Mamluk was thrown down, and most of the Glinton mercenaries were not wearing any armor, and they fell to the ground.

"Uh-huh." And the fierce Mamluk immediately raised his foot and stomped on the Glinton mercenary on the ground, and the weight plus Mamluk's armor immediately crushed the Glinton mercenary's internal organs.

"Poof." The Glinton mercenary spat out a mouthful of blood, which was also mixed with fragments of internal organs, and the blood sprayed onto Mamluk's armor.

"Damn." Looking at the Glinton mercenaries who were trampled to death, Ignas and the others were angry, but they were helpless in the face of this group of heavily armored Mamluks.

"Oooo Clenching the hilt of his sword with both hands, Ignath spread his legs and slashed at Mamluk with a high sword momentum.

Nasser and Haradin were also very anxious, and the Glintons' attack was very fierce, and the battle line continued to push and shove on their side, and the grass on the ground, which had been green, had been trampled out of the dirt at this time, and the grass had completely turned into mud.

"Left wing, quickly a few people go over and outflank." Haradin shouted hoarsely, wielding his scimitar and commanding as he fought.

"Boom." At that moment, a loud noise rang out from behind the Amar people, and everyone stopped fighting in astonishment, and looked up at the sky, only to see a black stone falling from the sky.

"Get out of the way." Haradin threw down his friend, and the stone slammed into the center of the battlefield at once, hitting two Amar mercenaries and a Glinton mercenary, and it seemed that he would not survive, and the stone bounced after hitting the three people, and hit the mount of a noble cavalry next to him, the war horse neighed and fell to the ground with a bleeding mouth and nose, and the noble cavalry on horseback screamed and fell off the horse.

The sound and movement of the stone made a large crater in the ground, and everyone hurried away from it as if there was a plague, and the sound and movement surprised Bruce, who looked up sharply and saw that on the hillside, a catapult was being loaded.

"These bastards." Bruce angrily reined in the panicked warhorse, but he didn't expect Zach to use a catapult to kill people on the battlefield indiscriminately.

"Whoosh." The moment Bruce reined in his horse, a javelin grazed his shoulder, and if he hadn't stopped, it would have shot him in the chest.

"Gray Law." I saw an Amal javelin cavalry on horseback with his face covered rushing towards Bruce.

"it." Frightened, Bruce blurted out, and he quickly kicked the horse's belly with his heel, and the horse neighed and ran on him.

The two horsemen chased one after the other, and the Amar Javelin Cavalry pulled a javelin from the leather pouch at his side as he chased and held it in his hand, his eyes staring ahead, Bruce's body almost attached to the horse's back, and the war horse carried him from side to side.

"Squeak." Bruce was not idle when he was on the run, he put the crossbow in his arms and secretly loaded the crossbow bolts.

"Lord Baron." Ken noticed Bruce's danger, and he hurriedly hurried forward, sword in hand.

"Whoosh." The Amar Javelinmen turned to spot Ken, his legs between his horse's belly, and he spun around with his upper body and threw the javelin.

"Ping-pong, oh." Ken was stabbed in the shoulder with a javelin and stopped, blood dripping from under his armor.

"Whoosh." Just as the Amar Javelinmen shot Ken, Bruce turned around, raised the crossbow in his hand, pulled the trigger, and the crossbow flew out.

"Poof." The moment the Javelin Cavalry turned his head, the crossbow bolt hit him in the left eye, and he let out a scream, and his body fell off his horse, but his left foot was hooked by the stirrup, and the body was dragged by his own mount and ran on the battlefield.

"Phew." Haradin lifted his head from the dirt, spat out the mud, and glanced at Nasser, who was pinned to the ground by himself, and luckily his friend was unharmed.

"Abominable bastard." Nasser also stood up in disarray, and he cursed as he shook off the dust from his body, and from the direction from which the catapult was launched, he could already tell what had happened.

"These damn infidels, even attacking us, but Nasser, calm down." Haradin knew his friend's fiery temper, and Lord Zach attacked the Amar mercenaries with catapults, and Nasser would definitely not let Lord Zach go.

"Launch." The bald soldier raised his hand and waved it hard, and the three Zack soldiers who controlled it raised their mallets and smashed them down, and the catapult made a muffled sound, and a stone was thrown into the air and flew to the battlefield, and all the people on the battlefield had no intention of fighting, and they all dodged in all directions.

"Bastard." Nasser turned his head and saw his warriors scurrying around like headless flies, and the battlefield was in chaos, and he immediately became anxious and angry, and ran in the direction of the catapult with his scimitar, and Haradin hurriedly followed with two warriors.

"Ken, take a few cavalrymen and follow me to deal with the catapults." Bruce also noticed the horror of the catapult, and he rode up to Ken and the others, and commanded him.

"Yes, Lord Baron." Ken replied in a hoarse voice, even though he was now tired and thirsty, covered in the blood of his enemies and himself, he still dutifully followed Bruce with the noble cavalry.

The horses' hooves trampled the ground and lifted the dirt, and the cavalry rounded the chaotic battlefield, strewn with lying corpses and weapons and shields, and ran straight toward the catapults on the hillside, while Nasser and Haradin rushed toward the hillside.

"Quick, master said hurry up, you trash." The bald soldier struck his men with his fists, ordering them to load the stones on the catapult as quickly as possible, and then twist the mechanism, this time with a head-sized gravel in the catapult's throwing spoon, which would have a greater range of damage.

"Hey, hey, hey." The men worked hard to twist the rope and reset the catapult's catapult's catapult arm, they knew the cruelty of Lord Zack, and no one who obeyed his orders would end well.

"Ready, ready." Satisfied, seeing that the catapult was ready, and the bald soldier raised his hand to wave downward, there was a loud shout from down the hillside.

"Stop." Nasser and Haradin hurried over, and when they saw that they were preparing to launch the catapult, they were furious, not to mention the corpse of the warrior who was responsible for guarding the catapult at the bottom of the mountain.

"Leave them alone, launch, launch." When the bald soldier saw Nasser and Haradin rushing up, he urged his men to fire immediately.

"Hey." The soldier in charge of firing the catapult raised his gavel and was about to smash it down to fire, but Haradin quickly snatched the javelin from the hand of his companion behind him.