The red-haired serf was indeed a spy sent by Woolf, and his mission was to lure the nobles' armies into a trap, but to his dismay, the Duke of Bemessy foolishly believed it.

The vassals led their armies to the White Knights' camp without any hindrance, a sight that surprised the Duke of Bemessy and Sir Hilton, who immediately stopped.

"Call the serf who led the way." Sir Hilton leaned down from his horse and said to his soldiers.

Soon, the red-haired serf who led the way came to Sir Hilton and the Duke of Bemessi, and he secretly sweated in his heart, if the Duke's army stopped in front of the camp, then all the work had been lost.

"Your Excellency." The red-haired serf thought as he came to the duke, and looked at the duke, who was surrounded by knights, and he said cautiously.

"Why aren't there any sentinels here?" Of course, the Duke of Bemessi would not deign to talk to the serfs, and Sir Hilton kicked his mount and stepped forward and asked curiously.

"Oh, that's it, Carlos was afraid that everyone would run away, so he locked everyone up in the camp." The red-haired serf hurriedly said.

"Really?" Hilton looked around in surprise, unable to see anything in the dark night, and the unusual silence made him mutter.

"Lord Duke, look, it looks like there's a fire." At this moment, a knight pointed to the village in front of him, only to see the light of the fire flickering, accompanied by the sound of human voices.

"Looks like that's the enemy's camp." The vassals were excited when they saw the fire, which showed that they were in the right direction, and before Sir Hilton could continue to interrogate, the nobles led their own armies to kill them.

The White Knight's camp seemed to be caught off guard by a sudden attack, and the sudden appearance of the vassal soldiers made the serfs panic, and several serfs were immediately cut down, and the smell of blood spread in the air.

"Kill~~." Fueled by the smell of blood, the vassals urged their soldiers to charge towards the village, some of them stumbling in the darkness.

The sound of weapons clashing and shouting came from afar, and the sound of the silent night was particularly obvious, and Bruce and the others also heard it in the tent, and Baron Leopold hurriedly walked out of the tent.

"Master Bruce." Baron Leopold looked back at Bruce, and he said with some anxiety.

"Well, it's almost time, let the soldiers gather us to come to the rescue." Bruce said to Stukov and the others.

The Glinton militia were quickly assembled, and this time half of them were carrying spears and shields collected from the battlefield, but even in a hurry, the ranks looked neat.

"Drive it~~." Bruce and Baron Leopold mounted their horses and led the Glinton militia out of the camp and headed straight to the White Knights' camp, where they heard the fighting getting louder and louder, but Baron Leopold felt that something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Lord Baron?" Bruce rode alongside Baron Leopold, and he heard the baron make a whoosh, so he asked curiously.

"It's strange that it's only in the village." Baron Leopold found it strange that the rebels who were attacked should have panicked, and the rebels, with serfs as the backbone, would definitely scatter and flee, and not everyone would stay in the village, but according to the sound of the battle, it was the center of the village that was the most intense.

"I'm afraid it's not a sneak attack, it's a fish in a net! It's just the dukes and vassals who are caught in the net. Bruce sighed, the aristocrats' intrusion had finally led everyone into the pit, but he thought to himself that it would be fine.

"Then let's go and save the Duke!" Baron Leopold hurriedly said that the Duke of Bemessi was his own vassal after all, and it was the duty of the vassal to protect the vassal after all.

"Wait a minute, if we rush over now, I'm afraid we won't save the Duke, but we will also fall into it." Bruce reckoned that the rebels should have brought the Duke into the village and surrounded them from the outside, and if they rushed in now and couldn't open a breach, they would be attacked themselves.

"But you can't see that the Duke is in danger, so you can't do anything, right?" Baron Leopold said angrily.

"Don't worry, of course I have a way." Bruce was not annoyed when he saw that Baron Leopold was angry, and he looked to the side of the village, where the moon was peeking out from behind the clouds, and the ground was not too dark.

Bruce pointed his hand to a mound outside the village and ordered the Grington militia to attack there, and Baron Leopold, though puzzled, could only follow the crowd to attack.

At this time, the Duke of Bemessi was regretting that he was in a house in the village, and although the nobles and soldiers protected it, he still felt unsafe.

When the duke and vassals killed some serfs outside the village, and then rushed into the village, they found that there were many straw men inside, and there was no half of a human figure at all, let alone the white knight himself.

"Oh no, we're not fooled." Sir Hilton said in shock after cutting over a scarecrow.

"Whoosh~~." Before he could finish speaking, there was a whooshing sound breaking through the air, and everyone who was experienced in battle immediately understood that it was someone who was firing arrows, and that arrows were falling above their heads.

"Defense, defense, protection of Lord Duke." Duke Bemessi's guards raised their shields in panic, and arrows rained down, and to make matters worse, the cunning rebels used black arrows.

The so-called black arrows are painted black so that they are impossible to distinguish when released at night, and with the release of the arrows, the soldiers of the village fall like slices of wheat.

"Quick, Lord Duke." When Sir Hilton saw a house, he quickly drew the panicked Duke of Bemessey to the house, and some of the soldiers took refuge in the villagers' huts, but they soon regretted it.

"Brush, brush~~." I saw a burst of fire falling from the sky like a meteor, and this time the rebels actually used fire arrows, which fell on the thatched roof, and immediately set the thatched house on fire, and the vassals' soldiers slapped the flames on their bodies and rushed out with a miserable howl.

However, the house where the duke and the nobles hid was made of stone, so the fire bolts fell on it, and Sir Hilton hurriedly told the soldiers to step on the flames, but at this time the vassal's soldiers could not bear it anymore, and they decided to escape from this death trap.

"Kill~~." However, when the vassal soldiers tried to rush out of the village, they found that all the intersections were blocked by the rebels, and these serf soldiers were densely crowded at the intersections, holding spears and pitchforks in their hands.

"Valkyrie~~." What's more, there are also northern berserkers at every intersection, these terrifying northern warriors, as if possessed by demons in the night, their eyes are red, they hold battle axes and war hammers, they are extremely terrible in the light of the ignited fire, howling and splitting the vassal soldiers in half with their battle axes.

"The Lord God is above, I must be having a nightmare." The Duke of Bemessi lay pale at the window, panicked like a fawn, muttering to himself.

"Lord Cheer up, I'll fight to get you out." Sir Hilton's face was full of smoke and dust, and he held his sword in both hands and said to the Duke of Bemessey, at this time he was actually not sure that he would be able to get out alive, but he could only encourage the Duke as much as possible.

"Lord Hilton, we're completely surrounded." The vassals could only draw their swords and fight in person at this time, and they said to Sir Hilton in horror.

"Hold on, we'll find another chance to escape at dawn." Sir Hilton's heart was sad that a powerful coalition of nobles had been forced into such a desperate situation.

"But the other party has been setting fire to the arrows, I'm afraid we won't have a chance to wait until daylight." The nobles saw the fire arrows released from time to time, and these hateful rebels blocked them in the village, constantly shooting with bows and arrows, without aiming at all, and the crowded vassal soldiers were completely live targets, and what was even more tragic was that the vassal soldiers trampled on each other because of panic, which led to increased casualties.

"Order the soldiers to hide under the corpses." Sir Hilton exclaimed, and the nobles had heard that it was a good idea.

Bruce and Baron Leopold led the Grinton militia slowly approaching the hill, and when they were about to approach, they heard a snapping of bowstrings, and Bruce immediately raised his hand to stop everyone, and jumped off the horse himself.

"Got archers?" Baron Leopold also had a smile on his face, and Bruce was sure that the hills really had enemies.

"Well, I'm afraid this is not only the place where there are archers, maybe it's also where the enemy leader is." Bruce couldn't help but lick his lips at this time, he secretly rejoiced that he had more than a thousand years of knowledge.

On the hill the White Knight and Carlos were watching the village, flanked by fifteen hired archers, who were almost the elite of the White Knights, and the sailors of Jevago from the southern seas were born archers.

"Ready, launch~~." The sailors of Gewago shouted in a southern language that only they understood, but every arrow was accurately fired.

"Your Highness, I didn't expect Woolf to actually do it." Carlos looked at the burning village and said to the White Knight.

"He's a good warrior, a good general." The White Knight said approvingly.

"I'm right." At this time, a crisp girl's voice sounded, and I saw the girl Aishana with a smug smile on her face.

"This is not the place for you to come, hurry up and stay with the others." Carlos saw the girl Aishana and said to her with some displeasure.

"Rest assured, the enemy has been locked up in the village, and there is no danger." The girl Aishana didn't care about Carlos, she said proudly.

"It's okay, just let her stay here!" The White Knight said to Carlos that he had a crush on this young girl who had no fear of the nobility, and that looking at her reminded him of his sister.

"Hmph, Your Highness, you are too indulgent to these lowly people." Carlos snorted coldly and said, as a nobleman, he doesn't like people with low status to touch him.

"Old stubborn." The girl Aishana stuck out her tongue, she suddenly frowned, from here she can see the entire village at a glance, and the arrows mercilessly shoot the vassal soldiers, the girl suddenly felt a little unbearable, the same is why human beings want to fight each other.

"If you feel unwell, go down!" The white knight said to the girl.

Aishana covered her mouth, she had a feeling of wanting to vomit, so she quickly turned her head and walked down the hill, this hill is not really high, but because it is surrounded by plains, it seems very abrupt.

"Whew." Aishana had just left the White Knight and the others and was walking towards the hill when suddenly, she collided head-on with a tall woman with a bow and arrows on her back.

"Don't scream." It was the huntress Eve who captured Aishana, who had been the scout forward of the Greenton militia to explore the hills, but she didn't expect to run into Aishana.

"Woo woo ~ ~." Aishana stared at Eve struggling, and she snapped her teeth into Eve's jaw, and Eve let go of her in pain.

"Help~~." Aishana screamed, but it quickly stopped abruptly.

Aishana's cry for help alerted the White Knight and the others, and they quickly drew their swords at their waists, and when Carlos looked down the hill behind him, he was immediately surprised to see that a force under the hill was already preparing to attack.

"Oh no, how can there still be the Duke's army." Carlos was taken aback, he didn't expect that there would be a fish that slipped through the net, and he found it here.

"Carlos is ready to fight, archers~~." The White Knight with his sword in hand, he told the Jevago archers to withdraw to his side, ready to shoot condescendingly to stop the Glinton militia.

"Greenton militia attack." Bruce also noticed the movement on the hill at this time, and he immediately pointed his sword at the hill and commanded loudly.

"Roar~~." The Grington militia attacked the hill, arrows falling from the hill, and Shield Splitter Danny took the lead with his shield in hand, and the arrows rang aggressively on the shield.

Bruce held his sword and looked at the hill, a white figure made his heart sink, sure enough, the white knight was entrenched here to command the battle, as long as he caught him, the duke could be saved, and he could also make a contribution.

"Whoosh~~, poof~~." Just as the White Knight was directing the archers of Jevago to shoot, an arrow hit him in the left arm, and the arrow actually pierced his armour, and blood flowed down his armor.

"Your Highness, you are injured." Carlos nervously stepped forward to protect the White Knight, and he quickly ripped off his cloak and wrapped it around the White Knight's arm.