Bruce turned away with Ken and the noble cavalry, he didn't want his elite cavalry to be lost here, and when Ken rode away, he reached out and dragged a fallen nobleman onto the horse, and then galloped away.

"What the hell is going on?" Nasser looked at the archers who were rushing towards him, and he looked at Haradin with some suspicion, and Haradin was a little pale, he had almost lost his friend just now.

When the archers saw the backs of Bruce and the others, they lowered their bows and came to Nasser and Haradin, and some of them reached out and pulled Nasser.

"Who are you?" Nasser slapped his opponent's hand away in disgust, and he stood up, completely distrustful of these infidels.

"They're my people." Zach was now wearing a red coat, holding a silver wine glass in his right hand, and a smile on his face.

"Your people, your people are shooting stones at us." Nasser saw Zach's anger immediately surge, and he stepped forward angrily and grabbed Nasser by the collar.

"Let go of the lord." At this time, the archers on both sides immediately opened their bowstrings and aimed their arrows at the heads of Nasser and the others, and if they made any more rash moves, they would be shot to death.

"Don't worry." Lord Zack was still grinning, and he didn't seem to be worried that Nasser would kill him, so he ordered the archers to let their guard down.

"Give me an explanation, or I'll crush your throat before they shoot an arrow." Nasser had a murderous face, his eyes were bloodshot, and the back of his hand was bruised.

"I don't know about it, my men did it privately, and lo and behold, I've got his head up." Zach said to Nasser, then turned his face to the archers, one of whom was an archer wearing a kingfisher feather hat, reaching out and grabbing a head from his backpack with a leather bag, the head of the bald soldier who had fled, his eyes white as those of a dead fish.

"Huh?" Nasser was stunned when he saw his head, he didn't expect Zach to push everything on the bald soldier, and he hesitated and couldn't help relaxing.

"Bring the stuff up." Zach seemed to have anticipated Nasser's reaction, and he went on to speak to the archers.

"Something?" Nasser and Haradin were puzzled when two archers walked up to them and threw the heavy leather on their backs at their feet.

"Whoa." There was a crisp sound of metal colliding as the leather was dropped to the ground, and several silver coins fell out of their pockets.

"Wow~~." Nasser and Haradin didn't have time to speak, but the Amar mercenary beside them exclaimed, it was two bags full of silver coins.

"I know you've fought hard, and these are rewards for the dead and other soldiers." Zach gestured to the skin, and he said to Nasser and Haradin.

"Can these silver coins buy the lives of our soldiers?" Haradin angrily pointed to the skin bag and pointed at Zack.

"Aren't you mercenaries?" Zach said nonchalantly.

Zack's words made Nasser and Haradin speechless for a while, yes, they are mercenaries, they are supposed to be desperate, even if they die on the battlefield, they should have no complaints.

Eventually, Zach appeased the anger of the Amar mercenaries with a human head and two bags of silver coins, and the battle between the two sides was nearing its end, and when the sky darkened, the two sides retreated to their respective camps.

"Master Zack, your mother asked us to help you, but these two bags of money are too much to spent." In Zack's lord's house, an archer wearing a kingfisher's feather hunter's hat, with two moaches under his lips, said to Zack.

"Don't worry, it's just two bags of money, my mother has it." Zach disagreed, these archers were his mother's personal guards and his mother's dowry, and loyalty was absolutely no problem.

"Understood." The bearded archers closed their mouths helplessly, who made this troublesome Zack lord the son of their mistress.

At this time, in Ignath's manor, people lit bonfires and drank bitterly, the battle was fierce during the day, many people hung up their colors, the survivors vented their fears by boasting and drinking, Bruce and Stukov strolled among the soldiers, and when they saw Bruce clearly, they all erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

"Lord Baron."

"Oh, it's the Baron."

"Boys, you played so well today." Bruce smiled and reached out one by one, patting the white linen bandages on their bodies and encouraging them.

"Lord Baron, it's a good thing you came just in time, otherwise we would have died among the enemy." Stukov limped along, reeling from the fierce battle of the day, and if it weren't for the timely appearance of Bruce and the noble cavalry, they would have been stabbed into skewers by the spears of the Armals.

"It was my mistake, I didn't expect the other party to hire such a combat-ready mercenary force." Bruce comforted Stukov.

"Something has happened, Lord Baron." Suddenly, Ken strode up to Bruce, and he whispered to Bruce with a frown.

"What's wrong?" Bruce was a little surprised and hurriedly asked.

"When we retreated from the hillside, this was the arrow that our men carried, please take a look!" Ken picked up an arrow and said to Bruce.

"Arrows?" Bruce picked up the arrow and carefully sorted it over the campfire, not thinking there was anything wrong with it.

"Wait, let me see." But Stukov, who was beside him, also changed his face, he took the arrow from Bruce's hand, and put it under the flames to look at it.

This arrow is completely different from the arrows used by the archers in the Empire, which have a round and flat top, but this arrow is sharp and sharp, with a slight trace of shallow blood grooves at the tip.

"Could this be the arrows of the Amar mercenaries?" Bruce remembered that it seemed that the Amar mercenaries also had archers, and their compound bows were quite powerful.

"No, the arrows of the Ammar are similar to ours, and this arrow is not the one of the Kates." Stukov gasped and said to Bruce.

"Kate?" Bruce blinked in surprise, he didn't expect that the archers who suddenly appeared were actually from Kate, and it was said that they had the strongest archers in the entire continent.

"Kate Yew archers, could it be them?" Stukov said in surprise.