The Amar people were divided into two attacking parts, and the spearhead was directed at the flank of the Bruce formation, and this group of fierce warriors from the desert roared and raised their scimitars to slash at the soldiers of Bruce, and suddenly the sound of fighting and weapons clashing came from the battlefield.

"Here we go." A smile appeared on Lord Zack's face, his eyes were fixed on the battlefield, the place where the flesh and blood were flying, as if there was infinite magic to attract him, the rust taste of blood was simply sweeter than any sweet wine, but unfortunately this battlefield was too small.

"Here we go." The same phrase came from Bruce's lips, and he saw the infantry fighting each other, and said to Ken beside him.

"Yes, Lord Baron, how should we act, we might as well go straight into the enemy's position!" Ken nodded, and he pointed to the place where Lord Zach had put up his banner and suggested to Bruce.

No matter what era or that battle, as long as the commander of the opposing party is killed, no matter how large the army is, it will be crushed without a fight, Ken's advice can be said to be very practical, but Bruce shook his head.

"What does this mean, Lord Baron? Now that there are only a few archers left on Lord Zack's side, we can definitely win. Ken said unconvinced.

"Hey, no, I had something else in mind, so I didn't think I could attack Lord Zack rash." Bruce laughed, and Kate's archers reminded him of a famous battle in the Middle Ages, a battle in which the archers defeated the knights.

"What comes to mind, what time do you have to think about it now?" Ken muttered, but he stayed by Bruce's side faithfully.

"Let's watch the battle first, the other side has no cavalry and can't pose a threat to us." Bruce leaned down slightly, put his hands on the saddle, and he said as he looked at the battlefield.

"Spectating?" Ken was taken aback, but he didn't expect Bruce to bring the noble cavalry here to watch the battle.

"Yes." Bruce nodded, in fact, even if they didn't do anything, they could still play a role in diverting the Amar mercenaries, and sure enough, the Amar mercenaries divided a part of the army and faced them all the time.

Haradin stood in the middle of the soldiers, his hands on the shoulders of the two soldiers, his feet on the knees of the soldiers' lunges, standing on a high place, looking forward at the position of the noble cavalry, Bruce's dry word dragon banner was very obvious.

"Lord Haradin, why didn't these cavalrymen attack?" The soldier holding Haradin asked curiously.

"They wait for their chance, like wolves in the desert." Haradin jumped down from the soldiers, patting the questioning warrior and said.

"What?"

"Haven't you met a jackal?" Haradin asked curiously.

"No, I'm from the Bay of Sardine." The soldier scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, Sardin Bay is a famous port town in the Kingdom of Armar, rich and safe.

"Then you are really lucky, jackals are the most cunning of these things, once they are on top of the traveler in the desert, they will wait patiently for the traveler to lose water and food, and they will attack, and only launch one attack, biting the vital point fiercely, without mercy." Haradin said to the soldier.

"What a terrible beast." The soldier couldn't help but say.

"That's right, so keep an eye on them." Haradin led the attack on the right, and of course compared to Bruce's soldiers, it was his own left side that was attacked.

"Mamluk, Haradin actually put Mamluk by his side?" Nasser took the moment to glance at the direction of Haradin's attack, and he saw that Haradin had kept the most elite Mamluk hoplites still.

"Isn't it Lord Haradin, what's the plan?"

"Leave him alone, let's break through the enemy's right side first, Mamluk is the vanguard, kill." Nasser didn't bother to think about Haradin's plan, he drew his scimitar and threw all the elite into it in one fell swoop.

"Roar, roar, roar." The Mamluks were dressed in the heavy iron armor of the Ammar, holding a small round shield in one hand and a scimitar in the other, and the blades of the iron armor rattled with the sound of the blades on their bodies.

"Kill." When Ignas armed the servants and stabbed the Mamluks with their spears, but the spear tip stabbed the iron armor to no effect, but was hacked to death by the sword-wielding Mamluk, and the more ferocious Mamluk directly cut off the spear that stretched out.

"Wow, we're not opponents at all." The armed servants of the manor had seen such a ferocious enemy, and they were at most the starting point of the village fight, and they panicked when their familiar companions, their throats were slit, the blood and throats were pulled out by Mamluk, and the slippery, bloody human organs were presented in front of them. 、

"Hahaha, these idiots." Mamluk strode into the crowd, like a flock of tigers breaking into a flock of sheep, tall in stature, hideous armor, and iron chain masks fluttering, stains of blood spilled on them.

"No, it can't be stopped, how can these light infantry stop the heavy armored swordsmen?" Ignas looked ahead in alarm, his armed servants retreating, and the neat formation was dented by the enemy's attack.

"What about the Grintons, why didn't the Grintons come to our rescue?" The armed servants shouted in panic, and they couldn't help but wonder when they saw that the Glinton pikemen in the center were not attacked in the slightest.

"Master, is it that Lord Zack and the Baron have colluded, and have we been betrayed?" Ignath's butler asked him with a pale face.

"Impossible, Lord Baron personally came to the rescue, how could he betray us?" Ignas shook his head in disbelief.

"But my lord, when I was passing through the vineyard at night these days, I found Madame having a tryst with the baron's retainers." The housekeeper said in a huttering voice.

"What?" Ignas listened like a thunderbolt, because of the war, he had been with the soldiers, and did not know the movements of his wife, at this time the butler on the battlefield suddenly told him the news, so that he could not accept it for a while, even though there was a noisy battle around him, the bloody corpses of the soldiers fell at their feet, and suddenly stood there.

"What are you doing?" I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a hand pushed Ignas aside, tripped over the corpse under his feet, and Ignas fell to the ground.

"Sir." The housekeeper of the manor hurriedly stepped forward to help Ignas, and a nimble figure passed over them, bending his bow and shooting arrows as he walked.

"Whoosh, poof, ah." The arrow was so sharp that it stabbed one of the Mamluk warriors in the left eye, and the other man grabbed the trembling arrow with a terrible howl and fell to his knees, blood dripping from his chin to the ground.