Stukov and the others saw the soldiers surrounding Edward, and they did not intend to come forward to help, but sighed for these soldiers who had chosen the wrong opponent.

"It's really bad luck to find that guy." Stukov shook his head, since he had seen Edward's sword in the barracks training ground once, he had already understood that this blood-fainting swordsman might actually be the most terrifying man in Grinton.

Edward felt the wind flow through his fingertips, and the cells in his body were immersed in the joy of battle, and blindfolding his eyes not only prevented him from fainting from the cut blood, but also made his facial features sensitive except for his eyes.

"Kill this blind man." Jeffrey's soldiers surrounded Edward and pointed their spears at him, and they decided to kill him.

"Ah~~." A spearman held his shield in front of him, then slammed his feet at Edward, intending to knock him down with his shield and then stab him to death with his spear.

The spearman with the shield rushed over, Edward grasped the sword, heard the footsteps of the opponent, judged the distance, and slammed the sword in his hand.

Jeffrey, who had been watching the battlefield across the river, spotted the Glinton soldiers who had taken the initiative, so he immediately urged the other soldiers to cross the earthen bridge over the river in order to annihilate the small group of Glinton soldiers who took the initiative to attack.

"They took the initiative to attack, which shows that our strategy is correct, and pulling out the opponent's arrow towers one by one makes them panic." Jeffrey licked his dry lips as he looked at the small group of soldiers who seemed to be lonely and felt that he had the key to victory.

Phoebe led the soldiers to try their best to surround and annihilate Bruce and the others, but the crossbow bolts above their heads made Jeffrey's soldiers scramble, and Phoebe was not strong enough to be attacked by the enemy.

"Poof~~, ah~~." Phoebe's shiny leather armor was covered in mud by this time, and he heard a scream, and when he looked up, he saw Edward standing in the crowd, but several of his own soldiers had fallen beside him.

"Wow~~." Just as she was thinking about what had happened, Phoebe saw several soldiers screaming and being knocked into the air, only to see a large man in leather armor wrapped in fur and a messy beard, with an axe in one hand and a shield in the other, rampaging among Jeffrey's soldiers, like an enraged bull, and almost no one could stop his attack at a low level.

"What kind of monsters are these?" Phoebe swallowed, and he suddenly discovered that Glinton, an inconspicuous little territory, was actually hiding a dragon and a crouching tiger.

While Bruce was battling Jeffrey, another war was unfolding on a plain a hundred miles away from them.

"Boom~~." With the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, the knights with banners rode into the battlefield, and behind them were the sergeants in a neat line, but unlike the lord's troops like Jeffrey, these sergeants were tall, brightly armoured, and their weapons were shiny from the wipe.

"Lord Duke, is the army dispatched this time a little too exaggerated?" One of Duke Bemessi's retainers asked curiously.

"To deal with rebellion, you have to use a thunderous blow, not to mention that this is also a good time for me to promote military might." The Duke of Bemessi was dressed in elaborate armor, not only made of the finest leather, but also with various prints and carvings, and his chest and arms were covered with intricate and magnificent vine motifs, while the Duke's helmet was the look of a beauty from classical times, with towering green peacock feathers fluttering high behind her head.

"Understood, Lord Duke." The retainer smiled as well, and it seemed that the Duke of Bemessy had taken this operation as a flashy demonstration and hunt, but on second thought, the other side was just a rabble.

"Stop." The Duchy General raised his right hand and made the soldiers stop, and with his command, there was a sudden bang on the small plain, followed by silence.

"Scandium~~." Except for the crisp sound of the knights grinding against each other in anticipation, even the sound of birds could hardly be heard.

"Did the rebels scare away?" Duke Bermessi opened his mask, reached out and touched the beard on his lips proudly, and said with a smile.

"Wait, they're coming." Suddenly, the retainers on horseback heard the sound of chaotic footsteps, like the noise of waves crashing against the sea.

"Boom, crunch." In addition to the sound of footsteps, it was accompanied by a strange squeaking of wheels.

I saw that on the opposite hillside of the duke's army, a black line gradually appeared, and these lines rose and fell like waves, gradually getting closer and closer, and finally let the duke and his army see that it was a surge of people.

"Hahaha, this rabble still wants to win?" Not only the Duke of Bemessi, but even the knights of the duchy laughed, these peasants with pitchforks were numerous, but they were disheveled, some were barefoot, not to mention weapons, and they were pushing some firewood carts, as if they were going to work in the fields rather than fighting.

"They should go back to the fields and plow, the battlefield is not where they came from." One of the knights lifted his mask and laughed.

"Hahaha, that's right, they'll be scared of the later." The knight's companions echoed loudly.

"Stop, stop." But the peasants had no intention of returning to the fields, and among them there seemed to be one or two men in the role of officers, who raised their pitchforks and old spears in their hands, and said to their companions, and the black crowd stopped.

"Bang la la la~~." However, although the peasants stopped, they were extremely noisy compared to the Duchy army opposite, and the peasants talked to each other without any restraint of military discipline, and the Duchy soldiers were dumbfounded.

"This can also be called a rebel, hmph, I think it's just a group of bandits and robbers at most." The Duke of Bemessi glanced at his palace minister with some dissatisfaction, this bastard had reported a rebel attack in his duchy, and had defeated several magistrates, but what he saw was nothing more than ordinary robbers.

"Lord Duke, do you want to send an emissary to order them to surrender." The palace minister smiled a little embarrassedly and said to Duke Bemessi.

"Send messengers, hehe, are they nobles? It's just a group of bandits, and it's boring to order the heavy cavalry to attack and defeat this group of bandits. Duke Bemessi said with some interest.

"Understood." The palace minister also regretted a little, those stupid sheriffs under his command couldn't even defeat a group of rabble, but he still immediately gave the duke's order.

"Heavy cavalry, advance~~." A rider holding a cavalry banner swept in front of the formation with a banner, and the knights who saw the banner raised their spears and shields in their hands, kicked and straddled their horses, squeezed through the crowd and appeared at the front of the position, they lined up in two horizontal formations, ready to push the rabble flat.

"My lord, they did send out heavy cavalry." And in the peasant rebel army, Carlos saw the action on the other side, ran to the rear with joy on his face, and said to the white knight sitting on a stone.