The Glinton spearmen rushed towards the Locke knights, looking at the spearmen who rushed up, the knights immediately bent their knees and waited solemnly, but when the spearmen rushed over, they discarded the spears and pestles in their hands, and the knights were puzzled.

"What is this doing?" The red-haired knight saw the movements of the spearmen from the sight of the mask, and he blurted out in surprise why these spearmen were so hideous if they were going to surrender, and his eyes were full of hatred.

"Woo~~."

The spearmen who rushed up hugged one of the knights, and with a kick of their feet, they jumped off the wall together, and the knight could not figure out what was going on, and fell down with a cry.

"Damn it." Seeing the spear and pestle soldiers' lifeless fighting, even the knights panicked, the aristocratic superiority they cultivated since childhood, so that the knights instinctively looked down on the serfs and civilians, if they want to die with the serfs' cheap life, the knights are absolutely unwilling, you must know that even if they are defeated and captured on the battlefield, the knights can regain their freedom as long as they pay enough ransom.

The red-haired knight soon discovered that the Grington spearmen were not doing this in one or two, they were like crazy death squads, the one in front of them pounced on the knight and rolled down the wall, and another spearman would follow, and the knights would swing their swords desperately and slash, but cut down the next spearman, and the others would take advantage of the moment when the knight drew his sword and hugged him.

Bruce looked at the spearmen and pestle soldiers in front of him, and he remembered the simple faces, these Glynton serfs pinned all their hopes on themselves, and Bruce only gave them a small favor of course, but the Grintons repaid them with all their lives.

"Your soldiers are loyal." The red-haired knight split the spear and pestle soldier who tried to hold him to death in two, blood and internal organs spilled all over the ground, and the smell of blood filled the entire wall, the red-haired knight shook off the blood in his hand, took off his helmet and said to Bruce on the other side.

"Your Excellency, please leave quickly, I can resist for a while." The recruit who stopped Bruce looked at the bloody scene in front of him, swallowed hard, and said to Bruce.

"I'll deal with him, it's a duel between nobles." But Bruce pushed the recruit behind him, his face solemn and serious, and the sacrifice of Greenton's spearmen burned the flames of revenge in him.

"Very well, that's what it sounds like." The red-haired knight smiled appreciatively, and a gust of wind blew on the walls, and his hair flew like flames, but just as he was about to walk towards Bruce, his foot was grabbed by the half-split Glynton soldier.

"Never, never let you~~." The bloodied spearman, half on his side on the wall, had no hope of surviving with his entrails exposed, but even then the soldier grabbed the red-haired knight's feet and tried to stop him from walking towards Bruce.

The red-haired knight looked down at the spearman whose eyes had lost focus, and instead of reaching out and kicking away the soldier's feeble hand, he looked at the soldier for a moment until the spearman's hand stiffened, and the knight ripped off his cloak and put it over the spearman's body, carefully stepping over and continuing towards Bruce.

"In the name of my lord, I order you to go to the southern wall immediately for help." Bruce said to the recruit, turning his head to the recruit.

"But, my lord, I need me more here." The recruit looked at Bruce in surprise, he was ready to die together, though he didn't know if the knight with the skill of swordsmanship would give him this chance.

"Hurry up, do you want to disobey my orders." Bruce raised an eyebrow and roared, and the recruits hurriedly ran down the city wall towards the south as Bruce roared.

Bruce and the red-haired knight were the only ones left on the walls, and Bruce raised the sword of courage in his hand, exhaled deeply, and then took a T-shaped step, ready to meet this formidable opponent.

"In the name of Baron James, swear by the glory of knighthood, victory or death." The red-haired knight kissed the jewel on the hilt of his sword, he held the sword in one hand in his right hand, his knees slightly bent, his center of gravity lowered to stabilize the lower plate, and his eyes were fixed on Bruce.

Edward walked under the city wall, he heard the fall of many people on the city wall, surprised to recognize the sound, from the sound of the people who fell, the people who fell were protected by armor, even if they fell from a wall more than ten meters high, most of these warriors protected by armor were only injured.

"Woo, damn fellow." A Locke knight pushed away the spearmen who were clutching him, most of whom were not protected by armor, either fell to death or were seriously injured.

Locke Knight stood up, he groaned in pain, realized that he had broken three ribs, and couldn't help but take off his semi-enclosed helmet and shake his head to sober himself up.

"Kang Chang." Suddenly, a crisp sound sounded, and Knight Locke grabbed the sword that had fallen to the ground alertly, and he looked up to see a blindfolded Grinton man appear in front of him.

"Damn the Glintons, I'm going to kill every single one of you." Looking at his companion who had his neck broken next to him, Rock Knight became enraged, and he resisted the pain of the wound and stood up with his sword on his lean.

"You're wounded, better surrender." Standing in front of Locke Knight was Edward, who said to him judging from the knight's heavy breathing and messy steps that the other man was already injured.

"Surrender, hahaha, to whom, a blind man?" Looking at the blindfolded Edward, the Rock Knight said disdainfully.

"Huh~~." Edward knew that only a sword could make sense for a knight, so he reached out and drew the twin swords at his waist, one long and one short.

Locke Knight saw Edward draw his sword, frowned, immediately tried to stand up straight, and walked slowly towards Edward, when the two were very close, Locke Knight slashed at Edward.

"Scandium~." Just as the sword was about to slash to Edward's left, a short sword appeared to block the knight's sword, much to the surprise of Knight Locke, who did not believe that a blindfolded man could block his sword, and then he quickly slashed several swords.

"Scandium, scandium, scandium~~." However, Edward moved his feet, dodging the sword of the Locke Knight, Edward's steps seemed to be disorganized, but in Edward's mind there was order.

"The swordsmen of the south call this kind of formation the Fred Formation."

Edward remembered the words of his swordsmanship teacher, the so-called Fred Array, which refers to a swordsman imagining a circular array centered on himself, and then drawing the pattern into several dimensions and squares, and the swordsman who has undergone strict training can predict the opponent's movements through the Fred Array.

"Impossible." The more he attacked, the more sweaty his forehead became, and Edward, who was blindfolded, seemed to be completely barrier-free, and could even predict the direction of his attack, which made Rock Knight feel incredible and incomprehensible.

"What kind of witchcraft is this?" In the absence of any way to comprehend, Rock Knight can only blame witchcraft, but thinking about it makes little Greenton mysterious and unpredictable.

There was also a fierce fight on the city wall, Bruce retreated while desperately blocking the sword, the red-haired knight's arm strength was amazing, Bruce felt that he was holding the sword, but relying on his familiarity with the terrain, he slowly retreated to the mouth of the arrow tower, and the narrow entrance restricted the red-haired knight's movements, bringing Bruce a trace of terrain advantage.

"Lord Bruce, surrender! You are no match for me. The red-haired knight said loudly as he walked slowly towards Bruce.

"Whew, whew, whew, stop talking nonsense, what's there to call the master!" Bruce gasped, his leather armor already soaked with sweat, and he stared at the proud red-haired knight.

Bruce didn't give up because of the red-haired knight's superb swordsmanship, and after looking around inside the tower, he suddenly found a place where he could give himself some advantages.