The heavy cavalry lined up and slowly advanced towards the serfs, these heavy cavalry have rich combat experience, they know that the effective charge distance is actually very short, so at the beginning must not charge violently, can only let the war horse slowly advance.

Well-trained horses, knights carrying heavy armor on their backs, horses' hooves made a sound like spring thunder when they stepped on the earth, and the heavy cavalry lined up was like an impenetrable huge wall, slamming at the serfs.

"It's heavy cavalry." The serfs, armed with wooden forks and clubs, crowded together nervously, looked at each other, and compared to the brightly armored heavy cavalry, they were just a bunch of beggars, armed with the most rudimentary weapons, clad only in rags and flesh.

"Steady, steady." Carlos walked among the serfs, raised his sword, and shouted in a voice like a bell, his voice was like an anchor for a disoriented ship in the sea, firmly reuniting the serfs who had been somewhat discouraged.

"Hahaha, it's Carlos, it's just that those knights can't be solved by morale alone." Wearing an iron helmet with horns, a row of human skulls inlaid above the helmet, and wearing animal skin armor, the giant man like a half-cut iron tower said to the white knight.

"Are you saying that only you berserkers can deal with knights?" The White Knight sat on the rock, he curled up one leg and erected his knees, his slender legs making him look like a laid-back forest elf.

"Of course." The berserker from the dense dark forest of the north puffed out his chest proudly and said.

"Also, a warrior like you, who grew up in the dark forest, only believes in the principle of respecting the strong, but what I want you to witness today is how the weak fight." The White Knight lowered his legs, stood up and looked at the dense serfs in front of him, and said to the berserker.

"Oh, just this garbage?" The berserker pointed at the trembling serfs with the axe in his hand, and he said to the white knight in disbelief.

"That's right, what you think is garbage." The White Knight said in an affirmative tone from behind the helmet mask.

"Haha, unless it's possessed by the god of war himself." The berserkers looked down on the scrawny serfs, who would not survive even a day in the dark forest.

"Grazi~~." While the berserker and the white knight were discussing the relationship between the strong and the weak, a shout erupted among the heavy cavalry on the opposite side.

"Boom~~." The horses' hooves stomped on the ground, and the serfs felt their feet tremble slightly as if they had caused an earthquake, and their faces turned pale.

"Whew, whew, whew." The knights of Bemessi only felt the wind blowing around them, and they looked at the serfs with sticks on their bumpy horses, and felt pity for these poor creatures, who went to war for an unknown reason, and became the targets of slaughter by the real elite warriors.

"Grazi~~." The leading knight shouted a battle call, and the heavy cavalry, knowing that the best distance to charge had come, lowered their helmet masks and watched their targets through the peepholes in their masks.

When they charged, they only had to point the tip of their spear in front of them, and the horses would lead them like farmers plowing the ground, plowing a bloody path through the enemy's array, while the pointed shield in the other hand protected their bodies, but the knights generally believed that good armor was enough to defend them, and the serfs with sticks could not hurt them at all.

"Steady, steady." Carlos looked at the knights who swept like a tsunami, how powerful the knights in his charge were right away, and people even said that the charge of a good knight could even break the walls of the holy city, although this is just an exaggeration, but it also shows that the fear of the knight's charge, no one dares to face it.

"Woohoo." The serfs looked in horror at the heavy cavalry that was getting closer and closer, not only the knights in bright armor, but even the mounts under the knights' crotches looked particularly terrifying, and some of them began to waver, they looked at their companions left and right, as long as someone slipped away at this time, someone would definitely escape.

"Look, this is the rabble." The berserker looked at the tumultuous array and said disdainfully to the white knight.

In the eyes of the berserkers, an ordinary northern warrior would not face any enemy in the face of commotion, let alone turn and flee, such a person has only one name, and that is coward. Among the tribes of the northern forest, if a man is called a coward, then he is doomed for the rest of his life, not only will he not be respected by anyone, but even his soul will not want to enter the Wahhabi Temple.

"Wow, ahh~~." The heavy cavalry looked at the group of serfs that were getting closer, and they were sure that when their spears pierced the chest of the first serf, the splash of blood would be enough to break the others.

"It's now." A cold sweat broke out on Carlos' forehead, but his eyes were like eagles on the heavy cavalry, and suddenly he gave a loud order.

"Oooh." The serfs in the first three rows were the bravest, and they immediately opened the coarse linen that had been placed on the wagon in front of the formation, and took out from it a number of wooden poles with sharpened ends, which were fourteen meters long.

"Squat." The serfs in the front row held the end of the wooden pole tightly, they squatted down, and the end of the wooden pole was tightly pressed against the ground, while the people in the back row also stretched out the wooden pole, and suddenly a wooden pole like a forest appeared densely in front of the serf position.

"Wow~~." It was too late for the heavy cavalry to find out, and these specially trained war horses could not stop at all at this time in order to make the charge stronger, and crashed into the forest of sharp wooden stakes, and suddenly the war horses neighed and the cavalry wailed.

The wooden pole pierced the body of the war horse, and the painful war horse lost control, and fell off the owner on his back in a rage, and some unlucky heavy cavalry body hit the sharp stake, turning into human skewers, and before the knight who fell down and did not die could stand up, he was killed by a group of serfs who pounced on him, and they used a knife to cut meat, piercing through the gap in the knight's armor, and the clumsy knight could only wail.

"Look, that's how the underdog plays." The White Knight looked at the wailing battlefield in front of him and said to the berserker.

"God of War, how did you do it?" The berserker looked at the knights who had been killed, and couldn't figure out how these proud knights who had been invincible a few minutes ago, but now they had been killed by a group of lowly serfs.

"The Lord God is above, am I dreaming?" The wine glass in Duke Bemessi's hand fell to the ground and he didn't know it, and the bright red wine spilled on the ground.