When Bruce watched the rebel chariot rush to his side, and when the sharp chariot pounced on himself and the Glinton militia group, Bruce's heart was in his throat, and he didn't know if the Glinton militia could still hold their ground when they saw the chariot attack.

"Boom~~." Just as Bruce was thinking, the chariot had already crashed into the phalanx, and with a bang, the chariot was poked by a wooden spear and overturned.

"Peng~~." A piece of the chariot passed through the phalanx and rushed straight towards Bruce, although it was a piece of the chariot, but if it hit, it would definitely kill someone, at this moment, Shield Splitter Danny blocked Bruce with the round shield in his hand, blocking the piece of debris that flew over.

Just after striking a chariot, the Glinton militiamen discovered that the wooden spear in their hand turned out to be the nemesis of the chariot, and whenever a chariot approached them, the militia immediately turned to point the long wooden spear at the chariot.

"Boom~~~." A chariot found that its companion had been killed by the Grimm militia, and the northern warriors on the chariot immediately sent the serfs around in the chariot, ready to avenge their comrades.

"Greenton militia regiment, steady, steady." Mickey spotted the chariot rushing over, and he immediately ordered that the chariot he had just destroyed had actually caused the Grington militia to be impacted, and the whole team had to fight at this time.

However, the northern warrior on the chariot was much more shrewd, and he did not rush directly to the phalanx like his companions, but moved around the phalanx, and in the process of moving, the northern warrior reached out and scooped up a short javelin from the chariot.

"Drive~~." The serfs who drove desperately urged the horses pulling the carts, and the running chariots made a swishing sound, and any infantry would be terrified when they looked at it.

"Steady, steady." The Glinton militiamen were also human, huddled together with wooden spears, and occasionally saw a few vassal soldiers whose bodies had been cut in half by the chariot, blood gushing out, and a few intestines rolled up on the wheels of the chariot and dragged on the ground.

"Whew." A Greenton militiaman couldn't help but turn his head and vomit, but was pulled back by his companion next to him.

"Whoosh~~." At that moment, a short javelin flew out of the chariot and struck the vomiting Greenton militiaman.

"Damn it." Seeing that the chariot did not charge into battle, but instead threw javelins from afar, losing a soldier for no reason, Bruce cursed in annoyance.

"I regret not bringing the crossbowmen." Stukov looked at the cunning chariot and couldn't help but say worriedly.

"It's okay, Mitch, let the militiamen shake the wooden spears." Bruce remembered something, and he hurriedly ordered Mitch.

"Ah, yes." Mickey turned his head to hear Bruce's order, and he didn't know what it was about, but because it was the baron's direct order, he still passed it on.

"Buzz~~." The Grington militiamen shook the wooden spears in their hands vigorously, and the 6 or 7 meter long wooden spears collided with each other and made a buzzing sound, at this time, another javelin flew over, only this time the javelin was blocked by the shaking wooden spear.

But Bruce was not happy, they were now completely passive defense, completely the target of the chariot, the spear phalanx was as tight as a copper wall in defense, but there was also a weakness of slow movement of the target.

"Woo~~." When the Glinton militia was at a loss, a trumpet sounded, and Sir Hilton led the cavalry to arrive, Sir Hilton held the banner of the Duke of Bemessey in his hand, and Sir Hilton, who galloped on horseback, led the cavalry to rush to the chariot.

"Grazi~~." The cavalrymen clenched their spears in their hands with a loud shout, and they rushed towards the rebel chariots with a shout.

When the chariot saw the cavalry chasing after him, he did not dare to fight and hurriedly turned to flee, but Sir Hilton would not let go of these rebels at all, and they chased after the chariot.

"Lord Baron Bruce, the rebels are attacking too." Baron Leopold saw the rebel infantry led by Woolf also rushing over, and the vassal soldiers fought and retreated, and the nobles tried their best to stop them, but to no avail.

"It's our turn." Bruce drew his sword from his waist, and the chariot was driven away by Sir Hilton's cavalry, and the only way to keep the battle going was the Glinton militia.

"Greenton Militia Regiment, whole team." Mickey, under Bruce's orders, once again formed a line, and the Grington militia immediately lined up.

"Forward~~." Bruce pointed his sword in the direction of the rebels and shouted orders.

"Roar, roar, roar~~." The Glinton militiamen were armed with wooden spears, and they walked slowly in the direction of the rebel attack.

"Spearmen and pestle men guard the wings." Bruce kicked the horse under his crotch and slowly followed the Greenton militia.

"Go along." Baron Leopold also hurriedly ordered his soldiers to follow, and while the Greenton militia advanced, the rebels almost sang triumphant songs all the way, and the vassal soldiers retreated again and again.

"Hasn't the Duke sent reinforcements yet?" The vassals and nobles were also forced to step forward with their swords, and they couldn't help complaining during the fight, watching the soldiers they brought out fall one by one under the dung forks of the serfs, both distressed and helpless.

"No, my people are dying." A vassal nobleman said to his companion.

"Don't complain, those damn chariots, my horses are dead." The war horse was slashed to the ground by the chariot, and he finally escaped the attack of the chariot after turning over, he said dejectedly.

"Forward, forward~~." At this moment, the vassals and nobles heard the sound of neat footsteps behind them, as well as the rough voice of Mickey's command.

"What's going on?" The vassals turned their heads to see the Glinton militia slowly advancing, their wooden spears swinging like a grove, and watched as they came to their aid.

"Is there any other lord whose army hasn't been scattered?" Another vassal nobleman looked at it in surprise, they saw the army brought by the vassals scattered, but they didn't expect that there was still a team of troops in the rear.

On the battlefield, the soldiers are most afraid of fighting, and suddenly find that there is no comrade around, even if there is no enemy to attack them, they will be terrified, and if they can meet a whole team of neat friendly troops at this time, it is extremely beneficial to stabilize morale.

"Victory, victory, victory~~~." When the Greenton militia group walked slowly, the vassal soldiers scattered along the way couldn't help but cheer, as if they were welcoming heroes.

"What's wrong?" The attacking rebels also heard the cheers, and the actions that had been attacking the vassals' troops involuntarily slowed down.