The vassal soldiers rushed into the rebel formation, and just as they thought that the goddess of victory had taken off her skirt and opened her legs to them, a roar that shook the ground rang out, and the vassal soldiers were frightened into stopping their charge.

Before fighting, the berserkers would drink a mysterious potion from their homeland of the Black Forest, and they would stand in a row and pick up the skins made of piglets, raise their necks and take a sip, and then hand them to their companions.

"For the glory of the god of war~~." A bald-headed, tattooed northern warrior, after the berserkers drank the potion, he stepped forward one by one and slapped the berserkers' bodies, stimulating them with fierce language.

"Whew~~." The berserkers' eyes began to become bloodshot under the stimulation of potions and companions, and their red eyes were as terrifying as wild beasts.

The vassals saw several tall northern warriors rushing towards them, their skins haphazardly draped, their long-handled battle axes and war hammers in their hands, and these giants roared like beasts.

"Ah~~." It is impossible not to be afraid in the face of such a terrible opponent, the vassal soldiers instinctively blocked themselves with the shield in their hands, and stretched out the spear in their hands from above the shield, if it was an ordinary enemy, they would definitely stop and hesitate, but unfortunately the vassal soldiers were facing berserkers, and these irrational warriors who had been stimulated by the potion rushed straight over.

"Puff~~~, boom~~." One of the berserkers roared and raised the hammer in his hand, and he smashed it towards the shield of the vassal warrior, but the tip of the spear pierced him in the shoulder, and the sharp tip of the spear suddenly picked the berserker's flesh apart, and blood flowed like a stream, but the berserker did not stop, he howled and smashed the warhammer into the soldier's head behind the shield, and the poor soldier's head was smashed like a watermelon, and the brain splattered with blood on his companion.

"Smack." As soon as the berserker twisted his body, the tip of the spear broke off his shoulder, and the berserker with the tip of the spear stomped off the shield and the corpse, and he rushed into the midst of the vassal soldiers, like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep, and the terrified vassal soldiers were powerless.

The addition of the berserkers made the momentum of the vassal soldiers charge, at this moment Woolf raised the battle axe in his hand and waved, and the serfs who received the message hurriedly raised their shields and weapons in their hands, trying to lock the vassal soldiers in the rear out of the shield wall, but the vassal soldiers instinctively began to counterattack after being squeezed on both sides, and the two sides crowded together in the gap.

"Oh no, they're going to close the door to Loki's trap." Shield Splitter Danny turned back to Bruce.

"What do we do now?" Stukov asked Bruce.

"We're holding on here, the Greenton Militia is on the defensive." Bruce didn't change his mind, he listened to the earth-shattering sound of fighting in his ears, even if he put the Greenton militia into it now, it would only be a drop in the bucket, and it would not play any role in the situation at all.

"Yes, defensively." Mitch received Bruce's order, and he hurriedly shouted orders to the militia.

"Roar, roar, roar." The Grington militiamen shouted three times in unison, and the militiamen in the first row immediately knelt down on one knee and stuck the tail end of the wooden spear in their hands into the ground, the front end pointed diagonally forward, while the soldiers in the second and third rows put the wooden spear on the shoulders of the people in front, and the whole formation became like a hedgehog with hard thorns.

While the Grinton militia held on to the defense, Woolf led the rebels and began to massacre the vassal soldiers, Woolf aimed at a vassal soldier in the crowd, hooked his collar with a tomahawk in his hand, and pulled the soldier into his side with a sharp pull, and the other prepared serfs immediately stabbed the soldier with a knife in his hand where the soldier had no armor protection, and the soldier wailed and quickly turned into a dead corpse.

"Come here, tell the Duke quickly, and immediately dispatch the rifles, otherwise our men will be all gone." Baron Leopold looked at the scene in front of him angrily, his people were imprisoned behind the rebel shield wall and slaughtered one by one, but the army outside the shield wall could not be rescued at all.

"Yes, Lord Baron." The pale-faced herald hurriedly ran to the rear, in fact, there was no need for Baron Leopold to ask the Duke for help, Duke of Bemessey and Sir Hilton had already seen the current predicament.

"Lord Duke, I'm afraid I can only use the cavalry now, otherwise the infantry of the vassals will be eaten all." Sir Hilton looked at the rebel shield wall that had opened another gap, and with the same trick he used his tactics to bring a group of vassal soldiers into the formation, and he said anxiously to the Duke of Bemessi.

"Alright, alright, immediately send out five cavalry spears and attack from the flanks." Duke Bemessi didn't expect these rebels to be so difficult, and he hurriedly ordered the heralds beside him.

The duke's order was conveyed to the cavalry, and the five cavalry slowly walked out of the duke's main formation, and when they passed in front of the duke, the five knights raised their carbine in salute, the small pennant at the top of the pistol fluttered in the wind, and the attendants guarding the knight's side surrounded their master.

"Drive it~~, for glory." The knights, on the orders of the Duke of Bemessi, urged their horses under their crotches, clamped the tail end of their pistols under their armpits, pointed the tips of their spears diagonally to the sky, and the knights issued battle horns and led their squires to attack the flank of the rebels.

"Oh, the duke's lance is out." The movement behind him also attracted the attention of Bruce and the others, who saw five teams of men and horses break away from their positions and move towards the left flank of the rebels like an awl.

The knights and their attendants are much more effective than ordinary soldiers, and these warriors who hone their combat skills all day long are extremely strong, the knights led by them are experienced warriors, and the squires are the elite trained by knights, and once they attack the rebel formation, they will definitely shake the whole battle.

"Bruce, why don't we join the attack too?" Stukov licked his lips, he thought it was a good time to join the fray and make a fortune.

"Steady, let's see." Bruce narrowed his eyes, he didn't believe that the White Knight, who could plan such a big battle, would miscalculate the appearance of the Duke Knight.

"Boom~~." The knights led by the cavalry stopped fifty meters from the rebel position, and five knights rode to the front, they formed a wedge formation, while the squires followed behind the horses with swords and shields.

"Charge dear friends, until the depths of hell~~." The knight at the head raised his pistol in his hand, kicked the stirrup with both feet, and left the saddle with his ass and shouted loudly.

"Charge, charge, charge~~." The knights shouted, and the horses neighed wildly.