As soon as the trumpets were heard, and at the sound of William and Baron Richard's orders, and to the cheers of the knights, soldiers, and townspeople watching from the outside of the fence, Sir Hubert and Sir Martin galloped almost together, their rifles with their right hands flat, and galloped away at their respective opponents.

Sir Hubert slammed his feet into the belly of the horse, and the spurs in his heel lifted the horse's belly so that the horse increased his speed to the maximum.

Sitting firmly on his galloping horse, Sir Hubert held his irises shield fixed in his left hand in front of him, and his mounted spear placed flat in his right hand was slightly reoriented, trying to aim at Sir Martin's body.

It should be noted here that the five-metre riding spears used by Sir Hubert and Sir Martin were practice spears without iron heads, and they used them against each other for the purpose of stabbing each other off their horses.

As long as one side is stabbed off the horse with a spear, even if it has the ability to fight again, it will be at an absolute disadvantage in the face of the opponent on horseback.

The sound of the horse's hooves was like spring thunder, and for a while it was rapid and intense, and the two spears were also rapidly approaching in the sound of the horse's hooves.

Syllable...

With the sound of a mounted gun snapping, Sir Hubert's mounted spear snapped, while Sir Martin's mounted lance staggered past without a result.

Unfortunately, this attack was blocked by Sir Martin's shield, which only made Sir Martin slightly unstable.

Sir Hubert was not discouraged, and galloped his horse, and quickly came to the rack of weapons with three practice spears, drew one of the spears in his right hand, turned the horse's head and continued to charge with a flat spear.

Sir Martin, however, was a little slower than Ser Hubert due to the impact of his previous spear shot, and by the time he turned around, Sir Hubert had already charged with his rifle.

Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd, the two approached each other again.

On the field, Martin was in a hurry to turn around, and although he tried to keep the gun steady, he was already rocking up and down a little.

Sir Hubert, on the other hand, was much more calm, and the mounted gun in his hand was firmly aimed at Sir Martin, and there was almost no shaking after adjusting his bearing.

Syllable...

With the sound of a broken spear, Sir Hubert's rifle hit the opponent's shield and shoulder armor this time, and the huge impact made the opponent stagger, so that he did not fall.

"Rush!"

Seeing this, William, who was sitting on the viewing platform, couldn't help but stand up, raised his hands into fists, and cheered loudly.

The people in our stands were also smiling and cheering frequently, and the atmosphere was very warm.

On the other side, the atmosphere on the viewing platform on Baron Richard's side was a little solemn, and several knights frowned even more, and couldn't bear to tilt their heads to the side.

Sir Hubert took the lead again, took the lead in picking up the spear, turned and sprinted, while Sir Martin on the opposite side was obviously a few beats slower, and in the face of Sir Hubert, who was rushing with a flat gun, Sir Martin had no choice but to clamp his feet between the belly of the horse and sprint away.

Although Sir Martin had tried his best to stabilize his body, his body shook uncontrollably as he turned and accelerated, and even the horse in his hand shook up and down violently, unable to aim at Sir Hubert.

Sir Hubert, who was in control of the fighter, held his rifle steadily, and stabbed Sir Martin.

Syllable...

Sir Hubert broke off his spear and struck him in the chest without any doubt, and stabbed him from his horse, so force that the saddle under Sir Martin's seat fell with him, and his horse was long gone.

"Hah!" William on the viewing platform couldn't help but raise his hands into fists and cheered loudly.

And the people on William's side also stood up one after another, cheering loudly and hugging.

Sir Hubert, who was basically sealed in the victory, was not in a hurry, took a flail from the saddle with his right hand, shook it vigorously a few times, and threw the horse towards Sir Martin, who had fallen to the ground.

Bang...

Sir Martin, who was lying on the ground and was struggling to get up, was beaten by the flail of Sir Hubert who came on horseback, and his body involuntarily flipped up.

"Kill him!" William stared at the two men in the battle and whispered softly.

On the opposite side, Baron Richard and the knights couldn't bear to look away, hiding their faces and looking directly.

At the side of Baron Richard's viewing platform, a knight dressed in chain mail and a white eagle robe on a red background stood up and prepared to leave.

"Knight Tim, what do you want to leave?" Baron Richard, who found Knight Tim getting up to leave, turned his head and asked.

"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency Baron Richard, my knights have just clashed with the soldiers on William's side, and I'm going to stop them!" Knight Tim concocted a plausible lie and bowed sincerely.

Baron Richard just nodded, waved Knight Tim away, and turned his head to watch the duel.

Sir Hubert turned his horse's head, picked up the flail again, threw the flail attached to the handle, and slashed it at Martin, who had struggled to get up.

Bang...

Syllable...

Bang...

Martin was knocked down three times in this way, as if he were a lonely boat in the rough waves, flying in all directions, as if he were about to capsize at any moment.

"Surrender, Sir Martin, you will not last long without a fliris shield." Sir Hubert stopped his steed and persuaded Sir Martin, who was still struggling to get up on the ground.

After a while, Sir Hubert, who had not received a response, turned grim and said in a solemn tone: "Sir Martin, I admire your courage, but this time I will finish you off!" ”

In the face of Sir Hubert, who was riding his horse with a flail, Sir Martin, who was lying on the ground, turned over, picked up the saddle on the ground with both hands, and tripped the hooves of the galloping horse, and tripped Sir Hubert and the horse to the ground.

Sir Hubert, who was about to pounce on the ground, rolled forward with his head in his hands, relieved most of the impact, and turned over to his feet again.

For the dying Sir Martin, Sir Hubert's face was also slightly cold, his right hand drew the Norman sword at his waist, and the shield in his left hand stabbed towards Sir Martin, who was struggling to get up.

In the face of the menacing Sir Hubert, Sir Martin picked up a broken riding spear on the ground with both hands, pushed Sir Hubert away, picked up the saddle from the ground and threw it at Sir Hubert, while he turned around and drew the Norman sword from under the fallen war horse robe, holding the sword and shield to meet him.

In response to Sir Martin's useless harassments, Sir Hubert slashed with his Norman sword several times, and struck the stabbing spear into several pieces, and the iris shield in his left hand struck forward, pushing the flying saddle aside.

Sir Hubert, who blocked the harassing attack, did not dare to hold it up in the face of Sir Martin, who was holding a sword and shield, and approached step by step in a fighting posture.