When the attendants spotted the pursuing bull, they split up a few men to try to stop them, while the rest continued to cover the lord's retreat.

Seeing this situation, Kohler waved his hand and ordered the soldiers behind me to come forward to assist Kohler, gritted his teeth and ran two steps quickly, pulled down the dead knight on the back of the enemy's horse, and rode alone for thousands of miles, resolutely and decisively stepped forward to chase the target.

This kind of heroic feeling is very similar to Zhao Zilong, who entered and exited Changbanpo seven times in and seven out, although my force value is obviously dozens of levels worse, and it is not enough to see like the little ants that shake the big tree.

The bull dodged the sword slashed by the attendant and grabbed the other man, and both of them rolled to the ground......

But the bull's brute strength is amazing, and he is in an absolute advantage in strength, no matter how much the other party struggles, it will be useless, and his neck will be easily broken.

The remaining knights rode their horses and rushed forward, and the bull deftly bent down to dodge the deadly attack, slashing the horse's leg with a swing of his sword, and then making up for it, killing several knights in a short time.

Seeing this, the enemy turned his horse's head and prepared to flee, but was hit by the throwing knife thrown by the bull, and his body was tilted twice and fell off the horse's back, and the other two guards escaped at the sacrifice of their companions, and ran away without a head.

"Bull, stop him, don't let him run!" I rode past the bull and shouted at the noble knight in front of me.

The bull picked up a spear from the ground and sprinted two steps, stretching his entire body into a charged bow and arrow, his muscular muscles roaring out from under his leather armor and hurling it at the back of the noble knight.

The spear seemed to have wings, spinning and tearing the air, bringing up a powerful aura, the other party felt the danger coming from behind, and subconsciously deviated to the left, and the spear slammed into the horse's buttocks, nailing the enemy horse to the ground.

"Well done!"

I whispered in admiration, looking at the enemy who had fallen to the ground and had not yet gotten up, and kept urging him to sit down on his horse, for fear of missing the good opportunity to capture him alive.

This is a middle-aged aristocrat, perhaps because the other party is better maintained, the years have not left traces on his face, but have added a weathered sense of maturity.

The helmet may have fallen off when he fell off the horse, and the slightly gray sideburns set off his calm atmosphere just right, and Kong Wu's powerful muscles showed that he was also a battle-hardened veteran, from jumping off the saddle with agility, to rolling and then pulling out the long sword at his waist, the whole set of movements was done in one go, and by the time I was in place, he was already in battle with the sword in hand.

It's a hard bone, I remind myself carefully!

I am not good at horse fighting, I chose to dismount and fight, took off the small round shield hanging on the side of the saddle, held the long sword in my right hand, and adjusted my breathing step by step with solid footprints.

A solid set is the key to a one-on-one win, and the Bulls have repeatedly emphasized the importance of the game when teaching me martial arts skills.

The other party obviously didn't expect that the reckless pursuit was actually such a young and thin knight who was not afraid of tigers, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, but quickly came back to his senses and made an attack posture, patiently searching for my flaws, trying to defeat the enemy with one move, and then immediately leaving this place of right and wrong.

"I am the son of Cresenti I, Duke of Ravenna, Medida, Count of Ancona, and I am a nobody, and I will be named quickly!"

The other party determined my noble status from the coat of arms of my blouse, and then put on a dignified posture and began to perform the procedure of knightly duel, quite like the warring sides in the Three Kingdoms period, the warring sides shouted to each other that I was a certain general, and the yellow-mouthed child was quickly sent to death.

"I'm a knight of the Third German Reich, Viscount Randy of the Frontier!"

Because I don't understand the etiquette rules of knightly warfare, I can only report my name so-so, anyway, the other party knows that I am a nobleman, which can greatly increase the possibility of survival.

Knights generally don't kill another knight, they will take the other person captive, get a huge ransom and virtue reputation, although I think the ransom is the key, because you can't be sure if you will be captured by the other party in the future, multiple friends have multiple paths, first win over the relationship to prepare for future troubles, this is the same as the concept of modern marketing.

"Despicable?"

My name already has a certain international reputation, and the old saying that good things don't go out and bad things spread thousands of miles really makes sense.

The knight who called himself the Medida had obviously heard of it, and the infamous me had made him brace his spirits and clench his sword with all his heart, for fear that I would do something to save him from it.

"Hoo ......"

I breathed a sigh of relief, but the other party nervously thought I was going to attack, and shouted that he made the first move.

"Ping!"

The two weapons collided with each other and made a crisp sound, like a pleasant phoenix with a ring, the weapon used by the other party was obviously a steel long sword that had been tempered thousands of times, and even at the moment when the two weapons collided with each other, my long sword was cut to the ballast, sparks splashed everywhere, and the powerful impact force was transmitted through the sword body to my hands holding the handle of the sword, if I didn't try to control it, I would almost have to get rid of it.

After coming to this era, it has always been said that the blacksmiths of Venice are the best in all of Europe, and their ancestors are the ancient empire of the Hittites from Asia Minor, the first people in the world to smelt iron.

After the fall of Troy, he moved to Rome, was exiled to Venice during the barbarian invasion, and finally took advantage of the convenience of Venice's divergent trade network, which allowed him to concentrate the best of Eastern and Western iron smelting technology, and use the best iron to make weapons, and became a high-level craftsman who was eager to be a guest of honor throughout Europe.

I staggered back a few steps, my right foot kicking the ground so hard that I was able to stabilize my swaying body, which had lost my center of gravity, and the pressure on my calf bone made it feel like it was about to break.

"Brute!"

This is my evaluation of the power of the Medida in front of medida, who claims to be the son of whom, what lord, the knights of medieval Europe are all admirers of the power of Chiluoluo, and the war machine that has been cultivated since childhood.

The other party continued to exert force on the long sword, turning this fight into a simple duel of strength, I trembled my arm to use the strength of the milk, trying to push him back, but the strength of the milk was too little, and gradually I couldn't resist it, the blade of the long sword slowly pressed towards my face, just like the murderous aura described in the martial arts novel, so that I, who was already on the verge of collapse, felt even more unbearable like falling into an ice cave, and every cold hair on my body stood upside down, screaming to warn me.

"Damn it!"

I squeezed this sentence out between my teeth, and a bead of sweat the size of a bean flowed down my eyebrows into my eyes, blurring my vision in an instant, making my eyes rustle and hurt, and nervousness began to twitch.

As soon as I lost my strength, Medida took advantage of the situation and slashed her sword into my neck, the force so strong that I could not resist it, and I could only force myself to turn it on my side despite the pain.

The tip of the sword swept past the chain mail, cutting through the rings of armor that were tied under the belt, almost hurting my thigh, and the sword roared and lifted the blouse and flew up.

"It's dangerous!"

I wiped the corners of my eyes and stood up......