The iron helmet was hit by the spear hammer, and blood flowed from under the helmet, and one of the Rauzitz spearmen fell to the ground, but soon the spearmen behind immediately filled the position, and used the spear in their hands to hold the attacking spear hammer, and the two people who caught the opponent fought from raising their weapons to rolling in the mire, such situations were everywhere, and the attack of the Llozitz soldiers was much more tenacious than the Lübeck soldiers, which may also have something to do with the character of the lord. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Roar~~." At the moment of stalemate, the noble swordsmen of the radar led by Turazov joined in, dressed in light half-body chain mail, holding a small round shield in one hand and a small but sharp straight sword in the other.

"Kill~~." When the noble swordsmen burst into the front line of the battle, many of them would leap into the air and slash at the Rauzitz soldiers with their swords, a move known as the Leap in the Radar.

"Woo~~." The Rauzitz spearmen tried to resist horizontally with the spears in their hands, but the sharp swords cut off the spears, slashing the spearmen's chests or shoulders, and the noble swordsmen who suddenly joined were gradually forced back the Rauzitz soldiers, who had been eating away at the positions of the people in the radar.

"Ping~." Turazov took the lead, swinging his battle axe to slash the Rauzitz soldiers in front of him, blood and stumps sprinkled on the ground, staining the originally black dirt purple.

"Whew, whew, whew." The Rauzitz soldiers looked terrified in the face of Turazov and the noble swordsmen, who seemed to be calm even in the face of the siege of several ordinary soldiers.

"Stand down." At this time, Yves arrived with the warriors of Prince Ward's guard, and Count Yves asked his soldiers to retreat, because he had already seen that these ordinary soldiers were no match for the noble swordsmen.

"Finally a decent opponent." Turazov looked at Yves and the others who appeared in front of him, especially the burly figure of Count Yve, and the murderous aura that was inadvertently revealed, he could see that Yves was a warrior who crawled out of the pile of dead people.

"He's my opponent." Count Yves raised his warhammer-mounted prosthetic leg and spoke to Prince Ward's guards beside him.

"Yes." The warriors of Prince Ward's guard chose to target the other noble swordsmen, and with a shout, they rushed forward together, crashing into the noble swordsmen with their bodies, once they were knocked to the ground on the battlefield, they would pay the price of their lives.

"Ugh." Count Yves held a short sword in his left hand, his knees were slightly bent, his weight was shifted downward, his feet were pulled apart in a T-step, and the sword and hammer formed a scissor shape aimed at Turazov.

"Hmph." Turazov did not dare to be careless, he picked up the shield of a fallen soldier under his feet, faced Count Yves with a battle axe, and slowly moved around him under his feet, trying to find a flaw in Count Yve.

The sounds of the surrounding fighting seemed to gradually move away from them, and it seemed that only the two of them were facing each other between heaven and earth, each other's breathing was clearly audible, Turazov looked at Count Yves's eyes, and the back of his hand holding the weapon burst into green tendons like earthworms, they were like two lions of equal strength, and at the moment when they found each other's necks, they would show their fangs with all their strength and bite each other's vital points.

The Viking raiders led by Julian and Herman broke into the baggage camp of the Radar people, and in the face of the sudden attack, it was clear that the Radar people were not prepared enough to deal with it.

"Poof~ah~~." The Viking warrior struck a soldier on the radar guarding the baggage in the face with a battle axe in his hand, knocking him to the ground, and Julian and the others quickly dealt with the defender guarding the baggage.

"Let's light the fire!" Herman lit the torches and lit the corners of the cloth covering the baggage, and the flames gradually gathered from the four sides to the middle, and soon a raging fire burned.

The Viking warriors also picked up the torches in their baggage, and set fire to the other grain and grass, and seeing that the task of burning the grain had been completed, Julian and the others threw the torches into the fire, and quickly fled from the shortcut they came.

"Ping~~." In front of them, Turazov and Count Yves were fighting fiercely, both of them were strength fighters, Yves's war hammer struck on Turazov's shield, and when Turazov slashed at Iv with his battle axe, Ifu held it with a short sword, and the dirt on the ground was gradually trampled into small pits under their feet.

"Whew, whew, whew." Turazov looked at the Mecklenburg nobleman in front of him in tight armor, although the other party was missing a hand, but the war hammer mounted on the prosthetic limb was even more weird, making Turazov unable to visually inspect the range of the attack, which made Turazov very uncomfortable.

"Come on, boy." Yves yelled at Turazov, trying to provoke the warriors on the radar.

"Oh woo~." Turazov placed his shield in front of him like a bull crashing into Yves, and if Ifs was knocked to the ground, Turazov would only have to wield a battle axe to kill Ives.

"Whew." Yves didn't make a hard fuss with the other party, he stepped to the side steadily, dodging the impact of the other party.

"Hey." At this moment, Turazov showed a smug smile, and saw him abruptly abandon the shield in his hand and kick the ground with both feet.

"Count Yves be careful, it's a leap in the radar." Count Ron, who had been paying attention to the battle situation, exclaimed, they, the lords behind the warriors, could see the overall situation very clearly, when they saw Yves and Turazov fighting each other, they not only focused on the two, but when they saw Turazov cunning under a disguise, but jumped and slashed at Yves with the tomahawk in his hand, Count Ron couldn't help blurting out.

"Oops." The other lords were also surprised, Yves was the brother of Arrod, Duke of Mecklenburg, and everyone knew that Arold valued his family very much, and if Yves died here, they were afraid that even if they won the victory, they would not be able to explain to Arold.

"Whew, crossfire." Yves didn't expect the cunning Turazov to suddenly make a leap in the radar, and he hurriedly raised his warhammer and knelt down on one knee, trying to use the sliding of his strike weapon to unload Turazov's attack.

"Ping-pong, woo~~." However, Turazov's force was too great, and the tomahawk slashed at Yves's war hammer, but the attack continued to slash downward, but Yves's engagement did change the direction of the attack, and the tomahawk grazed the war hammer and hit Yves's shoulder.

"Damn." Turazov's feet fell to the ground, and although his tomahawk slashed Ive's shoulder, the armor on Ive's body was a sophisticated composite armor made at the Mecklenburg smelting base, made of four buckles of the best steel rings, and at the same time, it was protected by plate armor made of quenching method in key parts, and the tomahawk failed to break the armor after slashing the armor.

"Whew, that's careless." Yves knelt on one knee, sweat dripping from his helmet to his back, and although the armor blocked the attack, Yves felt as if his collarbone was broken, and the slightest movement would make him feel excruciating pain.

"Hahaha, the head of a Mecklenburg nobleman belongs to me." Turazov turned to face Yve, who could be seen from the armor he was wearing, a Frankish nobleman of great status.

"I didn't expect to, would I die here?" The corners of Yve's mouth grinned, and dying on the battlefield as a knight can be said to be the greatest honor.

"May the God of War give you a place in the Temple of the God of War because of your bravery." Turazov kicked If's short sword, ripped off If's helmet with one hand, and raised the tomahawk in his hand, at which point If's eyes were closed, ready to accept his fate.

"Oh no, Count Yve." The vassals turned pale with fright when they saw Eve's danger, and then these vassals all ordered a general attack regardless of the situation, hoping to recapture Ive.

"Kill~~." The wave-like Mecklenburg army rushed desperately towards the radar people as if they were crazy, and even the counts personally led the knights of the Inner Palace, completely desperate to storm the position.

"Die~~." Turazov rushed at Ive's head and chopped off the raised tomahawk.

"Lord Count Yve." Earl Ron and the others roared with all their might, and they rode on their horses and waved their swords desperately, like lonely boats on the battlefield.

"Hiss~~." Arold was riding on a war horse, and for no reason, he felt that his heart was very stuffy, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Lord Duke, what's wrong with you, your face is not very good, do you want to take a break." Sean asked Arrod.

"No, let's hurry up and meet Herman as soon as possible." Arold always felt a bad omen in his heart, and he ordered Sean and the others.

"Yes, Lord Duke. Do you hear that? They all hurried on their way. Ted listened to Arrod's order and repeated the order loudly to the cavalry, the cavalry were fine, but the captives suffered enough.

"Don't let anything happen!" Arold looked at the sky, and at this time, the sunset reflected the sky bright red, as if the sky was bleeding, which added to the ominous thoughts in Arold's heart.

On the battlefield, Turazov maintained a posture of clenching the tomahawk and swinging it, he gasped, his chest rose and fell violently, and the sound of fighting in his ears became more and more intense, and the Mecklenburgers almost seemed to go crazy.

"Huh, I thought you were a real warrior who could face your own failures, but I didn't expect it to be too ugly." Turazov stood up, spat on the ground, and said disdainfully to Yves, who rolled to the side and dodged the tomahawk chop.

"Hey, something came to me so I can't die yet, uh." Yves grabbed the weapon of a dead spearman beside him with a trembling hand, the left half of his body completely immobile by this time, but he grabbed the spear with his left hand.