The heavy cavalry circled like an eagle around the fresh meat, and when it was attacked unexpectedly, the army led by the boar brothers finally collapsed, except for the swordsman company composed of the sons of the nobles who still had the courage to fight, the others were scurrying around like headless flies, and the javelin cavalry certainly would not let go of this good opportunity, and when the enemy fled with their backs to them, the light cavalry should unceremoniously follow and kill, and try to destroy the enemy's living forces, which is clearly stipulated in the cavalry regulations of Mecklenburg.

"Arrod, let's see." Grover fled into the forest with his brothers, who knew how to hide themselves so well that the hussars could not find them.

"This band of barbarians from the Black Forest is also worthy of calling themselves nobles." Watching the boar brothers flee without any sense of honor, and the company of noble sons and daughters scolding at their backs, the commander left his army and fled, there is nothing more dishonorable than this.

"Even if the brothers are at a disadvantage, we will fight to the end, until the sword is shattered and the spear is broken." The noble swordsmen roared, and the heavy cavalry of the squire felt a hint of fear, and some of the members began to turn their horses and flee, but Osvid and the others who remained still fought with their swords.

"Let Sir Ron help the squires." Arold took off his helmet and wiped the sweat and blood from his sleeve as he relayed the order to the herald.

"It's the Earl, take it." The herald immediately came to the knightly team led by Sir Ron, and conveyed Arrod's order, although Arold had done his best to convey the order for support, but in this back and forth, some of the fighting squires were knocked off their horses by the noble swordsmen, and before the little squire could stand up. A sharp sword pierced him in the abdomen, and the chain mail failed to protect his body, and these noble Germanic swordsmen were very skilled with swords.

"Hmm." Looking at the slain companions, the members of the squire group began to waver, after all, they were still a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old young people, and they had not experienced much blood and killing. In a moment of hesitation, little Pine was slammed off his horse by several swordsmen, rolling on the muddy and bloody ground, instinctively dodging the swordsmen who were chasing him.

"Little Pyne." Osvid shouted anxiously when he saw little Pyne being knocked off his horse, slashing left and right to reach his friend's side, but the noble swordsmen wielding great swords blocked his way.

"Ah, Lord Count." Little Pine faced the sky, and he saw a hideous-looking swordsman in an iron helmet, slashing at his head with a large sword. The sharp blade could have split his skull and kill him in a single moment, and at this moment, suddenly a black shadow flew past.

"Oh." The noble swordsman was stunned, and the big sword he raised couldn't fall for a long time, little Pine closed his eyes and waited for a long time without seeing the sword slash on his body, he mustered up the courage to open his eyes and saw that the swordsman had a throwing knife pierced in his right eye, and the flying knife only left a piece of wood handle outside, and the swordsman's body shook and fell on little Pine's body.

"Are you alright? Whew. At this time, a heavy cavalryman walked by little Pine. He also holds a bloody sword in his hand, and little Pyne knows him, who was originally Arrod's personal attendant, and was later incorporated into the standing squire regiment, named Shaun.

"Boom~~~~." Eventually, the elite knights attacked the ranks of the noble swordsmen from the rear, and the addition of this new force immediately tipped the scales of victory in Arold's side. The nobility of the swordsmen, who no longer had friendly forces to protect their left and right flanks, would have made anyone panic and hopeless, and the sons of the nobility, believing that they could no longer win, gathered in a circle and raised white flags as a sign of surrender.

"I'm Devit. Son of Sir Griffiths. We are willing to surrender, please give us the treatment that nobles deserve. "The nobles, in accordance with the rules of the battlefield, made a request to Arold to surrender, and since the opponent had planted his sword on the ground and raised the white flag, Sir Ron could not continue to attack them, so he ordered the knights to stop attacking and surround them, and wait for Arold to come and fall.

"Gotta get it~~~" After a while, Arold led the heavy cavalry here, looking at the proud sons of the nobility like little roosters, his face was as calm as water, and the war horse trotted and bumped and carried him around these people.

"Lord Earl, they demand surrender, uh, they are nobles." Sir Ron came to Arrod's side and said, emphasizing the identity and lineage of the other party.

"Your Excellency Lord Count Mecklenburg, we ask to be treated as prisoners of war according to the standard of nobility, and rest assured that we will swear by our honor and blood that we will not run away, and that our family will bring you a ransom." The name DeWitt. When the son of Sir Griffiths saw Arrod, he quickly raised his chin and said to Arrod.

"Throw aside all your swords and take off your armor." Arold turned his horse's head and pointed it at the nobles, and he said to them with a deep groan.

"Oh, okay." See Arrold speak, DeWitt. The son of Sir Griffiths thought that Arold had accepted this offer, and think that so many noble children could receive a large ransom, who could refuse? So he threw his sword aside, then took off his armor and put it beside him, and with the role of example, these noble children also put down their swords and armor, and then waited quietly for Arrod's fate, maybe it was imprisonment or courtesy, but it was much better than dying like ragtags.

"We've done as you tell us to." De Witt. The son of Sir Griffiths, dressed in a linen liner and trousers, stood in front of Arrod, who was on a horse, so he had to raise his head and speak.

"Good." Arold looked at the disarmed nobles with satisfaction, kicked his horse, and took a few steps forward to DeWitt. Next to Sir Griffith's son, without warning, he drew his sword and slashed DeWitt with a single blow. A stream of blood splattered on Arold's horse on the right shoulder of the son of Sir Griffith, and everyone, including Arrod's men, froze, their eyes wide as they could not understand why Arold had killed the polite son of the nobleman.

"What are you doing in a daze, slaughtering these beasts." Arod's eyes were red and he shouted, he raised his blood-stained sword "Terminator" and ordered his men.

"Oh, yes." Instinctively obeying orders, the heavy cavalry and knights drew their swords and rushed into the group of disarmed nobles to slash and slash, and in the sound of swords chopping flesh and bones and the screams of nobles and begging for mercy, blood soaked the ground and gradually turned into a trickle.

"Whew, whew, whew." Arold held the sword in his hand, panting and looking at the scene in front of him, the corpses and stumps were piled up as if it were a small mountain, and the young and even immature faces of the noble children opened their eyes wide, as if they did not believe it, and at this time Arold and his men were covered in blood, as if they had crawled out of purgatory.

"Dangchang." Sir Ron's sword fell to the ground, he looked up at Arrod with confusion and doubt in his eyes, and the others looked at Arold with the same gaze, it didn't matter how many enemies he killed on the battlefield, but it was the first time to kill an unarmed enemy.

"Watch me do what? These bastards slaughtered Fort Lida, my family all died at their hands, they didn't spare even the little ones, this is God's punishment for them, yes, it's the punishment of Heaven and the revenge of the Wendell family, don't try to hide with their filthy blood. Arold growled low from his throat, his gaze swept over to all of them, perhaps to himself.

"Yes, Lord Earl, we will always be loyal to you and your family." Sir Ron wiped his bloodied face with his sleeve and spoke loudly to Arrod.

"Eternal allegiance to you, Lord Earl." The others hurriedly followed.

"Lord Count, we found Miss Josephine in the forest." At this time, the javelinmen returned from the forest, their horses carrying several remnants of Fort Lidda, and a fainting Miss Josephine. (To be continued......)