In order to succeed in the raid, Sir Will gathered all the soldiers with bows, although most of the bows in the hands of the rebel soldiers were rudimentary single bows, but under the cover of night, the noble soldiers were suddenly attacked and panicked.

The flames were so bright that the panicked noble soldiers overturned the bonfire and accidentally set the baggage on fire, which added to the chaos in the barracks.

"Rush, slaughter these bastards~~~." Seeing that the aristocratic private soldiers, who had been invincible in the past, were panicked like headless flies, the peasant rebels, who had been waiting for a long time, shouted loudly and raised their rudimentary weapons in their hands, and rushed into the barracks.

"Where's the pikemen? Knights get on their horses, where are the swordsmen? Lance rushed out of the tent in shock, he looked at the mess around him with a bloodless face, and the trench dug by the Mecklenburg regiment had not been used by the noble soldiers of Mason, so that the peasant rebels could cross without hindrance.

"Oh~~~~." In the night, the peasants raised the sharpened wooden sticks in their hands and stabbed them into the throat of a noble private soldier who had no time to react, blood gushed out from the throat, and the heavily armed noble private soldier opened his eyes wide, not believing that the peasant who was once as docile as a lamb and allowed to be slaughtered by him would become his own death.

"Occupy the heights." Dressed in chain mail and armed with a sword, Sir Will rushed into the camp surrounded by peasants, brandishing his sword and directing his soldiers to remove the archers from the wooden towers of the camp.

"Prepare the horses, where's my horse?" In the darkness of the night, Lance felt like he was caught in a vast ocean, and there was shouting and noise everywhere, and he didn't care to put on his helmet and shouted to his attendants.

"My lord, the stables are under attack. The horses all ran away. The attendant reported in a panic.

"What the hell." Lance's face was pale, he did not expect that in just three days, they would be surrounded by the rebels again.

"We're fighting our way out." The noble barons were also warlike warriors, and in this desperate situation, on the contrary, their blood was aroused, and the barons, who had no way out, drew their swords.

"Gather the knights of the family. We struck in one direction. ”

"That's right, these hillbillies can't withstand the knights' attacks." The slightly military-minded baron immediately came up with an idea, and it was approved by the others, and the other noble private soldiers could only ask for more blessings.

"Sir Will, the knights of the nobles are withdrawing from the battle." From a wooden building that had been conquered by the rebels, an archer of the rebels took advantage of the light of the fire to see the knights of various families in brightly colored robes, freeing themselves from their entanglements and converging in one place. So he immediately shouted to the wooden building.

"Hmph, I guessed they wanted to run." Sir Will stood at the foot of the wooden tower, he quickly climbed the wooden ladder a few steps, and looked at the chaotic battle from a high place, and he knew very well what the barons were thinking, and quickly judged the number of ways the nobles wanted to escape.

"Do you want us to gather our men to stop them?" A mercenary asked Sir Will.

"No, try your best to eliminate the noble private soldiers in the camp first, and leave the knights alone." Sir Will narrowed his eyes. He knew that it would be difficult to hold back a team of foot knights, especially the nobles who thought they were in a desperate situation. On the contrary, it will arouse their determination to die, so it is better to let them go and eat the noble private soldiers in the camp first.

Under this strategy of Sir Will, the actions of Lance and other nobles were not blocked, and there was even a suspicion of deliberately letting them go, which was a good thing for the Mason nobles to escape. But the noble private soldiers who were left behind in the camp were unlucky. Losing the effective support of the strong fighting power of the clan knights, and being abandoned by the clan leaders, this double blow caused many soldiers to lay down their arms and want to surrender.

"Hoohoo, damn mudlegs, wait until I get back to the territory. The army must be regrouped, and this time they will all be hanged. Lance fled the camp in disarray, and as soon as he got out of his predicament, he swore an oath to curse Sir Will.

"Rest in the woods and get some water, I'm dying of thirst." The other barons finally leaned on the trees as they passed through a grove, their hearts filled with frustration and frustration.

"This time I brought out all my soldiers, and now I can't assemble an army except for the old man and women." A baron complained.

"For this fight, I spent the last son in the treasury." The other baron, sitting on the ground, said dejectedly.

"Let's all cheer up, we can't just admit defeat like this, let a group of mud legs defeat us, and the nobles of other principalities won't know how to laugh at us in the future!" Lance stood in the middle of the barons and encouraged them, but the effect was not obvious.

"Bah, it's all your fault, for driving out Baron Fred and the Mecklenburgers, if they were still around, we wouldn't have been defeated." A nobleman close to Baron Fred angrily pointed at Lance and scolded.

"What? Are you trying to put the blame for the defeat on me? Lance shot back angrily.

"Don't make any noise, let's catch up with the army of the Mecklenburgers and ask them to defeat Sir Will and his bandits again." The other barons suggested.

"It's impossible, it's been three days, and they're sure they've all set foot in the Duchy of Bavaria." But it was said that the Mecklenburgers walked very quickly, and such a rapid marching speed was rare.

"Hey~~." Hearing this, the morale of the barons was really low, and at this time, the effective military force in the Mason Principality completely slipped through the cracks of their fingers.

"What are you listening to, Lord Baron?" Suddenly, a knight of the clan listened attentively, and the sound of horses' hooves seemed to come from the south.

"Are the mud legs chasing after you?" Lance asked, shocked.

"But it's not the right direction." There was a sober-minded nobleman who said to Lance with a frown.

Indeed, if the rebels were chasing, it should be in other directions and definitely not south, but the nobles were not allowed to think about it, the sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and the knights of the family nervously held their swords and waited solemnly.

"Gray Law ~~~." Quickly several knights rushed from the road, dressed in white and black cross shirts, uniformly dressed in chain mail, and wearing strange bottle helmets, and torches illuminating the dark road.

"It's a knight of the Mecklenburgers." From the woods, the hidden nobles and knights ran out in ecstasy, and the frightened Teutonic knights drew their swords at their waists.

"Who is it?" Earl Ron, who was the leader, scolded loudly.

"It's us, the nobles of Mason." The Mason nobles hurriedly revealed their identities, and if they were cut down by their own people in the dark night, they would not be able to draw it.

"Didn't you go south? Why is it here? Is it just you? The nobles of Mason asked a barrage of questions to the Teutonic knights.

"Oh, it's not just us. Behind us, the legion led by Lord Duke Mecklenburg is heading here, tell me where Sir Will and the thugs are. Earl Ron sat proudly on his mount, and he looked at these embarrassed Mason nobles with ecstasy.

"What? The Mecklenburg regiment didn't even go? ”

"What the hell is going on?" The Mason nobles looked at each other in wonder, wondering why the Mecklenburg Legion was at this time. (To be continued......)