The appearance of the hoplite knight means that Arold finally sent out the elite in his hands without reservation, Sir Ben led the knights of the Brothers of St. John to erect the extra-long carbine and slowly entered the battlefield, they attracted the attention of all parties as soon as they appeared, Bilis looked at the extra-long carbine like a forest, sweat flowed down his cheeks, he didn't expect the Germans to equip their knights with this imposing looking carbine, you can imagine the well-trained knights charging side by side, No one will be able to resist and survive under the carbines.

"May the gods curse you, and may your body rot and stink, damned Arrod." Cursing in his mouth, Bilis looked behind him and saw that there was no one to send except his own cavalry.

"Ah~~~." The battle had been going on for a whole day, and the soldiers on both sides were exhausted, and as long as there was a new force in the hands of the unengaged in battle at this time, the balance of victory was likely to tilt in favour of either side, in later professional military terms, to see whose reserves could be kept to the rear, and it was clear that Biliss did not understand this experience that his father, the Grand Chief of Mecklenburg, had taught him.

"I'm going to kill that bastard myself." Billis saw Arrod's banner heading towards the left flank, he tightened the reins in his hand, clamped his hip with his legs, and headed in the direction of Arrod, the weapon in Bilis's hand was an iron sword made of hollowed-out gold with a hilt, showing his noble and tycoon status, and when he drew this sword, the cavalry behind him also drew their swords. In his left hand, he holds a round wooden shield.

"Look, Lord Count, the banner of Biliss has moved." At this time, a knight of the Inner House beside Arrod saw Bilis's actions and hurriedly reported to Arrod.

"Leave him alone, speed up the attack." Arold glanced at the opposite side as he rode his horse, and sure enough, Billis led his personal cavalry to charge straight towards him, but he was still a step too late, and Arold and his knights of the Inner House had already made a detour to the left flank, and they were not arranged in a wedge formation like the light cavalry, but in three linear arrays. This is to maximize the power of the extra-long carbine in their hands.

"Lord Earl. We're done with the queue. One of the knights of the Inner Palace, a knight with a white feather on his helmet, knocked his horse and walked to the left of Arrod to report to him.

"Very well, you should know the trick of Ron. Carry the leather strap over your shoulder at the moment of the charge. Aim the tip of the carbine at the front. Arjod looked at the young knight. His name was Ron, the child of a distant relative sent to him by Baron Wendell, and with him eleven companions, all of whom were the children of nobles who had various blood ties with the Wendell family. The family background is innocent and knows the roots, so Arold incorporated them into his inner palace knights.

"Rest assured, Lord Count, my companions and I know how to use this carbine." Ron nodded vigorously, although he was a real noble child, but because his father did not have a fief, his livelihood became a problem as an adult, and as an innocent son of a family, he was unwilling to be a green forest robber or become a hired knight who fought for money, at this time, Baron Wendell's letter of recommendation was delivered to him like timely rain, and becoming a knight of the inner palace of a great nobleman was like bread falling from the sky, which meant that he had a stable income and the opportunity to get further advancement, So without saying a word, he came to Mecklenburgshire, and successfully became the Knight of Arrod's Inner Palace.

"Knights, for the sake of honor, charge ~~ to the end of hell." Arold lowered his mask, raised his sword in his hand, stood on his horse with his feet kicked, and shouted at his knights of the Inner Palace, which were composed of knights from the Wendell family and knights presented by the Bishop of Mainz.

"For the sake of honor~~~." The knights of the inner palace are all vigorous young people, and the desire for honor and status makes them have an indomitable spirit, which is deeply imprinted in their bones of aristocratic arrogance, when the knights wearing chain heavy armor under the crotch slowly stride, gradually from slow to trot to gallop, the sound gradually changed from the gentle sound of hooves to the roar of thunder.

"Boom~~~." When more than thirty knights of the Inner Palace, led by Arold, appeared on the side of the soldiers of Bilis, the Slavic soldiers were stunned to see the spears holding high like a forest, and the spears in the hands of the knights trembled left and right at the top of the gallop, but when the horses driven by the knights galloped to a position about a hundred yards away from the Slavic soldiers, they shouted loudly and put the leather strap on the horse pistol on their right shoulder, and put down the flat end of the horse pistol slightly obliquely.

As fast as lightning and thunder, the knights of the inner house cut into the butter like hot knives in the wild shouts, and rushed into the originally dense crowd of Slavs, sharp spears, high-speed collisions of war horses, and strong arms of knights, these terrifying elements were superimposed to form a terrifying destructive force, making the dense formation of the Slavs thin, and the knights trampled countless Slav corpses under the horses.

"No~~~." When the loss of troops reached one-third, even the best army, the brave and warlike soldiers would flee timidly because most of their companions were killed, and the situation faced by Bilis's soldiers was even more dangerous, the front was an impregnable phalanx of spears like a city wall was constantly advancing, and the flanks were hit by the knights of the Inner House who used extra-long horse pistols that were terrifying at a glance, Ears were filled with the sound of miserable howls and the noise of war horses colliding on human bodies.

"Run, we're defeated." The infantry of Bilisi fled from the direction of the left flank of Arrod, and the collapse of morale spread like a plague, and the deserters fled in all directions despite the whip and roar of their leader, and the Bilisian infantry regimental command system had completely collapsed by this time.

"Chief, should we step back into the valley?" The people around Biliss suggested one after another.

"I~~~." Bilis looked at the soldiers who led the knights of the inner province to drive away those who tried to resist in his infantry regiment, as well as the soldiers who constantly attacked and captured him, he didn't feel any pain in the fingernails that cut his palms with the reins of his horse, he really wanted to leave everything behind just to kill the hateful Arrod, but in the end reason prevailed over his anger, and in the phalanx of the knights and spears who were motivated by the victory, he had no chance to kill Arrod, and the best way at this time was to push down the valley and gather his subordinates, Wait for the right time to compete with Arrod.

"Woo, woo, woo~~~~." A muffled trumpet sounded in the direction of Bilis, and the Slavs knew that this was an order to retreat, and Bilis's banner swirled and retreated into the valley behind, followed by the remnants of the defeated army as if the tide had receded.

"It's disgusting." Arold unveiled his mask, his face was covered with sweat, he watched the retreating Billis put his sword back into the scabbard in frustration, the knights who had attacked and killed Billis had already been dispatched, and at this time he had no troops to mobilize to intercept Billis, so he could only watch Billis's flag retreat calmly away from the battlefield.

"It's a great victory, Lord Earl." John Berg carried his halberd and ran to Arrod's side, and he looked up at Arrod on his horse and congratulated him, crushing Bilis's army and forcing Bilis to withdraw from the battle was a perfect victory for any medieval nobleman.

"Victory?" Arold did not think so, although the enemy's forces were badly damaged, but many of the soldiers escaped without any problems, and it only took one night for them to regroup under the banner of Bilis, which meant that the enemy's vital strength was not completely destroyed, and more importantly, their banner and leader Biliss were not dead or captured.

"Isn't that a victory? Shouldn't we celebrate? John Berg looked strangely at Arrod, who was riding away, and was a little puzzled, and he asked Ron, who had to shrug his shoulders.

Ted was very dissatisfied with the special forces and the baggage pack horses, and he felt very dissatisfied with why the Count did not send him to the front, and he felt like an ant on a hot pan as he watched the desperate swordsmen with scars on their shoulders talking to each other with scars on their faces, and the serious smiles on the faces of the pikemen, and the haughty knights chasing the Slavs around.

"Lord Ted, Lord Count is looking for you." At this time, Arrod's personal attendant rode to his side and ordered him, Ted was relieved to hear the news, it seems that the Earl has not forgotten himself, but he does not know what happened to Julian.

"Lord Count." When Arold returned to his tent after the battle, Ted followed his personal attendant to Arold's tent, where he saw the Javelinmen sitting on the ground outside the tent with their heads bowed down, their faces exhausted and scarred, and they did not look like a victor at all.

", I don't want to see you again." When Ted came to the outside of the tent, from inside came the roar of Arrod, the roar was like thunder on the ground, which made the hearts of the people outside the tent beat rapidly, and here were all soldiers who had been baptized by blood and war, but they all felt trembling from the bottom of their hearts in the face of the roar, because this was the anger of a great nobleman, the anger of their monarch, Arrod, Count of Mecklenburg. (To be continued......)