The Kref knights jumped into the middle of the Mason light infantry, they brandished their swords and slashed wildly, the light infantrymen wore long-eared fur hats on their heads or had no protection at all, and they did not have enough armor protection on their bodies, so they could only hold heavy shields to resist, and the spears and dung forks in their hands poked at the knights' bodies, and it didn't hurt at all to be resisted by chain mail, and the light infantrymen with a little brain thought of using the long-handled weapons in their hands to deal with the war horses under the knights' crotch, But the knight-trained horses jumped like thunder and kicked the infantry around them with their hooves nailed to iron palms, and those who were kicked immediately broke their muscles and bones.

"The knight is indeed the king of the battlefield in this era." Arold stood dozens of paces away from where the knights had rushed in, and there was a dense wall of people between them, so Arold could take the time to comment on these Kref knights.

"Cook people, the nests are dripping people more and more like shells." Marcos saw that the light infantry, though numerous, were afraid and panting, while a dozen knights rode more and more bravely, as if they had no end of strength.

"Hey, it's so reluctant, these untrained soldiers can't use their strength at all." Arold nodded, he underestimated the training that knights in this era had received since childhood as a military elite, and every sword they swung was a muscle reaction formed by long-term training, so the deadly sword was bloody, and the condescending advantage of riding on a horse was even more irresistible. And those light infantry are simply a group of honest peasants, just seeing the knights who have to salute when they see them in the past makes them feel inferior, not to mention that those knights in full armor are majestic and imposing, so they have already lost in momentum before the battle starts.

"What should you do?" Marcos scratched his head and asked, he also felt that fighting with these peasants was already the limit.

"Use our secret weapon, we can't let these Clay ladies get too complacent." Arold saw a knight triumphantly stabbing a light infantry with a sharp sword, blood spurting out like mist, Arrod's brow furrowed, the noise of the surrounding weapons colliding made him even more upset, and he decided to let these knights know what it means to be outside.

"No." Rubbing his leather-gloved hands, Marcos trotted toward the Wendell soldiers led by Arrold, waving his arms as if to give orders.

"Aha, cowardly Mason, taste my sword." Knight Colbert is the knight left behind in Krev Castle, he is in the prime of life but his temperament is as brave and combative as a young man, this initiative attack is what he plucked, originally wanted to compete with Mason's knights, but he did not expect the other party to leave such a motley army, this is simply an insult to the honor of Knight Krev, he believes that under the attack of himself and his companions, these farmers will definitely scatter and flee.

"Whoosh~~~~." Just as Knight Corbett plunged his sword into the chest of an old peasant soldier and drew his sword, he suddenly saw a black shadow flying towards him from the cross gap in the helmet mask, and just before he could slow down, he heard the sound of a bell, and his head seemed to have been hit by some blunt object, and suddenly his brain was buzzing, he felt the world spinning, his neck seemed to be entangled by something, and his body involuntarily lost its balance and fell off the warhorse, in addition to the buzzing sound and the sound of people cheering, What the hell is going on?

"Damn it, try my South American multi-ball rope." Arold crossed his waist proudly and smiled, this kind of multi-ball beast rope from South America is actually similar to the tripping horse that Arold used to deal with Yves in the forest of Black Swamp Village, but it is made of several ropes with heavy objects tied together, and when it is swung, it can be thrown by inertia, which can wrap around the body of the prey, of course, if it is hit by a whirling weight, it will also cause fatal injuries.

"Whoosh, whoosh." Several armed servants of the Wendell family who had been trained by Arrod, some of them held one of the ropes of the multi-ball trapping rope and threw it, and some grabbed the center of the rope to throw, these two methods posed a great threat to the knights who had a high advantage on horses, and sometimes it was not necessarily a good thing to stand out from the crowd, as a result, five or six knights fell off their horses one after another, and the light infantry who were surrounded either grabbed or beaten with clubs in their hands, even the chain mail could not stop the group fight.

"Get off the horse, get off the horse." The knight of the squad who led the Kref knights, who had been fighting hard surrounded by light infantry, suddenly heard the screams of his familiar companions, so he looked around and saw that his companions had been knocked down by the enemy with strange weapons, such as sling-like weapons, which were simply the nemesis of horsemen, and he immediately roared loudly from his helmet.

The surviving Kref knights also reacted immediately, they jumped off their love horses with difficulty, and wanted to get into the crowd on foot, if they succeeded, Arold's armed servants would not be able to use the multi-ball beast ropes, but the sad thing is that the chain mail on the knights is too heavy, if the weight of the war horse will be completely borne by the war horse, but if you dismount not only need the help of the attendant to get off the horse, but the weight after dismounting can only be borne by the knight himself, which invisibly increases the consumption of physical strength.

"Despicable fellows." The knights relied on their superb riding skills and the cooperation of their horses, and finally broke through a clearing and jumped off their horses, but the other knights were not so lucky, when they tried to dismount, they were attacked by the light infantry, and fell to the ground awkwardly, if it were not for the cotton pad inside the chain mail to absorb part of the impact, it is estimated that the knights' bodies wrapped in the chain mail were enough to choke, and the body was pressed by the light infantry who pounced, and the sour body odor of the farmers suddenly rushed into the knight's nose. They waved their arms weakly, but they were as ridiculous as turtles that had turned their shells.

"Ping-pong." The knight of the squad took off the eagle-shaped shield hanging on the right side of his horse, and he slammed the infantry who wanted to approach him with a sword in one hand and the other hand.

"Stop." At this moment, Arold's voice came, and the surrounding light infantry pointed their spears at the surrounded knights, and the knights also took this opportunity to catch their breath, they felt their mouths dry, and they couldn't help but regret this reckless action, who knew that this ragtag army of farmers was so difficult, and that strange weapons.

"I ask to talk to the commander." The knight shouted angrily from his flat-topped helmet, and he only wanted to leave with his companions, but they were completely surrounded by the caravan, like rubber worms surrounded by ants.

"I am the Commander, the second son of the Wendell family, the squire Arrod." Dressed in leather armor and carrying a cold-forged sword at his waist, the name of the Terminator, Arrod huddled among the infantry, escorted by armed servants of the Wendell family, with multi-ball ropes in their hands.

"First of all, I would like to congratulate you from the bottom of my heart, I played well my lord." Seeing that the commander was a noble son, the knight's tone softened considerably, and he stuck his sword on the ground to show that he was not hostile, and then took off his helmet, revealing a resolute face.

"Say, are you going to surrender?" With a smile on his face, he saw several knights being captured by his men, and they were all alive, and wondered if he could exchange these knights for some ransom, and he couldn't help but feel much better.

"Not so, even though we are besieged here, you will lose many of your men if we continue to fight." The knight said with some weakness, but for the safety of his companions, he felt that he should stand up and solve the matter.

"You don't have to worry about that, I'm sure my people will defeat you." Arold shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, the knights he grabbed in his hands were enough for him to be busy, even if these surrounded knights relied on their chain mail and swords to escape, not to mention that it was difficult to escape far away in such heavy armor.

"Let's settle this matter fairly, my lord, just take it as a favor I owe you, duel with me, if you lose me and my people stay until ransom is ransom, if I win, please let us go." The knight suggested.

"Cook people, and listen to him." Marcos squeezed to Arrod's side, and he told Arjod that it would be a problem to lose the duel with such an advantage.

"Well, okay, I agree." But Arold didn't think so, he looked at the light infantry around him with wounds and blood on their faces, and they also looked at Arold breathlessly, although these people are often used as cannon fodder for low-level soldiers, but today they have done their best under the leadership of Arold, if they continue to fight hard for the sake of Arold's own safety, Arold feels that he can't do it.

"Thank you, sir." The knight breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn't sure if he would accept his proposal, after all, they were surrounded by people, and this squire knight named Arold still had a bunch of strange weapons under his hands, maybe only God knew what more strange weapons he had in his hands, and if he was wiped out here, it would be a great loss to his honor.

"Give you a few minutes to rest, and then let's start the duel." Arold said to the knight.

"Long live Lord Arrod, long live Lord Arrod." Arold sympathized with the soldiers and accepted the advice of the enemy knights, and saved the light infantry from facing the situation of these skilled knights, and Arrod's proposal to rest the knights with a chivalric demeanor also won the respect of the knights of Crane, and the knights respected the strong and respected the strong with a chivalric demeanor, so everyone present shouted in unison, this is really a wonderful moment.