The previously peaceful riverbank was now covered by the sound of shouts of killing and metal clashing, arrows fell from time to time in mid-air, the wounded lay on the ground and no one cared, and the dead soldiers fell in the mud, the surrounding scene was like purgatory, but Arold did not pay attention to everything around him at this time, he rushed forward desperately under the protection of the knights of the inner house, and from time to time the spears of the town militia passed through the gaps between the shields of the knights of the inner house, and Arold tried to find the exact location of the Count of Belengar while dodging.

The most terrible thing about the town militia is their long-handled axe, this heavy weapon strikes on the shield, often makes the arm of the person holding the shield numb, and the slightest flaw will be split into the body, among the town militia there is a big man who is taller than the others, he wears a leather long-eared hat, a leather apron hangs on his body, and holds an iron hammer in his hand, when the giant man wields the hammer, the shield that is hit immediately makes a cracking sound, and the knight in chain mail is hit and falls to the ground, The militias of the surrounding towns cheered.

"Well done Hammer Valck."

"Whew, whew." The giant's face was strangely white with spots, as if it had been burned by the splash of sparks, his beard curled, and his blue eyes stared fiercely at Sir Abel's knights of the Inner Palace, and he held a hammer in his hand in the direction of the Earl of Berengal.

"With Hammer Valk here, those damned Masons won't be able to move forward." The town militia rejoiced and said that this giant man named Valk was a town blacksmith in Hamburg, and he wielded a hammer and beat hot pieces of iron on the felt iron all day long, but because he was tall and fierce, the people in the town did not dare to associate with him, but he was nicknamed Hammer Valker, but he was so brave on this battlefield.

"Let me meet him." Yves saw that none of the knights of the Inner House were opponents of this giant man, and his advancing team was blocked in this tidal flat, and he was about to break through the defense line of the town militia, but he was blocked by this strange big man here.

"Damn the Masons, I'm not going to let you through, as long as I defeat you, I'll get a reward, and I can take my sister to the best doctor." Hammer Valk held his old fellow hammer, and he straddled the path like a half-cut iron tower, firmly guarding the road.

"Hmph, damn it, I don't know what you're talking about?" Yves didn't understand Valcke's thick nasal Hamburg native dialect, and he, who was also tall and powerful, didn't believe that his well-trained knight would lose.

"Bell~~~." The roaring Valk smashed the hammer in his hand at Yve, who hurriedly blocked it with the big sword in his hand, and the sword and the hammer collided together with a loud noise, and the two took a step back at the same time, Yve's brows tightened, and he opened his chain mail gloves with four fingers together, feeling his tiger mouth tingling, it was a terrible strange force.

"Yi." Hammer Valk also felt a little curious, his own hammer was almost uncontrollable, it was the arm strength that he had exercised in the blacksmith shop all day against the hot iron, and the knight in front of him had some strength to be able to take his hammer hard.

"Yves use crossings, don't fight hard." Arold said to Yves behind him, he saw the Count of Berengal riding a horse surrounded by the knights of the Inner House looking at him like this, although it was within three hundred meters, but Arold did not dare to really shoot with a crossbow, the distance of three hundred meters is not to say whether the foot crossbow in his hand can shoot through the Earl's chain mail, even the accuracy will definitely be much worse, so he needs to get a little closer to the Count of Berengarh, at least within a hundred meters, maybe because he saw his group blocked by the town militia, The Earl of Berengarh only glanced at him a few times, but did not notice Arrod, who was huddled among the knights of Sir Ebel's Inner Palace.

"It's good." Yves also felt that he couldn't fight hard with the monster in front of him, he bent his knees to shift his weight down, and when Valker struck the hammer at him, Yves used his sword to slide extremely skillfully to remove the weight of the hammer, but even so, Valker's strange power made Yves snort, so he lost the opportunity to fight back after the exchange.

"It's terrible." Arold felt sweat slip from his forehead at this time, their strange army was alone, if they were blocked here for a long time, it would inevitably be discovered by the Earl of Valengar, if they mobilized other troops to surround them, it would inevitably be the rhythm of the annihilation of the whole army, but if they could not defeat the strange blacksmith in front of them, they would not want to move forward half a step, and at this time everyone's eyes were focused on Yves and Hammer Valk.

"Woo, woo." At this moment, a low horn sounded from the direction of Sir Ebel, which was Sir Ebel's all-out attack in order to attract the Earl of Berengar, the light infantry fought bravely under the leadership of Sir Berengar, desperately pushing the enemy out of his trenches, and sure enough, Sir Abel's fierce attack attracted the attention of the Earl of Berengar, who was not paying attention to the strange army close to him, but thought that this was a soldier who accidentally broke through his own defense.

"Don't underestimate the knight." Yves put the sword in the deception position and set a trap, and Valker, who had no swordsmanship training, was really fooled, he thought that Yve's strength was not exhausted, so he picked up the hammer and slammed it at Yve's head, the hammer fell with the wind, if it hit Yve's head, he would definitely kill Yves on the spot, but Yve's eyes were shining, he exchanged his steps and dodged the blow sideways, turned and stepped to Walker's side, and slashed the sword diagonally down through Valk's legs, where the sword slashed and brought out the blood, just when Valk let out a scream and half-crouched, Yves hit the back of Valker's head with the hilt of his sword with his backhand, and there was a round cake filled with lead at the hilt, which was very heavy, and Walker, who was hit in the back of the head, shook and fell to the ground, bringing up a layer of floating earth.

"Finally got rid of this big guy." Although Arold wondered why Yves did not kill Valk, but at this time the time was not the time to ask, the surrounding town militia saw the strongest Valk being knocked down, their faces showed a look of fear, Sir Abel's inner knights of course would not let go of this good opportunity, they slammed these town militias with their shields, and used their swords to bring blood rain among the town militia.

"What's going on there?" The Earl of Berengarh turned his head from his war horse in dissatisfaction, and he was staring intently at the banner of Sir Ebel, the banner of the abominable Duke of Mason's family rose and fell in the sea of people, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, like a boat in the waves of the sea, the Earl was very dissatisfied with the sluggishness of his town militia, these strong town militiamen in leather armor and armed with sharp weapons could not even deal with a group of farmers, and they should really be severely whipped. The noise coming from his left annoyed the Count even more, for the discipline of the conscripts was notoriously lax, and even the sudden leap of a rabbit would cause them to panic, they had no knightly bravery and a spirit of honor, but a bunch of sluts.

"Lord Earl, it seems that a group of knights from the Inner House has broken in." The adjutant looked closely and reported to the Earl of Berengar.

"Knight of the Inner House, read that mistake, my dear friend you should be dazzled, Sir Able is in front of us, and his Knight of the Inner House must be there, don't care about those trivial things, order my Knight of the Inner House to attack, be sure to capture Sir Abel alive before dark." The Earl of Berengarh said confidently, he didn't believe that Sir Able would dare to send his own knights in such a disadvantageous situation, thinking that Sir Able must have sent a few knights to supervise the battle in order to increase his morale, and it had no impact on the battle situation at all.

"Yes, Lord Count." Although there were some doubts, since the Count of Belengal thought that it was not related, the adjutant did not dare to say anything more.

The arrogance of the Earl of Berengar will pay a heavy price for it, and the town militia will not be able to stop the full attack of Sir Ebel's knights, and the knights form a small wedge formation, which surrounds Arold in the middle, and this formation is like a hot knife cutting into butter among the town militia, and it is getting closer and closer to Sir Ebel, 300 meters, 250 meters, 100 meters.

"Huhu, isn't Arrod still good? I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long. At this time, Yve's body was covered with the coat of arms of the Wendell family, which was stained with viscous blood, his gloves were full of red, and the sword would drip blood when it stopped wielding, and the knights of the inner palace around him were also embarrassed, and the reason why they still insisted on it was completely a sense of honor and stubborn belief supporting them.

"It's still a little close, Yves come on." Arold also knew that he was a little strong, but at this time they were already snakes in the bamboo tube, and there was only one way to go, that is, to successfully shoot the Count of Belengal, but Arold knew that he only had one chance to make a move, and if he couldn't strike a blow, his group of people would die without a place to be buried, and the angry Count of Belengar would definitely not show mercy to his assassins.

"Okay, let's go, Arrod looks at you, rush, brothers." Yves gasped, he glanced at Arrod, who was also covered in blood, but still clutched the crossbow in his hand, Yves suddenly threw away his big sword and rushed forward, he used his stout body to crash away the town militia in front of him with his bare hands, exposing the gap where these town militiamen were side by side.

"Lord Arrod, come on." The other knights of the Inner House also threw away their weapons and formed a human wall with their bodies, dividing the ranks of the town militia into a small gap.

"Thank you, thank you." Arold saw that these knights completely put their own safety at risk, the enemy's spear stabbed their bodies, and the axe slashed at their helmets, but the knights of the inner palace still gritted their teeth and persevered, tears flowed from Arold's eyes, but in order to live up to the sacrifice of the knights, Arold took out the strength of a hundred-meter sprint and squeezed out of the gap.

When he rushed out of the array formed by the town militia, there was an open area in front of him, and Arold saw that fifty meters in front of him, the Count of Berengal was riding on a horse with a smug look, a key heraldic flag fluttering behind the Count, and several knights of the Inner House of the Earl of Berengal wore bottled helmets and turned their heads to look at themselves, but maybe they didn't expect why Arold appeared in the commander's place, and where the knights were.

"Ah~~~." Arold felt his heart beating so violently, but he methodically raised the crossbow in his hand, and quickly moved his body towards the Count of Berengar, who was wearing a canine-mouthed helmet, and at the closest place to the Count, he pulled the trigger sharply, only to hear a whoosh, and the crossbow bolt was ejected by the machine and flew towards the head of the Count of Berengar.

"Wow~~~." With the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air and the muffled sound of hitting the iron helmet, Arold saw the Count of Belengar fall backwards on his back, his hands slashing in mid-air, and the moment his body fell from the horse under his crotch, he hit the squire who was waving the flag behind him, and the key heraldic banner also fell to the left, and the surrounding knights of the inner palace let out a frightened cry, and the frightened neighing of the war horse sounded, and Arold fell to the ground in exhaustion.