In the open space between Willeburg and the castle village, hundreds of Slavs who had known each other were fighting together, they were all people who had lived in this land for generations, but now they were wielding their swords for their different religious beliefs, and the green grass was stained with a lot of red liquid, and their bloodless pale faces fell among the weeds, and the corpses trembled a few times from time to time, not because they were not cheated or not dead, but because the people in the melee accidentally stepped on them.

"Ah~~~." A Slavic nobleman who tried to sneak up on Julian from behind suddenly screamed, and he didn't know when an arrow appeared in his shoulder, but the arrow only pierced a piece of leather armor on his shoulder, and the sharp arrow did not penetrate his body deeply, so the Slavic nobleman was only hit by the inertia of the arrow.

"Ms. Marty." Julian was swinging his sword right away to slash at other enemies trying to get close to him, when he heard something unusual behind him and quickly turned his horse's head, and he saw that a hundred paces away from him, Marty was holding the bow in his hand and looking this way.

The most elite in Willleburg is the archers, the lord Marty himself is an excellent archer, under her leadership, the archers in the castle have to hold a bow and arrow tournament every month, and select excellent archers from the tournament, of course, every time the title of archer is taken away by Marty, this is not because she is a lord and humble and flattering, but Marty does have the ability to take this title, but even if it is those archers who are eliminated, their archery skills are not bad, At this time, the Wille archers began to show their skills in this melee, and the rebel soldiers were often killed by arrows from unknown directions in the middle of the fight.

At this time, the two sides have already fought in a melee, and the borders of the formations that were clearly distinct from each other at the beginning have become blurred, and now you have me and I have you, and most of the soldiers are fighting each other, but the rebels are more numerous. Therefore, it is not uncommon to see two or three people beating up a Willer soldier, but fortunately, the Willer soldiers received military training in the castle, and they were much better than the rebel farmers in terms of food and nutrition, so they fought each other for a while.

"These bastards are useless." The leader of Lu Sien couldn't help but curse when he saw that several Slavic nobles couldn't beat Julian, although these Slavic nobles were not good at fighting on horseback. And like to fight on foot.,But it's also a military training since childhood.,Good at fighting.,The best thing is to use weapons like big shields and spears.。

However, they met Julian, the bastard who had lived in a harsher environment since he was a child, and needed to work harder to get Sir Ivan's approval, so whether it was sword skills or horse combat, Julian was an extremely good warrior, and fighting on a horse required strong manipulation ability, after all, the war horse under the crotch was livestock. Even if it is well tamed, it will run on its own, and at this time, it requires the superb control ability and combat ability of the horse knight, otherwise it will not be able to slash the enemy on the back of a bumpy horse.

"Ahhh Just as Marty and Julian were leading the soldiers of Willer to fight hard, suddenly there was a shout of killing from their right flank, and one of the leaders himself mounted his horse and launched an attack from the flank, although the horse they were riding was not really a trained war horse, but only a shorter pack horse, knowing that raising horses was definitely not a simple matter. This important ancient means of transportation needs to be carefully cared for, but the side on horseback in war is always able to act suddenly.

"How come they still have horses?" Julian was taken aback. Originally, they thought that the rebel nobles preferred to fight on foot, and the Slavic nobles hated shaking on their horses, which made them feel unsure, but now the rebel nobles themselves led the infantry on horseback to attack from the flanks.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong ~~~." The nobleman, who led the packhorse cavalry, brandished the sword in his hand and rushed into the middle of the soldiers of Willleburg. The direction of their charge was exactly where the archers were concentrated, and the archers who were concentrating on shooting arrows with their bows were suddenly attacked by a group of cavalry, and they were immediately caught off guard, and the brave archers immediately threw away the bows in their hands and drew out the short swords at their waists, but how could the short swords deal with a group of cavalry. They were struck aside by the horses, and in a daze, the swords and swords on the horse's back were mercilessly slashed at the archers.

"Marty." Seeing the direction of the rebel cavalry's charge, Julian exclaimed, because it was where Marty stayed, and his concern for Matty made him immediately kick the horse's belly with the spurs on his feet, and the war horse under his crotch galloped reflexively under the pain, and the Slavic nobles who tried to block it hurriedly dodged to the side, the knights' horses were carefully selected and raised tall horses, and this kind of strictly trained war horses could even bite and kick the enemy on the battlefield to help the master fight.

Marty watched the rebel cavalry scatter the archers she had brought, she drew the sword at her waist and stepped forward without fear, the sword collided with each other with a crisp sound, but she was soon drowned in the shouts of the crowd, losing the support of the Weller archers, and the infantry was quickly defeated.

"Gray Law ~~~." Just as Marty swung his sword and slashed at the rebel cavalry rushing towards him, a rebel soldier armed with a pitchfork suddenly rushed from the left, and the pitchfork stabbed Marty's mount in the eye.

"Your Lord." The horseback attendant, who was beside Marty with the banner, shouted in astonishment, and he saw Marty fall off his horse and roll on the ground a few times before moving, at which point if the lord had died in battle they would have lost.

"Well, I'm fine, keep fighting." Luckily, Marty quickly staggered to her feet with her hands on the ground, and she shook her head, not bothering to pat the dirt on her body, and gave orders to the Willer soldiers beside her.

"Marty, are you alright?" Julian also rushed to Marty's vicinity at this time, he had just seen Marty get knocked off the horse, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest, and now he was always relieved to see that she was safe and sound.

"I'm fine." Marty nodded at Julian, in fact, she herself thought she was going to die, but Marty felt a blow to her right arm and right rib, and the pain caused sweat to drip down her forehead, and her face turned a little pale.

"Marty, we have to retreat." Julian, of course, noticed Marty's abnormality, as a knight he was well aware of the situation, the morale of the Willer soldiers was already very low, at this time Marty was wounded again, many people saw her fall from their horses, their numbers were getting smaller and smaller, no need to ask if there must have been soldiers who fled in the chaos, while the rebels were demoralized.

"No, no, we're going to fight to the last man." Marty stubbornly refused, tearing off the hem of her skirt under her armor and wrapping a strip of cloth around her right arm, tying the sword to her right arm.

"Please forgive me for my rudeness." Julian shook his head, he said to Marty, and then he stepped forward, leaning forward before Marty could react, stretched out his strong arms, and pulled the stubborn female lord onto his horse, and then kicked the horse under his crotch, and retreated in the direction of Willeburg.

"Oooh, we're victorious." Looking at the lord's banner far away from the battlefield, and the defeated Willer soldiers who retreated in twos and threes, the leader of Lu Sien didn't even have time to wipe the blood on his face, he raised the battle axe in his hand and tapped the edge of the shield, and cheered loudly to the rebel soldiers around him.

"Oooh." The rebel soldiers also shouted excitedly, many of them were too tired to stand, and when they heard their victory, they simply sat on the ground, and some of the quick-witted people turned their eyes to the ground, looking for valuable things on the dead corpses on the ground, usually the good weapons and armor on the corpses would be looted by the leaders, but the trinkets and money bags on the corpses could sometimes fall into the hands of ordinary soldiers.

"Lower the drawbridge and open the city gates, and the lord is back." The soldiers who stayed in the Ville Castle saw Julian galloping with Madame Marty on horseback from the watchtower, and hurriedly shouted orders to the soldiers guarding the city gate, the wooden drawbridge was slammed down on the moat, and the two strong wooden doors opened from the inside, and the people in the castle looked at the wolf lord and the soldiers who were following behind in surprise, and did not expect that Marty and the others would be defeated so completely.

"Why leave the battlefield, we are obviously close to winning." Returning to Willleburg, Marty's roar rang out in the lord's bedroom in the main tower, and the stubborn young female lord stamped her feet angrily.

"Calm down Marty, if we don't retreat, we're probably going to be surrounded outside, and we have to admit our defeat." Julian looked into Marty's eyes and explained to her.

"Hiss~~~." The maid wrapped a white thick linen around Marty's ribs, but because of the force, Marty's tears were about to flow from the pain, and she was indeed injured by falling off the horse.

"Miss Marty, please go to the window and have a look." At this moment, a servant said to Marty and the others in a panic, and after listening to his words, Marty pushed away the maid who had bandaged him, and walked with Julian to the window, through the window of the main tower of Guò, you could see the situation outside the castle, only to see that the rebels, led by the triumphant leader Lusen, actually blocked the gate of the castle, as if they were preparing to attack the castle. (To be continued......)