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Finally, Sir Will could not bear it any longer, the power of the Mecklenburgers' long-range strikes was too dense, and if he did not carry out a Jedi counterattack, he was afraid that he would be wiped out without even a single enemy.

"Rush~~~." Sir Will, with his bravest soldiers, rushed out of the camp. The soldiers carried their captured armor and weapons, and although the coats of arms of the various families on their clothes were ridiculously mixed together, and they looked like a ragtag army, the coldness and numbness on the faces of these soldiers who had seen blood and put life and death aside made them look very strong.

"Whoosh~~~." To everyone's surprise, the bolts landed on them again, but the rebels lost far fewer because they were moving, and soon they crossed the broken wooden fence.

"Lord Lance, you always say that the Mecklenburgers let you take the lead, this time let you see the strength of the Mecklenburgers!" Arold looked at the embarrassed Lance and said it to him condescendingly.

"Let's get the pikes on the phalanx first?" Earl Ron asked Arrod.

"The Ward Guard stepped forward." Arold placed the killer heavy infantry in the first row, which was a rare formation, and the first row was usually a lightly armed but experienced veteran. And heavy infantry such as the Ward Guard, which is usually placed in the rear third row as a reserve, is put in at the most critical moment.

"Confident, Lord Duke." Baron Fred flattered Arrod.

"Wow~~~." Dressed in two layers of armor, the burly Ward Guards pushed through the others and walked to the front of the group, their tall and well-equipped equipment that attracted the attention of the noble knights and private soldiers who looked at the Slavs with fear.

"It has long been heard that the Duke of Mecklenburg was conquered by the West Slavs. Thus rising. However, looking at these terrible Slavs, I really don't know how he did it? The nobles of Mason were talking. It was the first time they had seen the Ward Guard in action.

"Oh oh oh~~~." The peasant rebels, like waves, rushed towards the Mecklenburg Corps. In the dead place, they are already crazy.

"Hey~~." The members of the Ward Guard, their knees slightly bent, the two layers of armor they wore made them stand firmly in front of the other soldiers like small iron towers, and the battle axes they held in both hands exuded a cold light.

The Slavic men of the Ward Guard collectively shouted violently, this one like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests. Unexpectedly, the charging rebels were stunned, and they actually felt a trace of fear in the face of a group of tall Ward guards wearing iron helmets, leather and chain mail double helmets, and holding shiny battle axes.

"Not good." Sir Will was in his heart, he knew that combat was all about courage and blood, so many generals paid great attention to the first charge, which could improve the courage of the soldiers and increase the intensity of the battle in the process of charging. This is also the reason why Sir Will knows that the rebels are poorly equipped in every battle, but he still has to charge first.

"Keep the charge. Don't hesitate. "At the critical moment, the mercenaries played a key role, some of them bit daggers, held swords in both hands, and wore their hair loose, without hesitation to take the lead in the charge, and the momentum of the rebel charge moved again under their leadership, but slightly lost the momentum of the beginning of the overwhelming sea.

"Charge." The Ward Guard is also unambiguous. They do not have the word fear in their dictionary and have been taken from their homes by their clan chiefs since childhood. Trained to the most rigorous, their lives are to fight, fight and fight. In the face of the charge of the rebels, they did not have the mentality of ordinary people to defend. For these Slavs, if the enemy begins to attack, then well, the only thing to do is to fight back.

"Ping Pong~~." Charging and counter-charging, fierce hand-to-hand combat, staged in this land, the rebels fighting for survival, and the Ward Guard, who had nothing to fight all their lives, tomahawks and swords clashing together, the roar of the Slavs, and the country slang of the peasants intertwined.

"Poof~~." The rebels were superior in numbers, but how could these weak peasants be the opponents of the elite warriors, at first they may have mustered up courage in the charge, but gradually when they saw their companions beside them, their heads smashed by the battle axes of the Ward warriors, their gray brains splashed out, and blood came into their eyes, the frightened people accounted for the majority, so they were even more afraid.

"Damn, how can this be?" Sir Will brandished his sword, and he parried the battle axe of Ward's weapon, which shook his mouth with pain, and his body took a few steps backwards, so that he could see everything around him, and the battle was clearly in favor of the Mecklenburgers.

"Count Ron, lead the whole army to assault!" At this point, Arrold didn't give Sir Will a glimmer of hope, and he nodded at Earl Ron, who was beside him.

"Yes, a full-fledged assault." Count Ron drew his sword, kicked the war horse under his crotch with his heel, and slowly advanced towards the battlefield, and the Mecklenburg legion pounced on the battlefield like a fierce beast that had already been unbearable.

"The spear is raised horizontally, and the thrust ~~~." The pikemen lined up in a line, led by the sergeant major, with their spears flat, and the tight formation was like a sophisticated machine, and the extra-long spears stabbed the rebel soldiers to the ground, even if someone tried to resist with the spears in their hands, but unfortunately the length was not enough.

"Swordsmen, it's time for us to perform." The two-handed swordsmen of Mecklenburg, full of personality, shouted and screamed, these people from death row prisoners and outlaws, now wearing armor and brightly colored smocks, many of them deliberately cut the flat edges of the smocks into strips with daggers and sharp weapons in order to show their character, and the strange edges of the smocks fluttered like lion's mustaches in the run, and the swordsmen proudly claimed that they were their flags.

Sharp two-handed swords, slashing at the rebel soldiers, these peasants who had never seen such a sharp and disregarding life and death, terrible fighting style, were split in half by the great sword, or pierced through the head by the sharp blade.

"It's really damnable, isn't there anything more exciting?" The two-handed swordsman, whose shirt was splattered with blood, was very dissatisfied with the performance of these peasants, and felt that it was not yet exciting to kill wild boars.

The battle was over in only half a day, and under the blow of the strong fighting power of the Mecklenburg regiment, the rebels were completely defeated and annihilated, almost no one escaped, and many became prisoners of the Mecklenburgers, including Sir Will himself, who was captured in disarray.

"Why? Why, you're here? Sir Will knelt before Arrod, his eyes glazed as he looked at Arold condescendingly, and he did not believe that he would lose.

"You remember, John. Berg? Arold was staring at a dead dog, and asked Sir Will slowly. (To be continued)