It was the darkest hour of the day, and Sir Will watched with satisfaction as the camp quieted down, and the nobles' privates had been utterly defeated.

The peasants walked among the fallen nobles' private soldiers, and if they found anyone who could move, they immediately went up to make up for it, and apart from the occasional scream, there was only the crackling of torches.

"We've won, look at the weapons and baggage in the camp." The mercenary, whose face was covered in blood, walked up to Sir Will in high spirits, and he showed off a sword, and weapons were always the most lacking material for the peasant rebels.

"With these weapons, we will be able to conquer more territory." Sir Will also had a smile on his face, as if he saw the heroic figure standing on his own castle, which knight did not want to own his own castle?

"But you don't have the right to rule, and to the nobles, you're just a usurper." The mercenary looked up at Sir Will, who seemed to have forgotten this, and although such a thing as dominance was usually inconspicuous, it could sometimes be used as an excuse for others to attack.

"I'm fed up with being a hired knight, and as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I'm going to seize it." Sir Will said nonchalantly, he didn't want to be old and die in obscurity in someone else's castle.

"Maybe when the time comes, you can give me a position in the court." The mercenary blinked and jokingly said to Sir Will.

"Haha, I will, as long as you're tired of wandering life." Sir Will laughed.

"Sir, what about the surrendered noble privates?" At this time, a peasant soldier came up and asked Sir Will.

"We don't raise food-wasting guys, let's kill them all!" Sir Will put away the smile on his face. He rejected the surrenderer's request for a ransom to redeem his life.

"But they're willing to pay for their lives." The mercenary said puzzled.

"We don't have time to transfer these captives, I always feel that something is wrong in my heart, and as soon as dawn we pack up the loot and leave immediately." Sir Will took a deep breath, as an experienced knight, he always felt that things were going too well.

"Yes. Sir. The peasant soldiers, who had received the order, immediately left to convey and carry out Sir Will's order, which was cruel, and soon screams and whimpering sounded in the corners of the camp where the prisoners were held, and a row of peasant soldiers mercilessly clenched their newly captured spears and stabbed the captives who were powerless to fight back.

"The smell of blood always has a hint of fragrance." Sir Will closed his eyes in intoxication, and he sniffed the air. This smell will always stir up the most primitive killing emotions in the hearts of men.

The sky was as black as splashing ink, gradually turning white, and gradually the people in the camp could see the companions beside them, they laughed at each other and threw away the torches, and some people greedily searched for the utensils left by the nobles on the ground, not to mention that when the Mason nobles fled in a hurry, there were really a lot of silver products left in the camp.

"These bastards, I'll knock out a few dead people's teeth. You might even be able to spot the guy with the silver ring. "The rebel archers sitting on wooden towers yawned and watched their companions get rich. showed a look of envy and greed.

"Whoosh~~~~."

"Poof, woo~~~." But without warning, an arrow struck him straight in the neck, and the archer fell from the wooden tower with wide eyes, and his body slammed into the ground with a muffled thud.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Sir Will heard the heavy sound of a fall, and immediately asked alarmedly.

"Sir. Come and see, look, outside the camp. The peasant soldiers, who were near the edge of the camp, almost screamed in a crying voice, and at the hearing of his words, Sir Will hurried over. When he saw the outside of the camp, he was completely stunned by what he saw.

"Huhu~~~." The cold wind of the early morning wind blew, and a flag whirred in the wind, and on the banner was a black lion with teeth and claws, which was watching the rebels with fierce eyes.

Beneath the flag, the Mecklenburg legionnaires lined up in a neat line, and they looked at the rebels in the camp without saying a word, as quiet as trees in the woods, for the rebels, the Mecklenburgers were like magic, and each of them came out of the ground.

"This, this can't be, did they come down from the sky?" Sir Will foamed at the corners of his mouth, and he shook his head in disbelief that he must have had a terrible nightmare.

"Prepare for war, prepare for war, the enemy is coming." The mercenary's voice seemed to come from a distance, and Sir Will even felt that the voice of his reliable assistant was like an unreal dream, and he frowned and covered his ears with his hands.

"Crossbow, shoot ~~~." Arold was on his horse, his gloved left hand outstretched, and he pointed at the camp seemingly casually.

"Crunch, squeak~~~." The Great Shield Crossbowmen immediately pulled the strings of their crossbows, and the strings made a gut-wrenching sound, which was that they were pedaling the leather slips on the front of the crossbow.

"Bang~~~." The crossbow bolts of the Mecklenburgers, under the command of the officers, fired a volley of crossbow bolts like raindrops at the peasant soldiers in the camp, the camp was in an open area, there was no place to hide, and the falling crossbow bolts landed on the heads of the peasants crowded in the camp, as if the Grim Reaper was reaping stubble after stubble of life.

"Ah~~~."

"Mom~~~." Worst of all were those who had been shot in the body, but could not die for a while, rolling on the ground and howling, listening to the sounds of the survivors in the camp feeling like they were in hell.

"Blessed Virgin Mary, help me." The clever survivors hid under the wagons, their eyes filled with fear, and the Mecklenburgers surrounded them on all sides, looking at the soldiers who were as strong as a wall, and they even lost the courage to fight.

"Sir, help me, it hurts~~~." A farmer who had been shot in the chest, rolling on the ground, howled as if he had grasped a life-saving straw at the sight of Sir Will and his mercenaries.

"Okay, I'll help you." Sir Will and his mercenaries took refuge behind a tent, but it was soon unsafe as a crossbow bolt from the other direction had flown into the sky.

"Well, thank you, oh, sir, what are you doing?" The wounded peasant, seeing Sir Will's outstretched hand, instinctively thought that Sir was trying to save him, but Sir Will suddenly lifted him up and put him on top of his head.

"Whoosh~~~." The bolts that fell from the sky fell one after another, and landed on the peasant who had been lifted up by Sir Will, but the bolts could not penetrate the human body, and soon the peasant was like a hedgehog.

"Oh~~." The peasant opened his mouth, blood spurting from his mouth, blood streaming down Sir Will's body.

"This is not going to work, we are like rabbits in the forest, completely targeted by the Mecklenburgers." The mercenary didn't care about Sir Will's actions, he had done all the dirty things on the battlefield to save his life, he just cared about how to survive today.

"How did the Mecklenburgers end up here? When the yeoman farmers returned to me, they were at least sixty miles away from us. Sir Will said puzzled.

"Leave these things alone, it's important for me to gather the survivors and fight back." The mercenary crawled towards the others, but fortunately, the Mecklenburg crossbowman didn't shoot very fast, and he could still move in between the crossbowmen's winding.

"Lord Duke, the enemy can't hold on, and they may fight back against us." Outside the camp, in the midst of the Mecklenburg formation, Count Ron watched the peasants assemble and immediately reported to Arrode.

"Tell the crossbowmen to pause for a moment and wait for them to rush out for a flat shot." Arold picked up the binoculars and watched Sir Will's movements, he stared at the troublemaker, and said in his heart that he would not let him run away this time.

"Lord Duke, please avenge us~." Baron Lance said with red eyes, he could no longer afford to be jealous of Arrod, his family soldiers were killed and wounded.

"Lord Duke, you have your own decision, Lord Lance, don't make trouble." Baron Fred said to Lance proudly, rejoicing in his wise decision, this time only his family's military strength was not lost, except of course those who fled back to the territory by the Mecklenburgers. (To be continued......)