From the lookout, Arold saw the soldiers of the Earl of Berengar like a raging wave, slapping the line formed by Sir Erengar's light infantry over and over again, the soldiers on both sides were entangled together, sometimes the Earl of Berengar's men broke through the defensive line, and sometimes under the hard fight of General Ralph and Yve, he led the light infantry to push the battle line back, Sir Abel and the Earl of Berengar, the two commanders of the battlefield, were staring at the front line with wide eyes at this time, this kind of stalemate war made the two nobles worried, One side is deeply afraid of being breached, while the other side is deeply aware of the difficulty of the other side.

"On the third echelon." Arold looked carefully and found that the Count of Berengarh was secretly dispatching knights, these knights wearing chain mail jackets gathered around the Count of Berengal, I don't know what he wanted to do, Arold in order to prevent the Count of Berengar's sudden attack, hurriedly dispatched the fresh army to the front line to support, but at this time the Count of Berengal was riding his favorite horse, he was holding the reins of the war horse under his crotch with one hand and the waist with the other, the war horse under the crotch was well-trained, and he walked slowly among the knights with small steps, The knights looked at their monarch with spears in hand.

"Charge for honor." The Count of Berengarh looked proudly at his knights in the inner palace, these knights are the children of a family in Hamburg County, born in a low-level aristocratic family, and have been sent to their own castle to receive rigorous training since they were young, in addition to military training, which of their beautiful wives also taught them various aristocratic etiquette, it can be said that these knights are inextricably linked with their own families, and have a relationship of glory and loss, and the battles on weekdays are dispatched at a critical moment. But a few days ago, he sent fifty knights to attack Sir Abel's military fortifications in a hurry, but he did not expect that all of them were captured by the enemy's tricks, and this shame must be cleansed, and now he, the lord of Hamburgshire, the Count of Berengar, will personally lead his knights to defeat those damned Masons and regain their glory.

"Grazi~~~." The knights held their spears and pistols aloft, how could they not understand what the Count of Berengal thought, not to mention that under the personal leadership of the Count of Berengal, these knights screamed in order to show their faces in front of the monarch whom they had sworn allegiance, and they were eager to immediately pierce the fortification in front of them with their pistols and spears.

"Forward." The Earl of Berengarh looked at his knights with satisfaction, he hung his canine mask with hinges, and put his legs between his hips and the war horse, the war horse carried him slowly towards Sir Ebel's position, and the knights behind him were wearing strong armor and holding sharp spears, and it was not an exaggeration to describe them as golden iron horses.

"I'm a mother, when will I be able to get mixed up with this." Arold opened his eyes wide and looked at the Count of Berengar and his knights in the distance, the bright armor glittered in the sun, the smocks on the knights' bodies were embroidered with various family coats of arms and colors, at first glance it seemed to be a rainbow appeared, the pennant hanging above the carbines and spears held by the knights fluttered in the wind, and the knights under the banner were wrapped in chain mail and looked heroic, they surrounded the Count of Berengal like a king traveling, The light infantry under Sir Ebb, who was shocked by this momentum alone, were stunned.

"Arod don't be stunned, the infantry of the Earl of Berengarh is retreating, what's going on?" Sir Wendell couldn't help but get anxious when he saw Arold looking demented on the lookout, and from the camp he could not see the Earl of Berengar leading the knights into battle himself, but he found that the town militia, which had been entangled with Sir Abel's soldiers, was gradually retreating, so he asked.

"Yes father, no, the Count of Berengarh personally led his knights to rush up." Arold came back to his senses at this time, he felt a big drop of sweat on his forehead flow down, rushing into his eyes with great spiciness, fifty knights on foot almost broke through their own fortifications, at this time, as the boss of the Count of Belengal personally led the knights to attack, needless to say, his knights in the inner palace will definitely fight each other.

"I immediately ask Sir Able to lead his knights of the Inner House to resist." Sir Wendell is an experienced knight, he said to Arold calmly.

"But it doesn't have to be able to stop it." Arold hesitated for a moment, and said to Sir Wendell, looking at the Earl of Berengarh's imposing appearance, I am afraid that Sir Able's knight in the inner palace will not be able to resist at all, and at this time he deeply understands why knights in this era have all kinds of privileges above everything, in the final analysis, having a strong knight is the guarantee of strength.

"You have to give it a try." Sir Wendell was not sure that he would be able to resist the Earl of Berengaard, but it was not the knight's work to be restrained like this.

"Okay, I'll go too." Arold also understood at this time how to deploy troops on the lookout, and there was nothing he could do in the face of absolute strength, and it was not as good as fighting side by side with his own family, so Arold climbed down from the lookout, and in order to reduce the weight, he did not wear any armor on his body, so he took his leather armor and put it on, hung his own "Terminator", and followed Sir Wendell to Sir Ebel's location.

"Arode, why are you here?" Sir Able stood on a hill made of earth with his Hermann flag on it, and although the view was not as wide as that of the lookout, it was able to take care of the partial rotation of troops, and he saw the wounded peasants passing him in twos and threes, and resting in the rear camp, which would have scattered and fled if the camp had not been set up against the river.

Thinking of this, Sir Able couldn't help but sigh at Arrod's cleverness, who would have thought that just setting up a camp would have such a great benefit, in the past, in his father's castle, he thought he was the most military-savvy of all the nobles, but now it seems that he still needs to learn a lot of experience, as for Arold, he not only thinks of his beautiful and pure sister Josie, he is not ignorant of Josie's good impression of Arold, but the young nobles who pursue Josie can line up from the door of her room to the gate of the castle, Arold can be said to be the weakest low-ranking nobleman among them, but after this battle, he feels that if he can return to the Duchy of Mason unscathed, he will definitely find a way to improve Arrod's status, so that he can compete with other nobles for his sister's favor on an equal footing.

"Lord Abel, listen to the fighting ahead." Sir Wendell raised his hand and pointed ahead, as the Earl of Berengar had led his knights into the fortifications that the soldiers had destroyed, and the Hamburg knights were rampage through the fortifications, shouting for murder throughout the position.

"Is there anything else we can do now?" Sir Ebel's handsome face showed a bitter expression, how could he not have heard the sound of the fighting, more and more wounded soldiers were sent to the rear, fortunately Arold sent the third echelon soldiers of the fresh army up, these recuperated soldiers could still control the battle line for the time being, but they could not resist for long, under the onslaught of the Hamburg knights, the light infantry retreated one after another, and the lost positions began to increase.

"The Earl of Berengal has personally attacked our fortifications, and at this time, only you, Lord Sir, can lead the knights to fight back to defeat the Earl of Berengal." Arold stepped forward and knelt down on one knee and pleaded with Sir Able that only the Supreme Commander's personal leadership could raise the morale of the soldiers at this time, but I don't know if Sir Abel had the courage to do so.

"Has it come to this point?" Sir Able was silent for a while, he stared at the place in front of him, the pennant of the knight of the Count of Berengar was gradually approaching him, and the banner of the Herman family was receding, his eyes were a little wet and blurred, could it be that the glory of his family for a hundred years was about to be lost in his own hands?

"Lord Sir, please take courage, and we of the Wendell family will be with you." Sir Wendell's face had gone through all the vicissitudes of life, and with a resolute expression, he also knelt down on one knee and shouted his allegiance to Sir Ebel.

"We will follow Master Abel to hell." The knights of the Inner House around Sir Able knelt in front of Sir Abel one after another, and they stretched out their hands to repeat their original oath to Sir Sir at this time, and everyone had already risen to the heart of a dead man, even if it was not good, they would protect Sir from the siege.

"Well, in the name of God, in the name of the Herman family, in the name of my father, the Venerable Duke of Mason, let us throw our blood here and give me your sword." Sir Able was moved to look at the knights kneeling in front of him, and he drew his sword, took off the helmet on his head, his beautiful hair fluttering in the wind, his handsome face shining with a special charm in the sun, and the chain mail and Mason family blouse on his body seemed to be shrouded in God's favor.

"Oh~~~." Sir Able's knights of the inner palace stood up, they all drew their swords and shouted to the sky, Sir Able strode down the small mound, one knight quickly pulled down the flag of Duke Mason and carried it on his shoulder, the others followed Jazz and surrounded him, and the light infantry resting in the camp saw Sir holding his sword forward, and also stood up and followed the knights to the front line.

"Lord Arrod, please wait." Just as Arjord's blood was also raging, holding his Terminator and following Ser Able, suddenly a man grabbed his trumpet and blocked his way.

"Is that you?" Arold fixed his eyes and saw that this person knew him, but why did he block his way at this moment.