Arold stood on the left side of Yve, a position where he could smoothly hand over the carbine, and Arold was nervous when facing an enemy armed with a spear and shield for the first time. The baron's sergeants stopped at a distance of a hundred paces from them, because the march of a distance made the formation of these sergeants scattered, and there was no concept of horizontal columns in Arrod's impression, although in the era of the real Roman Empire, the Western army emphasized discipline and formation, but after the decline of the Roman Empire, the current Holy Roman Empire was nothing more than a collection of Germanic tribes, neither sacred nor Roman, and the battle between their armies actually followed the backward way of tribal warriors.

"Oh~~~~." At this moment, Baron Dufoni's sergeants, who had stopped, waved their spears in their hands, tapped the edge of their shields, and roared at Yves and the others, and some began to curse loudly.

"What are they doing?" Arold asked Eff curiously.

"These cowardly guys are emboldening themselves and trying to provoke us into attacking first." Yves said dismissively.

"Oh?" Arold didn't understand at first, but then he realized that the sergeants didn't have any protective equipment other than spears and shields, and the psychological shock of his own knights, who wore chain mail and iron helmets and rode on high horses, was enough to make them cautious.

"Let me rush over and make them suffer, and give me the carbine." Yves knocked the horse's stomach with his heel, and the horse under his crotch slowly moved forward, but Arold did not immediately hand the pistol to his brother.

"Yves, it's a little early to rush up, I'll lead the servants to lure them over with a slingshot, and then you will give them a blow on the head." Arold looked up and said to Yve.

"Well, give me the pistol, and you go and lure them between the two trees, and I will wait for you there." Yves said with an urn from his helmet that between the two trees he was referring to was a flat meadow outside the entrance to the village, where his charge could be used to its fullest potential.

"Yes, the servants come with me." Arold handed the pistol to Yve, then pulled out the slingshot pinned to his waist, and said to his family's armed servants, who were the closest to the Wendell family, so he immediately took out the slingshot and followed Arrod.

"Everyone keep a tight formation, don't be afraid that there are only five of them~~~." The eldest sergeant shouted to his companions that he must encourage his companions to attack the enemy, or the whip of Baron Dufany would not spare him at the end of the battle.

"Whoosh~~~~."

"Ah~~~." Just as he was pumping his companion with his spear in the air, a stone struck him in the head at a rapid pace, and the sergeant, without any helmet, let out a scream, and blood flowed from his forehead.

"It's a good thing these guys don't wear helmets, if they do, the stones won't do anything, it seems that it will be necessary to invent some more powerful weapons in the future." Arold held a slingshot in his hand, and saw that the sergeant who was hit by himself felt a little proud, this was still a small test of his own knife in this era.

"Oh woo~~~~." Baron Defoni's sergeants did not expect that the other party had long-range weapons, and they were stunned and then angry after being attacked by slingshots, and the people who could command this small team were usually people of high moral standing or experience, and the elderly who were attacked were such people, which provoked the backlash of their companions even more, and they had howled desperately and raised their spears and shields to attack Arold and the others.

"No, don't go, that's a trap." The older sergeant bent over his forehead with his right hand, red blood dripping from his fingers to the ground, but he shouted as much as he could to warn the others, worried about his companions, but the sergeants, who were overwhelmed by anger, did not hear at all.

"Shoot while retreating in the direction of the small tree." Arold shouted to the armed servants while shooting stones backwards, the advantage of the slingshot's flexible shooting was reflected at this time, the baron's sergeants wanted to quickly get close to Arold and the others, but the flying stones hit their bodies from time to time without shields, and the human bodies without armor were very fragile, and every arrow and stone could kill them, so they had no choice but to shrink their bodies behind the shield as much as possible, but in this way, the speed was reduced a lot, This passive beating made the sergeants' judgment and patience lower and lower.

"Ah~~~~." Arold had shot the last stone of the linen sack pinned to his belt, when he heard an armed servant behind him stabbed in the foot by a spear thrown by the baron sergeant, who let out a scream and fell to the ground, and the others did not dare to look back as they looked closer and closer.

"Damn it." Arold didn't even think about putting the slingshot at his waist, drew his saber and headed in the direction of the servant's fall, and the others watched dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.

Arold saw that one of the fastest baronial sergeants had walked up to the fallen servant, the sergeant smiled and raised his spear to stab at the armed servant of his own family, but it seemed that because the sergeant's spear was of inferior quality, the tip of the spear was not very sharp, and it did not pierce the servant's body, and the armed servant of the Wende family wailed and held the back of the spear with both hands, and he tried with all his strength to prevent the other party from stabbing the spear into his chest, and the two strangers tried their best to kill the opponent, The other struggled in vain for his life.

"Die, pig." The sergeant angrily cursed at the difficult opponent, throwing away the shield in his other hand, grabbing the spear in both hands, and stabbing at the man on the ground with all his might.

"God, help me." The armed servant of the Wendell family is named Evely, very young and about twenty years old, he is a serf of the Wendell family, if it is literal modern people often think that his situation must be very poor, in fact, this is not the case, although the serf who becomes a powerful nobleman will lose his freedom, but at the same time will be protected by the nobles, and do not have to worry about being exploited by other nobles, and the situation of his serfs is sometimes better than that of yeoman farmers when he encounters more benevolent lords.

Sir Wendell is a kind lord who follows tradition, he upholds the traditional virtues of knighthood to take care of the weak, and Evely's family has also been taken care of by Sir Evely, so when Sir was ordered to fight, Evely joined Jazz's team in place of his elderly father, but he didn't expect to die in this irrelevant place at this time, looking at the hideous Saxon standing in front of him, Evelyn couldn't help but plead, this has nothing to do with honor and disgrace but is just a nostalgia for life.

"Stop." At this critical moment, Arold rushed forward with a sword in his hand, he remembered the swordsmanship taught by Yves, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, using the starting hand style of the horn position, he stabbed the sergeant with the spear from above, but it was possible that he was facing the enemy on the battlefield, and it was estimated that the range of the sword was not enough and only shallow cut on the opponent's arm.

"Hiss~~~, damn it." With a spear in his right hand and his cut arm in his left, the sergeant took a few steps back, taking advantage of the opportunity to climb behind Arrod, even if he was covered in mud.

"Roar~~~." Arold focused on the spear-wielding sergeant, adjusting his feet into a steady T-step, while the sergeant took a few steps back to widen the distance, and immediately aimed the spear in his hand at Arold, giving full play to the advantages of the long-handled weapon.

The sergeant's body was slightly bent, like a lobster about to exert force, and he roared and stabbed the spear into Arold's chest with all his might, this was a practice he had done hundreds of times in his daily training, and he could not be more familiar, but he forgot something very important.

"Brush~~~." Arold adjusted his pace and turned to one side to avoid the tip of his opponent's spear, and then raised his sword and slashed at the sergeant's spear, and the spear snapped in two, and the spear-wielding sergeant's eyes widened in disbelief that his opponent's weapon was so sharp.

"Well, what a good sword." Arold looked at this iron sword made by the cold forging method, the sword body emitted a little cold light, the sword of the Woodlow knight represents the advanced technology forged in this era, and it is effortless to cut the spear made of birch, but this manufacturing method is not very popular, the reason why Arold knows it is because he has joined a QQ group of cold weapon enthusiasts before he crossed, and he has seen an audiophile himself use a cold-forged sword in it, which is exactly the same as the one in his hand.

The weapon in his hand was broken in two, and the spear-wielding sergeant had a terrified expression on his face, such a hard birch spear was broken in two, if it was split on his body, it would be repaid, he thought to himself that the next moment he would definitely be splashed with blood in a flash of cold light, but Arold did not kill him.

"Get out of here." With a wave of his hand like a fly, Arold shouted at the spear-wielding sergeant, then turned and grabbed Eveli on the ground, grabbed him, and walked towards the assembly place.

"Hmm." Arold is too naïve, as a traverser, he comes from an era of peace, it is an era of legal constraints, there is no sword and blood fighting, he doesn't understand that the usual practice of people on the battlefield in this era is to live and die, the spear-wielding sergeant was stunned when he saw Arold actually shine his back to himself without any scruples, but soon his face became hideous, he bent down and grabbed the front of the broken spear and rushed towards Arold.