A well-trained knight, armed with a long horse, when the horse hits the tip of the spear with full speed, this lethality is great, in this era of low productivity, the knight who is fully armed and galloping, even gives people the illusion of being unstoppable, so there is a proverb in the Middle Ages, "A knight in charge can use a horse pistol in his hand to penetrate the walls of Babylon".

And the knight wearing shining armor on the war horse deepened this illusion, and the chain mail that was stirred by the squire with sand and then carefully polished reflected the light, to paraphrase the words of later generations, it was an irresistible torrent of steel.

"Drive it~~~." When sixty-two Bavarian knights, lined up in a wedge formation, rushed into the middle of the Mecklenburgers, the soldiers of Mecklenburg only had time to wave their weapons, even if they were arranged in three dense formations, but they could not resist the charging knights, and the long horse pistol was like the plow of death, ploughing out blood grooves leisurely in the fields where human flesh was piled up.

"Ah~~~Wow~~~." Those who were killed by the spears on their horses were undoubtedly the lucky ones of the day, those who had been trampled under the horses of the Bavarian knights, dragging their half-dead bodies to escape from the terrible slaughter, but there was nothing they could do.

The soldiers of the Mason aristocracy, under the night attack, the Bavarians were defeated, leaving all kinds of booty everywhere, even if the desperate people have taken away the good things, but the leftover soup is also a good thing that can be taken home for money for these people living at the bottom of society.

However, at the cost of a thought, they faced the most elite knightly troops of the Duke of Bavaria, and the emaciated Mason farmers suffered heavy casualties.

"Curse, go to hell, wave the red flag ~~." Although it was severely attacked by the Bavarian knights. But not all Mecklenburg soldiers were powerless, and the desperate were aroused with anger in their hearts, and they themselves were a group of outlaws who had lived today and had no tomorrow.

"Kill, kill these invaders." Immediately after the first wave of charge, the Bavarian knights abandoned their carbines, and they drew their swords from their waists. Rushing into the crowd and slashing left and right, feet of blood splattered from under the blade of the sword, crimson blood sticking to the Bavarian knight's armor and dripping down the smooth chain mail until it stained the knight's blouse.

The knights who shouted and fought fiercely were enthusiastically immersed in the thrill of fighting, the honor and warlike blood of the nobles were boiling, and their strong arms brandished swords and shields, as if they could fight directly to the end of the world.

"Huhu~~~." Suddenly. The head of the knight captain flickered a flash of red in front of his eyes, and he shook his head, and the semi-enclosed helmet made a crisp sound.

"What's going on?" The knight captain wondered in his heart, and when he looked closer, he saw a ragged Mecklenburg soldier, standing not far from him, his dirty face only had a pair of eyes shining through his colorful clothes. Reminds the knight captain of the jesters who came to his estate from other realms during the harvest season.

And the ragged Mecklenburg soldier. Holding an all-black and red rotten flag in his hand, he waved the flag in his hand desperately, although in the eyes of the Bavarian knights, it was just a rag that was dirty to wipe the table, but watching the Mecklenburgers waving enthusiastically still angered the knight captain.

"Drive it~~." The Cavaliers captain with a golden spur on his heel. With a hard kick in the crotch, the horse let out a long cry in pain, spread its hooves and galloped over, and the knight captain decided to kill the unique Mecklenburg soldier with his own hands.

"Hiss~~~." Seeing the knight rushing towards him, the Mecklenburg soldier did not flinch. He grabbed the flag in his hand and waved it harder, as if he didn't see the danger he was facing.

"Wow~~~." When the knight was amazed at the fact that the Mecklenburg soldier was looking at death, a group of desperate men rushed out from behind the Mecklenburg soldier, also ragged and strangely dressed, and without any armor covering them.

It wasn't until later that the captain of the knights learned that it was the standard attire of the desperates, these desperate people at the bottom of the society, deliberately torn the captured bright cloth into locks and locks, and then stuffed them into their own clothes, in order to reveal the expensive fabric inside the clothes, they had to deliberately use daggers to cut out the outer clothes, and when they walked, they showed strange colors, showing off their exploits to their companions and outsiders, just like knights showing off the shields and flags of their enemies.

The desperate drew their broadswords, larger than their average saber, showing the Mecklenburgers' iron-smelting skills, and they could even use them as short spears.

The desperate screamed and rushed to the Bavarian knights, waving their swords, and the knights found them to be extremely despicable, and instead of swinging their weapons at the knights on their horses, they would slash at the horse's legs at the knight's crotch.

"Gray Law~~." The horse neighed and fell to the ground, and the knight on the horse was thrown to pieces, and in an instant several desperate people rushed forward, clasped their fingers, stabbed the gap in the knight's helmet with a meat cutting knife, and sprinkled the lime in the small pocket of their waist, doing everything they could, without any gentlemanly manner, and suddenly the Bavarian knights screamed again and again, they had never seen such a scoundrel trick.

"Damn lowly guys." The captain of the knights swung his sword, parrying the blade of the big sword stretched out in front of him, these lowly Mecklenburgers did not care about life and death at all, the knights fought bravely because they knew that they were covered with thick chain mail, which was enough to resist most of the weapon attacks, but these Mecklenburgers were wearing cloth shirts, showing messy and dirty hair, and even barefoot, waving their swords wildly with both hands, what an incredible courage.

"Boom~~~." At this time, the attendants of the Bavarian knights from the rear came to their aid, and they rode horses and rushed from afar.

"Retreat, retreat~~." When the commander of the desperate saw the squire cavalry, he immediately waved his hand and led the despair to fight and retreat, and the knights, who were stunned by the desperate way of fighting, did not follow after them, but the squire cavalry who had just arrived pursued closely.

In the border fort, Arold and others climbed the city wall to watch. The Mason noble soldiers who were originally cleaning the battlefield were left outside the castle, as well as the desperate people who launched the night attack, the real main force of the Mecklenburg Legion was not dispatched, and all Arold and the others were not worried about the defense of the fortress.

"My people were slaughtered like lambs." Baron Lance was terrified and distressed, and he clutched his cloak with both hands, the soldiers were the strongest laborers in his domain. I can't help but regret myself for being greedy for cheap.

"Lord Duke, your soldiers are retreating here, let's open the gates and let them in." Baron Fred leaned forward with his right hand on the battlements and saw that the desperate were galloping towards the fortress, and the cavalry were also fast, and the two sides were entangled under the gates.

"No, open the city gate now, and the enemy's cavalry will rush in." Count Ron bit his lip. Said with a frown.

Indeed, the Bavarian squire cavalry had no fear precisely because they knew that if they clung to the Mecklenburg soldiers, they would be safe, and the desperate men fought valiantly, and the Bavarians thought they must be the elite of the Mecklenburg legion.

"Prepare the crossbowmen." Arold stared at the grappling under the city and ordered without hesitation. Listening to his orders, the Mason nobles were not a little surprised.

"But those are your soldiers. They heroically attacked the enemy last night, and they are heroes. Baron Fred whispered to Arryd.

"Yes, but they are desperate and waved the red flag, this is their choice, let's respect them!" Arjod nodded and explained to the Mason nobles. Although he had decided in the morning to include the desperates who had succeeded in the night raid into the legion, they were still desperate after all, and they had to do their duty.

"Kill~~." When the desperate saw the approaching cavalry, they immediately turned back and brandished their swords to resist. The Bavarian squire cavalry was actually a quasi-knight, trained as a knight during the probationary period.

Even if they were wearing light leather armor, but the weapons were standard accessories for knights, and the desire to fight on the battlefield to gain honor and the favor of the lord in order to achieve the coveted knighthood and fiefdom, these lads forgot everything.

"Ping~~." The two sides fought each other, and the battle scene was more tragic than the battle between the knights just now, one side for basic survival, the other side for glory and land, and the bloody warriors threw their blood, but the Mecklenburgers and Bavarian knights became spectators.

"Puff, hmm~~." A squire condescended and stabbed the desperate man holding the red flag in the chest with a sword, but just as he was about to draw his sword, he found that the desperate man's eyes were staring at him, and his hand was clutching the blade of the sword.

"Poof~~~." The squire had to throw down his sword, and as the forces of one side were withdrawn, the desperate man fell backwards to the sky, the red flag in his hand fluttering over him.

"Whoosh, whoosh~~~." Just as the attendant was stunned, he heard a sound of breaking the air in mid-air, and he raised his head to see crossbow arrows falling like raindrops in mid-air, and soon the originally bare ground was like a weed with crossbow arrows growing in an instant.

"God, Christ." The Bavarian knights not far away exclaimed, after a short rest, they were about to gallop to the aid of the cavalry, but they were stunned by the scene in front of them, only to see that from the border fort, the crossbowmen of the Mecklenburg people were lying on their backs at forty-five degrees, shooting crossbow arrows towards the sky, and the crossbow arrows crossed the arc and fell under the action of the earth's gravity.

These crossbow bolts were fired indiscriminately at the squire cavalry and the desperate, and almost no one was spared from the crossbow attack, and whether or not they could survive was entirely up to the luck of the individual. The horses neighed, the soldiers wailed, the squires fell off their horses and were full of crossbow arrows like hedgehogs, this was not the most terrible thing, the terrible thing was that the desperate people seemed to be participating in a feast, they laughed madly, and braved the crossbows above their heads to swing their swords desperately at the attendants, as if they were not crossbows at all.

"These devils." The captain of the Bavarian Knights, after a long time, muttered to himself. (To be continued......)