The Count of Berengar fell from his horse, and his knights of the Inner House grabbed his body on the horse in a panic, and Arold watched as these knights left the battlefield without looking back with the Count's corpse, and Yves and the others saw the Count of Berengar's family flag fall to the ground, and they excitedly raised their arms and shouted the news that the Count of Berengarh had been killed. The town militiamen who were desperately fighting in front heard their voices, turned their heads and looked behind, and when they saw that the flag of the Count of Berengal and his family was indeed gone, these town militiamen were dumbfounded, they were called by the Count of Berengal, they fought in the name of the Count, and they would be rewarded by the Count when they were victorious, but now the Count of Berengar had disappeared.

"Who will we fight for?" The town militia thought they had been abandoned, and they cried out in great grief, most of them threw away their weapons and fled, some fell to their knees and looked up at the sky in vain, and in the confusion Sir Able led the tired but high-spirited light infantry with his sword raised in pursuit of the remnants of the Count of Berengar, until he drove the panicked soldiers to the foot of Cliff Castle.

"Arold, what's wrong with you? Hurt? Yves saw Arold sitting on the ground, his legs apart, his leather armor covered with dust, his hands holding the crossbow, and his eyes fixed on the straight ahead.

"Well, Ifu helped me up, my damn leg won't obey." Arold heard Yves' loud voice, he had not yet recovered from the scene of the shooting of the Count of Berengal, and at first he did not feel anything, but because of nervousness and preoccupation, the intensity of his muscles tensed, and his legs did not obey as if they were filled with lead.

"Hahaha, I thought you were injured, this time it's so thrilling, I thought I was going to die here." Yves grabbed Arold by the arm with his broad hand and dragged him up from the ground, and the two brothers and sisters walked towards the camp with their arms in their arms, and saw Sir Abel's soldiers cheering incessantly to them, while the town militia of the captured Earl of Berengar looked dead.

"Yve, how did those knights of the Inner House of the Earl of Berengar escape?" Arold didn't understand why the knights of the Inner Palace, who still had the strength to fight, would flee the battlefield, didn't they want to kill themselves, the man who shot the Count of Berengarh?

"Ha, as a knight of the Inner Palace, they must protect the monarch's body while the monarch is alive, and ensure the integrity of the monarch's body after his death, and it is their duty to bring the monarch's body back to his territory for burial and wait for the coming of the judgment day, as for you to shoot the Count on the battlefield, this is God's will." Yves explained to Arold.

"That's lucky." Arold breathed a sigh of relief, he was so close to the knights of the inner palace at that time, if the knights of the inner palace turned around, he would only have to run desperately for his life at that time.

On the way to the camp, there were scenes of terrible battles everywhere, corpses that had recently died, broken limbs, brains that had been split by tomahawks, frozen expressions of pain on the faces of soldiers pierced by spears, people who had died by accidentally hitting a sharp stake during the fight.

"It was a terrible battle." Yves spat hard, the strange smell of the corpses had begun to diffuse, for Ive, the smell of these dead bodies was just a bad smell, but Arold was already a little dignified, if these dead bodies were not buried properly, I am afraid that it would cause a plague here.

While Arold was thinking this, Sir Able led the pursuing soldiers to return, because the soldiers of the Earl of Berengaar ran to the castle of Rekoff, and the arrow tower of the castle of Rakef shot arrows at Sir Abel and his soldiers, in order to avoid unnecessary casualties, Sir Abel had to return in a huff, and Sir Abel's victory also frightened the nobles in Ralph Castle, and they did not dare to let in the soldiers of Sir Berengaarbeth under the castle, nor did they dare to go out of the castle to pursue Sir Ebel, Just like that, I watched Sir Able swagger away from the castle.

At night, in the camp on the bank of the river, the whole camp was filled with songs and laughter, and after escaping death, the people cherished life even more, Sir Abel took off his armor, put on the garb of the Germanic nobles, held the wine glass, and constantly patted the shoulders of the brave in battle in the crowd, and drank bitter ale with them.

"Lord Sir, it was really thrilling at the time, seeing that we were surrounded by the soldiers of the Count of Berengar, Lord Yves threw away his weapon and smashed through the enemy's line with his body, Lord Arold rushed through the enemy's line and raised his crossbow to kill the Count of Berengar, if we were slow down this mission would fail, and we would definitely be captured or killed." The knights of the Inner Palace, who followed Arold and Yves in the slay of the Earl of Berengar, told Sir Able that the Germans had a custom of singing the praises of heroes, and that any brave warrior would be praised.

"After all, it is forbidden for the Holy See to use a crossbow, so why would the knights praise me?" Arrod's use of the crossbow was also a last resort, but he thought that he would be reprimanded by the knights after the battle, but he didn't expect the knights to care about this at all.

"Haluha, who can be completely guaranteed not to use any weapon in war, although the Holy See believes that the use of a crossbow may make it possible for a lower person to kill a higher knight, but don't forget that you come from a noble family, not to mention that you saved their lives and brought glory to them, so who cares what weapon you use?" Yves grinned, his horn in his hand filled with ale, his face rosy red, and he staggered to his feet.

"Although what Yves said is also true, but Arrod's use of the crossbow is a violation of the Holy See's ban after all, but I will find a good priest to bless and repent for you, don't worry." Sir Wendell also walked among his sons with a wine glass in his hand at this time, his face was filled with a satisfied smile at this time, although the battle situation was extremely dangerous this time, but it was a danger, it can be predicted that when Sir Able returns to the Duchy of Mason, he will definitely be rewarded for his merits, and his eldest son and second son killed the enemy commander in this battle This merit is enough to get a reward, and the revival of the Wendell family is just around the corner.

Just as Sir Able and his soldiers were drinking, there was a noise from the prisoner camp, Sir Able stood up in surprise, Arold as a personal attendant hurriedly guarded Sir Sirrel's side, some soldiers also grabbed the spears beside them, although the soldiers of the captured Earl of Berengar had removed their weapons and armor, but these people who had just been captured from the battlefield were still covered with blood, and it would inevitably cause trouble if they made trouble.

"Arold go see what's going on?" Sir Able pointed at Arrod, who nodded and strode towards the prisoner camp, where dozens of guarded light infantry were aiming their spears at a large captive, and Arold saw that it was someone he knew.

"Let me go, I must go to the Count of Berengal, he owes me a reward." The big man, dressed in coarse linen and trousers, did not shiver in the cold wind like the other captives, and he cried out and grabbed a guard whose face was pale and his body was held in his hands like a rag doll.

"Shut up, Count Berengar is dead, you are now our captive, if you don't be quiet, we will kill you." The light infantry guarding looked at this fierce man, but they didn't dare to take a step forward, and the captives behind the big man all stood up and seemed to be ready to move.

"Killed? Killed by whom? The big man didn't seem to expect that the Count of Berengar was dead, and he looked stunned, and the guard he had caught in his hands took the opportunity to escape.

"The Count of Berengar has been slain by me, Hammer Valk." Arold recognized the big man in front of him as Valker, the hammer that was blocking him at that time, and Yves almost suffered a loss in the battle with him, although he was subdued by Yve, but Yf did not kill him, but only knocked him out with the hilt of his sword.

"What? You killed him, then, what about my bounty? You've got to compensate me. Hammer Valc seemed to have found a target, and if it weren't for the wooden fence and the guards surrounding him, he would have stepped forward and grabbed Arrod as if he were holding the guard.

"What bounty?" Arold was stunned for a moment, why did he just make a noise, and in a blink of an eye, he owed this Valk, who was just a conscription militiaman, and was not the knight of the inner palace of the Earl of Berengal, what does the death of the Count of Berengal have to do with him?

"They promised me a reward when they recruited me, otherwise how could I have left my sister in this damn place." It turned out that Valker was not willing to leave his sister when he was drafted, and stayed away from Hamburg County to fight with the Count of Berengar, and the conscription herald saw that he looked stupid and fierce, so he lied to him that as long as he fought with the Earl, he could get a reward after the battle, and Valker believed that he really handed over his sick sister to an aunt in the town to take care of, and took his old man a hammer, wearing a leather apron that he usually struck iron as armor to join the army of the Count of Berengar, But now that the Count of Berengar was dead, in his heart his reward was gone, he insisted that the person who killed the Count was the one who should bear the reward.

"Is that okay?" Arold couldn't help but laugh, how could he kill the Count of Berengar and object to provoking a creditor, but he looked up and down at the seemingly tendon-looking Valker, his eyes rolled, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.