A few steps between Arold and the knight, the two raised their swords to each other and made a sword salute, then pulled their left foot back in a lunge, each taking a stance. The knight of the squad uses a shield and a sword, so the starting hand he uses is the standard plough position, while the Schwab "Terminator" is a half-sword, the so-called half-sword is slightly shorter than the great sword, and the sword body is made into a flaming shape, so the starting hand used by Arold is the high horn style.

"Drink." Arold held the hilt of the sword with both hands, feeling the cold touch of his cold-forged sword, he slowly closed his eyes slightly, feeling that the terminator seemed to have become an extension of his arm, and suddenly Arold opened his eyes with a loud shout, and exchanged steps to slam forward, and the sword stabbed diagonally towards the knight from above.

"Do~~." The knight of the squad is also a samurai who has been fighting in the arena and on the battlefield for many years, as soon as he noticed Arrod's movements from behind his shield, he immediately lifted the shield, and the blade of the terminator stabbed the wooden shield with a muffled sound, and after resisting the first attack, the knight took a step forward and covered himself with a shield, trying to make Arry unable to see his movements under the shield, and he stabbed his sword from under the shield after closing the attack range.

"Whew." Arrod skillfully changed his footsteps, stepped on his left foot and stepped forward with his right foot, the half-sword in his hand changed from a high position to a low position, and in the process of changing the sword style, he blocked the sword blade stabbed by the knight from under the shield, and the two of them left after the sword triggered a crisp metallic sound, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

"Okay." In the short confrontation, everyone only felt dazzled, not only the surrounding knights shouted loudly, but even the onlookers of the light infantry were also fascinated by their weapons, and this could not be blamed on them, in the Middle Ages, entertainment was poor, from the nobles to the commoners, there was no one who did not like to watch knight competitions.

"Is this still a war?" Arrod looked around and whispered with a smile.

"Watch out, Lord Arrod." Compared to the knights, this kind of scene was already commonplace for him, and he reminded Arold angrily from the urn in his helmet, but the attack of the sword in his hand did not ease at all, and he slashed at Arold several times in one breath.

Alod had no choice but to use his half-sword to block the opponent's attack, and the sound of ping-pong in the open space was endless, and the light infantry was fascinated by it, feeling that they had really not come to the battlefield in vain, and that they had enough to talk about even if they returned to their hometown. But the knights, including Marcos, shook their heads secretly, the knights were probably too anxious, although the knights' physical strength was better than that of ordinary soldiers, but don't forget that Arrude was wearing light leather armor, and the weight of the chain mail on the knights would make him even more tired.

The knight had other plans in his heart, he had to fight quickly, although Arold agreed to the agreement with him, but don't forget that this is on the battlefield, Sir Abel's army has just left, who knows if they will kill a horse pistol, and when the time comes, it is not up to Arrod, the squire, to decide whether they will stay or not.

"Huhuhu." The knight felt his mouth dry, and he tried to wipe the sweat from his forehead, which was even more annoyed by the stuffiness inside the helmet.

"Take off your helmet, sir." Arold held his sword in front of him, and he said to the knight.

"I'm sorry, Lord Arrod." The knight of the squad stuck his sword in the ground, removed his bulky helmet, and threw away his shield, and then there was a ridiculous scene, the heavily armed knight lost his helmet and abandoned his shield, while the lightly armed Arrod was in good shape.

"Are you alright?" Arold looked at the knight and asked again.

"Alright." The knight was embarrassed by his gaffe, and he wondered how he had forgotten to remove such an important thing as removing his bulky helmet, all because of Arold's strange tactics and weapons that had made the experienced knight dizzy.

Once again, the squad knight and Arold fought together, the squad knight had rich combat experience, and he relied on his physical strength to open and close, but the chain mail on his body restricted his movements, without Arold's sword skills, the two sides could not help anyone, and the squad knight was always worried that Sir Able would send reinforcements over, and hesitation made him unable to fully exert his strength.

"It's almost over." If there was a smile in his heart, Arold must have been the fox's smile after his victory, and he decided to end the fight in one round.

"Yikes." After throwing away the shield, the knight of the squad could hold the sword with both hands very well, and of course the strength was much greater, and when he slashed at Arrod, he almost forced Arold to stumble several times, and just when he yelled and was about to give Arold another boost, Arold began to fight back.

"Bell." Arold's eyes narrowed, his hands were clenched tensely and then clenched, the sweat on his hands made the hilt of the sword wrapped in cowhide a little slippery, at the moment when the knight slashed at himself from the upper sword, the center of gravity of his steps shifted downward, the hilt of the sword was facing upwards and the blade was down, the two hands crossed to move the hilt 45 degrees, using the sword to slide the sword of the knight, the tip of the sword slashed across the knight's cheek, and the blade rested on the knight's neck artery, as long as Arold pulled slightly, the knight would be splashed with blood on the spot.

"Nice crossovers." Knight Creef was dumbfounded, although Arold's attack was very simple, that is, to break through the defense of the knight from above, but the choice of parrying and timing was very exquisite, and even better was that if the knight was wearing a helmet, Arold's move was useless, but the knight himself took off the helmet and gave up the defense of the head, is this also in the calculation of this little squire? The knights felt a chill run down their spines.

"I lost." The knight felt the blade of the sword around his neck sting the skin of his neck, and he couldn't help but regret that he shouldn't have given up his helmet, but there is no regret medicine in this world, since he lost the competition, he could only fulfill his promise to become a prisoner of Arrod.

"Long live Lord Arrod." The light infantry shouted excitedly, and the soldiers feared most the stupid and cowardly generals of their followers, the former would increase the needless casualties, and the latter would demoralize the soldiers, and Arold was clearly not such a man, who had both the to resist the terrible cavalry charge of the heavy cavalry, and the courage to compete with the enemy, and now the victory came so easily that the crowd could not help but cheer.

"We lost, please accept our sword." The knights reluctantly led the knights, and presented their swords with both hands to show their submission.

"Keep your sword class, my mission is to block you and your people, now that my mission is complete, you can keep your honor, as long as you give me enough ransom." Arold did not accept the swords of the knights, and if the swords of the knights were confiscated, it would be the biggest stain on them, and Arold did not want to anger these knights, he just needed enough money, and as for the false honor and the like, it would be left to these Kref knights.

"Oh, are you really willing to keep our honor?" The knight of Ban asked in surprise, in his opinion, if Arold got the sword of his knights, he could go around showing off and promoting his reputation, a squire led a group of peasant soldiers defeated a dozen heavily armed knights, which said that the lords on the continent of Europa would look at Arold differently, but this squire did not want to.

"Well, yes, yes, just take the ransom, well, you know." Arold looked at these excited knights inexplicably, he blinked his eyes and gestured, in fact, poor Arold really didn't understand the importance of medieval people to reputation, a noble reputation is actually an intangible asset, he just let go of these knights lightly.

"Alright then, please allow one of us to report to Kreef Castle, and they'll send someone to pay the ransom." The knight hurriedly didn't say a word, for fear that Arold would regret it and keep his sword, then this was not a failure, and his reputation as a knight would not be damaged, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, this was just a small setback, he comforted himself in his heart.

"Good, good." Arold nodded, and ordered one of the knights to get out of the way and return to Kreef Castle to report.

Soon the Cliff Castle sent someone to send a thousand silver coins as a ransom guarantee, the knights and several other knights were released first, they returned to their castles with swords, horses and armor satisfied, and the other knights wrote down the loan in the parchment sent by the castle and stamped their family seals, handed the parchment to Arold and Shi Shiran left, and Arold was a little puzzled, he asked Marcos next to him in a low voice.

"Why didn't they leave their horses and armor behind and just leave?"

"Like, don't you have a sword that accepts the knight's stuffiness? This is the battle of honor for the first industry. Marcos shrugged his shoulders and said to Arrod, who he felt was too idealistic and had lost a lot of things in this battle.

"Hey, I'm coming, how do I know that there are so many ways?" After hearing this, Arrod's eyes widened and let out a scream, he secretly complained in his heart This is really a dumb person who eats Coptis chinensis and has suffering, he also thought that the knights just wanted to use a few hot forging swords in their hands to send themselves away, who knew that it would represent all the equipment, but he didn't expect that he would let the foreigner be pitted, how can he say this.

The Kref knights rode their horses from a distance and heard Arrod's screams in the chariot formation, and collectively shivered, and slammed the horse's belly with the golden spurs on their feet in unison, and the horses neighed and carried the knights away, leaving only a trail of dust behind them.