The Duke of Bohemia led the Bohemian army into the battlefield, this force was composed of Bohemian infantry except for the thirty-five knights and attendant knights who guarded it, but compared with the Europa, the Bohemian infantry was mediocre, and lacked clothing and armor and was poor, after all, as a semi-nomadic and semi-cultivated country, a lack of resources was inevitable.

"Lord Duke, the essence of our Bohemians lies in our cavalry, if the infantry and cavalry are mixed together, it is really impossible to exert strength, it is better for me to gather all the cavalry together, give the Masons a blow to the face, take advantage of the great loss of the opponent's strength, the Duke personally leads the infantry to strike with all their strength, so that the final victory will definitely be obtained." When the Count of Otta learned of the alliance formed by the nobles of Mason and led his army to attack them along the path, he built a road against the Duke of Bohemia in the castle.

"But with cavalry alone against thousands of enemy troops, you will be in danger." The Duke of Bohemia rubbed his scepter with his hand, of course he knew that Count Otta's plan was correct, but in the last battle against Arold, he almost lost his good friend, which made the Duke very worried about the safety of Count Otata, but the Duke also knew very well that no other nobleman had the ability to lead his three hundred cavalry at this time.

"It's for the Duke." Count Otta's eyes were full of affection, and he did it, but the plan made by Count Otta and the Duke of Bohemia to disrupt the enemy did not work, and the German mercenary regiment firmly guarded the central position, although the flanks were harassed by the archers. But most of the forces were not hit.

"Come on, Bohemian barbarians, the Germanic knights will teach you how to respect others." Yves brandished his giant sword and opened and closed, and even the Bohemian knights took the initiative to distance themselves from him in fear, and gradually a small open space appeared around Yves, and the Bohemians only dared to surround him but no one dared to come forward to fight, so that it was not easy to catch up with a hard battle, but this happened, and Yves cursed in anger.

"Come and face you, Sir Rodney, you are a knight who has been admired by the Duke of Bohemia." The Bohemian knights looked at each other, and one of them said to the more prestigious knight beside him.

"Okay. Let me try. "A knight who was elected by the crowd. In desperation, he had to bite the bullet and knock the horse's belly with the spur of his heel, ready to face the battle.

"Gray Law ~~~." But at this moment, they only felt that a shadow was blocking the light above their heads. Unconsciously raised his head. Behind them a huge warrior appeared.

"Get out of the way. Count Otta orders Zippa, the younger brother of the Germanic warrior Grover, to confront the enemy. Behind the warrior a Bohemian knight conveyed the order of Count Otto, facing such a gigantic warrior and looking at the antler helmet he was wearing. The smell of blood was emanating from their bodies, and the bohemians involuntarily moved out of the way.

"Oh? Is there finally anyone willing to fight me? Yves slung his sword to his shoulder, and he couldn't help but be surprised as he looked at the warrior approaching from the path that parted from the Bohèmes, wasn't this the demented Zipa of the three boar brothers? Although he was the least scheming of the three brothers, his huge size and strange power were enough to make people vigilant.

"Zippa~~~." Zipa didn't really understand why he was here, why he was wielding the heavy mace in his hand, but when his brother Grover's voice came, he reflexively let out a low roar, and the horse under his crotch rushed towards Yves with a miserable neigh.

"For the glory ~~~." Yves also roared fearlessly, raised the big sword in his hand, neighed the war horse under his crotch, and the two front hoofs stood up, and then galloped towards Zipa.

"Boom~~~." When the two huge warriors rode their horses, and the two of them crossed their horses, there was a loud noise, which made the other noises on the battlefield insignificant, which was the sound of the greatsword in Yves's hand and the mace in Zippa's hand colliding together.

"Huh~~~." The Bohemian knights and Germanic knights who surrounded Yves and Zipa neighed involuntarily and retreated, and the owner on horseback hurriedly stretched out his hand to appease them, the battle between these two warriors was too terrifying, and the attacks of Yves and Zipa had no fancy moves at all, they were like two primitive wild bears, trying their best to overwhelm each other.

"Bell~~~, hmm." Yves held the hilt of his big sword, Zippa's strange power and the power of the pure iron mace, knocked on the big sword in Yve's hand, and his mouth was numb for a while, Yves couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, he looked at Zippa wearing a deer antler helmet from his mask, and for the first time a faint sense of fear rose in his heart, especially in the face of the other party's eyes that seemed to have no human feelings.

"Zipa, Zipa, Zipa~~~~." Zipa raised the mace in his hand high and waved it, the wind brought by the pure iron mace blew the surrounding knights to feel a sense of suffocation, they involuntarily retreated again, and they thought to themselves that if anyone was hit by that terrible mace, let alone hit or bumped, it was estimated that the skin would be opened.

At this time, the army led by the Duke of Bohemia set up a position opposite the Mason noble alliance, they used the common horizontal formation of the nations, the soldiers used a tight formation to offset the lack of military literacy caused by the attack, the Bohemian cavalry had been fighting for hours, most of the troops of the Count of Plauun had become fragmented, the defeated soldiers retreated one after another, and the Count of Ota could be said to have won half of the victory except for a small part blocked by Yves and others.

"Leave it to mind where Count Praun is, the rest of the cavalry followed me in a detour to the side of the Mason's palace." Count Otta decided not to continue the entanglement, he used Zipa and some Bohemian knights to successfully attract the attention of Count Praun and others, while he himself led most of the cavalry to abandon Zipa and others, and galloped towards Arold's right flank, the flank and rear of the spear phalanx of the German mercenary regiment were its weak points.

"Miya-sama, the enemy has been fooled." John Berg looked at the charging Earl of Ota and shouted to Arold in ecstasy, but it was quickly drowned out by the rumbling hooves of the flanks.

"It's a shame, if it hadn't been for me~~~~~." Arold looked at the high-spirited Count Ota who led the cavalry troops, this brave earl took the lead in becoming the tip of the wedge formation, if it was an ordinary army, it was completely possible to be crushed by the cavalry attack from the flanks and rear, the advantage of cavalry was definitely king in this era, but it was a pity that Arold had the knowledge and experience beyond them, I saw Arold raise his right hand wearing armour, and ordered, "The pikeman company is a large phalanx." ”

"Yes, the phalanx is ready." The order was given quickly, and at this time there were still four hundred yards before the Bohemian cavalry attack, which was one of the reasons why Arold had opened the distance between him and the Count of Prauun, and saw the phalanx of pikes move, and they formed a formation of three columns, and then, as if by magic, arranged in a rectangular phalanx, the first row of soldiers crouched with their spears in hand, the second row of soldiers with their spears flat, the third row of soldiers with their spears up as they prepared to fill the gap, and the company leader and crossbowmen stood in the center of the rectangular formation.

"Rumble~~~." The Bohemian cavalry watched the change of the German mercenary regiment's military formation in the charge, they did not believe that there was an army that could suddenly change its formation in such a short time, and it was as simple as eating and dressing in an orderly manner, of course, this was the result of Arrod's day and night training of these pikemen in Mecklenburg Castle, although because of the huge cost of maintaining a professional army, the courtiers of the Mecklenburg court were quite complaining, but Arold's persistence and efforts finally paid off today.

"Gray Law ~~~~." The cavalry of the Bohemians could not stop at all because of inertia in the charge, they were like a headless fly, and suddenly crashed into the large phalanx of the German mercenary group, although because of the weight and impact of the horses, some of the cavalry rushed into the large phalanx, but they were quickly stabbed by the reservists with spears and short swords, they were like a fierce impact on a mountain peak, and the people were overwhelmed by the wolves. (To be continued......)