The two watched the knights gallop away, and the mud and sand raised on the horses' hooves poured on their bodies and did not dare to move, these Mason knights were wearing chain mail, and the war horses under their crotch were also covered with a thick layer of flannel cloth, and the Mason knights did not stop after passing through their own side of the trench and pointed stake position, they drove the war horses under their crotch straight towards the camp of the Count of Belengal, and it seemed that they were going to launch a night attack.

"Let's go." The old woman pulled her son to get out of the dangerous battlefield, but her son pulled her and told her not to act rashly.

"These Masons must have gone to attack at night, if we go back at this time, we will definitely be drawn into the battlefield where the two sides are fighting, it is better to wait here."

"My dear son, if those Masons win, we won't be able to escape." The old woman looked worriedly at the backs of the invincible Mason knights, and felt that such mighty knights were likely to defeat Lord Earl, and may God bless the Earl.

"I've fought for Lord Earl several times, although this time there was a slight setback, but Lord Earl is not so easy to defeat, most of these knights' night attacks will fail, let's not rush to find a secluded place and wait slowly."

As the wounded town militiaman said, the Count of Berengaard fought with the Duke of Saxony all the year round, although he did not have the experience of winning all kinds of battles like the Duke of Saxony, but the experience of various wars was very rich, and after the daytime battle was frustrated, the Count of Berengaard thought that the enemy should attack him by night, so he quietly made some arrangements.

"Sir Ebel, it's not good that Knight Stan led several knights to launch a night attack on the camp of the Earl of Berengal." While Arold and the others were pondering a way to defeat the enemy, a knight of the Inner House rushed in and reported to Sir Able.

"What? Why didn't Stan wait for my order to attack privately? Sir Able was taken aback, he stood up and hit the wooden table with the saber on his body in excitement, and quickly clenched the hilt of the sword in pain and looked at it carefully, Arold saw that this was not the sword he gave him, he didn't expect Sir Able to love it so much and carry it with him.

"In fact, the night attack of the Stan Knight may also be able to break the current situation." General Ralph touched his beard, his eyes blazing at Sir Abel and Arold in the tent, and then said.

"But, I'm worried, what kind of man is Lord Sir Berengaard?" Arold vaguely felt that the opponent on the other side was not so easy to deal with, and thought of Sun Tzu's confidant in the Art of War, so he opened his mouth to ask Sir Abel.

"I don't know much about the Count of Berengaar, but people say that the Duke of Saxony has a lion and a wolf, and the wolf among them is the Count of Berengal." Sir Able stood up and walked to his weapon rack, he stopped in front of the heraldic banner on the right side of the weapon rack, Sir Able looked at the flag, the coat of arms on the flag represented the glory of his family and his father, but his own reputation could not be reflected, when people mentioned himself always had to add a title in front of him, the eldest son of the Duke of Mason, which made him often feel discouraged when he would have his own reputation for his deeds like his father and the Duke of Saxony.

"Wolves? This is not easy to do, the wolf is the most insidious and cunning animal, and the knight of Stan will not be able to fight the wolf but be bitten by the wolf. When Arjod heard Sir Abel's words, he secretly felt bad in his heart, but thought that Stan was always against him, and perhaps he could give this arrogant knight some memory by suffering a little.

Arold's gaze followed the gap in the tent curtain, and saw the stars in the night sky, and in the haze it seemed that a group of Mason knights in the night sky were preparing to attack the camp of the Count of Berengal, but they did not choose the right time, the moon in the night sky shone on the earth, and their actions could be seen, but Stan and his companions did not intend to hide their night attack, this kind of stupid and reckless way has the pride of chivalry.

"Stan, shall we not report to Sir Ebel?" Stan's companion was jolting on the horse, he lifted his mask and said to Stan, Stan's action was actually too reckless to others, but as a close partner, it was the noble spirit of knights to support his friends, so these knights who had grown up with Stan's childhood and were awarded knights joined his action group.

"Don't worry, after a day of fighting, the people of the Earl of Belengal would not have thought that we would attack at night." Stan stubbornly believed that he could defeat the Earl of Berengar, and that Ser Able would be impressed by him, and that Arold was nothing more than a despicable man who relied on intrigue and intrigues, and a true knight was looking for honor in the sword, and he couldn't help but feel fluttering at the thought that he could humiliate Arold after the victory.

"Well, my friend, if that's your wish." The knights no longer say anything, the persistent chivalry has been instilled in their minds since childhood, various creeds and codes of conduct guide their life paths, and now helping their friends fulfill his wishes is what they feel they should do.

"Look, God is still on our side, and there are only two people on the guard of the Count of Berengar, and they are killed." Stan rode to the edge of the camp of the Count of Berengar, and he saw a bonfire lit in the camp, and several soldiers standing next to the campfire seemed to be keeping warm, and two soldiers with spears outside the gate seemed to be dozing off, and the night wind by the river was very cold, and even the knights wearing chain mail with cotton pads inside it felt a little unbearable, and those soldiers in thin clothes must be hiding in their tents to be lazy, which was a few excellent opportunities.

"Drive it~~~."

"Knight Charge~~." Hearing Stan's shout, the knights cheered up and desperately urged their horses under their crotches, drew their swords and raised their spears to charge fiercely at the camp of the Count of Berengaar, and suddenly the murderous charging and the sound of horses' hooves were particularly piercing in the silent medieval night, the knights of Mason broke through the camp in an instant with their spears and swords, and the soldiers standing at the gate of the camp seemed to be stunned by their sudden jump out of the darkness.

"Kill it." Knight Stan's face flushed in his helmet, and his sword cut through the linen tent with his sword in his excitement and desire for victory, and the tent's curtain hissed, but when he rushed to the center of the camp to join the other knights, the camp seemed to be empty and terrible, and the soldiers of the Count of Berengar, who were warming themselves by the campfire, turned their backs to them and seemed indifferent to everything.

"What's going on?" The knight of Stan stepped forward and knocked down the soldiers who were around the bonfire, the soldier's body was light and fluttering, and there was no sense of flesh at all, the soldier fell on the bonfire and burned, and the knights stepped forward to see what kind of soldier it was, it was clearly a scarecrow, wearing the clothes of Sir Berengarber's soldier, and they secretly complained in their hearts.

"We've been tricked." Knight Stan was shocked, and he tightened his grip on his horse, which was riding his master on a murderous gallop, and was spun around with Stan's dissatisfaction, digging the dirt on the ground with his hooves.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~." Suddenly, there was a sharp sound in the air, and Stan and his companions, who were also battle-hardened knights, immediately recognized that it was the sound of arrows thrown from a bow.

"Dangdang, Grey Law." Sure enough, the arrows landed in the middle of the camp from the air, and the arrows hit Stan and his companions one after another, and the knights brandished their swords to remove the arrows, and the chain mail and shields on their bodies helped them resist the attack of the arrows, but the war horses under their crotch were not so lucky, except for Stan and several knights' war horses covered with thick flannel cloth and fortunately not injured, the other knights' war horses under the crotch were full of arrows, and after the arrows stabbed the war horses, the severe pain made these war horses crazy, Tumbling and throwing his master off his back.

"Uh-huh." An arrow fell from the air, just piercing the gap between Stan's thigh chain mail and leg armor, where there was only cotton pad protection, cotton pad could not block the sharp arrow at all, Stan screamed and threw away the shield in his hand to cover his wounds, the iron arrow of the arrow was very sharp and pierced into the flesh and submerged in half, the pain made Stan attached to the horse's back unable to move.

"Stan, what's wrong with you, retreat, retreat immediately." The companions on the side raised their shields to help him cover the arrows that fell like rain above his head, and stepped forward to hold the reins of the war horse under Stan's crotch and was about to go out, at this time he didn't care about any chivalry, but the sneak attack on someone's camp turned out to be a trap, and now it is an arrow down It is estimated that it will be besieged by infantry in a while, and it is not a target for arrows if he does not go at this time.

Stan and the others desperately urged the war horses to walk outside the camp gate with arrows in the air, and wanted to use the high-speed war horse to flee quickly before the soldiers of the Earl of Berengar did not surround them, but when they approached the gate, they only heard the sound of killing around, and countless soldiers with torches surrounded the camp gate, and the Count of Berengarh rode leisurely on his favorite horse, looking at the camp with a calm face, a squire behind him held high the Earl's banner, and a hundred knights surrounded the Earl, The sound of armor grinding and the neighing of horses seemed to emerge from the ground, and the Hamburg knights looked at the Mason knights who were surrounded in the camp with weapons in hand.