The Braunschweigsmen with a vengeful anger fought bravely even if they were ordinary infantrymen, not to mention that the Germanic people were originally bloodthirsty and warlike peoples, although they were often deceived and used by other peoples because of their honesty, but once they started a fire, it was simply unstoppable.

The mountains are full of Braunschweig people, just seeing the roaring and hideous look is enough to make people tremble, if it was the Earl of Rausitz who had just invaded Braunschweig, he still dared to fight with it, but now not to mention that he wanted to fight even his soldiers only thought about how to return home with the spoils of war, the count's position was fleeing before the enemy approached, fortunately the earl's knights in the inner palace stabilized in time.

"For the Count, for the honor." The knights of the Inner House were treated the best in the domain of Count Lausswick, with fertile land and political privileges, and in return for the service of Count Lauzitz, they offered their swords to the service, and the knights charged in chain mail with shields and swords, and the squires of Braunschweig, although courageous, were helpless against this elite army of warriors in strong armor.

"Bell~~~." The sound of metal clashing on the knights' shields was the striking of spears, the iron tips were not sharp enough to pierce thick wooden shields, and the knights on horseback condescendingly swung their swords to slit the throats of the Braunschweig infantry.

"Drive it~~." The knights of the Inner House know that their advantages are not only in the strong armor and sharp swords, their closest comrades-in-arms horses are the source of strength, the long-trained knights instigated their crotch horses to squeeze out of the crowd, as a large livestock of the war horses originally sturdy bodies are very easy to knock the infantry to the side, and soon the knights rushed out of the entanglement of the infantry, only to see the knights of the Inner House pull the reins, and the horses trotted out of an arc in the open space.

"In my father's name, the untouchables have tasted my strength." A young knight named Marven reached out to help him with his nose helmet, trying to keep his vision open, the chain mail on his body made a whooshing sound under his undulating chest, he slammed the horse's abdomen hard, and the spurs on his feet stimulated the war horse to run forward instinctively, Marven squinted his eyes and stared at a squire infantry with a spear in front of him, the reason why he was able to recognize this was a squire because of the leather armor on his body, and to be able to have a leather armor must be a landed social elite, Usually the knights will try to find an opponent who is comparable to their status, and it is acceptable if there is no slight inferiority.

"Hmm~~." The squire was concentrating on one of the sergeants of the Count of Lautzitz in front of him, completely unaware that he was being targeted by death, and just as he was slashing his spear in the sergeant's face, the sound of horses' hooves was heard behind him.

"Marven always remembers that the war horse is the knight's closest companion, the knight in the charge is the most invincible, don't raise your sword when you are far away from the enemy, otherwise he will block if the opponent sees it, and a quick and decisive swing of the sword when you get close to him will have an effect." Marven's mind came up with his father's pure teaching, he leaned down and saw the squire turn his head and show fear at the moment, decisively and resolutely swung his sword, like lightning The blade swept through the squire's throat driven by the running of the war horse, only to see a bloody light spurting out, Marven didn't need to look back to rely on the touch of his hand to know that he had succeeded.

The battle unfolded on this small plain, and the knights of the Inner House of the Count of Lauzitz were very fierce, and they continued to rush into the place where the infantry of Braunschweig were concentrated, driving these infantry and plundering them one by one, and the squires of Braunschweig felt more and more difficult to resist, and here the Duke of Saxony and his knights came to the aid of an entangled Inner House Knight.

"Marven be careful, the Duke of Saxony is here." Marven and his war horse ran too far, he was close to the Duke of Saxony's support, and he would bear the brunt of facing this figure that even Duke Mason was afraid of, but the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, Marven licked his somewhat thirsty lips, the sword in his hand was stained with blood, and the shield was shattered because of the excessive attack.

"I'd like to see how powerful this old Duke is." Marven muttered as he adjusted the direction of his horse's head, not only did he not retreat, but he was heading towards the Duke of Saxony.

"Lord Duke, let me go." The countess saw a knight of the inner palace of the Count of Lauzitz, who was not afraid of death, stopped in the road, and she hurried forward to deal with this guy who did not know the height of the sky, but the Duke of Saxony waved his hand to stop her.

"This is my opponent, Haluha." The Duke of Saxony let out a hearty smile, and he put down the covering on his helmet, which had many small holes, through which he could see the enemy's movements, but the Duke of Saxony knew that his vision was actually very limited and affected, and he relied on his own intuition that was not his eyes, but his own battle-hardened intuition.

"I'm Randolph. Feng. Sir Marvin, son of Baron Cardin, asks you for advice. Marven rode on his horse in accordance with the etiquette between knights and nobles, and he raised his sword, the tip of which was pointed towards the sword, and the hilt of the sword was attached to the front of his face, and he saluted the Duke of Saxony.

"Yes." The Duke of Saxony only nodded on his horse, although he was fully qualified as the supreme monarch of the high-ranking principality, but the young Sir Marven was furious, this self-proclaimed knight had his own pride and sense of honor.

"Sir, your carbine and shield." At this moment, Marven's sword-wielding attendant finally came to his master's side out of breath, he took off the horse pistol he was carrying behind his back and handed it to Marven, and sent his shield forward.

"Good boy, great." Marven happily praised his squire, took the pistol and shield, inserted his sword into the sheath, and the surrounding infantry also consciously left the two knights.

"Drive it~~." The Duke of Saxony held his horse pistol and shielded his body in front of him, and he knocked his war horse, which rushed towards Marven like an arrow from the string.

"Charge." Marven screamed wildly and slammed the horse's belly, and at the same time rushed towards the duke, and lowered the pistol to aim at the Duke of Saxony.

"Oops, Marven put the pistol too early." The other knights of the Inner Mansion who were watching the battle and killing the enemy secretly complained when they saw Marven's move, and pinched a cold sweat for the young knight.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong~~." Marven stared at the Duke of Saxony's shield with his eyes fixed, he thought he could smash the duke's shield in the first round, and then swung his sword at the old fellow, but his wishful thinking failed, he saw that the Duke of Saxony was a few steps away from him before he put down his carbine, and the tip of the carbine was aimed at the edge above his shield, he wanted to raise the shield a little higher to block, but at this time he found that he had no time to adjust.

"Oh~~~." Marven fell from the warhorse, his feet were entwined in stirrups, the warhorse dragged him several meters away before stopping, a broken carbine was stuck in the young knight's neck, Marven stared at the sky helplessly, blood gushed out of his mouth, and those who had been on the battlefield for a long time would know that he had no skills to return to heaven at this time, and the blood would drown him completely.

"It's a fair fight, right?" The Duke of Saxony trotted some distance on his horse before stopping, and the Duke threw away the half of his pistol, and he unveiled his mask and said to the knights of the Inner Palace.

"That's right, but we're going to keep fighting." The knights of the Inner Mansion said sadly, they recognized that it was a fair battle, which meant that Marven's family would not be able to take revenge on the duke, and Marven's death was God's will.

"Okay, let's have a good time." The Duke of Saxony knew that he had to deal with Count Lauz's army, and the core of this army was this group of knights, and it would not be enough to defeat their rabble under Count Lauzitz.

The Duke of Saxony took the lead, he was very old but did not admit defeat, he brandished his sword and slashed at the knights who tried to get close to him, and the countess and the Duke of Saxony's own knights also stepped forward to support their monarch, and the knights wearing chain mail and various coats of arms were entangled together, which was much more fierce than the battle between the knights of the Count Lausitz and the Squires of Braunschweig just now, the two sides had no tactics at all, they were completely fighting with strength, and whoever had more knights had superb combat skills was the last victor.

In the vassal system of Duke Mason, Count Lauzitz is the most powerful nobleman, and over the years there are more than 100 knights who have been snare and awarded, which is also an important capital for Count Lausitz to be able to run rampant in the Duchy of Mason, but today Count Lauzitz burst into tears, he saw with his own eyes that his elite knights fell off their horses, or were killed on the spot, or were tied up with flowers, and the three hundred knights under the Duke of Saxony completely overwhelmingly defeated the knights of Count Lauz.

"Retreat, Lord Count, we can't resist the Duke of Saxony." The knight of the Inner House pulled the horse of Count Lauzitz and led the dejected count to retreat, followed by four or five hundred infantry.

"My knight." Count Lauzitz said with tears in his eyes, he clenched his fist and beat his chest, how many years of hard work and money have been spent on more than a hundred knights, and all of them were lost here in just one battle.

"Don't worry about the Earl, we still have five hundred infantry." The knight of the Inner House comforted Count Lauzitz.

"Hey." Count Lauzitz hung his head, how could the five hundred rabble be compared to his own knights, but at this time there was no way but to retreat to Duke Mason, thinking of this, he raised his head and looked around and ordered, "Let the three wild boar brothers lead their family soldiers to the palace, and we will retreat." ”