The deadly javelins thrown by the javelinmen caused a commotion among the rebels who had never experienced such a battle formation, and even the Slavic nobles knew that the javelin cavalry who galloped past without fighting with them in close combat was just an appetizer, and the real fatal was the heavy cavalry who slowly pressed over, and their faces became even paler when they heard the sound of the chain mail on the cavalry's body like a stream of water, and everyone knew that a unit equipped with chain mail was definitely elite.

"Resist, resist, if someone escapes, I will kill him with my own hands." Sweat was rolling down his forehead, and he shouted desperately to the exhausted soldiers, while the warriors from his own clan around him lined up in the rear, holding their swords against the backs of the rebel soldiers.

"Walk, stride, charge~~~~." Opposite Arrod ignored the desperately mobilized rebels, and he put down the iron mask he had lifted, which was newly made at the Mecklenburg smelting base, and on the front was an abstract open-opening roaring lion face model, which wore Arold's face like a terrifying knight with a lion's head.

Arold calculated the distance in his heart and gave the order to charge, and the knights of the inner palace put down the long horse pistols raised one after another under the command of Arold to charge, and the sharp tips of the spears were aimed at the rebel soldiers lined up in two rows, their bodies leaned forward as much as possible in the bumps of the war horses, and the back handle of the horse pistol was firmly clamped under the armpit, keeping this movement and not moving.

"Ping~~~~." The wedge-shaped formation formed by the knights of the Inner House crashed into the middle of the rebels in an instant, and the long carbine was driven by the high speed of the war horse, and the slightest touch would open the flesh, not to mention that the war horses under the knights' crotch were tall and mighty, and the defensive formation formed by the rebels could break a big hole just by impacting, and the rebel soldiers who tried to stretch out their pitchforks and shabby spears to block were knocked to the ground with weapons. All of a sudden, the two defensive formations that Lu Sien had managed to form became dilapidated.

"The cavalry of the squire regiment sprint~~~." While the knights of the heavy cavalry rushed into the enemy's formation from the front, the cavalry of the squire regiment charged from the flanks with a clever turn of their horses, holding their spears in one hand and placing the spears on their horses slightly below the right side of their horses, and holding a pointed shield in the other hand to protect their bodies, leaning forward slightly at the same distance as they sprinted. Keep your horse still, because if you move indiscriminately on the horse, you may be dismounted by inertia when you hit an obstacle.

"Gray Law ~~~~." With the continuous neighing of the horses, the cavalry of the squire regiment sprinted from the flanks like hot knives cutting butter, cutting Lu Sien's defense system to pieces, and the horses rampaged through the position, and when the first wave of squire regiments stabbed the enemy with their spears on their horses, they immediately let go of their hands that grasped the spears on their horses, and let the spears pierce the enemy's body. Then he skillfully pulled out the sabers at his waist, these curved sabers were very good for slashing left and right on horseback, and the rebel soldiers who were chopped fell to the ground with a miserable howl, leaving a place of severed limbs and corpses where the cavalry of the squire regiment rushed.

"The gods bless us." Lu Sien was stunned to see the scene in front of him, two cavalry units were crisscrossing his camp left and right as if they were in a no-man's land, but the rebel soldiers under his command could only turn around and flee. However, they could not avoid the attack of the horsemen's rifles and the sharp sabers wielded in the hands of the squire. As if Lu Sien were an Oriental, he would have used words like sharp or like a river bursting to describe his failures.

"There are too many Lu Sien cavalry, let's retreat." Looking at the Slavic nobles who could no longer resist, they hurriedly came to Lu Sien and asked him, although most of these rebels were bewitched farmers, but the ones who could really fight were their personal private soldiers, and if they lost all the private soldiers who could fight. Then they will not be able to keep their position.

"No, if we fail here, then we will lose our traditions and beliefs." Lu Sien said in despair, he knew very well that when Arold's army came, then their uprising this time could be said to have failed. Now the only way to do this is to gather all the strength and make a desperate bet, and maybe there will be a chance to turn the situation around.

"Lu Sien, I have no prejudice against you, but I am now going to lead my warriors back to the territory, and they cannot die here in vain." Frightened at the shattered line of defense that had been arranged by Lu Sien to resist the attack of the Mecklenburg army in the west, the Slavic nobles shook their heads and then abandoned Lu Si En, they rode their horses one after another, and took their warriors away from the soldiers who had withdrawn from the attack under the castle, they were more focused on their own family strength.

"You idiots." Lu Sien watched in amazement as the Slavic nobles mounted their horses and led their warriors out of the battle, and the various flags that had originally gathered together were scattered in a hurry at this time, leaving only the blue banner of Lu Sien's own family.

"Lord Earl, the nobles are retreating, are we going to chase them?" Seeing the scattered Slavic nobles, Arold's knights of the Inner House inquired about Arold.

"Deal with the enemies on the battlefield first." The nobles of the Middle Ages, from kings to knights, were theoretically warriors with swords in their hands, and they did not sit in tents at all, and kings were usually military chiefs, and when he ascended the throne, he held a ball representing power in one hand and a sword in the other.

"It's the Count." Under Arold's orders, the cavalry unleashed the final blow on the broken Lusen's army, and even the javelinmen who had been roaming the perimeter of the position roared and drew their sabers in pursuit of the scattered rebels.

"Victory, open the gates." Julian watched from the city wall as the cavalry led by Arrod defeated the rebels, and he stood excitedly on the battlements, waving his sword. After a while, the gates of Villefort were opened, the wooden drawbridge was lowered, and the defenders, who were exhausted by the siege of the rebels, were now inspired by victory, raised their weapons in their hands, and rushed out of the castle with a roar, and even rushed the rebel soldiers who had not yet retreated.

"Thank you, Lord Earl, for your rescue." When Arold rode his horse and led the knights of the Inner House to the outside of Willerburg, the victory had already settled, and the elite knights no longer needed to participate in the battle, and handed over the task of cleaning up the mess to the cavalry of the squire regiment and the javelin cavalry, and the defenders of Willleburg also came out to help clean up the battlefield, everyone knew that cleaning the battlefield at this time was simply a cheap situation.

"Julian, what the hell is going on here?" Arold nodded at Julian on his horse and asked Julian.

"Please enter the castle and be entertained, and we will slowly report to you what happened." Julian cautiously raised his head and looked at Arrod, who was wearing a lion's mask, and felt more and more that the young count was unpredictable, and that a sumptuous feast was necessary to thank the Mecklenburg knights who had come from afar and defeated the siege of the castle.

"Okay." Arold kicked his mount with his heel, and led the knights of the Inner Palace, whose weapons were still sticking to the blood, and slowly walked into the Willle Castle, where Arold and the others saw that the castle was in a mess, and many corpses that had fallen from the city walls were being dragged by servants and handymen, and of course the shoes and belongings of the enemy's corpses were looted.

That night in the hall of the lords of Willleburg, the lights were brightly lit, and the people who had escaped the disaster enjoyed the food and wine, and they stood between the pillars of the hall with their glasses in their hands, and told the bloody battles of the day, and the servants filled the torch lamps with oil without hesitation, and picked up the lights very vigorously, so that these brave men could enjoy the good night, Lord Marty and Arold sat side by side, and frequently toasted to each other, and Julian sat at the right hand of Madame Marty, Rich fruits, onions, and hard bread were laid out in front of them, and a charred suckling pig was whirling on the iron grill on the fireplace, and the attentive servant took a plate and a knife to cut off the most delicious part of the pig, and then respectfully handed it to Arold.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lady Marty, but I'd like to hear how the rebellion happened?" After tasting the delicious suckling pork, Arold drank the wine and thanked Madame Marty contentedly, saying that his men could enjoy the feast, but as rulers they were not so idle.

"You should ask Father Paul about this." Marty's face sank, and she glanced at Father Paul, who was sitting on the left side, silent, and was annoyed by the riot caused by this priest, if it weren't for the fact that the priest held a cross on the wall to inspire the soldiers to fight when the rebels attacked Willleburg, then Marty would not have invited him to this banquet at all.

"Ahem, in fact, Father Paul also tried his best to make Catholicism spread in Willeburg, although the means were a little more radical, but he also forced out those nobles who had the heart of rebellion, isn't this like squeezing out pus?" Julian coughed lightly, and hurriedly explained to Arold that after all, Father Paul had a special status, not only a court priest recommended by Arold, but also a priest from Rome.

"Well, Sir Julian is right, but there is an adult that you must meet, and I want you to promise not to be angry with it." Arold smiled slightly, he didn't care about what Father Paul did, religious conflicts were already difficult to reconcile, and even in the afterlife, it was the most difficult to resolve peacefully. (To be continued......) R1292