The Ward warriors were completely abandoned by Bilis, and the master disregarded his hounds in order to flee for his life, and this kind of thing was also commonplace on the battlefield, the Ward warriors were like wolves cornered, besieged by Arrod's knights and spear phalanx infantry, although the Ward warriors were panting like cattle with their backs against the smooth valley cliffs, but they still used their battle axes to aim at many enemies, without the slightest fear, but there was already a look of despair in their eyes, even if they were elite warriors, In a situation where the general trend has gone, it can only be the end of destruction.

"Surrender quickly, your master has fled, why are you dying?" Ron stepped out of the phalanx of infantry, standing in front of the Ward warriors with his chest puffed out and his sword stuck in the ground while someone who knew Germanic and Slavic languages translated to them.

"Hmph, the few words want our noble Ward warriors to surrender, unless it's a corpse." The leader of the Ward warrior was a tall, strong-looking Slavic nobleman, who dragged one end of his tomahawk to the ground, and his left hand grasped the handle of the tomahawk, and those who had just fought him knew that with a wave of his strong arm, the heavy tomahawk would slash through the edge, breaking the flesh of those who tried to get closer.

"Why doesn't Ron go on the offensive again?" At the moment when the pikemen and the Ward warriors confronted each other, Arold rode over surrounded by the knights of the Inner House, and Ron hurriedly walked over to Arold, who was also the Knight of the Inner House of Arold, but was temporarily sent to the pike-phalanx as a commander during the battle.

"Lord Earl, we have surrounded the members of Prince Ward's guard." Ron pounded his hands on his chest. Reporting to Arrod and joining Arrod's Inner House Knights, he quickly learned this way of saluting.

"I know that my eyes are not blind, and I want to know why those people are still standing there?" Arold raised his right hand in iron gauntlets, pointed at the besieged Ward warriors, and asked Ron.

"Lord Earl, I want to persuade these Ward warriors to surrender." Ron could see Arrod's displeasure, after all, the fighting in the rest of the battlefield was over, and only here was the place where the enemy had not been resolved. Arold would certainly be dissatisfied.

"Persuasion? Are you sure? Arold listened to Ron. Amused, he looked down at the young knight, his handsome face full of confidence, and it seemed that he intended to impress Arrod.

"Please allow the Earl." Ron humbly said to Arrod.

"Go for it. I'll watch here. Arold looked up. Straightened up in the saddle. The victory had just made Arold feel like he was enjoying a good show, and Ron got Arold's permission to turn around and walk towards the Ward warriors.

"I don't know your name yet. But it looks like you're a nobleman. Ron walked up to the Ward Warrior Leader, stopped at a safe distance, and said to the Ward Warrior Leader.

"My name is Zhigeev. Andre, is a nobleman from Walgastershire. The leader of the Ward warriors glanced at Arrod behind the phalanx of spears, he silently calculated the distance in his heart, and felt that there was no way to kill Arold in the rear, so he decided to continue to deal with Ron.

"I'm Lord Count Mecklenburg's Knight of the Inner Palace, Ron. Repair. Sir Duncan. Ron raised his sword and made a knightly ritual to signify his recognition of Zhjef's nobility and that they could engage in dialogue on an equal footing.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Zhijeff said impatiently to the courteous knight.

"I have obtained permission from my sovereign, Lord Count of Mecklenburg, to make a bet with you." Ron lifted his chin and said to Zhjev.

"Bet?" Zhijeff looked at the young knight curiously, his brows furrowed tightly, and the other party was still in the mood to bet with him when he was besieged by the enemy.

"That's right, the two of us will have a duel, leave our fate to God, and if you win, you can leave safely with your men."

"Oh? What if I lose? Zhijeff had a sarcastic smile on his face, could it be that these Germans were really naïve to make such a bet with themselves.

"If you lose, join your men and become a loyal soldier of Lord Earl, and swear allegiance to him." Ron said confidently to Jeff.

"Ron, this kid, really dare to say it." Arold didn't remember any such promise, but he just smiled a little at the corner of his mouth and continued to ride his horse to watch the show.

"I'm going to talk to my people." Zhijeff felt that this matter was at stake for all the Ward warriors, and he decided to make a decision after consulting with the others, but when he looked back and saw the eyes of his companions behind him, he knew that they had agreed, after all, it was better to have a chance of survival than to die in battle.

Although they are brought by the Great Chief of Mecklenburg since childhood, and live a more privileged life than ordinary nobles, but the hellish training also gives them proud skills, ordinary warriors on the battlefield are not their opponents at all, maybe ordinary people will think that elite warriors like them should not be afraid of death, but in fact, others do not know, as the captain of Prince Ward's guard, Zhijeff knows very well that they are more afraid of death than ordinary people, and death will make them and their families lose all their privileges, Only alive can be useful to the Great Chief, the dead do not deserve anything, and as a result, greed for life has become their driving force for murder on the battlefield, and only by killing all enemies who stand in their way can they live.

"How's it going?" Ron wasn't in a hurry, the Ward warriors were surrounded anyway, and they had no other way to escape.

"Okay, I agree." Zhijeff nodded and agreed to Ron's request for a duel, and soon the other soldiers made way for them to make way for them, as duels between samurai in ancient times were sacrosanct. It was believed that the gods were judging with the hands and feet of humans, so Arold was not worried that the Ward warriors would take advantage of the opportunity to escape, and besides, they in heavy armor would not have a chance to escape far under the knights' rifles.

"Wow~~~." When Zhijeff took off his helmet and the armor on his body, the heavy armor in the duel would not only not help him, but would make him unable to move flexibly, and when he took off the armor and exposed his sturdy upper body, showing many scars, the captain of Prince Ward's guard raised his battle axe like a beast and roared into the sky. And constantly shouted the names of the Lomwa gods.

"God want you to direct my hands. My sword enables me to defeat a strong enemy, and justice will be served. Sir Ron fell to one knee quietly, and stuck his sword in the shape of a cross with the shaft and hilt of his sword into the ground. Then he prayed to the cross-shaped sword.

"Are you ready?" This duel on the battlefield. Attracted other people. In the Middle Ages, where there was a lack of entertainment, fights between samurai were definitely an indispensable spectacle, and soldiers and nobles who had cleaned up the battlefield gathered on this side. Sir Ben, a senior knight, played the role of referee, holding up a fine linen handkerchief and looking at the warriors on both sides as they entered the clearing.

"Alright." When Sir Ron had finished praying, he stepped into the clearing, bent his knees slightly, his sword in his right hand, and in his left hand he took a pointed vulture shield from his companion, and looked at Zhjev with all his attention.

"Hmph, boy, I'll break your limbs." Once Zygerf is in combat mode, he will become extremely cruel, he said with a sinister grin at Ron.

"Let's go." Sir Ban tosses the handkerchief high into the air, signaling the start of a duel, and as the handkerchief falls from the air to the ground, two proud warriors enter the arena to fight for their own honor.

"Ping~~~." Ron was the first to charge, he raised his shield to protect his body, rushed forward and crashed into Zhgeev's body, and Zhjev landed on both feet as if rooted, blocking Ron's charging impact, Ron thought that the opponent's double-edged battle axe was a long-handled weapon, and only by getting close to Zhjef could he play to his advantage, so that Zhgeev's advantage could not be used.

"Oh~~~." But Jeff's strength was as strong as a brute bull, he not only used his body to resist Ron, but also grabbed the edge of the shield with his hand, and roared violently, and actually knocked Ron to the ground, Ron rolled on the spot and got up from the ground quickly, at this moment he felt a gust of wind above his head, instinctively raised the shield in his hand to resist, only to hear Peng's muffled sound.

"Ah~~." Ron felt as if his wrist was about to crack, it turned out that the moment Ron fell to the ground, Jeff picked up the double-edged battle axe in his hand and smashed it hard, although it smashed on the shield, but the impact and the power of the blunt instrument still injured Ron's wrist, and Ron was smashed to the ground, and between them was the strong wooden shield.

"Drink, drink~~." Zhjev smashed the wooden shield several times in a row, and Ron passively used the shield to resist the power of the tomahawk, and several uneven pits were smashed into the strong wooden shield.

"Ron get up, kill him~~~."

"Well done captain, smash the heads of the Germans."

The soldiers who watched the duel around began to get excited, they clenched their fists and their eyes were red, and the noise resounded throughout the valley, even Arold nervously clenched the reins in his hands, looking at Ron who was knocked to the ground worriedly, and regretted agreeing to this stupid gamble, but at this moment, the form was reversed, and Ron, who had been smashed to the ground, suddenly jumped up from the ground when he raised the tomahawk above his head, raised the edge of the shield and slammed it on Zhijeff's mouth, The blow made Zhigeev's lips bleed, and his body staggered back a few steps.

"Okay, nice job." Seeing Ron's counterattack, Arrod involuntarily slapped his saddle and shouted approvingly.

"Bell, bell, bell~~~." Ron was like a tiger, stabbing Zhijeff with the sword in his hand, but Zhijeff can become the elite of the Slavs, and the captain of Prince Ward's guard is not an ordinary person, he endured the pain and used the double-edged battle axe in his hand to pull away Ron's sword, when he held the handle of the double-edged battle axe, the two hands turned the battle axe, like a high-speed spinning windmill, making Ron's sword unable to attack, and Zhijief's trick made the people around him stunned, Unexpectedly, the seemingly bulky tomahawk seemed to have no weight in Zhijiev's hands.

"Haluha, the captain has used his trick to give the damned Germans a taste of it." The Ward warriors were smiling, the reason why Zhijeff was able to become their captain was the most important reason, this whirlwind trick could be attacked and defended, only to see Zhijeff gradually approaching Ron, and Ron had to retreat cautiously in the face of this spinning tomahawk.

"It's terrible, Sir Ron's not good." Everyone, including Sir Ben, felt that Ron's situation was very dangerous, and this kind of trick like a wall of wind made everyone around him feel the whirring pain of the wind blowing on his face.

"Tsk." Arold looked at Ron, who was about to be forced to retreat, and also worried, is this young man going to die here like this? Arold felt that he should help Ron, and he stood up from his horse with both feet and shouted into the field, "The center of the whirlwind is never moving~~~." ”

"The center of the whirlwind is motionless." Ron's words penetrated Ron's ears, and this sentence seemed to wake up the person in the dream, and Ron, who was at a loss in the face of Zhjef's tricks and sweating and didn't know how to deal with it, immediately put his eyes on the position where Zhjeff was holding the handle of the battle axe, and suddenly realized in his heart.

"Damn the Germans." Also surprised was Zhijief, who glared at Arrod's position, not expecting that the trick he had worked so hard to create would be broken by this hateful Germanic count, but he thought to himself that it would be naïve for these Germans to think that they would be able to defeat him in this way.

"Look, his tricks have changed." The soldiers who were watching the excitement around pointed to Zhijiefu in surprise, only to see Zhijiefu's hands begin to change in front of him and left and right, and his surroundings became as if surrounded by three whirlwinds, as indestructible as an iron and copper wall, because the constant change of tricks also made it more difficult for Ron to find his flaws.

"This Ward Samurai is really amazing, even I can wield a tomahawk, but being able to wield a tomahawk with such freedom is impossible without long-term hard training." Sir Ben watched the duel and lamented that among the heathen there were also skilled warriors.

"But Ron's situation is in danger, he has nowhere to retreat, and if he retreats, he will have to admit defeat." John Berg held an apple in his hand that he had found in the baggage cart of the camp in Billis, put it in his mouth and chewed it and said in a slurred voice.

"Actually, there is a way, but it is too dangerous, and there may even be casualties." Sir Ben thought for a moment and said.

"I know that only the most daring warriors would dare to do this, no, even the tricks of an outlaw, would Sir Ron do that?" John Berg threw away the apple core in his hand, slid his throat up and down, swallowed the scraps of the apple, patted his hand and said.

"He's already seeing it." Sir Ben crossed his arms and looked at Sir Ron in the field, only to see Ron throw away the shield in his hand and hold the sword in both hands.

"He, do you really want to do that?" John Berg was also a little surprised, he didn't believe that Ron, as a nobleman, would use such a risky trick, but he was wrong, and Ron rushed towards Zhijeff with both feet like a rabbit. (To be continued......)