Marty felt the sweat drench her back, and it was only then that she understood why there was a proverb circulating in the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg, "Ten Slavic warriors are no match for Lord Boyer, and ten Lord Boyer are no match for the Ward warriors." The soldiers of Prince Ward's guard, their cold masks revealed a bloodthirsty gaze, they were huge and covered in strong armor, and rushed into the middle of Marty's soldiers, just relying on the strength of the charge to disrupt the formation of Marty's soldiers, the Ward warriors were like enraged bears, slamming their shoulders against the shield wall that the Welllers had tightly packed with shields, knocking the soldiers behind the shields to the ground, and then rushing into the formation and wielding the double-edged axe in their hands, as if they were cutting down trees in the dense forest, and the severed limbs and internal organs flew everywhere, The howls of the Wellers were earth-shattering, and there was hardly a single round of defeat under the Ward warriors.

"Damn fellow." Marty's eyes widened and her eyebrows stood upside down, she slapped her horse forward, clenched the hard bow in her hand, mounted an arrow with barbs, aimed at one of the most sexually killed Ward warriors among her soldiers, and shot the arrow in one go, the arrow made a sound that pierced the air, and instantly hit the Ward warrior in the chest.

"Woo~~." The Ward warrior was struck by the arrow, and the inertia caused him to take a few steps backwards, and he grasped the end of the arrow, and fell to one knee on the ground, but even then the Willer only dared to aim his spear at him from a distance, and surrounded him.

"Hit, should it be hit?" Marty looked at the Ward Warrior who had been hit by an arrow in the chest, and she didn't even let go of her hand to release the bowstring, but she saw an incredible sight, and the Ward Warrior with the arrow in his chest quickly stood up from the ground. He broke the tail end of the arrow on his chest, and continued to wield the battle axe.

"Wow." The Willers looked in horror at the Ward warrior, who could not be killed with bows and arrows, and fled in all directions, their spears and shields were no match at all.

"Be careful, Marty, the Ward Samurai are wearing two sets of armor, and ordinary arrows can't kill them at all." Marty's general immediately warned her, and sure enough, as the general said, these Ward warriors had a small piece of fine leather armor on the inside, in addition to a long battle skirt inlaid with iron plates, which made them slow to move. But only their massive bodies and great strength could afford this kind of armor.

"These monsters." Marty bit his lip with his teeth. Before she knew it, she bit her lip, and the red blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and she was unwilling to watch her soldiers being defeated like this, in order to gather such a team. How much effort and tongue she spent.

"It's a shame. If Lord Momis were still around. Then we can gather the armies of the lords of the mountains, and they are the only ones who will fight against the Ward Samurai. Marty's general shook his head and said regretfully.

"I don't believe we can't handle these big guys." Marty felt her anger burn in her chest, as if she had returned to the night Momis was killed. It was so dark that night, and the howling of wolves outside the castle, that she was awakened from a nightmare, and sat on her wooden bed, fearing for her father's safety, and went to the window, and there was no news in the silent distance. Then it was the servants sent by Lady Angelia to tell her about Momis's death, and so when the rumors spread, she did not believe them, but the anger of revenge was already burning in her heart, and looking at her mother, who was useless and had been in tears all day, she wiped away her tears and gathered the soldiers loyal to Momis, and began to plan revenge against Bilis.

"Marty, don't do anything stupid." The general seemed to see Marty's anger, he wanted to step forward and grab the reins of the war horse under Marty's crotch, but he was still a step slow, Marty kicked the horse's abdomen with his heel, and the war horse neighed and rushed into the whirlpool of the battlefield, the general's face turned pale, Marty is the only son of Momis, if she also dies, then Momis's bloodline will be cut off, and the army gathered under the banner of Momis will be scattered.

Just as the army on the right flank was turned upside down by the Ward warriors, the center and left flanks led by Arold gradually stabilized, and the pike phalanx even continued to advance, and under the dense spears, the soldiers of Biliss were either stabbed to the ground or had to retreat slowly, but the screams from the right flank and the roars of the Ward warriors cast a shadow on this victory.

"Lord Earl, do you want to send reinforcements over, Lady Marty seems to be in a bitter battle." Mayor Mathew, who was beside Arrod, licked his lips and suggested to Arold that he had brought a militia army of citizens for Arold.

"Nope." Arold set his sights on the right flank, he was a little hesitant, if he wanted to help Marty send ordinary soldiers would not be the opponent of the Ward Samurai at all, but would sacrifice the soldiers in vain, but if he sent the elite in his hands, the time seemed to be too early.

"If the right flank collapses, then the enemy may outflank it, it's too dangerous, allow me to lead the soldiers to build a defense." Mayor Mathieu respectfully said to Arrod, the son of a merchant who had been divided by Arrod, was loyal to Arrod, and he wore a Slavic-style pointed iron helmet and leather armor, and looked majestic.

"Okay, but what is Julian doing? Haven't the javelinmen killed Bilis's hussars yet? Arjod agreed to Mayor Matthew's suggestion and quickly set his sights in the direction of Julian and the Javeliners.

"Whoosh, whoosh." Julian and the Javelinmen lured the Wranglers of Bilis out of the battlefield, and as they retreated, they threw their javelins out of the way, and the javelins flew towards the pursuing Wranglers in the rear.

"Ah~~." From time to time, wranglers were shot by javelins, screaming and falling off their horses, or their bodies were dragged by their feet hanging from their stirrups, which made the vassals who led the pursuit very angry, but there was nothing they could do, and as light cavalry they lacked long-range weapons, while the javelin cavalry were nimble and active around them, and from time to time they threw javelins, this formation and attack method was repeated countless times by the javelin cavalry in the training ground and arena, so they did it effortlessly. But the wranglers were only improvised homesteaders. Their main job was to cultivate the land, not to fight and kill, they needed to dig food from the land to feed their families and children, and they were called by the lord only to cope with errands, but now it was not their will to be shot through by the terrible javelins, which led to the low morale of the wranglers.

"Lord Julian, listen to the brass whistle of Lord Earl." At this moment, from the battlefield on the other side of the hill, a rhythmic whistle sounded, and Julian and the Javelinmen who were familiar with this code immediately recognized that Arold was summoning them back to the battlefield.

"Okay. It's enough to play these guys. The brethren took them dry from two loaves of bread according to the military discipline. Julian raised his sword and shouted at the javelinmen, hearing Julian's order. The javelinmen quickly split into two teams. Bypass the left and right wings of the wranglers. There is a trend of outflanking.

"Oh no, these damned guys want to outflank us, get out of the city. Get moving, you idiots. "The vassal of Bilis, who commanded the wranglers, was an experienced military nobleman, and he quickly judged the intentions of the javelinmen, so he shouted at the wranglers, but these yeoman farmers did not receive this kind of training, some of them stopped, some of them rushed out of the road, some tried to turn their horses and leave, and some followed the vassals in a daze, which made their formation confused. The javelinmen, on the other hand, were able to complete the outflanking in a short time.

"The cavalry charged for the earl, for the honor~~." Julian waved the sword in his hand, and the javelin cavalry also drew their swords, shouted and leaned against the horse's back, waving the snowy saber above their heads, and followed Julian to rush to the team of the wranglers, the earth trembled slightly because of the trampling of the horses' hooves, and the dust and mud were raised high by the horses' hooves, like lightning, the cavalry of both sides collided together, the metal sound of the sword colliding, the muffled sound of slashing the human body, the sound of the human body falling to the ground, and the neighing and beating of the war horse.

"Ah, damn it." The vassals howled bitterly that they were holding their severed right hand, blood stained the mane of the horse under his crotch, the swords of the javelinmen were very good at slashing on horseback, the wranglers who were only equipped with rudimentary spears were no match at all, and after being repeatedly cut down by their companions, these homesteaders finally collapsed, they threw down their spears, desperately pushed away their compatriots beside them, and whipped the horses under their crotches fiercely, only thinking about escaping from these terrible javelin cavalry.

"My lord, run away, the cavalry is finished." The vassal's retinue blocked the saber of a javelin-rider and shouted at him, "With the help of such a loyal retinue, the mortally wounded vassal, protected by his retinue, fled into the distance, and the other wranglers scattered in all directions.

"Catch up and kill the best." Julian roared like an angry lion, his body covered in the blood of his enemies, and he almost forgot Arrod's orders with a murderous nature.

"Lord Julian, let's go back quickly, Lord Count is still waiting for us." At this time, a javelin cavalry stopped Julian's impulse, and his words finally calmed Julian down.

"That's right, damn it, I almost forgot about it, the Javeliners are back to the battlefield in a group, there is no water, I'm dying of thirst." Julian wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, and a javelin cavalry immediately handed over his water bladder, Julian couldn't wait to pour a few sips of cool water, and only after hearing his order did the javelinmen turn their horses and return to the team, the ground was now covered with the corpses of the wranglers, and the javelinmen only injured a few people, thanks to their excellent equipment, and rigorous training, with the pride of victory, these javelinmen galloped back to the battlefield.

When they returned to the battlefield, they saw that on this plain, thousands of people were fighting each other, two black lines crowded in the middle of the plain, and the rear flags were the generals of the two sides, the heralds were constantly shuttling between the ranks, bringing the general's orders to the front line, the battle line moved back and forth to the two sides from time to time, and the earth-shattering sound of fighting echoed in the empty space of the plain that was calm in the past, as if it had inspired this murderous atmosphere, and it was actually drizzling in the sky. The rain beat down on people's armor with a tiny tinkling sound, and the weary and thirsty people raised their heads and opened their mouths, and then the nectar from heaven.

"The battle situation seems to be unfavorable to the Earl, and it seems that the right flank is about to be defeated." Julian's lieutenant raised his hand and pointed to the right flank, where the Wellers were already in the situation of being defeated, and the reason why they were not defeated was because among them there was a female warrior with long red hair, her horse had fallen beside her, and the head of the horse was completely separated from the body, but even so, she was covered in mud, and still fiercely pressed the soldiers around her with a crisp and somewhat hoarse voice, and those soldiers clenched their weapons under her inspiration, stubbornly against the huge Ward warriors, Those bloodthirsty and terrifying Ward warriors.

"Hmm." Julian stared at the striking red hue between gray and green on the battlefield, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times as the adjutant urged him to return to Arrode.

"Lord Julian, Lord Count is urging us again, let's go, Mayor Mathieu seems to be leading a militia army to establish a defensive line, don't worry, even if the right flank is routed, they will be able to deal with it." The adjutant said to Julian that sure enough, between the right wing and Arjod, the militia led by Mayor Matthew had formed a horizontal formation, and if the right wing collapsed, it would also serve as a buffer and defense.

"The Javelinmen come with me." Julian seemed to have made up his mind, clenched his sword tightly, shouted to the javelinmen beside him, and then slammed his horse's belly towards Lu's right flank.

"What are you going to do, Lord Julian?" The adjutant looked at Julian in surprise as he rushed towards the right flank, the order he received was not to support the right flank, but why did Julian suddenly rush over as a commander, but the javelin cavalry who trusted Julian followed closely behind Julian, and the horses made a roaring rumbling sound as they stepped on the ground.

"Hey, what is that guy Julian doing?" Arold looked dumbfounded at the javelinmen who were rushing in the direction of Lu's right flank, and he thought for a moment that he had given the wrong order, but when he checked his order again, his order was unmistakable, and he asked the javelinmen to attack the enemy on the left flank. (To be continued......)