Arrows continue to fly into the rebel army, the rebellious farmers are the first time to see, someone can ride on a horse to shoot arrows, to the Eastern European steppe warriors skills, so that these farmers who left their villages for the first time opened their eyes, but the price is a bit heavy, the arrow of the steppe warrior with a barb, once it is shot to pull out is very difficult, not to mention that the arrows are soaked in livestock manure, even if the person who is shot survives, he will die slowly in the infected virus.

"Damn it, return fire with stones." The commander of the rebel army saw that his men had not even touched the enemy's side, and fell one by one, and he knew that he had to find a way to deal with it.

"Yes." The soldiers of the rebel army were peasant hillbillies, and they did not have precious bows and arrows in their hands, but the wise peasants had their own methods, and they reused the ancient Greek style of slings.

The slinging is simple, with only a coarse strip of linen, and its ammunition is also a stone that can be found everywhere, and although it is not as lethal as a bow and arrow, it is better than nothing.

"Woo woo ~ ~~~." Soon from the dense phalanx of the rebel army, a rain of stones flew out, and the buzzing sound of the stones breaking through the air was like the sound of a swarm of wild bees flapping their wings.

"Gray Law ~~~." Seeing this sight, the nomadic archers did not dare to face it head-on, and they quickly controlled the horses under their crotches with their legs, and while dodging the flying stones, they turned and bent their bows to shoot.

"Where did these demons come from?" The officer of the rebel army looked at the cavalry like the wind in amazement, and he could not fathom how the cavalry could shoot arrows on the bumpy horses.

"Look, they're back." At this time, there was a commotion among the rebels, and the cavalry of the cavalry was seen wandering around them, although the archers were few in number. But the situation was indeed one-sided, the rebel army was completely suppressed and beaten, and there was no way to do it under the high mobility of the cavalry.

"You go back and tell Duke Sù about the situation here." The captain of the cavalry archers had one of his companions report the battle to Arrod, while he continued to harass the enemy with his men. This was also one of the characteristics of the Mecklenburg Corps, in which the officers engaged in the front had the right to make their own decisions when a favorable situation was encountered.

"Yes." Immediately, a nomadic horseman, whipped his mount under his crotch with a whip, and galloped in the direction of Arold.

At this time, the Mecklenburg regiment was resting, and the soldiers were doing their own thing, there was no noise, and no one was drinking and merry. They took the time to rest and eat a kind of soft bread, and some took out a long sausage, cut it into small pieces, and roasted it on the fire, and soon the smell of meat spread to the nose.

"Lord Duke, a cavalry has returned." Count Ron stood beside Arrod, and he took off his helmet, which was clipped under his right squeaky socket.

"Why is there only one person, is something wrong?" Baron Fred said nervously. At the same time, he instinctively swept his gaze to his mount.

"Let him come." Arold said to the others, as the cavalry ran to the outskirts of the camp. Jumping nimbly from his horse, he handed the reins to the others, and walked unhurriedly on his own legs.

"Lord Duke." The cavalryman approached Arrod's side and reported the battle ahead to him, and Yves and Ron looked at each other, and a contemptuous smile appeared on Yve's lips. I secretly thought in my heart that it was really a group of rabble.

"In that case, Ive, lead the Teutonic knights to defeat these peasants." Arold frowned and listened to the cavalry's reply, and he immediately made a judgment and prepared to use the method of thunder strike. Quickly get rid of this rabble.

"Yes." Without saying a word, Yves turned on his horse and waved behind him, and the count's squire beside him immediately blew their horns, and the Teutonic knights mounted their horses one after another.

The rebels behind the hill did not yet know what kind of opponent they would face, and the rebel soldiers were finally annoyed by the harassment of the Eastern European nomadic cavalry, and those who were able to resist the lord's rule with their heads in their heads, in addition to being fed up with the oppression of the nobility, had already regarded themselves as dead.

"Let's go kill these scumbags." Two groups of 200 rebel soldiers, wielding wooden sticks wrapped in iron in their hands, rushed at the archers, trying to drive away these pesky fellows, but the archers only turned their horses' heads and aimed their horses' buttocks at them, but when they chased them a few paces and saw the fleeing peasants turning back, the archers rushed over and shot arrows in their hands.

"It's really endless, so it's better to have a good fight." The peasants muttered, cursing in a country slang they could remember, but the Eastern European nomadic cavalry didn't understand what they were saying, and they continued to do what they had to do.

"Boom~~~~." At this moment, there was a roar in everyone's ears, like a thunderbolt in the distance.

"Is it going to rain?" The peasants looked up in confusion, and they squinted at the clear sun overhead, which looked cloudless and did not look like it was going to rain.

"Look, what's that?" At this time, someone happened to sweep the corner of his eye to the hill, he looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and after being surprised, he hurriedly patted the shoulder of the other person next to him and said.

"What's wrong?" The others also looked at the hill, only to see an unusual group of cavalry emerge from the hill, wearing helmets like iron buckets, some of which were decorated with terrifying horns and flying wings, which made people shudder without seeing the faces, and the eyes peeking out of the helmets revealed coldness.

"Oh no, no, yes, it's heavy cavalry." Not all of the rebel army were peasants, and some of them were mercenaries with a little knowledge, so it can be said that these mercenaries who were originally wandering around and adventurous were the real fighting power in this army, but when they saw the cavalry coming down from the hills, they couldn't help but secretly cry bitter.

"Heavy cavalry? What's going on? The commanding officer of the rebel army, hearing the words of the mercenaries, was also anxious, he hurriedly stretched his neck to look, after the Duke of Mason's life and death were unknown, the nobles became scattered, just taking care of their own affairs, and could not organize a heavy cavalry unit at all, if a heavy cavalry unit appeared, then there must be a private soldier of the great nobles.

"The Teutonic knights attack~~~~." The leader Yves stretched out his sharp blade prosthetics, and he looked coldly at the peasant rebel army under the hill that had been lured by the Eastern European archers and divided into three parts, and it was a good opportunity to break them all, Count Yves decisively ordered.

"Gray Law ~~~." The Teutonic knights clenched their pistols and kicked them in the belly with the spurs of their heels, and the horses spread their hooves and rushed down the hill, first rushing towards the nearest peasant army.

"Ahhh The bloodless peasants watched as the Teutonic knights, clad in iron armor and majestic on their high horses, approached.

The peasants waved their weapons in a frustrated attempt to hold off the torrent of steel with their rudimentary weapons, but their resistance was as weak as pieces of paper, and in an instant the spears of the Teutonic knights burst into the ranks and tore the rebellious ranks to shreds.

"Wow~~~." When the surviving peasants had not yet reacted from the corpses of their companions, the Teutonic knights quickly threw away, drew out the mace at their waists, and struck the peasants on their heads.

"Oh, Christ save me~~~~." The peasants, who had never seen such a brutal war, wept and called the name of Christ, threw away a weapon in their hands, and fled with their feet scattered.

"Quick, send someone to tell Sir Sù Will." The pale-faced commander of the rebel army, who was not far away and watched the unfortunate army being wiped out, hurriedly grabbed a peasant soldier beside him, and shouted loudly almost with all his might. (To be continued......)