Dressed in armor made of a mixture of cowhides, not as strong as the chain mail of the knights, but with good flexibility to resist spear tips and arrows, Arold carried his sword "Terminator" cross-legged, and in front of him stood five armed servants of the family, dressed in ordinary linen shirts, holding nothing more than worn-out weapons from the family's arsenal, and slingshots and multi-ball ropes pinned to their waists.

"I'll leave this section to you, and Yves and I will defend Sir Ebel's position." Sir Wendell, who was not riding in chain mail, admonished Arold.

"It's good." Arold licked his parched lips, although it was not his first time in battle, but he was still a little nervous, he nodded to Sir Wendell, and then kicked the pointed wooden stakes in front of him as a defense, these pointed wooden stakes were very strong in the dirt, and they did not move after being kicked by Arold, the light infantry in Sir Abel's troops may not be strong warriors, but they have a knack for digging the ground.

"Woo~~~." At this moment there was a muffled sound of trumpets from outside the position, and the infantry of the Count of Berengar charged the position with their weapons held high, they maintained a certain line at first, but after a certain distance they became independent, and the commanders of both sides were accustomed to this, and the medieval battle still retained the custom of tribal fighting, and even the soldiers tried to find an opponent equal to their own to fight, so the queue formation was rarely used in small battles.

"Rush, kill all these Masons." A town militiaman from Hamburg ran at the front of the line, wearing an iron helmet in the shape of a pot helmet, one of his father's legacies, wearing worn leather armor that had been purchased from a weapons merchant for dozens of silver coins, and holding a long-handled axe with a sharpened blade that could slice through human muscles with a single swing.

The town militia saw a row of sharp wooden stakes inserted in front of him, and under the sharp wooden stakes was a trench, and a slope was formed between the trench and the pointed wooden stakes, if he wanted to attack the light infantry in tattered clothes behind the sharp wooden stakes, he could only climb up the slope and wield a long-handled axe, so he had to turn around and run in the direction of the gap on the right side of the stake, it is human instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil, but his actions made the people behind him also divided into two waves, some continued to move forward from the right, and some advanced from the left, A team was split into two parts, and the strength was invisibly weakened.

"Archer shooting." The archers, hiding behind the pointed stakes, under the orders of the knights, drew their bows and shot at the crowd outside the pointed stakes, almost without aiming the arrows to hit people, but the leather armor on the infantry of the Count of Berengar did play a defensive role, as long as they were not too unlucky to be shot in the neck and head, basically only slightly injured, the arrows hung on the leather armor and the infantry continued to advance.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." Arold defended the third line of defense, and he commanded his five armed servants to shoot at the infantry of the Count of Belengar with slingshots, and the stones flew into the middle of the town militia causing a wail, and the slingshots relied on the mechanical elastic force to shoot the stones at the town militia, hitting their unarmored legs and faces, and some of the light infantry saw that the stones could also attack the enemy, and they bent down to pick up pebbles from the river beach and threw them at the town militiamen, occasionally hitting the town militia in the face and knocking them out, Fortunately, there are many pebbles in the river beaches, and even some archers have started to attack with stones to save arrows.

"Oops." The town militiamen were hit by stones one after another, and had to find a way to hide on both sides, but in the vertical line between the trench and the pointed wooden stakes, the light infantry took the opportunity to raise their spears and stab through the gaps between the pointed wooden stakes, and the stabbed town militia covered their wounds and fell into the mud and sand.

"Damn Mason, don't think you can beat me with such a little trick." The Earl of Berengarh clenched his fists as he saw his men divided into small groups by the trenches and pointed stakes, and the Masons inflicted casualties on Sir Berengarber's men with their deflecious use of bows and stones.

"Does the Count send knights?" The Earl's lieutenant again suggested that the leather armor of the town militia could not fully withstand bows and stones, and that only heavily armed knights could stabilize the morale of the army.

"Alright, send fifty foot knights." The Earl of Berengarh nodded, he also felt that he couldn't make the Masons too proud, his knights in the inner palace wore mixed armor of chain mail and plate armor, and were armed with swords and vulture-shaped shields, those Mason tricks were not a problem at all.

"The knight strikes." At the command of the Count of Berengaard, fifty knights dismounted, dressed in fine chain mail and covered with plate armor at their elbows and legs, and the wealthy county of Hamburg made it enough for the money for these equipment.

"God bless me, the Father in heaven is watching me." Hayden, a young Earl of Belengar, was a knight of the Inner Palace, wearing a pig-faced helmet on his head, and through the vertical bars of his mask he could see the muddy river beach in front of him, and he followed his companion in front of him slowly and heavily, the chain mail on his body making a rattling sound, and the tip of his shield occasionally rustling against the ground.

"Bell, bell~~~." Hayden heard a crisp metallic sound from his head, and he knew that it must be the sound of the enemy's arrow hitting the slide, and the knight's helmet was generally made bright and smooth, in order to slide away from the enemy's sword and arrow, and on the way Hayden was hit ten times by the arrow, and thirty times by the stone, but he only paused slightly and continued on his way.

"Ah~~~." As he crossed a pointed stake, the light infantry guarding inside had a look of fear on their faces, but the desperate situation drove him mad, and Hayden was silent in his helmet, with neither sympathy nor hatred, and the knight was only carrying out the orders of his own monarch.

The light infantry rushed over with his head down and holding a spear, he only had a felt hat on his head, his face was yellow and lacked nutrition, and the linen clothes on his body were worn in many places, it could be seen that this was just a poor farmer who had been recruited, Hayden shook his head secretly in his heart, this is not the battlefield where these people should come, he turned his body sideways to avoid the tip of the spear, raised his shield and slapped the light infantry's body fiercely, violently knocking the thin light infantry to the ground, Hayden mechanically raised his sword, and the tip of the sword stabbed down with one hand, The blade of the sword pierced into the back of the light infantry.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm." The light infantry lay on the sand, stroked his limbs a few times, and then stopped moving.

Even with his life, he didn't even hurt a knight's finger.

"Isn't there a decent warrior?" Hayden shook his head and muttered dissatisfiedly in his helmet, he turned around and saw through the gap in the mask that there seemed to be a noble banner behind the third trench, maybe there was an opponent there who could fight, and it was not only him who thought about it, but the other knights were also rushing forward, although they were slow, but the advance of the knights in full armor was unstoppable, and Sir Ebel's light infantry retreated to the rear.

"Onward, for the sake of our sovereign, Lord Count Berengar." The Hamburg knights were in high spirits, and they took the lead in the direction of the banner of the Duke of Mason's family, which had been divided by the trench and there was only one path to the camp, and the knights did not think too much about it, and they entered the road with steady and slow steps.

"The knights of Count Arröd Berengar have attacked, what should we do?" General Ralph strode over to Arrod's side, his body covered in some blood, the blood of the town militia who had attempted to storm the camp.

"Let the knights huddle together and the archers get ready." It is impossible for Arold to have thought of the knights' attack when he built this fortification, these elite warriors in chain mail did not work any kind of defense against the light infantry, but fortunately he had been prepared, and the road to death was on the path to the main camp.

"Hey, Hayden, you've taken out a couple of enemies." Hayden set out on the path with the rest of his companions, flanked by Masonian-arranged archers who harassed them and slowed them down, while the arrows did not harm the knights' bodies.

"It's all farmers, what's the use of killing more." Hayden said to his companion from his helmet, he felt that his companions were getting cramped here, he could even hear the friction between the armor, what was going on, he turned his head to look at the pointed wooden stakes on the left and right, these pointed wooden stakes were aimed at their sides, and the touch under his feet was becoming more and more wrong, not the softness of the mud and sand of the riverbank, but like stepping on the hay in his own house, yes, hay.

The alert Hayden stopped, but behind him were his companions, the knights were unhappy with his stop, thinking it was a traffic jam, but Hayden couldn't care so much, he lowered his head to uncover his mask, and kicked the dirt on the ground, which was very dry, and under this dry dirt was thick hay, why did this grass feed the horses appear here, and the smell of wine rushed into his nose.

"What the hell are the Masons doing?" Hayden looked up in bewilderment, and a hundred paces in front of his companion, a group of Mason archers appeared at the gate of the camp, the archers' arrows were wrapped with strips of cloth, and a knight held a torch to set these arrows on fire, and Hayden's heart beat wildly several times, and he turned sharply and ran backwards.

"What? What's wrong with you Hayden? Hayden's companions asked, puzzled.

"Retreat quickly, the enemy will use fire against us." Hayden ran in horror and shouted loudly, his actions amusing the other experienced knights.

"It's impossible, it's a river beach where the humid environment can't be ignited at all."