The soldiers of the Count of Berengar were divided into light, medium and heavy soldiers, according to the traditional medieval soldiers' equipment, and the soldiers from the more affluent families wore leather armor inlaid with iron sheets, hats and armor and held spears and shields, and they walked at the front of the line, because the armor and shields on these soldiers could withstand the enemy's arrows, so they were placed at the front of the line to cover the soldiers in light armor or no armor in the rear. As for the knight wearing chain mail and wearing a closed helmet, holding a sword and shield, it is placed at the back of the closest, which is also the meaning of the killer weapon of the worst.

"Attack." The militiamen of the Earl of Berengar, from the town, with shields and spears in hand, cautiously charged towards Sir Ebel's position, and between the trenches and the pointed stakes, Sir Ebel's light infantry held spears and pitchforks, and they nervously watched the enemy on the opposite side rushing towards them like angry waves, and the terrible attack of Sir Ebb's foot knights the day before yesterday made these light infantry feel uneasy.

"Soldiers, hold on, if anyone dares to escape, then he and his family will be expelled from the Duke of Mason's domain, and his land will be confiscated, and on the contrary, those who fight hard will be exempted from paying taxes for a year." General Ralph, a tall Norse warrior, wearing a Nordic domed iron helmet, leather armor, and a sharp battle axe pinned to his waist, walked between the ranks of the light infantry, and shouted loudly to these peasant soldiers, these peasants are all from the direct territory of the Duke of Mason, and have cultivated the Duke's land for generations, and most of the harvested crops will go into the Duke's pocket except for the offerings to the church, and how the peasants lost their land in the Middle Ages meant that the whole family had to starve to death, This was also General Ralph's psychological grasp of the peasants and soldiers on the battlefield for many years, and it was only at the suggestion of Arold that he added the words of exemption from taxation for one year.

"These farmers are just some cheap bones, and if you threaten them, you can make them fight desperately, and they will make a promise to be exempt from paying taxes for a year." General Ralph recalled that at the meeting with Arold and Sir Abel before the battle, he retorted to Arrod and said that it was only natural for a lowly farmer to fight for himself in the minds of the nobles, and that there was no need to bestow favors.

"Yes, threats can make farmers fight hard, but favors can inspire them to win." Arold, a 21st-century traveler who knows the farmer's dedication to the land and the hardships of life, would be overjoyed if he was exempted from paying taxes for a year.

"As long as I can win this battle, I can also report it to my father, Lord Mason." Sir Abel didn't think anything, this kind of thing that didn't have to be rewarded out of his own pocket just needed the Duke of Mason's nod, why not do it, not to mention that at this time when his soldiers needed to serve their lives, it was not impossible to say some empty promises.

"Oh, oh, oh~~~~." A shout of joy rang out over Sir Elle's position, and the peasants rejoiced at the promise of General Ralph, and they held their weapons high with a look of perseverance on their faces, and if the soldiers of the Count of Berengar opposite were spiritually encouraged by the blessings of the monks, then the soldiers of Sir Abel were materially inspired.

"God forbid, this Arrod is such a weird guy." Looking at the overjoyed and high-morale peasants beside him, General Ralph couldn't help but take off his helmet, scratch his head and mutter.

The Count of Berengar was on horseback, he saw the cheers from the opposite position, although he did not know what was happening in the road, but it was not a good thing that the enemy's morale was high, his brow was tightly knit and he turned his head to the adjutant beside him, the adjutant rode his horse to give orders to the squire holding the flag, the squire held aloft the square flag with the pattern of bows and arrows, and a hundred archers immediately lined up in two columns, they bent their bows and arrows, and after a command, a hundred arrows were thrown from the air towards Sir Abel's position, The arrows fell in an arc on the heads of the peasants in the trenches and pointed stakes, and the wails rang out among Sir Ebel's soldiers, and the Earl of Berengar's infantry hastened forward.

"Archers ready, put." At that moment a voice rang out from Sir Ebel's camp, and arrows were thrown into the sky like locusts from all directions in the camp, not as many as a hundred archers of the Count of Berengar, but these arrows passed over the charging infantry and fell directly on the heads of the archers of the Count of Berengar.

"Ahh The archers of the Count of Berengarh were shot by arrows, and they were knocked down before they even saw where the enemy was.

"What's going on? Did the enemy hide archers in the camp? The Earl of Berengarh was shocked and furious, he could not see where Sir Ebel's archers were hiding, and the other party did not know how to accurately attack his archers, and his own archers were knocked down dozens of people in one round.

"Look, Count, what's that?" At this time, the earl's lieutenant saw that in Sir Abel's camp, at some point he had erected a very rough and simple watchtower, which was not very high, but was made of four tree trunks tied with linen rope, and covered with leather and coarse linen, a simple structure but overlooking the whole battlefield, and a squire could be seen lying on it.

Lying on the watchtower is Arrod, from the watchtower he can see the Count of Berengar's offensive steps as a whole, he can give orders to the attendants under the watchtower at any time, the messengers shuttle constantly, bringing his orders to the front, as for Sir Abel's hidden archers, they are just hidden in the rear of the caves, those caves are distributed behind the position, the soft mud and sand of the river bank can be easily dug into holes, they immediately hide back in the holes after shooting, Let the archers of the Count of Berengarh not be able to find their targets.

"Damn the Masons, leave it alone, let the archers shoot freely, and the infantry speed up the attack." The Earl of Berengar did not expect Sir Ebel's army to be so scheming, and he vaguely felt that it could not really be the ploy of the so-called Roman military expert.

"Charge." The infantry of the Count of Berengar crawled across the trench with their hands and feet, and this time they did not follow the path that Arold had left for them, and many of them brandished their spears and stabbed at the men inside the stakes, while the men with swords slashed at the stakes with their swords in both hands, sharpening the tips of the stakes, and then shaking the stakes vigorously in an attempt to pull them down so that the soldiers behind them could rush in.

"Kill them." Not to be outdone, Sir Aebel's soldiers raised their spears and stabbed those who tried to break the stakes, while the soldiers with straw forks raised their pitchforks and whipped at those outside, the crackling of clubs on the bodies of men, and the screams of people when the spears were pierced.

"Whoosh." The narrow terrain and fortifications forced the soldiers of the Count of Berengal to fight only at the front, and the others were crowded on the periphery and could not provide support, while Sir Able's middle-aged archers hidden in the cave were coldly thrown, and the arrows fell in the crowd without even aiming, and the people who were shot by the bow and arrows bent down and fell, and the original vacancy was quickly filled by others, except for Sir Abel's archers, From time to time, the slingshot soldiers of the Wendell family also used their slingshots to shoot pebbles into the soldiers of the Earl of Berengal, and the pebbles hit the faces of Sir Berengarber's soldiers, splashing red blood.

Charge, incessantly charged, the Count of Berengar was also aroused at this time, he ordered his heralds to urge the infantry to attack and sweep away the enemy's fortifications, and did not care about casualties at all, this ruthlessness was in line with his nickname of wolf, and gradually the town militia gradually gained the upper hand, after all, with good weapons and equipment, the peasants were not opponents at all, and the peasants' long-term malnutrition also made them physically poor, and the combat effectiveness of the exhausted soldiers would be greatly reduced.

"On the second echelon." Arold saw carefully from the watchtower, although his own front was in danger, but the Earl of Berengar had pressed all his forces, and seemed to want to defeat Sir Able with all his strength, but the Earl of Berengal did not expect that the narrow terrain and fortifications limited the movement of the soldiers, and only some of them really fought, and more people could only be squeezed into the rear to do things in a hurry.

"Second echelon." Yves, who was in the rear, heard Arrod's words and immediately led the second echelon, which had not participated in the battle in the rear, into the front battlefield and replaced the exhausted General Ralph and others.

"Kill, let you taste the power of the Nordic warriors." General Ralph was surrounded by several town militiamen, and his roar of his towering frame and berserker-like battle axe like his terrifying Norse Viking ancestors sent chills through the surrounding town militia, a brutal combat that instilled in their deepest fears.

"Ralph stand back, leave it to me here." Yves stabbed a town militia in the chest with a sword that was trying to sneak up, and he quickly drew his sword and shouted to General Ralph from his helmet, just as another town militiaman's spear stabbed him, and Yves turned sideways and grabbed the town militiaman's arm, and then slammed the opponent's face with the armor of his elbow, causing blood to flow from his opponent's face.

"No, knight, I can still fight, let's fight side by side." General Ralph Ha Lu Ha Da Lu smiled, he and Ifu were back to back, dealing with the enemies around them, and the arrival of the second echelon also boosted the morale of the surrounding light infantry, and the already tired people also cheered up to deal with the incoming enemy.