The audience couldn't see the situation on the field, but Jones saw it clearly.

Just as the two sides were getting closer, Hendry Brecken suddenly slowed down, lowered his body, and dodged the Blackwood brothers' spears, and the four knights around him rushed out of front of him as if they were coordinated, and stabbed the Blackwood brothers at the same time.

Lucas hurriedly raised his shield to block, but he was a step too late, was stabbed in the shoulder by a wooden spear, and rolled under his horse.

His younger brother Brinnden was no better, not only was he thrown out, but even his helmet was knocked off.

By this time, Hendry Brecken had already raised his gun and stabbed Jones.

With a thud, both of their spears exploded into sawdust, and Hendry's silver-gray steed stood upright under the impact, and then threw him violently to the ground.

And Jones's crotch black horse just raised half of his body, and he pressed it hard.

However, the attack of the two knights on Brecon's side followed, and Jones immediately pressed his hands against the shield.

Sawdust burst again, and Jones felt two huge impacts from his shield and abdomen at the same time, and the dark horse under his crotch was also spinning and roaring in the muddy field, as if it was about to fall down at any moment.

Jones stomped on the stirrup, clamped the horse's back, and finally stabilized after a few spins.

At a fixed glance, there were only three people left on his side, except for himself, only Percy and Carter.

Rona and the eldest boy, Earl Darey, were also defeated and left off their horses.

On the Brecon side, there are still four people after one round.

"Damn," Jones scolded in his heart, the Lucas brothers are so unreliable, even if one of them wins, they will become four on their own side, and three on the other side.

When the sawdust cleared, the audience let out earth-shattering cheers, cheering for the fierce and dangerous collision, some for the side of the Knights of the Riverlands, and some for defeating the black-armored knight who had blocked the attack of the two knights.

During the break for the next round, the squires hurriedly came up and carried down the knights who had rolled into clay figures, and handed over new wooden spears.

Percy and Carter drove to Jones' left and right with solemn faces.

The remaining four Cavaliers on Brecon's side are much more relaxed, they are all very experienced veterans, and in the case of four against three, the advantage is generally widened.

The horn sounded again, and the audience erupted in a burst of cheers, and almost everyone's faces turned red with excitement.

Mud splashes under the horses' hooves.

Jones raised his shield to block most of his body, and kept an angle to block, while holding a spear in the other hand, while lowering his body and pressing on the stirrups hard, staring at the two knights in front of him.

The neighing of horses, the crackling of spears and shields sounded again.

One of the spears that was supposed to be stabbing Jones suddenly turned around and stabbed at the bald Percy.

The bald Percy was focused on his opponent, and the spear stabbed from the side surprised him, and he felt the armor at his waist be hit hard, and then the whole person flew out sideways.

And Jones's fight was over quickly, almost the same as the previous round, with the advantage of strength, the opposing knight was stabbed out by him when the spears collided.

At this time, the key to the competition has fallen on Carter.

Both Carter and his opponent's horses circled in the muddy field, and finally the knight of the Brecon family fell first, and the horse smashed his right leg, and the knight let out a terrible cry, and his right leg was probably broken.

Carter's horse finally came to a stop after a few more turns.

He breathed a sigh of relief and drove to Jones' side.

"Three against two, it's still not good. His voice trembled slightly.

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On the high platform, Rhona was more nervous and blamed himself than anyone else, Earl Dary and the Blackwood brothers both used various excuses to leave the tournament venue, only he didn't even bother to wipe the mud on his face, staring at the competition on the field, and at the same time calling out 'God bless' countless times in his heart.

The Bald Earl was visibly delighted, taunting Blackwood's two sons, and although his own nephew was beaten by Jones in the first round, they undoubtedly had the upper hand all the time.

Blackwood surprisingly didn't contradict him, and he was disappointed in his sons' performance, which was simply stupid.

Edmure Tully, on the other hand, frowned, thinking about the impact of the different results of the fight, and how to deal with it.

......

"Let's not charge together," Jones said suddenly, "or you'll be distracted, this time I'll charge first, and you'll follow me." ”

"My lord, then you have to face three people at the same time, even if you ......" Speaking of this, Carter stopped, no matter how strong Jones is, he is likely to be overturned by the impact of three knights at the same time.

"So keep up with me and find the right time. Jones said in a deep voice.

The trumpet sounded.

Jones rushed out first, and Carter was at least a few blinks of an eye late for starting.

This move made the three knights on the opposite side hesitate for a moment.

Jones pressed the stirrups to melt himself into the galloping rhythm of the horse, while hiding most of his body under his shield.

With a loud bang, three wooden spears pierced the shield and slammed into his breastplate.

At the moment of impact, Jones felt as if the world stood still, the exclamations of the audience and the neighing of horses disappeared, and the bursting sawdust flew past his eyes, bounced off his armor, and was bounced back again. The black horse had almost completely stood up under the impact and was about to fall backwards.

After a moment, Jones moved, pressed the stirrup on his left hard, and leaned sideways, the spear in his hand quickly swept towards the three knights who were also standing unsteadily in front of him.

......

With a bang, Jones got rid of the stirrup at the last moment, fell out of the horse, and the black horse fell to the ground almost at the same time, kicking up a large amount of mud.

Then the audience erupted in the loudest cheers ever.

Jones saw through the mud-covered mask that Carter was still sitting safely on his horse, and he was the only one on the field.

"Hahaha, well done. ”

Jones didn't care about the mud on the ground, got up and ran towards Carter, the race had been like a tightrope walking, it was very dangerous, but fortunately they won.

"Carter, well done. Jones laughed and patted Carter, who had dismounted, with his right hand.

Carter lifted the metal mask up and said with a smile, "It's none of my business?"

"What?" Jones asked with a puzzled laugh.

"Have you ever heard of the Lucky Knight? I think I'm the Lucky Knight today. Carter raised an eyebrow and said with a teasing expression.