Seeing Dugol's actions, the audience in the entire equestrian arena, regardless of the commoners and nobles, once again let out a sigh of mourning, and even Sir Colby, who was on the other side of the equestrian arena, also showed that disappointed and helpless expression from the half-opened visor after seeing this scene: he had seen too much of such situations.

"Give me the riding gun, Master Herman, give me the riding gun" Seeing that Herman didn't react, Heloise shouted a few times in succession and found that he didn't respond, so anxious that she wanted to prepare to snatch it.

No one knows how many thoughts have crossed Herman's mind in just a few seconds - perhaps unwilling to quit like this, or perhaps feeling the helplessness and disappointment of Prince Conrad, or both, in short, the moment before Dugol was about to cover the white linen cloth on the black dragon shield on a white background that represented him on the podium, he suddenly grabbed the horse's belly, and rushed forward with a flat mounted gun.

"Ahhh

Hearing the sudden cheers around him, Sir Colby subconsciously glanced at the opposite side of the equestrian arena, and witnessed the sight of Herman, the wandering knight who had been with him for a long time, charging with a lance and a black dragon iris shield on a white background.

"I'm not mistaken, Wandering Knight," Sir Colby smiled imperceptibly, hiding his face behind the half-drawn mask, and shouted loudly as he slammed the half-drawn armor back with his right hand with fingertuckle-clad gloves, "Bring the spear!!"

After seeing "Sir Colby" pull on his armor and take the riding gun from his hand, the cheers from the audience rang out like a tsunami. All kinds of noise and movement are endless.

The horses of the knights on both sides snorted and gasped as they carried their masters forward, their robes and horse plate accessories rattling and fluttering in the wind because of their high-speed movement.

When Herman and Sir Colby began to be less than two spears from each other, they both tried to aim their spears at each other's necks: in the rules of the Illib Continental Horse Gun Tournament, no points were awarded for striking the opponent's shield, and one point for hitting the opponent's chest and abdomen, and the following. Two points are awarded for a blow to the neck or head, and if you can knock the opponent off the horse with one blow, you will win directly.

Both sides were knights with a wealth of experience in horse combat, and naturally they were confident in their skill and luck in using their spears, so they both rushed in the direction of a decisive victory.

When they saw that the cavalry spears of the two participating knights were close to their opponents, a considerable number of spectators stood up and waved their hands feverishly, and they saw that when the two knights met, their cavalry spears collided with each other's opponents, and the wooden fragments of the cavalry spears were scattered everywhere, like falling maple leaves.

Almost simultaneously produced two loud bangs. The spears in the hands of the two participating knights collided with the shields that the other had been prepared to raise in the lightning and fire, and the huge impact and reaction force forced their bodies to shake on the back of their horses, and even lean forward and backward.

The ears were filled with the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, whether it was Chris and the others who were waiting at the starting point, or Dugol, who had almost covered the white linen on the family heraldic shield of his knight, they were a little overwhelmed at this moment, and they didn't know what to say.

"Ah, Osmond, my god of light," sighed helplessly. Dugol threw the white linen in his hand to the ground, shook his head, and walked to his companions.

"This game. No matter whether you win or lose!" Seeing that neither side had hit the effective part of the opponent's body, but the shields in their hands were quite tattered, the herald stood on the podium and waved vigorously the flag depicting the coat of arms of his master's family in his hand, and shouted loudly at the same time.

By this time Herman and Sir Colby had reached the end of their respective tracks and began to walk in the direction of their horses.

"Are you crazy?! You almost hurt the future Duke of Saxony. And the Grand Master of the Ruling Order!!, almost !!" As Herman shook the reins and rode his horse to the midfield, Chris ran straight to his horse and forced him to stop, and roared a little uncontrollably.

"It was he who put himself in danger. Glancing at Sir Colby, who was also getting closer to midfield, Herman shook his head slightly and replied.

"You" saw Herman's answer so lightly, and Chris Ben wanted to refute something. But after following Herman for so long, he already knew the character of this guy, so he just held back a word of you, and then was speechless.

At this time, Sir Colby also stepped into the midfield, and the distance between him and Herman was only one wooden fence, and he pulled his visor back halfway back and said to Herman: "Good blow, Sir Herman, as he did at the knights' tournament at Castle Three Eagles." ”

Looking at the familiar half of Sir Colby's face hidden behind the helmet of a Lombard knight, Herman also took off his demonic ring-winged barrel helmet to reveal his face, nodded slightly in greeting, and replied, "You are the same, Your Excellency Grand Master Conrad." ”

Sir Colby was stunned by the half-undrawn face with a cross-shaped wound on the face, but soon a relieved smile appeared, and he stretched out his right hand, wearing fingerplate gloves, to remove his Lombard knight's helmet completely.

In the midst of an uproar in the audience, regardless of the commoners and aristocrats, Sir Colby revealed his true colors: a flat green head with naturally curly edges, a high nose, slightly sunken eye sockets, and straight eagle eyebrows. Green eyes the same color as his hair, and if he hadn't noticed the not-so-obvious cross-shaped scar on the right side of his face, many people would have mistaken him for the young Duke of Baier at first glance - it must be said that the appearance of the Prince Conrad was almost exactly the same as that of his father, except that he was not yet thirty years old and in the prime of life, he looked more energetic, while his father, the Duke of Baier, looked much older because of his age and experience.

"You know it's me?" asked Crown Prince Conrad, tucking the Lombard knight's helmet into his bosom and curiously to Herman.

Seeing that Crown Prince Conrad wants to have a few words with Herman. Knowing very well that he should go first, Chris bowed slightly to Prince Conrad and walked back.

"Yes. Herman nodded.

"But you're still playing?" asked Lord Conrad with a smile, in an inexplicably teasing tone.

Herman shrugged his shoulders and caused the shoulder armor on the competitive bust to vibrate back and forth with a metallic crashing sound: "It's not my style to quit for no reason without trying to do anything." ”

"Me too. Lord Conrad raised his chin and twisted the cross-shaped wound on his right cheek slightly, "Although this happens often. ”

Herman's expressionless face seemed to twitch a few times, and after a moment of silence, he slowly replied, "Indeed." ”

Crown Prince Conrad nodded slightly, and then put the Lombard knight's helmet in his arms back on his head: "Good luck in the next game." ”

"You too. Herman nodded, and put his demonic ring-winged barrel helmet back on.

After striking the left side of their breastplate with their right fists with plate armor gloves to each other, they signaled to each other. Both Herman and Crown Prince Conrad pinched their horse's belly once more and walked slowly towards their starting point.

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Since the Crown Prince Conrad took off his helmet and revealed his true identity on his home turf, he gave up the game quite dashingly, allowing Hermann to win the game - for the simple reason that if he did not give up the game himself, what knight or nobleman would dare to let the Grand Master of the Knights of the Adjudicator and the Duke of Saxony kneel down on one knee and throw in the sword and admit defeat? Naturally, he graciously gave up the game: he was able to play so many matches before he was recognized by Sir Bowen's men, and he faced Herman face-to-face. He was content too.

Herman, who successfully advanced, didn't have to think about the opponent he faced, and it was only natural that Chris, who was also promoted: he had experienced so many brutal battles with Herman, although Chris, who was also a wandering knight, had a lot of personality and style of action that were closer to the ranger knights, but in terms of personal combat skills, even if Chris didn't admit it, he could only reluctantly choose a simple, direct and lethal combat style similar to Herman's, and the advantage was that few participating knights could withstand the cavalry charge of these two wandering knights or big sword fighting。 It evolved into a championship battle between two knights who belonged to the same mercenary company.

In terms of the skill of fighting with a mounted rifle on horseback, Herman and Chris are truly evenly matched - in the first two races, Herman misses Chris for the first time and destroys his shield, and the second time he is lucky enough to hit Chris's Morin-style overcover. He scored two points, while Chris played more modestly, bypassing Herman's iris shield and hitting him in the chest on both occasions, also scoring two points.

There was a pause between the first two fights, as Herman hit the visor of Chris's head Morin helmet with a mounted gun in the second game, and the force of the impact dented Chris's visor deeply, so Chris had to pause the game and find someone to repair the helmet.

Although Herman's all-out blow accurately hit Chris's helmet, as a fierce Nelson knight with Knowlesian blood, Chris did not fall off the horse's back as the audience expected, but directly took advantage of the situation to throw away the shield held in his left hand, and simply stuck his back directly on the horse's back, narrowly not letting himself fall off the horse directly.

After the two knights clashed with each other, they slowly walked towards their own set off on their respective horses. Herman, who had been shot in the chest, was a little better, and he calmly turned his horse's head to stand again at the starting point under the guidance of Ah Tie, while Chris, who was shot in the head, was uncomfortable, and he staggered like a drunkard with the help of Heloise to take off his badly deformed Morin-style helmet, a comical scene that caused laughter in the audience.

Without the helmet protection, Chris would most likely be killed by Herman in the third match, so Herman directly asked Dugol to immediately call a blacksmith and ask him to repair Chris's helmet as quickly as possible.

The blacksmith who had been summoned by Dugol looked at Chris's Morin-style helmet armor with a large hole in it and shook his head, saying that he could only replace the helmet with a new one, which was the last resort.

Helplessly, Chris nodded in agreement, but fortunately, the blacksmith in Yongxiong City was basically quite experienced in this kind of work: the blacksmith immediately asked his apprentice to find a half-worn helmet visor, which was installed in a few minutes - it was very strong and sturdy, and it was the visor that clearly belonged to the Hugo-style knight's helmet on the Maureen-style helmet looked awkward, but it was enough to provide comprehensive protection.

When all this was done, Chris, who was also wearing a competitive half-body plate armor on top of heavy chain mail, remounted his horse with the help of Heloise, and nodded to the herald to indicate that he was ready.

"Drive!" As the herald's banner fell, Herman and Chris charged at the same time, galloping towards each other.

At the moment of the confrontation between them, both sides used all their strength to hang the back of the long handle of their respective spears on the hooks on the waist of their competitive half-body plate armor, raised the front end of the spears, and relied on the high-speed impact brought by the war horses to crash into each other.

With a dull crashing sound, when all the spectators saw a vague figure fall from the horse's back in the dust stirred up by the horse's hooves, everyone let out a resounding cheer: the champion of the gun contest has appeared at this moment! )