"Okay, then I won't follow you. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info I'll go find someone to ask for clarification myself, if you lie to me, I will definitely report it to the government to arrest you!" After saying that, Uncle Sam rode away by himself. Celtic was helpless when he thought about it, this person was really simple-minded, even if they sent someone to chase after such a large grassland, they couldn't catch up with their entire cavalry.

However, this time the incident was very unexpected to him, Edwin had been in the country of the sun for at least four or five months, and now the inhabitants of their territory were completely unaware, which showed that Edwin's secrecy was very well done. It was also strange to him that the inhabitants of the lord's domain would not be as loyal to the country as these herders, and even have to fight against the lord for the country, which had never been heard of in the Osland Empire. Maybe it's because of the people on the prairie who are inherently traitorous and disdainful.

Looking at Sam's fading back, Celt didn't speak for a long time. The knights behind him handed the sheep and horses back to the herdsmen, and with a command, all the knights whistled and galloped away in the other direction. They are now deep into enemy territory and have lost all their supplies. Although the grassland is vast, they do not have to worry about the enemy's pursuers, but they cannot hunt on the grassland for a long time, so they will not be able to fight for a long time. For a troop of more than 1,000 people, it takes more than half a day to hunt.

Celtic's goal was clear, to find a few small villages and grab some food first. He had now figured it out, he couldn't turn back if he had embarked on this path, and he needed to be responsible for the knights of a squadron behind him.

After a half-day march, the team arrived at a village. Celtic drove to the front of the procession and looked forward, a village of nearly a hundred people. It is not easy to have such a fixed village on the grassland, which means that there will be food reserves in this village.

Celt gently lowered his mask, pointed his spear forward, and the knights, who had been ready, rushed out like a flood of floodgates. The people of the steppe were particularly sensitive to the sound of horses' hooves, and the source of the earthquake was discovered at the moment when the knights charged.

The herders often have to face the wild beasts of the grassland, and they have long been trained to be strong. Several young strong men immediately lowered the wooden door at the entrance of the village after discovering the black pressed knights. This kind of wooden door is very rudimentary, and it is okay to defend the beasts, but it is not useful at all for the knights who charge the whole team.

The village was surrounded by a simple fence wall, and the inhabitants armed with improvised crossbows and bows struggled to climb up. The knights who rushed to the front spotted the weapon in the hands of the inhabitants and immediately shouted to the rear. All the knights immediately raised their shields, and in the next second, dozens of bows and crossbow arrows fell on the knight's shield.

The residents who rushed to meet the battle did not have a unified command, and the arrows fired were very scattered. Moreover, the weapons of these herdsmen are only used to defend against wild beasts, and they are not very lethal in the first place, and they are directly bounced off the pure steel shield. With the exception of a few unlucky knights who were shot at their mounts, there were essentially no losses.

The two sides didn't say much, and the knights began to charge from afar, and this intention was already very obvious. Whatever their purpose, the herders can fight back in self-defense. But now the difference in strength between the two sides is too big, not to mention the combat effectiveness of the knights, just the equipment on their bodies will crush them for dozens of streets.

The herdsmen did not dare to go out to meet them either, and for a whole squadron of knights, defeating their small village was a piece of cake. In fact, the best thing for the inhabitants now is to negotiate, a pre-war appetizer that can be done in any era.

"Which general's iron cavalry is ahead?" a middle-aged man climbed the fence wall.

If Celtic had stopped to talk to him before, he didn't want to listen to their nonsense since the morning incident of Uncle Sam. A squad of knights immediately separated and launched an attack from the flank.

The village was in chaos at the time, and the wave of knights in front of them was obviously the army of some imperial noble, but why did they start a war without saying a word? When you think about it, you can't stop. The middle-aged man immediately commanded several people to rush to the side door.

But there were still too many knights, and the number of improvised guards in the village was less than twenty people, and it was difficult for these improvised weapons to stop their pace.

The wooden door was supported by the knight's iron horse, and in less than a breath it let out a wail, and turned into material for fire. The improvised herdsmen pointed their spears at the knights who roamed the village. The knight looked at the herdsman's trembling spear, and let out a disdainful sneer from behind his helmet.

Enraged, the two herdsmen roared and rushed at the knight with their spears in hand. Although the two herders were furious, they did not lose their minds. The two separated and surrounded the knight from both sides, they had lived on horseback for a long time, and knew very well that the front was the strongest place for the knight.

The two herdsmen made eye contact, and then pounced at the same time, both spears pointed at the knight in the heavy plate armor. A set of heavy plate armor weighed hundreds of pounds, and as long as he was knocked down, no matter how strong a soldier was, he would not be able to stand up. It's just a pity that they chose the wrong target. If it was just an ordinary noble knight, he would definitely have to panic when facing two pikemen at the same time. But now there was only one heavily armored cavalry in this ranks, and that was the Marquis of Celtic.

I have to say that Celtic's ability is very high, although he usually looks like an incompetent gentleman, but those who have really come into contact with him know that the steel shield and steel spear in his hand are made of pure steel, which is more than twice as heavy as the weapons of ordinary knights, and he wields the spear with one hand effortlessly.

The two herdsmen in front of them discovered that this middle-aged knight was not simple when they fought. Celtic's steel shield in his left hand took the initiative to meet it, and the wooden spear was pushed by gravity into a full moon, and Celtic sandwiched his mount between his feet, and sat on the horse as steady as Tarzan. With a flick of Celtic's other hand, the herdsman felt only a pain in his mouth, and the spear was knocked out in the next instant. After solving one side, Celtic used a slight force in his left hand, and the wooden spear, which had already reached the verge of collapse, finally could not support it. With a "click", the handle of the gun snapped in half. Several knights rushed up and pinned the two to the ground, and ropes soaked in sesame oil tied them into a large rice dumpling.

The Celts had ended the battle on this side, as had the fighting in the rest of the village.