"Charge!"

The moment he saw the enemy, Karl immediately gave the order to charge, twenty cavalry, including fifteen heavy cavalry, such a formation was like a torrent of steel, which stunned the serfs who remained to guard the prisoners.

"No, it's Sir Karl Dias's army, God, they're coming!"

The sharp-eyed person saw the family coat of arms on the smock on Carl and the others, and his face couldn't help but change greatly, and he was only a little impressed because he had seen it from afar.

"Spare your life, Lord Sir!"

But their wails had no effect, and their flesh and blood could not be stopped at all under such a cluster charge, and even if they avoided the spears, they were trampled into flesh by the horses in full armor.

"Hate, Baron Sa's lackey, it's not a pity to die!" Pine was the most prosperous, but all the enemies who touched his peak were all ugly.

"Stampede......

It wasn't until after the enemy was dead that the infantry was late, after all, they had to run up the mountain, how could they catch up on horseback.

"Go and get them free!" Karl ordered.

A soldier hurriedly walked over to the captives and cut the rope.

"Lord Karl, Lord Pine, you're finally here!"

"Great, the two adults have arrived, and we are saved."

Some serfs from the village of Black Thorns fell to their knees when they saw Karl wept.

"Say, what's going on now, why are you tied up here?" Carl didn't have time to catch up with him, so he asked quickly.

"We are defeated, and the enemy is rushing in the direction of Fort Wilton." There are serfs who have snot and tears, and they are sad.

"What about my father, where is he now?" Pyne was impatient.

"Baron Dias left, I heard their conversation, they didn't catch the Baron."

"It's okay, it's okay......" Carl and Pyne breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, if that's the case, it's not too late.

"Master Karl, I think we can get them on our team." Sylvia walked over and pointed to the freed serfs and soldiers.

Karl groaned, nodded, and said, "You're right, we have to use every ounce of strength. ”

"How many of you still have to fight?" Sylvia got Karl's approval and hurriedly set to action.

The serfs and soldiers looked at each other.

In the end, they got more than thirty soldiers, because Stark was busy chasing after the victory, so he also left the booty here, and Karl redistributed the leather armor and equipment to them, and formed a simple combat force.

"Let's go!"

……

"Those guys are here." Baron Dias's face turned pale, looking at the lion banner unfurled below, the appearance of his teeth and claws was simply a mockery of him.

"What should I do......"

"I'm scared ......"

The soldiers were fine, they were a little worried, but they were able to keep their composure, and their bows and arrows were aimed at the enemy on the shooting holes, and then they were ready to release their arrows.

But this was not the case with the old and weak women and children and the serfs who had just been forcibly recruited, the army of more than 100 people was dense in their eyes, and the murderous aura made them tremble with fear, and there was not much fighting spirit before the battle began.

"Baron Dias, surrender, you have no hope, and you can avoid some flesh and skin pain by surrendering obediently." Outside the big house, Stark shouted, his face brightened, after all, he had just won a big victory, and soon he would win even more.

"Surrender? Hahaha, has your brain become as small as a vulture's brain? It seems that you don't have a good brain when you say such things. Baron Dias laughed.

"Puff ......"

Faintly, there seemed to be many soldiers who were amused by these words, but the next moment they saw Stark's snake-like dangerous eyes, and immediately closed their mouths tightly.

"Baron Dias, your mouth is quite clever, I only hope you can say this when you beg for mercy." Stark snorted.

"Attack!"

He didn't want to say anything more, he just wanted to stomp Baron Dias under his feet now.

"Shoot them for me!" Baron Dias drew his bow and shot a soldier dead.

Baron Dias's bravery demoralized the defenders of Fort Wilton.

"Heh, carving insect skills." Stark didn't care, the other party couldn't hold out for long, and he didn't need to be angry with the other party here.

No matter how brave a warrior is, he can't change the whole situation, otherwise he wouldn't be a warrior, that's God, Baron Dias knows this deeply.

"Get the door open for me!" Stark ordered that they did not have enough siege equipment, and in order to be able to pursue the victory as soon as possible, they abandoned the few siege equipment and only took a few long ladders.

Now the gates of Fort Wilton were an obstacle, and the gates of Fort Wilton were not particularly strong, but they were not weak, at least the heavy wooden gates were bound with iron bars.

"Chop! Chop! Chop! ”

The infantrymen slashed hard at the wooden door with their swords, making a heavy sound, each striking a little scare the defenders.

After all, in the final analysis, it is just a wooden door, which cannot resist the sharp long sword, and every slash can lift a piece of wood chips, leaving traces on the door.

Baron Dias in the house saw this scene through the small hole, and couldn't help but turn a little pale, if the gate was really lost, then Fort Wilton would definitely be lost, he didn't expect that the shrimp soldiers and crabs under his hands now would be able to stop the other party through the corridor in the house.

"My dear ......," said Mrs. Aisha, was also horrified, for she had never seen such a scene, and was disturbed at the thought that she and her husband might become prisoners.

"It's okay, it's okay." Baron Dias could only comfort himself with this, even he didn't believe it.

"Whew!"

At this moment, more than a dozen arrows shot from afar like streamers, instantly taking the lives of several enemies.

"Boom ......"

The heavy sound seemed to make the floor tremble, and the roar made Stark's face change.

On the horizon in the distance, a group of knights sped fast, wearing frighteningly thick armor.

Behind them, hundreds of soldiers gathered together like a torrent of steel.

Stark's eyes widened, those soldiers were basically heavy infantry in heavy armor and medium infantry in leather armor, and there were basically no levies!

"Support, we've got support!"

The guard's face flushed, and although he didn't recognize the nobleman on the blouse, he could be sure that it was a member of the Dias family by the eagle.

This is where the coat of arms comes in, and you can tell the origin of this nobleman at a glance.

"It's Carl, Carl them!"

In Fort Wilton, Baron Dias also saw the person coming in the distance, and the leader was his two sons.

"God forbid, Carl they're finally here." Baron Dias breathed a sigh of relief, they arrived, then there would be no defeat, at least seeing the strength of the army in the distance, he knew that he would definitely not lose this time!

"My soldiers, hold on, that's our support, and we're going to give our enemies a head-on blow." Baron Dias shouted at the top of his voice.

"Oh!"

The soldier who saw hope was far from being in a state that had just arrived.

"Damn it!" Stark's face was ugly, and he knew there was a big problem.

"All retreat, leave immediately!" Stark had to give the order that this time he couldn't take Fort Wilton, and he had to give up.

It's the enemy's home turf, and it's not a good place to fight skirmishes.

There was a commotion in the army, especially in the rear, where the soldiers who could clearly see the cold spears in Karl's hands, and their faces were even more frightened.

Ten heavy cavalry, plus five light cavalry, were enough to easily tear him apart.

He wanted to escape, not only him, but the people around him also wanted to escape, and the crowd was crowded.

But it was too late, and the moment they saw it, they were destined to be given their names here.

The visor blocked the knights' eyes, but they could feel their pervasive killing intent.

"Huh!"

The afterglow of the setting sun, the cold armor of the knights, the blood on the spears, and the enemies that are pierced through the air make up an epic picture.

"Ahhh......hh

The knight rushed into the enemy line like a grim reaper entering the crowd, his soul being harvested, and no one could stop him.

"Kill!"

At this time, Sylvia also led the infantry of Hagrid's corps and rushed into the battlefield.

The already tired army of Baron Sharon was now even more powerless to resist, and the battle was one-sided from the beginning.

"Steady, follow me to break through!" Stark blushed and led a part of the people to attack desperately, but he barely managed to stabilize his position and fight with the approaching soldiers.

"Breakout? It's late! ”

At this moment, a cold voice appeared in his ears, his heart tightened, and a sense of deadly crisis emerged again.

The cold light rose and fell, and his gaze flew to the sky, and he fell to the ground again.

"My ...... What about hands? ”

He wanted to get up, but he couldn't do anything, he couldn't feel the presence of his hands at all...... To be precise, he doesn't feel the presence of any other parts of his body......

"Unwilling to ......"

This was his last consciousness, his eyes were closed forever, and when he revealed that he was out of his body, he was dead.

"Hmph, it's not a pity to die." Pyne's eyes were cold, and the long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood.

However, he abandoned his spear and used his sword to harvest the heads of his enemies.

"Kill!"

The gate of Fort Wilton was slowly pushed open, and the guards inside the gate gathered together, rushing out with various weapons in their hands, but the leader was Baron Dias, but he saw that the overall situation had been decided, and planned to surround Carl and the others.

"Surrender or kill!"

Karl raised his rifle and shouted.

"Surrender or kill! Surrender or kill! The soldiers of Hagrid's regiment were also shouting, and their voices converged to make the enemy's hearts beat wildly.