You know, the average baron's team only brought more than 500 farmers.

"Lord Earl, I have recruited all the farmers in the territory, in order to maintain the glory and dignity of our northern faction, I will not hesitate to do so, but it is a pity, when this battle is over, I am afraid that there will be few farmers left."

Baron Cawindi explained, wiping the air from the corners of his eyes.

"Carwindi, you called the fathers of all the children in the realm, and if they all die in battle, those children will gather around the castle to find you to be their fathers."

"Hahaha~"

A young baron said with a frown, causing all the barons to laugh.

"Enough, all go back to their positions and get ready to fight, Caveindy, if you win, how many of your farmers died, I will give you how much to replenish, and the territory can also be increased for you as appropriate."

"Thank you, Lord Baron."

"Boom~~" The war drums sounded on the opposite side, and the barons who were older than the army quickly turned their horses' heads and returned to their respective positions.

"Go to war!" The earl on the opposite side was the first to shout.

"Fight, my knights, and have a good time." Not to be outdone, Devon Xi shouted.

"Kill~"

"Kill~"

The peasant legions of the two sides collided first.

In the battle array, Li Feng roared angrily, easily killed a farmer who looked a few years younger than himself, and stabbed to death a white-haired old man with a wave of the spear in his hand.

Then he began to kill and kill, even if he used one hand, he was invincible.

Blood spurted on his face, hot and moist, and the salty smell filled his nostrils, and he frowned, seeing many emotions such as helplessness, confusion, pain, and relief on the face of the deceased.

However, he did not have time for sympathy or hesitation, but quickly beckoned several irons to move closer to him.

The other guys are already going crazy, and on the battlefield, this situation is the easiest to lose your mind.

"Don't kill it, cut off your ears, and wait for a few knights to kill them." Li Feng shouted, gathering Tom, Jerry and the others together.

"Give my brother back."

At this moment, an angry roar came from behind him.

"Boss, be careful." Jerry reacted quickly, grabbed the sneak attacker and threw it, and the spear was consistent, which made the sneak attacker feel cold.

Li Feng shook his head and looked at the man with a strong figure on the ground, his eyes widened, and he didn't bat at the eye, looking at that somewhat familiar face, the younger brother in his mouth should be the one who died in his hands a few minutes ago.

Unlike the brutality of the Peasant Legion, the mercenaries on both sides are much more relaxed.

After all, they are a group that has been licking blood at the knife for a long time, and their combat effectiveness is indeed much stronger than that of the farmer army, so they have been fighting for a quarter of an hour, fighting and shouting and killing, and there are still no casualties.

This is not an abnormal phenomenon.

The careful Li Feng observed it and found that it was a group of sixth.

One by one, although it looks like the cut is extremely fierce, the moves are wide open and closed, but in fact, no one has a dead hand, after meeting some old acquaintances, you also play the turn-based system with a knife and a shot.

"Where is this war, it is clearly a battlefield reminiscence." Li Feng shook his head secretly, and he had clearly realized in his heart that it was still unreliable to rely on mercenaries to fight.

There is really no harm if there is no comparison, although the knights of this world are very flawed, they are still more than one grade better than the farmers and mercenaries.

More than twenty minutes later, perhaps exhausted, the mercenaries on Rudom's side left a dozen corpses and fled.

"These mercenaries who only recognize money and miss the old are really useless, gather all the knights and gentlemen, and charge me." Rudom was furious, whipped his horse, and gave orders to his barons and viscounts.

The mercenaries on Devonxi's side saw that the opposite knight had launched a charge, and when they were chasing the other party's deserters, they quickly turned around, turned around and fled, and their own farmers who dared to stand in the way were also split with a knife.

They are very wise, and life is more important than a huge bounty.

"Rush me!"

Devonxi frowned, waved his sword, and led his knights to charge.

The banners of the barons' families were held high, and more than two hundred and forty heavily armed knights, armed with spears and long swords, and round shields and meteor hammers hung on both sides of their mounts, accelerated and rushed towards Count Rudom's camp with a roar.

When they got closer, the knights in the front row put down their long swords and shook the meteor hammer, and the charge of the war horse drove the meteor hammer to whizz past, and a large piece of farmer's flesh and blood was blurred with a smash.

The southern climate is humid, and the resources and population are more abundant, so the Count of Rudom has a little more vassals than the Count of Devonch, and he has more knights, more than 280.

But the northern highlands are cold, the war horses produced are tall and strong, and the trained knights are brave and not afraid of death, and this time the 200 or so knights brought by Devinxi are actually inseparable from the more than 280 people on the other side.

"Kill, kill these Northerners."

The Count of Rudom was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a strong body and extraordinary martial arts, and he was brave on the battlefield, and in a short time four knights were cut down by him, and around his horse, there were a bunch of dead farmers.

Also coaxing is Thomas of the Northern School, who is only twenty-six years old and famous for his peak knightly skills in the Kingdom of Chris, and he has played it to the fullest on this battlefield.

Five or six knights besieged him, but instead died by his sword.

Seeing Rudom, who was about to be super-god, Thomas urged his horse and slashed at him with a sword: "Count Rudom, I'll meet you for a while." ”

"Where did the hairy boy come from, he dared to act in front of me." Count Rudom sneered and turned to fight Thomas.

For a moment, the two long swords intersected and struck the armor, emitting dazzling sparks.

The battle is heating up.

More and more people and horses fell, the smell of blood became heavier and heavier, and the screams came and went, and everyone who listened to it had a numb scalp.

At this moment, the formation was completely scattered and chaotic, and the battlefield was unconsciously formed into a dozen small pieces, dealing with each other's enemies, and the knights and nobles who fought forgot the grace and decency of the past.

Like ordinary soldiers, they were red-eyed, and they only roared and stood.

The small battlefield where Li Feng and O'Neill were located rushed in a team of knights and a dozen mercenaries who took advantage of the fire to rob.

"Uncle Senior~"

"Dad~" both shouted at the same time.

Li Feng saw Senior's neck slashed by the enemy cavalry's sword, while O'Neill saw his father being pierced by the enemy knight's spear and dragged several meters away.

"Damn, kill~"

Li Feng threw out the spear in his hand and pierced the cavalryman who was about to pick up Senior's head, and when he saw sideways, Tom and Jerry and others were dragging the knight who killed his father off his horse and stabbing him wildly.