Arod saw the soldiers of Count Berengal on the watchtower, slapped over and over again on the front formed by Sir Eble's light infantry. The soldiers on both sides fought together, and sometimes they were broken through the defense line by Count Berengal's men. Sometimes they led the light infantry to push the front line back under the fighting force of General Relf and Iv. Sir Eble and Count Berengal's two battlefield commanders, Sir Eble and Count Berengal, stared at the front line at this time. This stalemate war made both nobles worried. One side was afraid of being broken through the defense line, but the other side felt the difficulty of the other side.

"In the third echelon." Arod looked carefully and found that Earl Berengal was secretly dispatching knights. These knights in chain mail coats gathered next to Earl Berengal. They didn't know what to do. In order to prevent Earl Berengal's sudden attack, Arod quickly dispatched the live force to the front line to support him. But at this time, Earl Berengal was riding his beloved horse. He held the reins of the war horse under his crotch with one hand and put his waist on the other. The war horse under his crotch was well trained and walked slowly through the knights with small steps. The knights looked at his monarch with spears in their hands.

"Charge for honor." Earl Berengal looked proudly at his inner-domestic knights. These knights were all children of aristocratic families in Hamburg County. They were born in a low-level aristocratic family. They were sent to his castle for rigorous training since childhood. In addition to military training, his beautiful wife also taught them various aristocratic etiquettes. It can be said that these knights are closely related to their family and have a relationship of prosperity and loss. They are dispatched at critical moments on weekdays. However, a few days ago, he rushed to send fifty knights to attack Sir Ebel's military fortifications. Unexpectedly, he was captured by the enemy's tricks and was captured. Such shame must be cleaned. Now, he, the lord of Hamburg County, Earl Berengal, wants to personally lead his knights to defeat the damn Masons and regain their glory.

"Grazi~~~." The knights held their spears and rifles high. How could they not understand what Earl Berengal thinks? What's more, under the leadership of Earl Berengal himself, these knights screamed in order to make contributions in front of the monarch who vowed loyalty, and they wanted to pierce the fortification in front of them with their spears.

"Forward." Earl Berengal looked at his knights with satisfaction. He hung his dog-mouth mask with hinges, clamped his legs and the war horses under his crotch. The war horses carried him slowly towards Sir Eble's position. The knights behind him were wearing armor and holding sharp spears. It was not an exaggeration to describe it as a golden sword and iron horse. The heavily equipped knights instigated the war horses under his crotch to step on the ground and made a rumbling sound, which was quite a bit like a mountain shaking and earth shaking.

"My mother, when can I get to this point?" Aroud opened his eyes wide and looked at the Earl of Berengal and his knights in the distance. The bright armor shone in the sun. The knights' shirts were embroidered with various family heralds and colorful clothes. At first glance, it seemed like a rainbow appeared. The triangular flag hanging above the carbine spears held by the knights fluttered in the wind. The knights under the flag were wrapped in chain mail and each looked heroic. They surrounded the Earl of Berengal and seemed to be on a journey as if they were on a king. This momentum alone shocked the light infantry under Sir Eb.

"Don't stand there, the infantry of Count Berengal is retreating. What's going on?" Sir Wendell couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw Arbor's dementia on the lookout. From the camp, he could not see Count Berengal lead the knights to fight in person, but found that the town militia, who were originally entangled with Sir Eble's soldiers, were gradually retreating, so he asked.

"Yes, my father, no, Count Berengal personally led his knights to rush forward." Arod came to his senses at this time. He felt sweat flowing down his forehead and rushing into his eyes extremely bitter. Fifty walking knights almost broke through their fortifications. At this time, Count Berengal personally led the knights to attack. Needless to say, his inner-domestic knights will definitely fight each other.

"I immediately ask Sir Eble to lead his inner-domestic knights to resist." Sir Wendell was an experienced knight after all, and he calmly said to Arod.

"But it may not be able to stop it." Arod hesitated for a momentum and said to Sir Wendell. Looking at the Count Berengal's imposing appearance, I'm afraid that Sir Eble's inner-domestic knights could not resist it at all. Only then did he deeply understand why the knights in this era had all kinds of privileges that surpassed everything. After all, having a strong knight is the guarantee of strength.

"You have to give it a try." Sir Wendell was not sure that he would be able to resist Count Berengal, but it was not the Knights who surrendered him like this.

"Okay, I'll go together." At this time, Arod also understood that he was in the watchtower, and he had no choice but to deal with absolute power. It was better to fight side by side with his family. After saying that, Arod climbed down from the watchtower. In order to reduce the weight, he did not wear any armor on his body, so he took his leather armor and put it on, hung his "terminator", and followed Sir Wendell toward Sir Eble's position.

"Why are you here, Arod?" Sir Eble stood on a hill made of soil, with his Hermann family flag inserted on it. Although the view here is not as wide as the lookout, it can also take care of local troops rotation. The injured peasants supported him in groups of three or three to rest in the camp behind. If the camp was not set up against the river, these peasants would have escaped in all directions.

Thinking of this, Sir Eble couldn't help but sigh at Arod's intelligence. Who would have thought that just setting up a camp would have such great benefits? In the past, he thought that he was the most military among the nobles in his father's castle, but now it seems that he still needs to learn a lot of experience. As for Arod, he not only thought of his beautiful and pure sister, Josie, but he was not unaware of Josie's favor for Arod, but the young nobles who pursued Josie could line up from the door of her room to the gate of the castle. Arod can be said to be the weakest low-level nobleman among them. However, after this battle, he felt that if he could return to the Principality of Mason without any damage, he would definitely find a way to improve Arod's status and allow him to compete with other nobles equally for his sister's favor.

"Sir Eble, listen to the fighting in front of you." Sir Wendell raised his head and pointed ahead. At this time, Count Berengal had led his knights to rush into the fortifications destroyed by the infantry. The Hamburg knights rushed in the fortifications, and the shouts of killing resounded throughout the position.

"Do we have any good solutions now?" Sir Eble's handsome face showed a bitter expression. How could he not hear the fighting sound, and more and more injured soldiers were sent to the rear. Fortunately, Aruod sent the third echelon of the new force up. These soldiers who were raising their energy could control the front line for the time being, but they could not resist for a long time. Under the fierce attack of the Hamburg Knights, the light infantry retreated step by step, and the number of lost positions began to increase.

"The Earl of Berengal has personally attacked our fortifications. At this time, only Lord Jazz, you lead the knights to fight back can defeat the Earl of Berengal." Arod stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, asking Sir Eble. At this time, only the Supreme Commander's personal leadership can increase the morale of the soldiers. I just don't know if Sir Eble has the courage.

"Have you reached this point?" Sir Eble was silent for a while. He stared at the corner of the Earl of Berengal's pennant flag gradually approaching him, while the Hermann family flag was retreating step by step. His eyes were a little wet and blurred. Could it be that the glory of his family's century-old family would be ruined in his hands?

"Mr. Jazz, please muster up the courage. Our Wendell family will advance and retreat with you." Sir Wendell's face, with a determined expression, also kneeled down on one knee and shouted loyalty to Sir Eble.

"We are willing to follow Lord Ebul until hell." The knights of the inner palace surrounding Sir Ebul knelt in front of the sir. They stretched out their hands to repeat their original oath to the sir. At this time, everyone had already become a savior, and even if they were not good, they would protect the sir and break out of the siege.

"Okay, in the name of God, in the name of the Hermann family, in the name of my father's noble Duke Mason, the knights let us throw our blood here and give me your sword." Looking at the knights kneeling in front of him, Sir Eble was moved. He pulled out his sword, took off his helmet, his beautiful hair fluttered in the wind, his handsome face shining with special charm in the sun, and his chain mail and Mason's blouse seemed to be shrouded under the favor of God.

"Oh~~~." Sir Eble's inner-domed knights stood up, and they pulled out their swords and shouted. Sir Eble strode down the small mound. A knight quickly pulled down Duke Mason's flag and carried it on his shoulders. The others followed him closely behind the Jazz. The light infantry resting in the camp saw the Jazz moving forward with the sword, and also stood up and followed the knights to walk towards the front.

"Sir Arod, please wait." Just as Arod was also excited and holding his Terminator and following Sir Eble, he suddenly grabbed his robe and blocked his way.
Chapter completed!