Arod personally led the heavy cavalry unit composed of standing servants and experienced soldiers. The forty heavy cavalry were divided into two teams, twenty heavy cavalry guarding Arod himself, twenty heavy cavalry led by the attendant Harren, and the commander of the twenty knights was Sir Ron. They were divided into three cavalry units and slowly pressed towards the Boar Brothers' troops, and the horses made a rumble sound on the ground.

"That's Arod." Grover saw the cavalry approaching them from the middle. The commander was wearing a shiny armor combined with chain mail and arm armor. It was only a kind of armor technology that only Mecklenburg had. The shirt on the commander also showed his identity. It was Arod, the earl of Mecklenburg, who was undoubtedly Arod himself. He was surprised and happy to see Arod appear here. As the earl of Mecklenburg, Arod actually appeared here in person. He was delighted that if he killed Arod here, he would inevitably be rewarded by Earl Lauzits.

"Brother, it's great, let's kill Arod." Grover's younger brother Ogden also held the same idea. The wild boar flag moved forward, and four hundred soldiers followed the flag. Even when their left-wing javelin cavalry shot at the marching team with their javelins, they had to advance according to the javelin attack, leaving several corpses and wounded soldiers along the way, but Grover's army was too large to shake their morale.

"Advance, no retreat." Grover rode on his horse, waving the cross-winged warhammer in his hand, desperately urging the light infantry to advance. Four hundred soldiers howled in chaos. They also knew that since they could not disobey the orders of the nobles, they could only accept their fate and hold the simple weapons in their hands to fight.

"The cavalry stops. Ron, you go over from the right wing, do you know what to do?" Arod suddenly tightened the reins of the horse, and the heavy cavalry behind him also stopped behind him. Sir Ron immediately led the knights to go around from the right wing after hearing Arod's order. Arod looked at the enemy gradually approaching, turned his horse's head and retreated.

"Don't try to escape." Grover couldn't help but scream when he saw Arod's retreat. He couldn't let go of such a good opportunity.

"Brother, don't let the soldiers disperse. Only dense formations can have an advantage." However, Grover's younger brother Ogden is not a simple reckless person. The Wild Boar brother was born a nobleman at least. He still knows basic military common sense. Only by arranging dense formations can infantry exert their power.

"You said to my brother. Don't get separated. Damn it, I would have known to bring the cavalry here." Grover looked at Arod, who was running farther and farther away, cursing in a fury. They were just searching for the remnants of Lida Fort, but who knew that they had encountered Arod's cavalry troops.

"Holy Virgin, when will this run, my legs are almost broken." The light infantry are all malnourished serfs. They may be able to fight with their temporary courage, but long-distance running is definitely not their strength.

"These idiots." Aruod looked at the hundreds of people who actually ran towards him. These people actually thought that they could run over four legs. Seeing the light infantry companies that could still maintain square shapes gradually loosened as they ran. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He nodded to the cavalry holding his flag behind him. The cavalry immediately stood up with his feet and waved the flag in his hand several times.

"Justices, the signal of the Count is here." Sir Ron saw the waving flag. He pulled out the knights around his sword team nodded, and closed the mask of his helmets. The knights put on their bottle helmets and clamped the carbines tightly.

"Hold it~~~." The knights kicked the war horse under their crotch with the spurs on their heels. The war horses spread their four hooves and ran away in pain. Twenty knights rushed straight towards the left wing of the light infantrymen. The sound of the horse's hooves treading the ground and the smoke rising up attracted the attention of the wild boar brothers.

"Cavals? Soldiers stop advancing and turn the team to the left wing together, hurry up." Grover immediately ordered a company of light infantry to turn and head towards the direction of the knights' charge. The light infantry stopped panting, but before they could rest for a while, they were pushed and squeezed into a ball by the captain, and extended the spear and fork in their hands to aim at the knights.

"Boom~~~~." In the collar mail and bright shield, holding a sharp and long carriage in his hands, Zeze shone brightly under the reflection of the sun. Looking at the knights who were even bright in their shirts and riding tall horses, the light infantry in rags were ashamed of themselves. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, but soon, amid the roar of the horse's hooves and the roar of the knights, the team of the knights suddenly pierced into the team of the light infantry. The horses wearing heavy armor knocked the light infantry in front of them to the ground. The sharp carriage in the knight's hand picked up the person who was stabbed away like a rag doll.

"Gray Law~~~." The knights gave up their carriage rifles and charged and hit the light infantry team of this company, the light infantry standing in front fell down like peeling onions. The knights then skillfully controlled the war horses under their crotch, allowing the irritable war horses to jump and jump in the light infantry team, kicking the light infantry trying to get close to death or injuring them.

"What are those idiots doing? Use your spear to kill those knights." Grover looked at the knights who broke into the light infantry company, and looked at them as if they were in a state of no one, even surrounded by hundreds of people without fear. He waved the sword in his hand and cut the light infantry who had tortured the courage to attack to the ground. He couldn't help but commanded with anger.

"Ah~~." The light infantry raised the pitchforks and shabby spears in their hands and stabbed them at the knights and their war horses. But the knights could not only chop back and forth condescendingly, but also wore solid long robe chain mail, and their simple weapons could not be consumed at all. Although the war horses were poked and blood flowed after they were poked, their strong muscles and running in the crowd reduced these damage.

"Arrowers, let the archers shoot those bastards to death." Grover ordered angrily.

"But sir, archers will also shoot our people."

"Come on my order, otherwise I will cut off your head." Grover didn't care about these cheap light infantrymen. He shouted at the people who raised objections. (Want to know more exciting news about "Traveling into the Middle Ages"? Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign in the upper right, select Add a friend to add an official account, search for "zhongwenwang", follow the official account, and never miss every update again!) r1152

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