On the clearing ground between the Fort Willer and the castle village, hundreds of Slavs who were familiar with each other fought together. They were all people who lived in this land for generations, but now they were waving swords for different religious beliefs. The originally green grass was stained with a lot of red liquid, and lost its bloody face and fell among the weeds. The bodies trembled from time to time. It was not a corpse or a dead person, but a person in the melee accidentally stepped on it. ∮

"Ah~~~." A Slavic nobleman who attempted to attack Julian from behind suddenly screamed. An arrow appeared on his shoulder at some point, but the arrow only pierced a piece of leather armor on his shoulder. The sharp arrow was not deeply penetrated, so the Slavic nobleman was just staggered by the inertia of the arrow.

"Ms. Marty." Julian was immediately swinging his sword and slashing other enemies who were trying to approach. He heard something unusual behind him and quickly turned his head. He saw that Marty was holding the bow in his hand and looking at this side a hundred steps away.

The most elite in the Fort Willer is the archer. Lord Marty herself is an excellent archer. Under her leadership, the archers in the castle hold an archery competition every month to select excellent archers from the competition. Of course, the title of magic archer is taken away by Marty. This is not because everyone is humble and flattering because she is the lord, but Marty does have the ability to win this title. However, even the archers who were eliminated have good archery skills. At this time, in this melee, the Willer archers began to display their abilities. The rebel soldiers often took their lives by arrows from unknown directions during the fight.

At this time, the two sides had already fought in a melee. At the beginning, the formation of clear mutual formations and borders had become blurred. Now, you have me and I have you. Most of the soldiers are fighting each other, but the rebels have more people. So you can often see two or three people beating a Wealler soldier. Fortunately, the Wealler soldiers received military training in the castle and were much stronger than the rebel farmers in terms of food and nutrition, so they fought each other in a while without distinction.

"These bastards are really useless." Chief Lu Sien couldn't help but curse as he saw that several Slavic nobles could not defeat Julian. Although these Slavic nobles were not good at fighting on horseback and liked to fight on foot, they also received military training since childhood and were good at fighting with weapons such as big shields and spears.

However, they met Julian, who lived in a more harsh environment since childhood. He needed to work harder to gain Sir Avan's recognition. Therefore, whether it is sword skills or fighting immediately, Julian is an extremely excellent warrior. Fighting at the horse requires strong control ability. After all, the war horse under his crotch is a livestock. Even if it is well-dressed, he will run by himself. At this time, the horse knight's superb control ability and combat ability are required, otherwise he will not be able to hit the enemy on the bumpy horse's back.

"Ahhhh~~~." Just as Marty and Julian led the soldiers of Willle to fight hard, there was a shout of killing from their right flank. A leader personally rode a horse and launched an attack from the flank. Although the horses they were riding were not really trained war horses, but were just smaller pack horses. You must know that raising horses is definitely not a simple thing. This important ancient means of transportation is needed to be carefully cared for, but in the war, the side riding horses can always be sudden.

"Why do they have horses?" Julian was shocked. They originally thought that the rebel nobles preferred to fight on foot, but the Slavic nobles hated shaking on horseback, which made them feel uneasy. However, now the rebel nobles actually led the infantry riding horses to launch an attack from the flanks.

"Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping~~~." The nobleman who led the pack horse cavalry waved the sword in his hand and rushed into the middle of the soldiers of Fort Willer. The direction of their sprint was exactly where the archers were concentrated. The archers who were concentrating on archery were suddenly attacked by a group of cavalry and were caught off guard. A brave archer immediately threw away the bow in his hand and pulled out the short sword at his waist. But how could the short sword deal with a group of cavalry? They were hit by the horse hard, and when they were dizzy, they were slashed on the archer by the sword and sword on the horse's back without mercy.

"Matty." Julian screamed when he saw the direction of the rebel cavalry's attack, because it was exactly where Marty was staying. His concern for Matty's safety immediately kicked the horse's belly with the spur on his feet. The war horse under his crotch ran like a reflex when it was painful. The Slavic nobles who tried to stop quickly dodged to the side. The horses of the knights were tall horses carefully selected and raised. Such rigorously trained war horses could even bite and kick the enemy on the battlefield to help the master fight.

Marty watched the rebel cavalry disperse the archers she brought with her. She pulled out the sword from her waist and rushed forward fearlessly. The sword collided with the sword and made a crisp sound, but it was soon drowned in the shouts of the crowd. The support of the Willer archers was lost. The infantry was soon defeated. Lu Sien seized the opportunity to lead his subordinates to attack the Willer soldiers.

"Grey Rule~~~." Just as Marty swung his sword and slashed at the rebel cavalry that was rushing towards him, a rebel soldier holding a pitchfork suddenly rushed over from the left. The pitchfork suddenly poked the eye of Marty's mount. The mount stood up in pain and actually threw Marty off from above.

"Lord, Lord." The horseman holding a flag beside Marty shouted loudly in shock. After seeing Marty fall from the horse, he rolled on the ground for a few times and stopped moving. If the lord dies in battle, they will have lost.

"Well, I'm fine, continue to fight." Fortunately, Marty quickly supported the ground with both hands and stood up staggeringly. She shook her head and ordered the Willer soldiers beside her.

"Martie, are you okay?" Julian rushed to Marty's vicinity at this time. He had just seen Marty knocked off the horse, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Now he was relieved to see that she was safe and sound.

"I'm fine." Marty nodded at Julian. In fact, she thought she would die just now, but Marty felt that her right arm and ribs were severely damaged. The pain caused the sweat on her forehead to drip down her hair and her face turned pale.

"We must retreat from Marty." Julian of course noticed Marty's abnormality. As a knight, he knew very well that the situation was at this time. The Willer soldiers suffered one after another and the morale was already low. At this time, Marty was injured again. Many people saw her falling from the horse. Their numbers were getting smaller and smaller. Needless to ask, there must be soldiers who escaped in the chaos, while the rebels were full of morale.

"No, no, we will fight to the last person." Marty refused stubbornly. She tore off the hem of her skirt under her armor, wrapped the strips of cloth around her right arm, and tied the sword and right arm together.

"Please forgive me for being rude." Julian shook his head, and said to Marty, then he stepped forward and leaned forward before Marty could react. Before he could react, he stretched out his strong arms and pulled the stubborn female lord onto his horse, then kicked the war horse under his crotch, and retreated towards the Fort Willer.

"Oh oh oh, we won." Looking at the lord's flag far away from the battlefield and the Willer soldiers who were defeated in groups of three or three, Chief Lu Sin didn't even have time to wipe the blood on his face. He raised the battle axe in his hand and hit the edge of the shield, cheering loudly to the rebel soldiers beside him.

"Oh oh oh." The rebel soldiers also shouted loudly in excitement. Many of them were so tired that they couldn't stand it anymore. When they heard their victory, they simply sat on the ground. People who were also quick-witted looked at the ground, looking for valuable things on dead bodies on the ground. Usually, good weapons and armor on the bodies were plundered by the leaders, but the accessories and wallets on the bodies could sometimes fall into the hands of ordinary soldiers.

"Put down the suspension bridge and open the city gate, the lord is back." The soldiers who were staying in Fort Willer saw Julian and Ms. Marty racing from the watchtower. He quickly ordered the soldiers guarding the city gate. The wooden suspension bridge was slammed down and laid on the moat. The two solid wooden doors opened from the inside. People in the castle looked at the embarrassing lord and the soldiers following behind in surprise. They did not expect that Marty and others would retreat so thoroughly.

"Why did we almost win after leaving the battlefield?" Returning to Fort Willer, Marty's roar sounded in the lord's bedroom of the main tower, the stubborn young female lord stomped her feet angrily.

"Calm down, Marty, if we don't retreat, we will likely be surrounded outside. We must admit our failure." Julian looked into Marty's eyes and explained to her.

"Nee~~~." The maid wrapped her white thick linen around Marty's ribs, but because of the force, Marty's tears were almost flowing out of her pain. She fell off the horse's back and was indeed injured.
Chapter completed!