In order to successfully attack, Sir Will gathered all the soldiers with bows. Although most of the bows in the hands of the uprising soldiers were simple single bows, under the cover of the night, the noble soldiers were caught off guard and suddenly became panicked.≥,

The fire surged into the sky, and the noble soldiers who were in a panic overturned the bonfire and accidentally ignited the baggage, which further increased the chaos in the military camp.

"Crash, kill these bastards~." Seeing the arrogant noble soldiers who used to be panicked like headless flies, the peasant uprising soldiers who had been waiting for a long time shouted and raised their simple weapons in their hands and entered the military camp one after another.

"Quick, where are the spearmen? Knights get on the horse, where are the swordsmen?" Lans rushed out of the tent in shock. He looked at the mess around with bloodless face. The trench excavated by the Mecklenburg Legion was not used by the Mason noble soldiers, so that the peasant uprising army could cross without any obstacles.

"Oh." Under the night, the farmers raised the sharpened wooden stick in their hands and stabbed into the throat of a noble private soldier who had no time to react. Blood gushed out from their throats. The fully armed noble private soldier opened his eyes wide and did not believe that the peasants who were as gentle as lambs in the past would become their own god of death.

"Occupy the heights." Sir Will was wearing a chain mail and holding a sharp sword in his hand. He rushed into the camp surrounded by the peasants. He waved the sword in his hand and directed the soldiers, removing the archers from the wooden buildings in the camp one by one.

"Prepare horses, where is my horse?" In the dark night, Lans seemed to feel trapped in the vast ocean, with shouts of killing and noise everywhere. He didn't care about putting on his helmet and shouted to the servants.

"Sir, the stables were attacked. The horses ran away." The attendant reported in a panic.

"It's really a ghost." Lans's face was pale. He didn't expect that in just three days, they would be surrounded again by the rebels.

"We will fight for a bloody path." The noble barons were also warlike warriors. In this desperate situation, they aroused their bloodiness. The barons who had no way out drew their swords.

"Let the family knights gather. We attack in one direction."

"Yes, these rural bullies cannot resist the attack of the knights." The baron, who was slightly military-minded, immediately came up with an idea and was recognized by others. As for other noble private soldiers, they could only ask for their own blessings.

"Sir Will, the knights of the nobles are withdrawing from the battle." From a wooden building captured by the rebels, an archer of the rebels saw the knights of various families wearing bright blouses getting rid of their entanglement and gathering in a place. So he immediately shouted down the wooden building.

"Hmph, I guessed they wanted to run." Sir Will stood down the wooden building. He quickly climbed the wooden ladder and took a few steps. He looked at the chaos of battle from a high place. He knew the Barons' thoughts and quickly judged the ways the nobles wanted to escape.

"Do you want us to gather people to stop them?" a mercenary asked Sir Will.

"No, do your best to eliminate the noble private soldiers in the camp first, and don't care about the knights." Sir Will narrowed his eyes. He knew that it would be difficult to stop a team of walking knights, especially the nobles thought they were in desperate situations. Instead, they would inspire their determination to die. It would be better to let them go and eat the noble private soldiers in the camp first.

Under Sir Will's strategy, the actions of the nobles such as Lance were not stopped, and there was even a suspicion of letting them go on purpose. This was a good thing for the nobles Masons to escape. However, the private soldiers of the nobles who were left in the camp were in trouble. They lost the effective support of the strong combat power of the family knights and were abandoned by the family leaders. This double blow made many soldiers put down their weapons and wanted to surrender.

"Huh, damn mud legs, when I return to my territory, I must regroup the army and hang them all this time." Lans escaped from the camp in a panic. He had just gotten out of the predicament and swore to curse Sir Will.

"Stay resting in the woods and find some water, I'm almost thirsty." The other barons finally leaned on the trees tiredly as they passed through a small woods, and their hearts were filled with frustration and frustration.

"This time I brought all my soldiers out. Now I can't get a single army except for the elderly and women." A baron complained.

"For this battle, I spent all the last son in the bank." Another baron sitting on the ground said dejectedly.

"Everyone is cheering up. We cannot just admit defeat and let a group of mud legs defeat us. In the future, the nobles of other principalities still don't know how to laugh at us!" Lance stood among the barons and encouraged them, but the effect was not obvious.

"Bah, it's all your fault. I drove Baron Ferred and the Mecklenburg people away. If they were still there, we wouldn't have lost." A nobleman who was close to Baron Ferred pointed at Lance and scolded him angrily.

"What? Are you trying to put the blame for defeat on me?" Lans responded in a furious manner.

"Stop quarrel, let's just catch up with the Mecklenburg army and ask them to defeat Sir Will and his gangsters again." The other barons suggested.

"This is impossible. Three days have passed, and they must have entered the territory of the Principality of Bavaria." But some people said that the Mecklenburg people walked very quickly, and such fast marching speed is rare.

"Oh." After hearing this, the morale of the Barons was so low that it was so low that the effective military force in the Mason Duke completely slipped away from the fingers.

"Sir Baron, what's the sound of you listening?" Suddenly, a family knight listened with his ears, and it seemed that the sound of horse hooves came from the south.

"Are the mud legs chasing me?" Lans asked in shock.

"But the direction is wrong." The clear-headed nobleman said to Lance with a frown.

Indeed, if the rebels chased him, they should be in other directions and would never be in the south. However, the nobles would not be allowed to think about it carefully. The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the family knights held their swords nervously and took them seriously.

"Gray Law~." Several knights quickly ran from the road. These knights were wearing white black cross blouses. They were uniformly wearing chain mail and weird bottle-style helmets. The torches in their hands shone on the dark road.

"It is the knights of the Mecklenburg people." The hidden nobles and knights ran out in ecstasy from the woods, and the frightened Teutonic knights pulled out the sharp swords at their waists.

"Who is it?" Earl Ron, led by the leader, scolded loudly.

"It's us, Mason's nobles." The Mason's nobles quickly revealed their identities. If they were cut off by their own people in the dark, they would not be worthy.

"Didn't you go to the south? Why are you here? Are you the only one?" The noble Mason asked the Teutonic Knights like a continuous cannon.

"Oh, it's not just us who come. Behind us, the army led by the Duke of Mecklenburg is coming here. Tell me where Sir Will and the thugs are?" Earl Ron sat arrogantly on his mount. He looked at the miserable noble Masons and was ecstatic.

"What? The Mecklenburg Legion didn't leave?"
Chapter completed!