The appearance of the heavy-armed knights means that Arod finally sent out the elite in his hands without reservation. Sir Ban led the knights of the St. Jomme Monks to raise their super-long carriages and slowly entered the battlefield. As soon as they appeared, they attracted the attention of all parties. Billis looked at the super-long carriage gun like a forest, and sweat flowed down his cheeks. He did not expect that the Germans would actually equip their knights with this seemingly imposing carriage gun. It can be imagined that well-trained knights charge side by side, and no one could resist the survival under the carriage gun.

"May the gods curse you, may your body rot and smelly, damn Arod." Billis cursed, and he looked around and found that no one could be sent beside him except his own cavalry.

"Ah~~~." The battle that had lasted for a whole day on the battlefield made the soldiers of both sides exhausted. As long as anyone had the emerging power to enter the battle at this time, the balance of victory was likely to fall to one side. In later professional military terms, it was obvious that Billis did not understand the experience taught by his father, the Great Chief Mecklenburg.

"I went to kill that bastard Arod myself." Billis saw Arod's flag heading towards the left wing. He held the reins in his hand, clamped the horse under his crotch with his legs, and headed towards Arod. The weapon in Billis's hand was an iron sword made of hollow gold with the hilt of the sword, showing his noble and rich status. When he pulled out the sword, the cavalrymen behind him also pulled out their swords, holding a round wooden shield in his left hand.

"Sir, look, Billis's flag is moving." At this time, a knight in the inner palace beside Arod hurriedly reported to Arod when he saw Billis's actions.

"Don't worry about him, speed up the attack." Arod glanced at the opposite side while running. Sure enough, Billis led his followers to rush towards him straight, but he was still one step late. Arod led his inner-domestic knights to detour the left wing. They did not arrange into wedge arrays like light cavalry, but were arranged into three linear arrays, in order to maximize the power of the super-long cavalry in their hands.

"Sir, we have finished lineup." A knight with white feathers on his helmet among the knights in his inner palace knocked his war horse and walked to Arod's left to report to Arod.

"Very good. You should know the trick of Ron. In the moment of charge, put the leather strap on your shoulder and aim the tip of the carriage gun in front of you." Arod looked at the young knight. His name was Ron, the child of the distant relative sent to him by Baron Wendell. He also had eleven companions with him, all of whom were noble children with various blood ties with the Wendell family. His family background was innocent and well-known, so Arod incorporated them into his inner-domestic knights.

"Sir, please rest assured that my companions and I know how to use this kind of carbine." Ron nodded vigorously. Although he was a real noble child, because his father had no fiefdom, his livelihood became a problem as an adult. As an innocent family, he was unwilling to be a Green Forest robber or become a hired knight who fought for money. At this time, Baron Wendell's recommendation letter was delivered to him like timely rain. Becoming a great noble knight was like bread falling from the sky, which meant a stable income and the opportunity to advance further. So he came to Mecklenburg County without saying a word and successfully became Arod's inner knight.

"Knights, charge for honor, till the end of hell." Arod put down his mask, raised the sword in his hand, stood on the horse with his feet, shouting at his inner knights, who were composed of the knights of Wendell family relatives and the knights presented by Bishop Mainz.

"For honor~~~." The knights in the inner palace were all young people with strong desire for honor and status, and their desire for honor and status made them have an indomitable spirit. This is the aristocratic arrogance deeply imprinted in their bones. When the knights, wearing heavy armor under their crotch, took a step slowly, gradually from slow steps to trotting to galloping rapidly, the sound gradually changed from a gentle sound of hooves to a roar like thunder.

"Boom~~~." When more than thirty inner-domestic knights appeared on the side of the soldiers of Billis under the leadership of Arod, the Slavic soldiers looked at the extremely long carriage rifles holding high like forests. The spears in the knights' hands trembled left and right at the top of the mercedes' carriage. However, when the war horses driven by the knights rode their horses to a position about one hundred yards away from the Slavic soldiers, they shouted and placed the leather straps on the right shoulder in unison, and lowered the flat end slightly below the carriage rifle.

As fast as lightning and thunder, the knights in the inner palace were shouting like a hot knife cutting into butter and rushed into the crowd of Slavs. The sharp spear, the high-speed collision of war horses, and the terrifying destructive power formed by the superposition of the terrifying elements of the knight's strong arms made the dense formation thinner, and the knight trampled on countless Slav corpses under the horse.

"No~~~." Billis looked at his soldiers fleeing with fear under Arod's sharp attack. When the loss of the troops reached one-third, even the most skilled army would flee timidly because most of his companions were killed. The situation faced by the soldiers of Billis was even more dangerous. On the front, the indestructible spear formation was constantly advancing like a city wall, and the side was impacted by the inner knights who used the super-long rifle that was scared at first glance. The sounds were everywhere in his ears and the noises made by the collision between the war horses and the noises made by the human body.

"Escape, we are defeated." Billis' infantrymen were as if they were in a collapse from the direction of the left wing Arod's impact, and fled one after another. The morale collapsed like a plague. The deserters fled in all directions regardless of the whip and roar of their leaders. Billis' infantry regiment command system had completely collapsed at this time.

"Sir, should we retreat into the valley?" the people around Billis suggested.

"I~~~." Billis looked at the head of the inner-domestic knights who were trying to resist in his infantry regiment, as well as constantly attacking and capturing his soldiers. His fingernails, holding the reins of the horse, cut through his palms without feeling any pain. He really wanted to leave everything behind just to kill the hateful Arude, but in the end rationality defeated his anger. He had no chance to kill Arude in the inner-domestic knights and spear phalanx inspired by victory. At this time, the best way was to push down the valley and gather his subordinates, and wait for the opportunity to fight with Arude.

"Woo, woo, woo~~~~." A low trumpet sound came from the direction where Billis was. The Slavs knew that this was the order to retreat. Billis's flag spiraled and retreated into the valley behind him, and the remaining defeated generals followed like a tide.

"It's really hateful." Arod uncovered his mask, his face covered with sweat. He watched Billis, who was retreating, insert his sword back into the scabbard in annoyance. The Cavaliers who had attacked Billis had already been dispatched, and at this time he had no force to mobilize to intercept Billis. He could only watch Billis's flag retreat calmly away from the battlefield.

"This is a great victory." Johnberg carried his long halberd and ran to Arod. He raised his head and looked at Arod, who was sitting on the war horse and congratulated him, defeating Billis' army and forcing Billis out of the battle, which seemed to be a perfect victory for any medieval noble.

"Victory?" Arod did not think so. Although the enemy's troops were severely damaged, many soldiers escaped smoothly. It only took one night to gather under the banner of Billis, which means that the enemy's living forces were not completely destroyed, and more importantly, their flag and leader Billis were not dead or captured.

"Isn't this a victory? Shouldn't it be a celebration?" John Berg looked at Arod, riding a horse, and felt a little puzzled. He asked Ron, who had to shrugge.

Ted led the special forces to stay with the baggage pack horse team, and he felt very dissatisfied. Why didn't the Count send him to the front line? Looking at the desperate swordsmen who were holding their swords on their shoulders, talking to each other with a relaxed look on their faces, watching the serious faces of the spearmen and the proud knights chasing the Slavs everywhere, he felt like an ant on a hot pan.

"Master Ted, the Count is looking for you." At this time, Arod's personal servant rode to him and ordered him. When he heard this news, Ted finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the Count had not forgotten him, but he didn't know how Julian was doing.

"Master Earl." Arod returned to his tent after the battle. Ted followed his personal servant to Arod's tent. He saw the Javelin Cavalry sitting in groups of three or three outside the tent. Their faces were exhausted and their bodies were covered with scars, and they had no appearance that the winner should have.
Chapter completed!