The Brunswicks, who were in vengeance, fought bravely even ordinary infantrymen, not to mention that the Germans were originally bloodthirsty and warlike nations. Although they were often deceived and used by other nations because of their honesty, once they started a fire, they would be like a torrent.

The mountains and fields were full of Brunswicks. Just seeing the roaring and ferocious look was enough to make people tremble. If it were Earl Lauziz who had just invaded Brunswick, he would still dare to fight with him, but now he wanted to fight even his soldiers, even his soldiers were only thinking about how to return to his hometown with the spoils. Before the enemy was approaching, there were soldiers in groups of three or three fleeing. Fortunately, the Count's inner-domestic knights settled in time.

"For the Count, for the Honor." The knights of the inner palace were treated best in the territory of Count Lauziz, with fertile land and political privileges. In order to repay Count Lauziz and others to serve their own swords, the knights were wearing chain mail, shields and swords, and the squires of Brunswick were brave enough, but they were helpless in the face of the elite warriors in sturdy armor.

"Clang~~~." The spear hit the knight's shield and made a sound of metal collision. The iron spear tips were not sharp and could not pierce the thick wooden shield. The knights on the horse's back waved their swords from a high place to cut the throats of the Brunswick infantry.

"Take it~~." The knights of the inner palace knew that their advantages were not only strong armor and sharp swords, but their closest comrade-in-arms were the source of strength. The trained knights instigated the war horses under their crotch to squeeze out from the crowd. The originally strong body of the war horses, as big livestock, easily knocked the infantry around. Soon the knights rushed out of the infantry entanglement. The knights of the inner palace pulled the reins and the horses ran into an arc in the open space.

"In the name of my father, the untouchables taste my power." A young inner-domed knight named Marvin reached out and supported his nose-protecting helmet upwards, trying to keep his vision open. The chain mail on his body made a rustling sound under his undulating chest. He knocked the horse's abdomen hard, and the spurs on his feet stimulated the war horse to run forward instinctively. Marvin narrowed his eyes and stared at a spear-holding squire infantry in front of him. The reason why he could recognize this was a squire because his leather armor was on his body. Being able to own a leather armor must be a social elite with land. Usually, the knights will try to find opponents of their identities as much as possible. If it is not a little worse, it is acceptable.

"Um~~." The squire was concentrating on dealing with a sergeant of Earl Lauziz in front of him. He had never expected that he had been targeted by the god of death. Just as he held up his spear and slashed the sergeant's face, the sound of horse hooves came from behind him.

"Ma Wen always remembers that the war horse is the closest companion of the knight. The knight in charge is the most invincible. Don't hold your sword high when it is far away from the enemy, otherwise he will block it if the opponent sees it. Only by approaching him will it be effective." Ma Wen's mind was filled with his father's sincere teaching. He bent down and waved his sword decisively and resolutely when he saw the squire turn his head and show fear. The sword edge was like lightning, and the sword edge swept across the squire's throat under the running of the war horse. A blood light was spewing out. Ma Wen didn't have to turn around and rely on the touch of his hand to know that he had succeeded.

The fight unfolded on this small plain. Earl Lauziz's inner-house knights were very fierce. They kept rushing into the place where the Brunswick infantry gathered, drove the infantry away and killed them one by one. The combat skills were skillful and effective. The squire of Brunswick felt increasingly difficult to resist. Here the Duke of Saxony and his knights got rid of a tangled inner-house knight and came to support them.

"Be careful, Duke Saxon is here." Marvin and his war horses ran too far. On the route close to the Duke Saxon's support, he would face the figure who even Duke Mason was afraid of. However, the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers. Marvin licked his thirsty lips. The sword in his hand was covered with blood, and the shield was shattered because he suffered too much attack.

"I want to see how powerful this elderly duke is." Marvin muttered. He adjusted the direction of his horse's head. Not only did he not retreat, he was coming towards the Duke of Saxony.

"Duke, let me go." The Countess saw a knight of the inner palace of Count Lauziz who was not afraid of death, blocking her on the road. She immediately stepped forward to try to solve this guy who didn't know how high the sky was, but the Duke of Saxony waved his hand to stop her.

"This is my opponent, haha." Duke Saxon smiled heartily. He lowered the cover of his helmet. There were many small holes in the cover helmet, through which the enemy's movements could be seen. However, Duke Saxon knew that his vision was actually very limited and affected. What he relied on was not his eyes, but his intuition of being in battle.

"I am Sir Marvin, son of Baron Randolph von Kathan, and I will ask you for advice from the Duke." Marvin rode on his horse and followed the etiquette between the knights and nobles. He raised his sword, with the tip of the sword upwards, and the hilt of the sword was placed in front of his face and paid tribute to the Duke of Saxony.

"Yeah." The Duke of Saxony just nodded immediately. Although he was fully qualified as the highest monarch of the Principality with a high status, the young Sir Marvin was angry. This person who considered himself a beautiful knight had his own sense of pride and honor.

"Just your carbine and shield." At this moment, Marvin's sword-holder finally came to his master's side panting. He took off the carbine he was carrying behind and handed it to Marvin, and sent his shield forward.

"Good boy, that's great." Ma Wen happily praised his servant, took the rifle and shield, inserted his sword into the sheath, and the surrounding infantry also consciously left the two knights.

"Hold it~~." Duke Saxon held up his carriage rifle and protected his body with his shield. He knocked his war horse, and the war horse rushed towards Ma Wen like an arrow leaving the string.

"Charge." Marvin shouted wildly and knocked his horse's belly violently, and rushed towards the Duke at the same time. He put down the rifle and aimed at the Duke of Saxony.

"Oh no, Ma Wen used the carriage too early." The other knights in the inner palace who were watching the battle and killing the enemy secretly complained when they saw Ma Wen's actions, and they were sweating coldly for the young knight.

"Ping, Ping~~." The cavalry charge among the knights could decide the winner in an instant. Marvin stared at the Duke of Saxony's shield with his eyes tightly. He felt that he could smash the Duke's shield in the first round, and then swung his sword to slash at the old guy, but his wishful thinking was dashed. He saw that the Duke of Saxony had only put down his carriage several steps away from him. The tip of the carriage was aimed at the edge above his shield. He wanted to raise the shield a little higher, but at this time he realized that he had no time to adjust.

"Oh~~~." Marvin fell from the war horse. His feet were wrapped in stirrups. The war horse dragged him several meters away before stopping. A broken carriage gun was inserted into the young knight's neck. Marvin stared at the sky with wide eyes and helplessness. Blood poured out of his mouth. Those who had been through the battlefield would know that he was already helpless and that the blood would drown him completely.

"This is a fair battle, right?" Duke Saxony rode his horse for a distance before stopping. The duke threw away the half-carriage rifle in his hand. He uncovered his mask and said to the knights in the inner palace.

"Yes, but we still have to continue fighting." The knights in the inner palace said sadly, admitting that this was a fair battle, which meant that Marvin's family would not be able to revenge honor and revenge on the Duke, and Marvin's death was God's will.

"Okay, let's fight for a good deal." The Duke of Saxony knew that it was necessary to deal with the army of Count Lauziz, and the core of this army was this group of inner-domestic knights. As long as they defeated their rabble under Count Lauziz, they would not be worth mentioning.

The Duke of Saxony took the lead. He was very old but refused to admit defeat and swung his sword to the knights of the inner palace in an attempt to approach his inner palace. The Countess and the Duke of Saxony's own inner palace in an attempt to support their monarch. The knights in the chain mail and the knights in various heraldic robes were fighting each other. This was much more fierce than the battle between the Knights of the inner palace in an Earl Lauziz and the Brunswick squire just now. There was no tactics at all. They were fighting with all their strength. Whoever had more knights and whoever had superior combat skills would be the final winner.

In Duke Mason's vassal system, Count Lauziz is the most powerful noble. Over the years, there have been more than 100 knights under his command and granted titles. This is also an important capital for Count Lauziz to be able to rampant in the Principality of Mason. However, today Count Lauziz burst into tears. He saw with his own eyes that his elite knights were all fallen, either killed on the spot, or tied up. The three hundred knights under Duke Saxony overwhelmingly defeated Count Lauziz's knights.

"Sir, retreat quickly, we can't resist the Duke of Saxony." The knights of the inner palace pulled Count Lauziz's war horse and led the devastated count to retreat. At the same time, four or five hundred infantry were retreating with the Count.

"My Knight." Earl Lauziz said with tears in his eyes. He clenched his fists and beat his chest. More than one hundred knights spent many years of hard work and money, but all of them were lost in just one battle.

"Don't worry about Lord Earl, we still have five hundred infantry." The knights in the inner palace comforted Earl Ziets.
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