Finally, Sir Will could no longer bear it. The Mecklenburgers' long-range strike was too intense. If they did not launch a Jedi counterattack, they would probably have been wiped out without even a single enemy.

"Run~." Sir Will led the bravest soldiers to rush out of the camp. The soldiers carried the captured armor and weapons. Although it was ridiculous to mix the emblems of various families on their clothes, they looked like a miscellaneous army, but the soldiers who had seen blood and had put life and death aside, the coldness and numbness on their faces made them look very tough.

"Swoosh~." Not beyond everyone's expectations, the crossbow arrow landed on their heads again, but because the rebels were moving, they lost much less people, and soon they crossed the broken wooden fence.

"Mr. Lans, you always say that the Mecklenburg people let you take the lead. This time, let you see the strength of the Mecklenburg people!" Aruod looked at the embarrassing Lans and said to him condescendingly.

"Will you put the spear square first?" Earl Ron asked Arod.

"Ward Guard comes forward." Arod placed the killer heavy infantry in the first row, which is a rare formation. Generally speaking, the first row is lightweight but experienced veterans. Heavy infantry like the Ward Guard are usually placed in the third row in the rear as reserves, and are invested at the most critical moment.

"Very confident, Lord Duke." Baron Ferred flattered Arod.

"Crazy~." The burly guards of Ward, wearing two layers of armor, squeezed away the others and walked to the front of the team. Their tall and exquisite equipment was particularly noticeable. The noble knights and private soldiers looked at the Slavs in fear.

"I have heard that the Duke of Mecklenburg rose up by conquering the Western Slavs. However, looking at these terrible Slavs, I really don't know how he did it?" The noble Mason talked. This was the first time they saw the Ward Guard fighting.

"Oh oh oh ~." The peasant uprising troops rushed towards the Mecklenburg Legion like waves. They were already as crazy as they were killed.

"Hey." The members of Ward Guards had their knees slightly bent. The two layers of armor they wore made them stand firmly in front of other soldiers like small iron towers, while the battle axe they held in both hands exuded a creeping cold light.

The Slavic men of the Ward Guard collectively shouted violently, and this loud shout that was like a tiger roaring in the mountains. They actually shocked the rebels who were charging forward. Facing a group of people, big horses, iron helmets, leather and chain mail helmets, and shiny battle axes, they actually felt a little scared.

"Not good." Sir Will's heart was shaking. He knew that fighting was entirely based on courage and blood. Therefore, many generals paid great attention to launching a charge first. During the charge, they could enhance the courage of the soldiers and increase the intensity of the battle. This is also the reason why Sir Will knew that the rebel army had poor equipment but had to launch a charge first.

"Keep the charge. Don't hesitate." At the critical moment, the mercenaries played a key role. Some of them bit their daggers, held swords in their hands, and draped their hair. They took the lead in charging without hesitation. The momentum of the charge of the rebel army moved again under their leadership, but there was a slight loss of the momentum that was surging.

"Charge." The Ward Guards are also not vague. There is no word for fear in their dictionary. They have been taken away from their homes by tribal chiefs since childhood. They receive the most rigorous training, and their lives are to fight, fight and fight. Faced with the charge of the rebels, they do not have the mentality of defending the generals. For these Slavs, if the enemy starts attacking, then well, the only thing they do is to fight back.

"Ping Ping." Charge and counter-charge, fierce close forces, staged on this land, the rebels fighting for survival, and the Ward Guard, who had only fought for life, collide with the long sword, the roar of the Slavs and the peasant country slang intertwined.

"Puff." The number of the rebels had an advantage, but how could these weak peasants be opponents of elite soldiers? They might have been plucking up their courage in the charge at first, but gradually when they saw their companions beside them, their heads were slapped by Ward's battle axe, and their gray brains splashed out everywhere, and blood reflected into their eyes, the majority of them were frightened, and this made them even more timid.

"Damn it, how could this happen?" Sir Will waved his sword. He blocked the battle axe with Ward's weapon. The battle axe made him feel pain in his mouth and his body took a few steps back. In this way, he could see everything around him. The battle situation was obviously turning toward the Mecklenburg people.

"Earl Ron, lead the entire army to assault!" At this time, Arod did not give Sir Will a glimmer of hope. He nodded at Earl Ron beside him.

"Yes, the whole army assaulted." Earl Ron pulled out his sword, kicked the war horse under his crotch with his heels, and slowly advanced towards the battlefield. The Mecklenburg Legion rushed towards the battlefield like a beast that had already been unbearable.

"Raising the spear flat, stabbing the spear~." The spearmen were lined up. Under the leadership of the sergeant, they flatly held a spear and crushed it over. The tight formation was like a precision machine. The super-long spear pierced the soldiers of the rebels to the ground. Even if someone tried to use the spear in his hand to block it, it was a pity that the length was not enough.

"Swordsmen, it's time for us to perform." The two-handed swordsmen of Mecklenburg were shouting. These people from death row and outlaws were now wearing armor and bright blouses. In order to show their character, many of them deliberately split the edges of the blouses with daggers and sharp weapons into strips. The edges of the blouses were flying like lions in their running. The swordsmen proudly claimed that this was their flag.

The sharp two-handed sword slashed at the soldiers of the rebel army. These peasants who had never seen such sharpness, regardless of life and death, were terrible fighting style, were split in half by the great sword, or were pierced by the sharp sword.

"It's really hateful, isn't there anything more exciting?" The swordsman with blood splattered all over the shirt was very dissatisfied with the performance of these farmers and felt that it was not as exciting as killing wild boars.

The battle ended in just half a day. Under the attack of the Mecklenburg Legion's strong combat power, the rebels were completely defeated and annihilated. Almost no one escaped. Many of them became prisoners of the Mecklenburg people, including Sir Will himself, who was captured in a mess.

"Why? Why, you are here?" Sir Will knelt in front of Arod. His dissipated eyes looked at Arod who was looking down at him, and he didn't believe that he would lose.
Chapter completed!