The Bavarian knights leaned forward as much as possible, driving the war horses under their crotch to squeeze into the city. Some people may think this is a very stupid strategy to allow the cavalry to fight at the narrow city gate, but the Bavarians have their own military experience. The knights in heavy armor forced themselves into the middle of the enemy with their own weight and impact. When the enemy faced the knight's panic, the knights could slash the enemy condescendingly, just like a lion's claws tearing apart the enemy's formation.

"Stay, keep it." Earl Ron rode on his horse, and he stared at the city gate from the peeping hole of the helmet mask. The collapsed wooden door lay crookedly on the ground, and the open city gate was like an old man's teeth.

"Sir, they are here." Earl Ron's inner-house knight pointed at the city gate and said to his master who was swearing to his deathly loyalty.

"Boom~, gray rule~." A sharp neighing sound of war horses reflected the eyes of the Mecklenburg soldiers. These knights in armor and bright blouses shouted and crashed into the city like a group of angry bulls.

"Run, rush, rush." ​​The Bavarian Cavaliers captain kicked the war horse under his crotch with the Golden Spurs on his heels desperately. The war horse's mouth was splashing white foam in the pain, and neighed like crazy.

"Well, what is this?" The Bavarian Knight Captain was the first to rush into the city gate. He rode on a war horse and peeked through the cracks of his semi-closed helmet and saw the dense Mecklenburg soldiers at the gate.

These Mecklenburg soldiers were crowded at the gate of the city. They wore iron helmets on their heads, chain mail, and held super long spears in their hands. The soldiers in the first and second rows pointed the spears flat at the direction of the city gate. The spearmen in the back erected the spears, as if they were a forest of spears.

"Mecklenburg pikes, guard."

“Hey~.”

When the sergeant commander of the Mecklenburg Legion commander's pike company raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly, and rushed out with the commander's order. The Mecklenburg Legion commander shouted very much, and they looked ahead and held their weapons tightly. Although the Bavarian knights were fierce and brave, it was the first time they saw such an orderly army, and the forest-like gun array seemed to be the summoning of the god of death. However, at this time they had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge.

"Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping." A series of crackling sounds were the sound of the Bavarian knights breaking into the spear formation. The sharp spear hit their armor. The knights' thick chain mail really protected their bodies. However, the well-trained war horses under the knights were frightened. They instinctively neighed and raised their hooves to avoid the spearhead that was stabbed.

The Bavarian knights in the first row were blocked by the spear formation, and the Bavarian knights behind were objectively blocked by their partners. They roared anxiously and held up their swords, but the narrow city gate restricted their movements, and the crossbowmen above their heads also greeted them with crossbow arrows.

"Ho." The Bavarian knight quickly raised his shield, and the crossbow arrow hit the shield, making a muffled sound.

"We are blocked here, what should we do if our people can't come in?" A Bavarian knight finally rushed to the captain. He shouted loudly at the captain.

"Let the war horses break out of a road." The Knight Captain, who had rich combat experience, immediately ordered loudly.

Then he kicked the war horse under his crotch hard. The Golden Spurs kicked the war horse's abdomen and flowed blood. At this time, they didn't care about the life of the expensive war horse. The war horse started to madly under the stimulation of severe pain, and desperately bit and trampled on the Mecklenburg soldiers approaching it. The spear head that pierced the body was broken, and the wool cloth covering the horse was hung with the broken spear head.

"Grazi~." Under the leadership of the Knight Captain, other Bavarian knights followed suit. The war horses were a kind of livestock. Once they started to be crazy, the soldiers of Mecklenburg could not bear it. The spear formation gradually became concave under the impact of the Bavarian knights.

"Don't retreat. Do not escape, run away, runners are killed." Seeing the timid sprites in front of the Mecklenburg, who wanted to avoid the violent war horses of the knights, the sergeant commander and veterans of the company began to scold. Because usually the soldiers in the first row of the Mecklenburg Legion were recruits, and the second row was veterans with certain combat experience, pushing backwards in turn. Therefore, the people in the back row had the power to supervise the soldiers in front, and the third row was the most elite soldiers. Just as the people in the front dispersed, they were the backbone to establish a new formation.

"Sir Duke, our knights are fighting at the city gate." The military chief of the Duke of Bavaria glanced at the direction of the city gate. After a messenger reported to him, he reported to the Duke of Bavaria.

"Did you defeat the enemy?" The Duke of Bavaria heard the sound of fighting in the direction of the city gate, and had an ominous premonition in his heart. The sound of the battle was too intense, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. In his military career, his past experience was usually that when the city gate was broken, the morale of the guardians in the city would be greatly reduced. At this time, as long as the elite knight charges, the defenders would collapse, and there would rarely be such a fierce war at the gate.

"No, the enemy resisted very tenaciously." The military chief licked his lips. He didn't expect that the Mecklenburg people could fight so much, so he was a little hesitant.

"What's going on? Do you have anything to say?" The Duke of Bavaria glanced at his military chief and urged him to express his thoughts.

"Mr. Duke, I think we should resolve this dispute through negotiations." The military chief mustered up the courage to say to the Duke of Bavaria.

"Negotiation? Now?" said the Duke of Bavaria unhappy.

"Yes, we have no conflict of interest with the Mecklenburg people. This is all because they misunderstood Duke Mason's disappearance. The responsibility lies with us. It is really not worth it for the casualties and wounding of soldiers for such a reason." The military chief told the Duke of Bavaria his advice according to medieval tradition.

"Hmph, I think the Mecklenburgers are not good." The Duke of Bavaria frowned. He touched his gray beard and cursed the military chief in his heart. What's so bad is that Duke Mason's disappearance was really planned by him, but how could he make it public?

"Duke?" asked the military chief.

"These people are invaders. If anyone can invade my castle without being punished, then the world will say that the Duke of Bavaria is a soft cock, and countless invaders will come." The Duke of Bavaria waved his hand fiercely. He frowned and did not allow his courtiers to speak, but focused on the direction of the battle and fighting. He saw the Bavarian soldiers siege from the top of the city, like ducks diving, constantly falling from the top of the city.

"Ah~."

"Oh oh oh." With the miserable and sharp voices of the Bavarian soldiers and the falling table tennis sounded, the Mecklenburg swordsmen on the city wall made a cheering sound, and the sharp big sword appeared faintly between the walls. The Bavarian soldiers under the city wall looked up and looked up. The Mecklenburg crossbows in the arrow tower kept bent down and pulled the strings, put the crossbow arrow in, and then aimed at the wandering Bavarian soldiers to shoot out. Each crossbow arrow was like the sickle of the god of death, harvesting fresh lives.

"Appointment, the noble swordsmen attack, be sure to take the gate before dark." The Duke of Bavaria could no longer hold back his anger, and he clasped his fists and ordered loudly.

"Yes, Lord Duke." The military chief nodded quickly.

"You, lead the team yourself." The Duke of Bavaria looked at the military chief with a sharp look, pointed his hand and said to the military chief.

"Okay, Lord Duke." The military chief trembled in his heart, but he bowed to the Duke and accepted the order. He pressed his helmet, held it with his left hand on the hilt of his waist, and turned around and strode towards the battlefield.

"Gentlemen, go forward." The military chief came to the noble swordsmen. He pulled out his sword and ordered loudly, and the cloak behind him fluttered with the breeze.
Chapter completed!