"Ahhhhh!"
The two elite teams collided with each other. There was a harsh and sharp sound of swords clashing, the dull sound of mail being cut, and the muffled sound of sharp weapons entering flesh. Some people on both sides let out painful howls at each other, and blood mist shot out from their bodies. He fell to the ground and could not stand up again.
Miles, the Reginald private who couldn't wait to climb over the fence before, was really good at blocking the heavy hammer swing by Ernest's private soldier wearing a gorget mail jacket, and quickly took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the situation. The dagger stabbed him hard in the abdomen.
The sharp dagger stabbed Ernest's private soldier's mail ring with huge kinetic energy and flew away, directly breaking a small hole. Then the white knife went in, the red knife came out, and blood poured out of the wound. His dirty cotton armor lining was soaked and filled with bacteria and filth.
"Hahahahahaha, useless trash, just stay still and accept your fate like a dead dog!" Miles laughed loudly and pulled out the unlucky Ernest private soldier with anger and unwillingness in his eyes. dagger.
The private soldier felt that all his strength was disappearing with the blood gushing out and the huge pain that followed. He wanted to raise the hammer in his hand and blast the head of the arrogant man who was about to take his life, but his recalcitrant hand dropped the damn hammer to the ground. Now he could only watch as Miles grinned and swung the sword at his face.
"Bah, you better go back to plowing the fields, old man!"
Another Reginald private soldier who rushed up thought that the old man with white beard and stubble he was facing was a soft persimmon, so he licked his dry and skinny lips, intending to kill the old man's brain with an axe. Chop it out.
"Oh no!"
Unexpectedly, the old man was extremely experienced. When the ax of Reginald's private soldier was about to hit his head, he broke out with a flexible dodge that was obviously inconsistent with his age. Then, the Reginald private soldier's neck hit him. Numb, it felt as if the biting cold wind was pouring into his body along the wound, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably. The roars and fights of his comrades around him gradually faded away, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
The first round of fighting is the most testing for a fighter. Any small mistake is enough to cost someone their life. Both sides use edged weapons, and their attacks are deadly. Each soldier is trying his best to kill the other. Only in this way can he continue to live and continue to enjoy this precious gift from the Creator.
"Wow!"
The civilian audience let out bursts of exclamations. Today's fighting scene was really a feast for their eyes, especially the collision between the two most elite troops in the kingdom. It was enough to make them have endless aftertaste in the days to come and become a topic of conversation after dinner.
"It's so damn wonderful, chop him, chop him to death, that son of a bitch, that's it, hahahahahaha!" A farmer with bare feet full of calluses watched the fight between the two teams on the field intently, his hands dying. He shouted while holding on to the fence.
To be honest, most of them are tired of boring work day after day. For them, the biggest entertainment is at most going to a pub after work to order a glass of beer and have a good drink, or taking their family with them. Check out the annual fair. It may take several years to see such an exciting fight between soldiers.
Looking back to the aristocratic audience stand, Simon noticed that Regel beside him had a frown on his face, and he didn't look relaxed. The face of the Duke of Bavaria, who was next to the king in the middle of the stand in the distance, was even more gloomy.
At this time, the brief defeat of Baron Ernest's team made everyone who supported them worry. After all, it’s not like everyone has never fought before. Everyone knows that if one side takes the lead in seizing the advantage in terms of momentum, it will only be a matter of time before the other side is overwhelmed, both physically and psychologically.
"Come on, Baron Reginald. I heard that you can fight as fiercely as a black bear, but in my opinion, you are just a bunch of despicable fish and rotten shrimps!" Baron Ernest looked at the tall and muscular man opposite him. The body raised its head and said disdainfully.
"What did you say? I'm going to twist your head off with my own hands!" Baron Reginald was successfully irritated, and he simply tore off the mail gorget in the surprised eyes of his subordinates. He strode forward with his right foot and raised his sword with both hands towards Baron Ernest, breathing heavily and breathing freely. His exaggerated frown seemed to be able to spurt out flames and magma.
"Master is going to be serious..." The private soldier who was familiar with Baron Reginald swallowed his saliva, and then turned his head to face Ernest, a private soldier not far away who was sitting on his companion and wielding a hatchet wantonly. The soldiers rushed over.
"Drink!"
Before Baron Ernest could get ready, Baron Reginald roared loudly and rushed forward like a wild bear, slashing three times at the hateful guy who had just humiliated him. Unexpectedly, Ernest The Baron, however, retreated to the side as smoothly as a salmon covered in olive oil, skillfully dodging all of Reginald's attacks.
"Ahhhhh!"
The angry Baron Reginald turned around and struck Baron Ernest on the left shoulder with a side slash. Baron Ernest did not sit still and wait for death, but turned his sword to block it.
"Dang!" The sword in Baron Reginald's hand got stuck in Baron Ernest's sword grid.
"Something is going to happen!" Komnenos, who was standing next to the wooden stand, narrowed his eyes and expressed his premonition directly.
Baron Ernest, who was wearing thick mittens, saw this and grabbed Baron Reginald's sword, then stepped forward and hit him hard in the abdomen with his knee. For a moment, Baron Reginald, who was in pain, couldn't help but take a step back, but the sword in his hand also came into Baron Ernest's hand.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Whether it was the civilian audience or the aristocratic audience, huge roars of laughter came from outside the venue. Many people looked at this "Franconian bear" with empty hands and a confused face, as if they were watching a wonderful bear-teasing game presented by a bear keeper.
Seeing Baron Reginald's embarrassment, Regel next to Simon couldn't help but clapped his hands and laughed. The surrounding nobles also exploded at this time, pointing at Baron Reginald in a low voice, and burst into chuckles from time to time. They must all be saying some sarcastic words.
"I feel like I'm going to die laughing here today!" A sloppy town citizen didn't even care about the feces on the grass under his feet. He laughed so hard that his legs went weak and he simply sat down.
"Hell, heck, I'm not done with you, ahhh!" Baron Reginald experienced the feeling of being a clown for the first time. He finally knew that every time the clown in his territory used all kinds of funny tricks at his castle banquet, How I felt when I amused the nobles with my performance.
Baron Reginald touched his face covered with mud and sweat with his hand, and rushed directly towards Baron Ernest, who had just thrown his sword on the grass behind the battlefield, and saw Ernest swinging his sword. When the sword came, he actually raised his right hand with the iron arm guard without any fear, and blocked the sword from Baron Ernest.
"Oh!!!" Everyone stopped smiling and exclaimed, looking in disbelief at Baron Reginald's brave charge like a madman.
"Ha!" Baron Reginald felt that his iron arm guard was split open, but the sword, which had already had most of its potential energy dissipated, failed to cut through the strong mail sleeves under the arm guard. He endured severe pain and grabbed the arms of the surprised Baron Ernest, intending to use his thick body to trip him down and choke him. But what he didn't expect was that Baron Ernest, who was wearing a hard Norman helmet, gave himself a decisive headbutt.
Baron Reginald immediately felt dizzy, his face was numb, his eyes were starry, and his nose was bleeding. This was not enough. Baron Ernest took advantage of the victory and gave him another headbutt. This time, Baron Reginald completely released his grip on Baron Ernest's arms and covered them almost instinctively. His face was filled with severe pain. When the stars in his eyes disappeared, the sword in Baron Ernest's hand was already at his neck.
"Stop, stop, you have already lost!" A private soldier named Ernest, whose face was covered in blood, used a shield to block Miles's aggressive attack and said hurriedly to this guy who was as terrifying as the devil.
"What, it's impossible!" Miles turned his head and saw Baron Reginald kneeling on the ground dejectedly and Baron Ernest's sword on his neck.
"God bless!"
"What the hell!"
The soldiers from both sides, who were fighting in a desperate duel just a moment ago, stopped their hands in unison. Baron Ernest's men couldn't help laughing and exhaled, while Baron Reginald's soldiers were like deflated rubber balls, biting their lips and lowering their heads in silence.
At this time, blood was scattered everywhere in the center of the competition field. There were corpses with different appearances lying on the ground. Some had their necks chopped off until only a trace of flesh remained, and some had their heads hit hard with blunt objects, and their eyes were bulging. He was vomiting blood... But overall, there were more Baron Ernests among the corpses.
"Baron Ernest's men are all soldiers who are good at fighting on horseback. They will naturally suffer against Reginald's soldiers who only fight on foot." Regel, who had won the bet, said to Simon with excitement, "Fortunately, Baron Ernest defeated the stupid bear-like Baron Reginald in the duel, otherwise it would be hard to say who would win and who would lose!"
Although Baron Ernest won the game, only eleven of the original twenty-man team were still standing on the field.
"Obviously, the winner of this battle has appeared. He is Baron Ernest! Let us cheer for his bravery!" Siegfried, the fat herald officer, walked to the noble wooden stand with vigorous steps. He spoke loudly to everyone in the field in front of him in an impassioned tone.
