"Ha, there's a bunch of garbage on the other side." A wild and rough voice with contempt and disdain came from Baron Edmund's team. I saw a man wearing a chainmail turban and a stuffed leather shirt. The big man wearing a fur shawl raised his head arrogantly and looked at Simon's team with mixed equipment. The strange thing is that this stout man is covered in dried mud and looks out of place with the others.
"With McKinson here, even if there is an angel's protection on the other side, we will die today!" In Baron Edmund's team, a veteran with several ugly scars on his face pursed his lips, as if he had already secured victory.
"It seems that they are not even as good as the group of Slavic warriors we killed last time. It's really boring." A bald soldier without a helmet on his head just raised his head and glanced at his opponent casually, and then continued to use the calloused His thick fingers gently stroked the blade of his huge two-handed axe, talking to himself.
"No matter what, guys, cheer up, even if you kill chickens, you have to kill them until they have no power to fight back, and finally leave us with nightmare-like memories." Baron Edmond raised his hand and waved. The soldiers who were still very relaxed and leisurely immediately put away their contempt. The one who was scratching his hair stopped, and the one who was touching the ax blade grasped the ax again, and changed into a comfortable posture, ready to rush forward at any time. The atmosphere became tense. got up.
"Simon, I have heard about you and your deeds. Ha, let me tell you, you were like a cowardly mouse hiding on the fortress wall and killing a few skinny Normans who didn't know who came from that remote country. Who? Give you the courage to stand here and try to compete with us real warriors? Come on, you coward, let me see how much you and your girls really weigh!" Baron Edmund's scolding was before him There were bursts of laughter among the soldiers and the surrounding audience.
On Simon's team, Fatty and Comnenus were so angry that their faces turned red, and they all gnashed their teeth and wanted to peel off the skin of that damn bullshit Baron right away.
Simon smiled slightly, not at all offended by Baron Edmund's hurtful words. This was nothing compared to the scoldings he had seen and experienced in later generations.
"Oh, my respected Baron Edmund, you say I look like a cowardly mouse, but I think you are more like a disgusting maggot! Look at how your compact facial features are poorly placed. You have a pockmarked face as big as a round shield. It turns out that even the Creator made mistakes. How could you have the shamelessness to appear in front of normal people like us and endure our ruthless ridicule in secret? My God, I still I really didn’t know you, the guy with the weird clown face, had such a strong heart..."
Simon's scolding made Baron Edmund so angry that his beard stood on end. His pockmarked old face was as red as a monkey's ass, his eyes were wide open, and he was breathing heavily. Having grown up in a pampered environment, he had never been insulted so viciously and full of strange metaphors that he had never heard before. At this time, he was on the verge of exploding like a bull that saw a red cloth.
"Hahahahahaha, don't say it, Sir Simon said exactly the same thing. Look at Baron Edmund's ugly face, I really can't stand it, hahaha!" In the civilian audience, a straightforward voice The old potter was laughing so hard that he could hardly stand up straight. He was holding on to the wooden fence with one hand and holding his belly with the other.
The audience next to him saw the ugliness of Baron Edmond and his twisted expression, which was as funny as the clown they had seen with serious facial defects, and they couldn't help laughing.
"Ahhhhhhhhh, kill them all for me!" The laughter of the audience became the last straw that crushed Baron Edmund's sanity. The world in Edmund's eyes seemed to turn red. Only killing and ravaging those hateful opponents can make him feel better.
"Kill!" Baron Edmund's men roared loudly and rushed towards Simon.
"They are just a bunch of wooden tigers, kill them all!" Simon encouraged his men and rushed forward first.
The atmosphere in the vast competition field was extremely anxious at this time. The distance between the two teams was getting closer and closer. All the civilians and nobles in the audience held their breath and stared at the center of the competition field, for fear of missing the wonderful scene.
"Ha!" Simon took the lead in confronting Baron Edmund. I don't know if it was because he was in a rage. Baron Edmund's huge strength made Simon feel that the hand holding the sword was numb. Two strong and exquisite hands and half -swords collided at high speeds, leaving a deep or shallow blade on the sword, and the sound of ping -pong pong was endless, sounding over the entire arena.
"Son of a bitch!" Opposite the fat man was an ordinary Edmund soldier. He had an ordinary face, wore a guard pot helmet with a stuffed turban on his head, and wore leather with cotton armor. He wears a short robe and wears a pair of old and tattered leather armbands.
The soldier was holding a rusty dagger in his hand. It looked like it was a sword that had been seized from the battlefield and had passed through countless owners. Although this kind of sword is not in good condition and not very hard, it is enough to make any unlucky person injured by it contract tetanus and die painfully in convulsions.
The soldier was very experienced and cautiously slowed down and swung a sword that was difficult to dodge at the fat man's body. Unexpectedly, the fat man rushing towards him was not afraid at all. He immediately turned sideways and struck him with a sword. Without seeing it clearly, he used the armed ax to open the sword in his hand from a tricky angle, and then gave himself a powerful shield blow.
And what Gabriel met next to the fat man was the bald soldier without any helmet and holding a two-handed axe.
The heavy and clumsy two-handed battle ax in the bald soldier's hand struck Gabriel as if it had come alive. Gabriel, who has rich experience, knew that this kind of attack was definitely not something that the poor little shield in his hand could withstand. . After making his judgment, Gabriel had no choice but to dodge the crazy attack of the bald head, waiting for the opportunity like a cobra in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to kill the enemy with one strike.
"Drink!"
Suddenly, the bald soldier's arm was slashed with a sword, and blood splattered everywhere. His light yellow stuffed cotton armor was cut open, revealing the gray-white dirty cotton inside. The blood that followed continued to pour out of his body along his wounds, staining the stuffed cotton red, making it look very scary.
"It's you Pedi, you came just in time, let's send this guy who was so arrogant just before the fight to hell!" The fat man couldn't help but exclaimed happily when he saw Pedi quickly solving his opponent and coming to help him out.
Peidi didn't say anything. At this time, there was only him, his sword and the bald soldier in his world.
The bald soldier, whose arm was injured and unable to hold the battle ax with both hands, turned his head and looked in the direction of his monarch, Baron Edmond, and saw that Edmond was fighting with Simon at this time.
The bald soldier knew that he had no way to retreat. As if he had made up his mind and firmed up his goal, he panted and rushed forward again to slash at the sneak attacker just now. There was no sound of something sharp entering flesh from the front as he imagined. Instead, he felt a soreness and numbness on his face, and then half of his face lost consciousness. Hot blood spurted out from the huge wound on his face like a spring. He went out and was scattered on the repeatedly trampled lawn. Only then did the huge pain reach his unconscious mind.
Although Simon's team temporarily has the upper hand in the middle of the battle line, overall, the left and right fronts of Simon's team are in danger. Miller, who was responsible for the left and right wings, and Komnenos's comrades had already begun to parry the enemy's attack with some difficulty.
"Is Sir Simon going to win?" The fat businessman the old potter met in the morning came back at some point and leaned against the wooden fence next to the old potter.
"What have you been doing?" Instead of answering the question directly, the old potter was drunk and asked curiously what the fat businessman had just done.
"After I lost my business money, my mother-in-law almost wanted to kill me with a dagger." The fat businessman wiped the sweat from his head, and an unpleasant smell of sweat with the smell of alcohol suddenly filled the air. "As long as Give that crazy woman a sword, and I bet there’s nothing she dares not do, and nothing she can’t do!”
"Oh, sorry!" said the old potter, taking off his leather turban, looking as if he felt bad for the fat merchant, the poor fellow, who had to do everything at the mercy of his mad wife.
"Back to the topic, this time I think Sir Simon's advantage is only temporary. I am more optimistic about Baron Edmund's team. Believe me, the situation on the court will soon turn around!" The old potter put on the leather again. Wearing a headscarf, he squinted his eyes and moved his gaze back to the field again. He could see every move of the two teams coming and going.
"Ha, although I am also optimistic about Baron Edmund, I believe that just like this morning, I must not follow my own hunch." The fat businessman had two cloth bags on his waist. He pinched them and felt the touch. He took off one of the bags and twisted out the hard bacon strips like he did in the morning. "So, this time I bet on Lord Simon to win, and try to make some money back!"
"You are really messing around, my friend." The old potter shook his head, thinking that today would definitely become an unforgettable unlucky day for the fat businessman in the future.
At this time, in the aristocratic stand, Earl Berg, whose dress was somewhat overshadowed among the counts and dukes, watched Simon's team begin to decline, and he couldn't help but frowned and felt his heart.
