"Ahhhhhh!"

Two elite teams collided with each other, and a sharp sound of swords colliding, the secret sound of the mail being cut, and the muffled sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh, some of the two sides let out pain, blood mist shot out from their bodies, and they fell to the ground and could never stand up again.

The Reginald private soldier Miles, who could not wait to cross the fence, was indeed very skillful. He blocked the heavy hammer from an Ernest private soldier wearing a throat-protecting mail suit, and quickly stabbed the short sword in his hand into his abdomen.

The sharp and sharp short sword pierced the Ernest private soldier's iron mail ring with huge kinetic energy, and directly broke a small hole. Then a white knife came in, a red knife came out, and blood gushed out of the wound, soaking his dirty cotton armor lining, full of bacterial filth.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, useless waste, don't move like a dead dog, just accept fate!" Miles laughed loudly, drawing a short sword from the unlucky private soldier with anger and unwillingness in the unlucky eyes.

The private soldier felt that his strength was disappearing with the blood and the huge pain that followed. He wanted to raise the short hammer in his hand to swing the head of the arrogant man who was about to take his life, but his uncontrollable hand dropped the damn short hammer to the ground. Now he could only watch as Miles grin and swing the next sword at his face.

"Bah, old guy, you'd better go back to plow the field!"

Another private soldier who rushed up thought that the old man with white bearded beard was a soft persimmon that he was facing. He licked his skinless lips without licking them, and planned to chop out the old man's brain with one axe.

"Oh, no!"

Unexpectedly, the old man was extremely experienced. When Reginald's private soldier's axe was about to cut his head, he burst out with a flexible dodge that was obviously inconsistent with his age. Then the Reginald's private soldier's neck numb, and he felt that the biting cool breeze was pouring into his body along the wound. He fell uncontrollably to the ground. The roars and fighting of his comrades around him gradually faded away, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

The first round of meetings and fighting is the most test of the warriors. Any small mistake is enough to make people lose their lives. Both sides use blade weapons, and the attack is also fatal. Each soldier is killing the other party as much as possible. Only in this way can he continue to live and continue to enjoy this precious gift from the Creator.

“Wow!”

The civilian audience exclaimed. Today's fight scene really feasted their eyes, especially the collision of these two most elite troops in the kingdom, which is enough to make them reminisce about the days to come and become a topic of conversation after dinner.

"It's so fucking wonderful. Cut him and kill him a bitch. That's it, hahahahaha!" A farmer with barefoot feet stared at the battle between the two teams in the field, holding the fence tightly with both hands and shouted loudly.

To be honest, most of them are tired of the boring work day after day. For them, the biggest entertainment is to order a glass of beer and drink it happily after work, or take their families to visit the annual gathering. Such exciting soldiers fighting and competitions may take several years to see the last time.

When his eyes returned to the aristocratic audience stands, Simon noticed that Regel beside him had his eyebrows frowned, and it didn't look relaxed. The face of the Bavarian Duke beside the king in the distance was even more gloomy.

At this time, the brief defeat of Baron Ernest's team made everyone who supported them feel hearted. After all, everyone has not failed to fight, and everyone knows in their hearts that if one side takes the lead in gaining an advantage in momentum, it will be sooner or later whether it is the physical or psychological front.

"Come on Baron Reginald, I heard that you fight like a black bear, but I think you are just a bunch of lowly stinky fish and rotten shrimps!" Baron Ernest said disdainfully as he looked at the tall and strong body opposite him.

"What did you say? I'm going to twist your head off with my own hands!" Baron Reginald was successfully angered. He saw him pulling off the lace of the mail-protecting throat in a surprised gaze, and panting happily, arching his right foot forward and raising his sword in both hands at Baron Ernest. His exaggerated eyebrows and angrily looked like flames and magma could be sprayed out.

"The master is going to play really..." Baron Reginald was a private soldier who swallowed his saliva, then turned his head and rushed towards an Ernest private soldier who was sitting on his companion not far away, wielding a short axe.

"Drink!"

Before Baron Ernest was ready, Baron Reginald roared loudly and rushed forward like a wild bear to cut three swords at the damn guy who had just humiliated him. Unexpectedly, Baron Ernest retreated backward like a salmon covered with olive oil, cleverly avoiding all Reginald's attacks.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Baron Reginald, who was angry, turned around and slashed at Baron Ernest's left shoulder. Baron Ernest did not sit and wait for death, but instead blocked the sword in his hand.

"Do!" The sword in Baron Reginald's hand was stuck in Baron Ernest's sword grid.

"What's going to happen!" Komuning, who was next to the wooden stand, narrowed his eyes and expressed his premonition directly.

Baron Ernest, wearing thick mail gloves, saw this and grabbed Baron Reginald's sword, then stepped forward and hit his abdomen with his knees. For a moment, Baron Reginald, who was suffering from pain, couldn't help but take a step back, but the sword in his hand also came to Baron Ernest's hands.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

Whether it was a civilian audience or aristocratic audience, there was a huge laughter outside the venue. Many people looked at the "Frankenian Bear" with empty hands, as if they were watching a wonderful bear-raising game presented by bear-raising people.

Looking at Baron Reginald's embarrassment, Reger next to Simon couldn't help but clap and laugh. The nobles around him were also in anger and whispered to Baron Reginald, and burst into laughter, probably saying some sarcastic words.

"I feel like I'm about to die of laughter today!" A sloppy town citizen didn't even care about the feces on the grass under his feet. His legs were so weak that he just sat down.

"Hell, hell, you and I are endless, ahhhh!" Baron Reginald experienced the feeling of being a clown for the first time. He finally knew what it felt like every time the clown in his territory amused the nobles with various funny performances at his castle banquet.

Baron Reginald touched his face full of mud and sweat with his hand, and rushed directly towards Baron Ernest who had just thrown his sword on the grass behind the battlefield. Seeing Ernest slashing his sword, he raised his right hand with an iron arm guard without fear at all, blocking the sword that Baron Ernest had slashed.

"Oh!!!" Everyone stopped smiling and exclaimed, looking at Baron Reginald's brave charge like a madman in disbelief.

"Ha!" Baron Reginald felt his iron arm guard being cut open, but the sword that had already dissolved most of the potential energy failed to cut through the strong mail sleeves under the arm guard. He endured the severe pain and grabbed Baron Ernest's arms, intending to trip him with his thick body. But unexpectedly, Baron Ernest, wearing a hard Norman helmet, made a quick decision to give himself a header.

Baron Reginald felt dizzy, his face was paralyzed, his eyes were covered with blood, and his nose was bleeding. This was not enough. Baron Ernest took advantage of the victory and made another header. This made Baron Reginald completely let go of the hand holding Baron Ernest's arms, and almost instinctively covered his face with severe pain. When the stars in his eyes disappeared, the sword in Baron Ernest's hand was already on his neck.

"Stop, stop, you have lost!" An Ernest private soldier with a face full of blood blocked Miles's big attack with his shield, 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 with a dejected look and the sword that Baron Ernest had placed on his neck.

"God bless!"

"That's a fucking hell!"

The soldiers on both sides who were still fighting to the death last moment stopped at the same time. Baron Ernest's men couldn't help but smile and let out a breath, while Baron Reginald's soldiers were like deflated balls, biting their lips and lowering their heads without saying anything.

At this time, blood was scattered everywhere in the middle of the competition venue, and corpses of different deaths were lying on the ground. Some had their necks cut to the point of only a trace of flesh, and some had their heads hit hard by blunt objects and eyes burst out with blood foam... But overall, there were more people in Baron Ernest among the corpses.

"Baron Ernest's men are soldiers who are good at fighting on horseback. They naturally suffer losses against the soldiers who have always only fought in infantry battles under Reginald," Reger, who won the bet, said to Simon with a gamble. "Fortunately, Baron Ernest won Baron Reginald like a stupid bear in a single fight, otherwise it would be hard to say who wins and who loses!"

Although Baron Ernest won the game, the team of twenty players was still standing on the court.
Chapter completed!