"Ha, there is a pile of garbage on the opposite side." A wild and rough voice came from Baron Edmund's team, and a large man wearing a chain turban, a stuffed leather shirt and a fur shawl proudly raised his head and looked at Simon's mixed equipment. Strangely, the thick man was stuck with dry mud all over his body, looking out of place with the others.

"With McKinson on the other side, even if the angels are protected, they will die today!" In Baron Edmund's team, a veteran with several ugly scars on his face pursed his lips, as if he was sure to win.

"It seems that it's not as good as the group of Slavic warriors we killed last time. It's really boring." A bald soldier who didn't wear any helmet on his head just looked up and glanced at his opponent casually, then continued to gently stroke his huge two-handed axe blade with his thick fingers covered with calluses, and said to himself.

"Anyway, guys, cheer up. Even if you kill chickens, they have to kill them without any strength to fight back. Finally, they leave memories of our nightmare." Baron Emund raised his hand and waved. His soldiers, who were originally very loose and leisurely, immediately put away their contempt, stopped their hands scratching their hair, grasped the axe again, and tickled it and changed into a comfortable position to rush forward at any time. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Simon, I have heard of you and your deeds, ha, I want me to say, you are like a cowardly rat, hiding on the wall of the fort, and killing a few thin Normans who don't know from that remote countryside. Who gives you the courage to stand here and try to compete with us real soldiers? Come, coward, let me see how much you and your girls are!" Baron Edmund's scolding aroused bursts of laughter among his soldiers and the audience on the periphery.

On the Simon team, Fatty and Komuning were so angry that they blushed, and they gritted their teeth and wanted to peel off the damn baron's skin immediately.

Simon smiled slightly, not irritated by Baron Edmund's hurtful words. Compared to the scolding he had seen and experienced in later generations, this was simply a slight witch.

"Oh hey, my respected Baron Edmund, you said I was like a cowardly mouse, but I felt that you were more like a disgusting maggot! Look at your extremely compact facial features that were lamely placed on a pockmarked face as big as a round shield. It turns out that the Creator also made mistakes in his hand. How did you have the face to appear in front of us normal people so shamelessly and endure our ruthless ridicule in secret? My God, I really don't know that you, a guy with a weird clown face, have such a strong heart..."

Simon's scolding made Baron Edmund stand up with anger. The pockmarked face turned red like a monkey's butt, his eyes widened, and his mouth was breathing rapidly. He grew up in a pampered environment and had never been so vicious, full of strange metaphors that he had never heard of. At this time, he was on the verge of an explosion like a bull seen by red cloth.

"Hahahahahaha, don't say it, this Lord Simon is just like that. Look at Baron Edmund's ugly face, I can't hold it anymore hahaha!" In the civilian audience, the straightforward old potter almost couldn't stand up. He held the wooden fence with one hand and held his stomach with the other.

The audience next to him saw Baron Eimmond's ugly appearance, and his twisted expression, as funny as the clowns they had seen with serious facial flaws, and they couldn't help laughing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, kill them all!" The laughter of the audience became the last straw that crushed the rationality in Baron Edmund's heart. The world in Edmund's eyes seemed to have turned red. Only by killing and ravaging those hateful opponents could he be better.

"Kill!" Baron Edmund's men shouted loudly and rushed towards Simon's matchup.

"They are just a group of wooden tigers, kill them all!" Simon cheered his subordinates and rushed forward with a quick start.

The atmosphere of the wide competition venue was extremely anxious at this time, and the distance between the two teams was getting closer and closer. All the civilians and nobles in the audience held their breath and looked at the center of the competition venue in a hurry, fearing that they would miss the wonderful scene.

"Ha!" Simon took the lead in fighting with Baron Edmund. I wonder if it was because of his rage. Baron Edmund's huge force made Simon feel that his hands holding the sword were numb. Two strong and exquisite hands collided at high speed, leaving each other with deep or shallow curling blades on the sword. The sound of ping-pong sounds echoed over the entire arena.

"Dog bastard!" Confronting the fat man was an ordinary Edmund soldier, with a plain Volkswagen face, a guard helmet lined with a stuffed turban, a short leather robe with cotton armor, and a pair of old and tattered leather guards tied with arms.

The soldier held a rusty short sword in his hand, which seemed to be a sword seized from the battlefield. Although this sword was of poor quality and was not hard, it was enough to cause any unlucky person injured by it to be infected with tetanus and die in pain in the spasm.

The soldier was very experienced and cautiously slowed down and swung a sword toward the fat body that was running towards the fat man, which was very difficult to dodge. However, he did not expect that the fat man who rushed over from the opposite side was not afraid. He immediately turned his body and opened the sword in his hand with a tricky angle that he did not see clearly, and then gave himself a powerful shield strike.

And Gabriel next to the fat man met the bald soldier who was not wearing any helmet and holding a two-handed axe.

The bald soldier's heavy and clumsy hands fought axe and slashed towards Gabriel like a living. Gabriel, who has rich experience, knew that this kind of attack was definitely not something that the poor little shield in his hand could compete with. After making a judgment, Gabriel had to dodge the bald's crazy attack, waiting for the opportunity like a cobra in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to kill the enemy with one move.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, the bald soldier's arm was scratched with a sword, and blood splattered everywhere. His light yellow filled cotton armor was cut open, revealing the grayish-white dirty cotton inside. The blood that followed continued to rush out of his body along his wounds, dyeing the filled cotton red, looking very scary.

"It's you, Pedi. It's just right. Let's send this arrogant guy who had just started fighting to hell!" The fat man couldn't help but shouted with pleasure when he saw Pedi quickly dealing with his opponent and coming to help him clear the situation.

Pedi didn't say anything. At this time, he was the only one in his world, his sword and the bald soldier.

The bald soldier, who was injured in his arm, could not hold up his fighting axe with both hands, turned his head and looked in the direction of his monarch Baron Emond. He saw that Emond was fighting with Simon at this time.

The bald soldier knew that he had no way out, as if he had made up his mind to firmly set his goal. He panted and rushed forward again to chop the ghost sneak attacker just now. It was not as if he had imagined that the sound of vital objects would come into his flesh. Instead, he felt a numbness on his face, and then half of his face was gone. The hot blood sprayed out from the huge wound on his face like a fountain, and scattered on the lawn that had been trampled repeatedly. At this time, the huge pain came into his mind, which was gradually lost.

Although Simon's team is temporarily in the middle of the front, overall, Simon's team's left and right fronts are in danger. Miller, who is in charge of the left and right wings, and Komuning's comrades have begun to struggle to resist the enemy's attack.

"Sir Simon is going to win?" The fat businessman that the old potter met in the morning came back at some point and leaned against the wooden fence next to the old potter.

"What are you doing?" Without answering the question positively, the old potter did not mean drinking, and curiously asked what the fat businessman had just done.

"I lost money for business, and my wife wanted to kill me with a dagger," the fat businessman wiped the sweat from her head, and a smell of unpleasant sweat with alcohol spread. "Just give that crazy woman a sword, I bet there is nothing she dare not do, nothing she can't do!"

"Oh, sorry!" The old potter took off his leather turban, and seemed to feel unfortunate about the poor man who obeyed his crazy wife in everything.

"Back to the point, this time I think the advantage of this Lord Simon is only temporary. I am more optimistic about Baron Edmund's team. Believe me, the situation on the field will be reversed soon!" The old potter put on the leather headscarf again, squinted his eyes and moved his eyes back into the field. He saw all the moves and moves of the two teams back and forth.

"Ha, although I am optimistic about Baron Edmund, I believe it's the same as in the morning. Mine must not follow my own premonitions." The fat merchant had two cloth bags on his waist. He pinched them and felt the touch. He took off one of the cloth bags and twisted out the hard bacon strips from it like in the morning. "So, this time I bet Sir Simon to win, and try to make some money back!"

"You are really a fool, my friend." The old potter shook his head. He thought that today would definitely become the unforgettable unforgettable day for this fat businessman in the future.
Chapter completed!