"Beat him!"

The onlookers shouted excitedly.

A white light came to his face.

Roger raised his shield diagonally.

The white light pulled a loud "bang" sound on the shield.

The shield guides the sword with both hands to slide to the ground.

Regardless of the paralysis of the shield's left hand, Roger waved his sword with his right hand, swept across the edge of the shield and hit his opponent's left shoulder.

The crusader's shabby chain mail broke apart from the sharp Norman sword.

A fragment of an iron ring splashed and came towards Roger's eyes.

Roger had to shake his head and avoided the iron sheet at all.

A blood mark was pulled out from the corner of his eyebrows.

Just the moment Roger shook his head.

He saw Sir Edarsa slashing at Sir Antioch's shield with his axe.

The latter held the shield and struggled to support it, retreating continuously, and the hammer in his hand seemed to be just a decoration.

He saw Henk slanting and launching a shield strike.

The Armenian Baron opposite was knocked to fly backwards and rolled on the yellow land.

He saw Rugero and Baldwin cut each other for a round and turned into a confrontation.

He saw Joseline retreating one after another under the fierce attack of Gerald's storm.

Roger turned his head back.

Although it was almost just a moment.

But his opponent, the crusader baron with a slightly whitish beard, had completed a slew.

The cross-handed sword slashed across the waist with great force.

Roger had no choice but to cross the Roman sword and shield, and fight back with his hands together.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and a powerful force shocked Roger to retreat.

He took three steps in a row.

The soft soil makes it difficult for him to find balance.

Before Roger could stand firm.

The Crusader Baron caught up with a powerful slash.

Roger could only hold up the shield in his left hand.

With a "bang" sound, his entire left arm was paralyzed.

A powerful force came through the shield, and Roger stood unsteadily and fell to the ground.

He hurriedly rolled on the ground one after another to avoid the opponent's inevitable attack.

The two-handed sword skills of this Crusader Baron were more skilled than the drills of Sir Welf, whom Roger had seen.

Roger doesn't think his opponent will miss this opportunity to defeat him.

However, the expected pursuit did not come.

Roger staggered and stood up, rubbing the mud sticking to his eyelashes with his fingers.

He saw Henk abandoning his opponent and launching a fierce attack on the Crusader Baron.

The Crusader Baron chose to attack.

However, his fierce slash was blocked by Henk's shield in his left hand.

Then Henk's right hand slashed the Norman sword in his right hand and retreated in a hurry, turning into a blocking sword.

The two swords fought, and a spark burst out with "clang".

The Crusader Baron was at a weak point in strength and was forced to retreat.

At this time, Roger saw the Armenian Baron waving his mace and trying to sneak attack Henk from behind.

Roger shouted, "Your opponent is me!"

He launched a shield attack on the Armenian Baron.

The latter turned around and blocked with a shield.

The two shields "splied" like closed palms, sticking together and shaking apart.

The Armenian Baron waved his mace and smashed Roger hard.

Roger blocked it with his shield.

He ignored his left arm, which was already completely unconscious, and waved his Norman sword to fight back at the opponent.

The opponent's shield blocked Roger's attack.

Roger's victory only added a slash to the opponent's shield.

Then the Armenian Baron waved the mace from bottom to top, trying to give Roger a squirt.

Roger pressed down with his left shield and hit the mace with the edge of the shield.

The top of the mace was smashed into the loess underground.

Before his opponent could pull it out, Roger stepped forward and turned around.

The hilt of his right hand was hit by a backhand hammer, hitting the other party's handsome face.

The strong nose bridge instantly faded and blood splattered.

The Armenian Baron retreated with tears in his eyes.

Then Roger rushed up and kicked him down.

The baron rolled on the ground, and his mace was thrown away.

Without waiting for the other party to get up, Roger rushed up and stepped on the other party's chest, pointing the sword straight to the other party's eyes.

The Armenian baron shouted anxiously: "Surrender! I surrender!"

Roger then withdrew his sword and moved his feet that were stepping on the other party's chest.

Then the baron reached out to touch the mace on the ground.

Roger took a quick step and stepped on the other party's hand holding the mace.

Then he waved his sword and slashed violently.

"Beat him! It's right, that's there."

"Get up, fight back! Fight back!"

The audience shouted wildly.

They were divided into two factions with a similar number of people, and cheers and curses filled the morning breeze.

The Armenian Baron covered his face without armor with a shield.

The sword slashed on the shield and bounced away with a "bang", leaving a deep slash mark.

Before Roger could wait for the recoil force on the sword to dissipate, he smashed the shield heavily.

Smashing the edge of the oak shield tightly wrapped with iron bars on the opponent's shield is even more powerful than a sword strike.

The Armenian Baron shouted: "I surrendered. I just want to pick up the weapons. I don't want them. I don't want them. I don't want them. I don't want them. I'll go out now..."

Roger stopped slamming left and right.

The Armenian Baron gave up the mace and rolled and crawled toward the field.

Roger turned his head and looked into the field.

Henk suppressed the Crusader Baron in his power.

But the opponent's experience made Henk unable to win him for a while.

Joselin had been forced to the edge of the field by Gerald, and he had no power to fight back at all.

Rugero and Baldwin went back and forth, and couldn't tell the difference.

Sir Edsa slashed on Sir Antioch's shield with axe after axe, flying countless pieces of wood chips and paint.

In the end, even the shield cracked, and his battle axe was embedded in it for a moment...

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sir Antioch decisively swung his nail hammer to hit the opponent's axe handle.

The hardwood axe handle was broken, and Sir Edsa's hand was only a short piece of wood left.

Sir Antioch threw away his broken shield.
To be continued...