The servants arranged the place the next morning.

They cleared a flat open space outside the campsite. The pits were filled, the stones were removed, and the soil was compacted. A simple bleacher was also built on the edge of the site.

Roger was very satisfied after the inspection and thought it could be used to hold school-level sports meets.

In the afternoon, the audience took their seats and the athletes entered the stadium. Roger sat with Adelaide in the center of the stands.

None of the parties involved is left behind, and there are equal numbers of seven people.

Roger noticed that Calabria had a foreign aid.

This is normal. There are only six of them and they have the right to find a foreign aid.

But what surprised Roger was that he knew this foreign aid, Count Alife, Renulfo. This was very abnormal.

Roger turned around and searched in the stands, and he saw the earl who liked to speak eccentrically.

He thought that if he remembered correctly, this earl was the lord of the person involved.

He saw the count's face was gloomy and he looked at his men coldly.

Roger raised his eyebrows. He had no control over this matter, and he didn't want to.

Yesterday's experience taught him that he should pay attention to safety when gossiping and watching the excitement, and he must not get involved in it.

Roger turned his eyes back to the field and saw both sides making final preparations.

They checked each other's armor or calmed their horses.

After comparison, Roger found that the Sicilian side was obviously richer. They all wore chainmail, Norman swords, and horses were also good. No wonder the stupid young man could say "not short of money."

The other side is uneven. Count Alife is the richest, and his black horse is tall and big, and is biting the compatriots next to him. The horse bullied by it looks ordinary at first glance, and just bows its head and admits defeat.

Their armor is also different.

The attentive Roger discovered that the Earl was wearing double chain mail, which reached to his knees and had long sleeves. This meant that he was not only rich, but also very powerful.

The baron was okay, but the knights were a bit shabby. Some of the chainmails were obviously repaired and had short sleeves, and some just had metal plates sewn on the leather armor.

When everyone was on their horses, both sides were riding seven horses in a horizontal row, with lances standing tall.

Roger noticed that the Sicilian side was lined up tighter, with knees touching knees; while the other side was looser, with a black horse in the middle putting some pressure on the horses on the sides.

The trumpet sounded and the whole place fell silent.

Then, with loud cheers and cheers, both sides accelerated their horses at the same time.

The two teams are like two heavy-duty trucks, and the driver directly presses the accelerator to the bottom.

Roger knew who was faster at this time and whose attack power was stronger.

The people in the venue obviously know this well. They are like 100-meter sprinters, bursting out with all their strength in the first moment.

No one cherishes the idea of ​​​​horsepower, just sprint, sprint, sprint.

While shouting wildly, the distance between them quickly decreased by half.

The lance was leveled, the tip of the lance flashing with cold light.

No one dodges, they are still accelerating, facing the opponent's spear point, charging with all their strength.

Roger's eyes widened when he saw it. Isn't this looking for death? This is looking for death!

The fourteen idiots on the field can only speed up, just speed up.

Maybe they were all betting that their opponent would get out of the way.

No one moved out of the way.

Two heavy-duty trucks roared,

With overwhelming momentum,

Collide head-on.

The wind has stopped.

Roger's eyes were so wide that they almost burst.

The spear penetrated a knight's chest and came out from the back.

The armor is like paper.

A shield blocked the lance.

The two exploded together, like exploding firecrackers.

There is more than one firecracker.

Debris was flying everywhere, causing blood stains, but no one cared.

There are bigger things flying.

That's people.

The two horses collided head to head.

Red and white all splashed out.

Their necks are squeezed together.

Their chests are squeezed together.

They are like clay,

They were squeezed together into a big pile.

The knights on their backs all flew up.

Collision in the air.

Bounce.

Like two rag dolls.

The other horse turned its head to avoid its opponent.

It was smashed like origami.

The rider on its back did not realize that his horse was dead.

He drew his sword and slashed at his opponent.

The opponent is too slow to draw his sword.

What is blocking the sword is not the sword but the arm.

The arm was chopped off.

Broken Arm held the sword and flew out.

The victor threw himself down in the blood mist.

Now he knew his horse was dead.

He rolled forward on his face.

He turned over and pressed his head.

His neck was bent in half.

Like his horse.

Renulfo's opponent was the Sicilian baron.

Their shields exploded.

None of them fell off their horses.

They leaned back as if they were bent over.

The two horses bumped heavily with their shoulders and passed each other.

Both of them straightened up.

Renulfo swung his axe.

The opponent is drawing his sword, which has just been unsheathed.

The ax struck the baron on the back.

The chainmail was smashed into the chest.

The living horse continues to move forward.

Some carry people, and some have empty saddles.

The baron vomited blood and slid off his horse.

He fell to the ground and propped himself up with his hands.

His upper body was folded at a right angle.

He mixed the blood and vomited out his broken internal organs.

He kept vomiting.

He fell headlong into his own blood.

The surviving horses were all injured and could no longer charge, so those who could still fight dismounted.

Some people also got up on the ground, looking embarrassed, but still drew their swords.

Roger counted and found that there were four more knights in Sicily and only three in Calabria.

Lenulfo charged with his axe.

He rushed so fast that the Baron of Calabria and another knight in leather armor failed to follow.

Renulfo held the handle with both hands and used the momentum to strike with the ax.

The opponent in front of him resisted with a horizontal sword, while the opponent on the side blocked him and slashed horizontally in an attempt to sneak attack.

Lenulfo's strength was not reduced, and he struck the opponent's sword with a heavy axe, pressing the sword down and hitting the opponent's left shoulder.

The opponent took several steps back before stopping.

The slashing sword drew a streak of sparks on Lenuerfo's waist and broke several iron rings, but it was unable to cause any damage to the guy wearing double armor.

Renulfo continued to charge forward, ignoring the attacker and just slashing at the opponent in front of him.

His opponent could only retreat, keep retreating, and was about to lose his strength.

The attacker stabbed Renulfo in the neck.

Now Lenulfo had to retreat to the defense.

He turned around and slashed at the attacker.

The sneak attacker did not fight him, but circled to dodge.

The baron and the knight in leather armor, who were a step too late, were intercepted by two Sicilian knights.

The two sides competed one-on-one.

The one wearing chain mail bullied the other guy wearing leather armor.

He just attacks.

Cutting with one sword after another.

The body wearing leather armor had several cuts.

The one wearing leather armor also hit his opponent, but couldn't break his defense.

The man in leather armor called to his baron for help.

The baron was entangled and could not escape.

The wearer's decline in leather armor became more and more obvious, and he was about to die.

His baron then shouted: "Admit defeat!"

The Baron's opponents gave up their attack.

The baron abandoned his sword, faced Roger, and shouted again: "We surrender."

Renulfo is still fighting.

Roger loudly announced that the duel was over.

Renulfo shouted dissatisfied: "We haven't decided the winner yet, but I can still fight!"

Roger felt that this fighting maniac was just doing this for fun.
Chapter completed!