[Hunting Ground Central]

Siegfried was approaching his limit. Every muscle in his body felt tearing pain, and every breath seemed to break his chest.

The bull did not show any signs of fatigue, and seemed to have endless physical strength.

Its neck spine is protected by high ridges of tendons and thick fur, making it difficult to penetrate.

Moreover, this ferocious beast is extremely good at using its pair of huge, sharp horns. I saw it moving left and right, lowering its head as if retreating for the first half second, and then striking up fiercely in the second half.

The tip of the spear had just pierced the bull's thick hide, and the bull's horns were already pointed at humans again, leaving no opportunity for humans to take advantage of them.

As a result, Siegfried could only leave superficial wounds one after another on the side of the bull's neck, unable to complete a fatal blow.

Some people gradually saw something: although the bison that Count Harlan fought was slightly smaller in size than Little Hernan's, compared to its ferocity and danger, the latter was not worthy of being compared with the former.

How can this be a beast without intelligence? This is clearly a powerful gladiator who wields two short swords and weighs half a ton.

After a short and fierce fight, Siegfried seized the opportunity to distance himself, and one man and one beast quietly faced off again.

The Castilian nobles burst into cheers and applause, but the viewing platform of the princes was filled with lingering doubts: "How dare the Castilians choose such a ferocious beast to die? Could it be that they really want to kill His Majesty's beloved general in public?

?”

…

The blond knight in the middle of the hunting ground didn't know what other people were thinking, and he didn't care either.

While many nobles were already observing silence or gloating in advance, Siegfried entered an extremely excited state.

The physical pain and the strength of his opponent aroused Siegfried's desire to win thousands of times, and even allowed him to think beyond his own limitations.

High-intensity fighting consumes physical energy and energy much faster than aerobic exercise.

Siegfried assessed his own situation grimly: If there was another fight, he might not even have the strength left to escape the pursuit, and the bison in front of him could fight for at least ten more rounds.

But there is no difference between ten rounds and one round, because Siegfried has already seen through the opponent's attack range and action pattern.

All he wanted was a chance, a chance to cut off his opponent's arteries and trachea with one blow.

This time, Sigfrid bowed and gathered strength.

He stretched out the tip of his spear and tapped it lightly on the ground, and the bull immediately pounced on him.

As if the spring that had been compressed to the limit was removed from the restraint, Siegfried moved to the left like lightning - he was left-handed, and then thrust out the spear with lightning speed.

The power was transmitted from Siegfried's lower limbs, waist, abdomen, chest muscles, and arms to the tip of the spear, and the spear stabbed the bull's neck accurately and hard along an absolute straight line.

This time he didn't hold back his strength and stabbed out the spear almost to death.

The spear sank into the bull's neck like butter, until the blade disappeared completely.

But the next moment, the bull's huge body twisted around and hit the spear shaft with unparalleled force.

The force was transmitted back to Siegfried's side, and the spear pole broke out of Siegfried's hands and hit Siegfried hard in the chest.

A thick hickory spear shaft broke with a sound, the first half burst out of the wound in the cow's neck, and the second half remained in Sigfrid's arms.

The confrontation happened in the blink of an eye and ended in the blink of an eye.

Most of the nobles did not see what happened at all. They only saw the giant bull twisting its head and the blond "beauty" was thrown away.

The crowd gathered around the oval hunting ground all exclaimed, and a scream came from the royal stands.

The severe pain sent the bison into a complete rage. It lowered its horns and plowed towards the human lying on the ground.

Seeing that the emperor's favorite could not even leave a complete body, the corpse in the center of the hunting ground started to move - Siegfried was not dead. He stubbornly tried to block the horns with the second half of the spear shaft.

However, the bison raised its head and the blond "beauty" was thrown away again like a bag of flour.

This time, even the remaining half of the spear handle was taken away.

Siegfried landed heavily, and time seemed to slow down at this moment: the alcoholic father, the crying mother, the royal manor that sheltered the orphans, Elizabeth's smiling eyes like crescent moons, the battlefield with death pillows, and the corpses picked out from the pile of dead people.

In Farnan, the fiery red cavalry charged on the snowy land...

In the end, there was only a little regret and a lot of apologies left.

Siegfried sighed softly, probably for the first time in his life, and then closed his eyes.

"state".

"state".

"state".

The sound of tapping shields? Someone else is shouting?

Then came the sound of horse hooves. The sound of horse hooves was approaching quickly, but the sound of cow hooves was getting farther and farther away. Accompanying the sound of horse hooves was a string of clear and melodious bells.

The spectators outside the fence only saw the mad bison. Somehow, it suddenly left Earl Harlan alone and turned around and rushed straight towards the fence. The dozen nobles who faced the bison were caught off guard and fled in all directions in fright.

At this moment, a silver-gray horse leaped into the hunting ground. The knight on the horse was dressed in full attire, holding his lance upside down, and the small pennant tied under the tip of the lance made a hunting sound.

The bison immediately turned and charged towards the silver horse knight.

Seeing that he had successfully attracted the bison's attention, the knight on the silver horse calmly led the bison to the other end of the paddock.

Just by the heroic appearance of the knight controlling the horse and the beast, the Castilian nobles present would not mistake his identity - little Hernan, the best gladiator in the Castile Peninsula.

The crowd of spectators burst into cheers again, and the younger generation of Castilian nobles even cheered for little Hernan at the top of their lungs.

For a time, not many people paid attention to Earl Harlan, who did not know whether he was alive or dead.

While little Hernan attracted the bison and the audience, Farnan crossed the fence with something wrapped in red silk and ran towards Sigfrid.

There was also a man in black robe carrying a spear and followed Fran into the paddock, but he was far behind.

Farnan didn't say a word nonsense. When he arrived at Sigfrid's side, he immediately checked Sigfrid's injuries.

"Why are you here?" Siegfried coughed violently and tried to smile.

"I'm here to give you weapons." Farnan glanced at Siegfried reproachfully and quickly cut open the latter's shirt: "Your spear is broken. I am your assistant and I will give you spare weapons. No."

It’s a violation of established rules.”

While he was talking, a man in black robe carrying a spear followed him.

The man in black robe was about thirty years old, with a round face and a chubby face. He was out of breath from running a few steps.

As soon as he came up, he announced his identity: "Count Harlan, I am Brother Luke of the Michael Monastery."

"Michael's Order?" Siegfried sounded familiar.

"There is no serious trauma." Farnan explained Siegfried's injury simply and clearly: "No fractures have been found yet."

"No fractures? You are very lucky. The Lord is looking after you, Earl Harlan..." Brother Luke muttered and took off a delicate silver box from his neck, dipped his fingers in the holy oil from the silver box, and applied it to Siegfried.

forehead, chest and abdomen.

He placed the Holy Emblem on Siegfried's forehead, pressed the Holy Emblem with his hand, looked solemn, and recited devoutly: "[...those who take refuge in you, may they rejoice and cheer always, because you protect them. And may the love

All who are in your name rejoice in you, for you will bless the righteous, and you will guard him on every side with your favor like a shield...]”

As Brother Luke chanted, Siegfried obviously felt that the pain in his body gradually subsided and his strength also recovered.

"Little Hernan will take over." Fanan looked at his friend: "For you, the best strategy now is to leave the field directly."

Siegfried said nothing, gritted his teeth, put his hands on the ground and tried to get up.

Fanan sighed, untied the red silk, and a one-handed thin sword appeared in front of Siegfried.

This sword is shorter than a small sword used for ceremonial purposes. It is flat and has no width gradient on the blade. The most special thing is that the sword blade is not straight, and the front end of the sword has a slight arc.

"Little Hernan gave it to you." Farnan said calmly, "He said this is your only chance."

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[Clocks set back slightly]

"...The neck has blood vessels and trachea, which is a weakness, yes. But beasts also know that it is a weakness, and they will try their best to protect their necks." Little Hernan enthusiastically taught Farnan his experience: "So, Earl Harlan aimed at

The bison neck attack seems right, but it is completely wrong..."

Farnan spoke politely but firmly: "Your Excellency Hernan, please give a brief explanation."

"Okay, okay, to put it simply, Count Harlan wants to bring down that big guy." Little Hernan took out a specially made one-handed rapier: "You can only use this."

"This?" Fanan took the rapier - the length was less than a quarter of the spear.

"That's it." Little Hernan nodded desperately.

"how to use."

"Uh." Little Hernan cleared his throat: "It's very simple. When the cow rushes towards you, you jump up and insert the sword into the cow's back. The curvature of the sword body is enough to bypass the ribs and penetrate the cow.

heart……"

"Your Excellency Little Hernan." Farnan stared at Little Hernan: "You mean, you want Count Harlan to take this dagger and insert it into the cow the moment it rushes in front of him.

The back of the cow must be stabbed into the heart accurately."

Little Hernan nodded desperately, as if he was afraid that Fran would not believe it, so he hurriedly patched it up: "If the puncture is not accurate, just stab the lung. The bison will not be able to hold on for long if the lung is punctured - but in that case, the scene will be terrible

It’s just ugly. If it’s a little more tilted, it could hit the liver or intestines…”
To be continued...