I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 50 Fighting in the Rain
The rain was getting heavier, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world. As soon as Luc finished speaking, the two men rushed towards each other almost at the same time.

Luc was a burly man, a head taller than Henry, but because he was wearing heavy armor, his steps were a little slow. In contrast, Henry was extremely fast. Perhaps he realized that his disadvantage was in his armor, so he wisely did not get close to him. Instead, he used the advantage of his longer weapon and stabbed his sword from a long distance, aiming directly at Luc's throat.

The sound of a long sword cutting through the rain curtain, Luc raised the leather-wrapped round shield and took the powerful blow head-on, then he kept walking, stepping on the muddy ground, leaving a series of deep footprints, at the same time, he clenched the dagger in his right hand, muscles bulged, and stabbed Henry's abdomen fiercely!

Different from the swordsmanship that Luc had learned through trial and error on the battlefield, Henry's swordsmanship was derived from his family's skills and was formed through years of wandering and fighting. He was quite experienced and would decisively draw back his long sword if he missed a strike. Seeing Luc coming at him, he gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, swung it to the left, and with a bang, he directly blocked the dagger. The two swords immediately made a sharp clanging sound!
Fierce lightning flashed continuously in the dark sky. Luc and Henry fought in the rain, and the sound of swords clashing seemed insignificant amid the thunder.

At the same time, on the other side, Ryan was dragged more than ten steps by the warhorse in the blink of an eye. Although he quickly loosened the reins, his whole body was still burning with pain due to the friction.

He stood up while cursing and grimacing. Before he could recover, he saw the fierce battle on Luke's side. So he picked up the armed axe beside him without hesitation and ran to the battlefield to support.

The real fight is far less back-and-forth than imagined, but it is equally thrilling.

After just a few moves, Henry sadly discovered that he was at a disadvantage.

His arms began to feel numb from swinging the sword too much, and his breathing became increasingly disordered. In contrast, the man opposite him was still as strong as a wild bear.

Henry couldn't help but think of what Luc ate ​​in the evening. If he could eat bread every day, how could he lose to this commoner in terms of physical strength!

But that’s not all. What made Henry most disappointed was the chain mail on Luc and the pot helmet on his head.

His swordsmanship was much better than his opponent's, but the opponent relied on the sturdy armor to attack him continuously, thus equalizing his advantage. There were several times when he clearly hit the opponent, but because of the chain mail, he could not inflict serious wounds, and his own leather armor was left with several scratches.

This scene reminded him of a hermit mountain dweller he had met before. A fierce battle broke out when he was robbing the other party. The other party might be a veteran with extraordinary skills, but because he had no armor or good weapons, he was killed on the spot by himself and his entourage.

Henry now felt a little sympathetic towards the mountain man who he thought was overconfident.
The worst thing is the rain.

The brim of Luc's helmet was long, and the rain dripped in front of his eyes, while Henry, who had no helmet at all, could only let the rain hit his face and wet the ends of his hair.

The rain blurred his vision. In such weather, although Henry's swordsmanship was still sharp, his speed and accuracy would be affected. Luc obviously noticed this and immediately launched a counterattack.

Luc suddenly rushed forward, and the dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake, heading straight for Henry's lower body. Seeing this, Henry hurriedly raised his left foot, trying to block Luc's attack. However, Luc had anticipated this, and his dagger suddenly changed direction at the moment it was about to touch Henry's calf, and stabbed Henry's knee.

Once again avoiding Luc's fierce dagger, Henry's steps were already messy. He gritted his teeth and chopped the heavy long sword towards Luc's head. As soon as the long sword was raised, Henry immediately panicked. His arm was finally deformed by the excessive pain in the long sword attack!
In a fight, countless moments happen in a split second, and even the smallest mistake can lead to serious consequences.

How could Luc, who had also been on the battlefield, not know this truth?

Seizing the opportunity decisively, Luc used all his strength to stab Henry in the chest with a sword!

Henry tried to draw his sword to block, but Luc's attack was too fast and fierce, and the tip of the sword pierced through the leather armor and then pierced deeply into Henry's chest!
Blood oozed from the wound and immediately became a heavy torrential downpour when mixed with the rain.

Henry groaned in pain, his sword slipped from his hand unconsciously, his legs slowly bent due to the pain until he fell to his knees. Luc kicked him in the shoulder, and with a thud, he fell in a pool of blood.

Luc did not draw out the dagger, leaving it stuck in Henry's chest. He stood in front of Henry, who was still gasping for breath but already breathing weakly. Rain mixed with sweat flowed down his face, and he stared at Henry coldly.

As if he sensed something, Henry tried to raise his head and look at Luke. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with resentment and anger.

He opened his mouth with all his might, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

Finally, his head slowly drooped and never rose again.

"master!"

Ryan arrived late with an armed axe in his hand, and saw this scene as soon as he approached.

"The master is dead?" Ryan blinked. This knight was killed by the master?

Didn't I help at all?
"Go and give it another stab and see if he's dead."

Seeing Ryan coming, Luke couldn't bear it anymore and sat down on the grass.

In fact, I was already exhausted and was just hanging on by a thread.

After hearing Luc's order, Ryan immediately became energetic. After all, he didn't do nothing.

His injury was not serious. After all, he let go of the horse after only a few steps. He walked up to Henry, who was still glaring at death, with his axe in hand. Facing his colorless eyes filled with grief and anger, Ryan chopped Henry's exposed neck with an axe.

After confirming that Henry had no chance of survival, Ryan ran to Luc's side and carefully helped him up. Although Luc had no fatal wounds, both arms were scratched. His chain mail had not been cut, but his body was still in pain. Armor can protect against swords, but it cannot protect against pain. This is why many people prefer to use blunt weapons when facing an enemy in full armor.

Sitting down against a tree, Luc asked, "Where's the horse? Can't you find it?"

"We should still be able to find it. The forest is so dark that the warhorse dare not run too far."

"In that case, go and take little Charlie with you and bring the horse back first. This time, after killing Henry, this horse will be a great trophy. With it, it can be used as a riding horse or a steed for plowing."

"But you, sir?"

"Go ahead. I won't die. Don't let the horse run away!"

"All right."

Ryan no longer hesitated, turned around to avoid the trap, untied little Charlie who was tied behind the bushes, and ran straight towards the warhorse.

The man and the dog disappeared into the darkness. Luc rested for a while, slowly got up from the ground, and picked up Henry's fine steel sword that was scattered beside him.

The longsword is a typical knight's sword with a sharp blade. Compared with the flat short sword, the knight's sword is slightly higher in the middle and has slightly narrower edges.

After flicking the sword with his hand and listening to the crisp metallic sound, Luc couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a great sword!"

When it comes to making a good sword, the harder it is, the better. If it is too hard, it will break easily. Of course, it is not good to be too brittle either.

This fine steel sword is just right.

Put away the knight's sword, it is a good thing comparable to a warhorse.

He came to Henry's body with a long sword and picked up a piece of colorful cloth that had been tucked around his waist.

Luc stared at the piece of cloth that he had noticed during the confrontation. A tawny stag was embroidered on a white background - this was the coat of arms of the Henry family!

The Crusades had not yet begun, and there was no tradition of knights wearing burqas.

No matter how prominent Henry's family was in the past, it became a thing of the past the moment Henry died.

The rain was still falling. Luc squinted his eyes, carefully observing the stag through the rain, and murmured, "Is it such a coincidence?"

(End of this chapter)