In the Republic of Poland, if a girl is not married, young people who love her can defeat his competitors by dueling to win the girl\'s heart. Similarly, the failed party must give up the pursuit of the woman.

Of course, this challenge is conditional. That is the equality of identity. If a civilian challenges the aristocracy, the aristocracy certainly has the right to refuse, because it is an insult to the aristocracy. But previously, Catherine had affirmed her aristocratic status. Although she was a declining aristocrat, the aristocrat was the aristocrat. At least in identity, Catherine from Scotland and little anzumov are equal.

Now, Catherine threw out gloves symbolizing challenge for love, so little anzumov must accept it, otherwise she will be laughed at by everyone. Especially today, those in charge of guarding are members of the noble guard. They regard reputation as more important than life.

Little anzumov took off the gloves hanging from his shoulder. Now he knows that while setting a trap, someone has set a trap for himself. Although he can\'t judge who this man is.

"I accept your challenge," said count anzumov Jr.

The duel will be held in the yard of the castle, which is the place where the mercenaries trained when they first entered the city.

The servants in the castle move quickly, or they are also happy to see this kind of bloody entertainment. Soon, a row of chairs were placed in the middle of the corridor columns. Lord fiordo sat in the middle, with bishop kisher on his left and his daughter Helena on his right.

The soldiers of the noble guard in charge of guarding surrounded the yard. Today they are both guards and onlookers. In the hanging tower and roof next to the yard, some Castle servants and nobles and mercenaries living in the castle sit on it. Even if they don\'t understand the cause and effect of duel, it doesn\'t hinder their interest in duel. This includes Pedro et al.

The duelers entered from both sides and stopped at the edge of the field. Everyone held their breath and looked at them.

The little count anzumov put on a breastplate. This suit of breastplate has been treated by baking blue and shines with blue brilliance. His weapon was a Polish saber, light and handy.

And Catherine didn\'t wear a armour. He was still in the uniform of a mercenary. His weapon was a Scottish broadsword, and the round hand guard firmly wrapped his right hand in deerskin gloves. He has a small shield in his left hand, which is the favorite weapon combination of Highland Scots.

The duel did not begin immediately. A group of servants went to the field first. They stepped on the snow in the yard with their feet and sprinkled a layer of coal ash on it to prevent any party to the duel from slipping.

The first trumpet sounded. Little anzumov and Catherine turned and bowed in the direction of fiordo. According to the rules, if the women present have mercy on one party, they can give out one of their own items. Of course, little anzumov did not have such treatment. As the only noble woman present, Helena gave her handkerchief to Catherine. The latter put it in his arms with a precious and important place.

This can not help but make little anzumov angry again.

"Look, I\'ll cut you to pieces." little anzumov thought silently. For Helena, the little count was another curse.

The second trumpet sounded. They sorted out the equipment on their lower bodies to ensure that they were safe. Then he made a noble salute to the other party.

"Today\'s great victory, I will give it to the most beautiful miss Helena. She is also my love," cried Catherine. This caused a burst of admiration from the people present.

"What a chivalrous man! I\'ve only seen such characters in knight novels." someone sighed.

"Then I also let God, Lord fiordo, and all the nobles and knights in this land bear witness. I will wash my shame with your blood."

Of course, little anzumov would not let Catherine steal the limelight and momentum, he also shouted.

Finally the third horn sounded. When the trumpeter stops, the duel will begin.

The horn didn\'t stop.

In the first round, neither side was in a hurry, but began to test the other side.

Count anzumov\'s saber falsely painted a few flowers in front of him, trying to lure Catherine to block him. But Catherine was not fooled. He just raised the small shield and stared at little anzumov\'s wrist with a knife.

After several times of trial and error, the little count anzumov lost his temper and took the lead in launching an attack. The saber cleaved from top to bottom to Catherine\'s right without shield.

Catherine was prepared for the blow. He moved the shield sideways so that little anzumov\'s saber hit the shield. Then, Catherine slightly retracted her arm and tilted the small shield to ease little anzumov\'s attack.

After that, the little count anzumov launched several dense attacks, and the saber continuously cut on Catherine\'s small shield. But it didn\'t hurt Catherine every time.

On the surface, the little count anzumov seemed to have an advantage, and Catherine couldn\'t lift her head. But with such a rapid and fierce attack, the young count anzumov\'s physical strength was also consumed at a high speed, his head was steaming, and his nostrils were contracting violently.

In contrast to Catherine, his breath was calm and his steps were powerful. Little anzumov\'s attack could not even numb his forearm.

Oh! Catherine launched her first counterattack after removing the attack of little anzumov again. His small shield swung open the saber, his body came forward fiercely, and the Scottish broadsword swept little anzumov\'s waist.

Little anzumov jumped back in a hurry. The broad sword swept anzumov\'s chest by the slightest inch, leaving a faint scratch on it.

After landing, little anzumov took several steps back before he stood firm. But then Catherine\'s second attack was coming. Catherine raised the small shield of her left hand to protect her upper body, and then flew out like an arrow and hit little anzumov.

Catherine bumped firmly into little anzumov\'s chest. They flew out a few steps together, and then fell on the snow, stirring up a burst of white fog.

When the white fog dispersed, the people saw such a scene: Catherine held Xiaodun\'s left hand and pressed xiaoanzumov\'s chest and neck. His right hand holding a broad sword held the handle of the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed to the middle of xiaoanzumov\'s eyes.

Obviously, it was Catherine, a mercenary from Scotland, who won the victory.

At this time, the trumpeter sounded the trumpet in good time. Declared the end of the duel and Catherine\'s victory.

Little anzumov, who stood up from the snow, was livid, his chest armor was concave, and there were several obvious scars on his hands, which were marks cut by cinders when his hands were on the ground. But he didn\'t say anything. He just looked at Helena who jumped into Catherine\'s arms.