Although it was not known why these soldiers had come so quickly, all the knight brothers thought that they had arrived at the right time.

At this moment, the Great Pruss Legion has clamped the "main force" of the Wiegand tribe like two big pincers of crabs.

But despite this, the brothers of the Order could still see that some of the defeated armies were being regrouped before them.

And as a cavalry unit, they are best at completely breaking up these routs.

Now that the infantry on the right flank had been replenished, the knights had a new target.

Collection !!

"Brothers, let's crush these barbarians once and for all!"

The Lion's banner was raised again, but this time he was not pointing in the direction of the trapped Wiegand troops, but the routed forces that were regrouping in the swamp.

These stragglers may not seem threatening at the moment, but if they are allowed to gather continuously, they can be a problem.

As for the elite soldiers of the few thousand Wiegand tribes who have not yet entered the battlefield, they are selectively ignored.

In Ward's eyes, the act of not putting his own forces into the battlefield in the first place is a fool's behavior.

The unfavorable morale of the front-line soldiers will crush the reserve force and make it lose its original meaning.

Even if the Wiegand did not lose the war completely, but saved a small number of them to lose, it would not be able to resist the next surging offensive of the Empire.

What's more, in addition to the precious resources that cannot be replenished by knights, there are also some peasant soldiers who can be regarded as reserve soldiers......

Anyway, infantry is a type of army that can be used with a shield, and as long as it is not destroyed in a formation on the battlefield, the veteran can always bring out the newcomer.

The knights didn't bother to wipe the sweat off their foreheads, just as their horses had no time to rest at all, and they were spewing white air in the air.

It is foreseeable that after this battle, these delicate war horses will inevitably die a lot.

But at this time, the knights no longer care about feeling sorry for these "foreign objects".

They had already killed their eyes at this time, and during this period of time in the swamp, although the knights were the object of key care, their days were naturally still very different from when they were in the south.

In fact, even if their Grand Master, the Sward Knights, did not take the initiative to lead them north to continue the assault, they would still take the initiative to ask for battle.

They couldn't resist drinking wine in the banquet hall, standing on top of the corpses of these barbarians!

Looking at these knights, who were chasing after each other and covered in blood and full of evil spirits, the soldiers who had just felt the swamp and had not had time to catch their breath couldn't help but wail again.

The soldiers who were better at running could still hold out for a while, while those who were physically deficient simply threw their weapons and lay down on the cold dirt.

What is despair? Despair is when you're out of breath and you're chasing a bunch of human tanks behind your ass.

At this time, the Great Prus Knights were no longer the symbol of the "light of civilization", and the large patches of blood on their bodies, combined with the heavy swords covered with gaps, were simply to the devil who crawled out of hell.

Tears and cries filled the entire Wiegand army.

They thought they had put all their efforts into the face of the demons, and the gods simply released the demons.

It was only when the last abyss opened their huge jaws that a man in a strange suit took the initiative to stand in front of them.

They either stenched or smelled strange, but in any case, they seemed to be out of place in the atmosphere of the battlefield.

And when they read something in their mouths, the soldiers finally came to their senses.

It was the priests and elders of their tribe, but they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The fleeing soldiers slowed down their own pace, and the desperate soldiers struggled to get up from the ground.

"Elder (priest), this is dangerous, how did you come here, I will help you resist this situation, and return to King Edward, he still has thousands of elite warriors there, who may be able to keep you safe. ”

"We lowly people can die here, but you have more important things to do, the dolls in the tribe can't do without your teaching, and the year-round production and harvest time in the tribe still need to be calculated and arranged by you. ”

And the elders of the tribes just stood where they were.

Their legs were shaking, because no one could remain calm under the onslaught of the Rider.

But no one left on their own initiative.

One of the elders said in a somewhat mournful voice, "Children, we have no way back. The Great Prussians have driven us to a corner. The inch of land we stand on is the bottom line we can retreat. ”

The soldiers could not all hear what the elder was saying, and even if they could hear what the elder was saying, they could not all understand what it meant.

But just listening to the tone of his voice, it was as if there was a missing piece in my heart that made it so uncomfortable.

I only felt as if there was a stream of tears gushing out uncontrollably in my eyes and nose.

And the exhaustion and pain in the hands, feet, and chest, which were originally located, seemed to be nothing worth mentioning compared to this great sense of loss.

Encouraged by these priests, more and more soldiers returned to the battle line.

With all their strength, they struck the shields in their hands with what little spear they had left, or a small axe.

It seems that he is going to use this uplifting sound to call his brothers back.

In short, by the time the knights set foot on this muddy swamp, the original Weegand had once again become the most resolute warriors of the Weegand tribe.

They used this array that they stole from their opponents to drown out the sound of the hooves of the heavy cavalry!

It wasn't until he saw this scene that Edward nodded with some satisfaction.

He patted the fat man beside him on the shoulder vigorously, and said loudly: "These priests have not eaten so many offerings of the tribe for nothing in these years, and they are somewhat useful people. ”

He looked at the battle-filled central battlefield.

Because the "farmer" general misunderstood what the Sward knight meant.

He didn't understand what it meant to maintain the superiority of the right wing.

In order to fully implement the general's intentions, he ordered his 4,000 infantry to advance in two columns, one column continuing to rush from the right flank, while the other 3,000 men went directly around the hill to outflank the remaining thousands of Wiegand troops.

And he completely forgot to go and mop the knoll of the enemy.

When the center of the battlefield is placed on the original left flank, the original right flank is no longer the original right flank, but should be the central position.

This misunderstanding led directly to the thousands of surrounded, willpower-crumbling troops, suddenly supported by their friendly forces on the hillside, and gathered together almost unhindered.

This turned into 7,000 infantry of the Great Pruth Legion, taking the initiative to attack nearly 6,000 Wiegand warriors.

Even if they were to win in the end, they would have to fight hard for a while, not to mention free up their hands to support the knights on the left flank.

And there is more than one tragedy that happened at the same time.

On the battlefield where the Knights attacked the rout, the knights still plowed into the formation of the Wiegand people, but when they were about to kill in all directions, a great change suddenly occurred.

The heavy cavalry, whose hooves were wrapped in sackcloth, slid uncontrollably after entering the soft swamp, and they had only saddles and no stirrups, and in a moment, these knights, who had always been known for their good horsemanship, "flew" out one by one.

Most of them turned around and fell from their horses, only to be caught by the Wiegand warriors who surrounded them.

The heavier the armor on these cavalrymen, the more difficult it was to get up when they fell to the ground.

Even if the Wiegand warriors could not break the armor, they could still pinch the unstoppable knights to the ground, so that they could not turn over.

And the knight who can't turn over is as ridiculous as a four-legged king.

They have empty martial arts, but they don't have any kung fu at all.

There were a few unlucky knights who had already found the gap in the armor between their necks, and then had their throats slit by some angry Wiegand warriors.

As for the knights who did not fall from their horses, they also found themselves alone at this moment.

Just as they were about to accept the order to retreat, they suddenly discovered that neither the knight in charge of carrying the flag nor their Grand Master Sward were spared.

The knight carrying the flag has already swallowed his breath, only the knight of Sword is superb in martial arts, and he has not completely fallen for a while, but how long he can hold out in the crowd after losing his war horse is unknown.

Besides, at this moment, Sword looked at the enemies around him who were like weeds in the fields, and the strength in his hands and feet softened a little.

What made him feel even more uncomfortable was the screams of the knights of the Rainbow Knights, each of which seemed to pierce his heart.

It is really rare to train a qualified knight, money is only one aspect, and more importantly, physical strength and talent.

In this era when there were no stirrups fixed, the knight had to carry a five-kilogram greatsword to fight the enemy, which was a miracle in itself.

Therefore, even if he searched the entire Great Prus Empire, the number of heavily armored knights he knew would not exceed a thousand, and the number of directly dispatched by the emperor would not exceed five hundred.

And now most of the more than 300 knights have fallen from their horses, which has already injured nearly half of the national strength of the imperial center.

As a commander, of course, he is not to blame.

In a trance of losing honor and victory, he cut down the Wiegand warriors who rushed up one after another in front of him, although their equipment was poor and their martial arts were not good compared to the knights, but at this moment they burst out with an incomparably powerful cohesion.

Eventually, a Wiegand axe man rushed in front of him, and a panting Sword could hardly lift his sword.

He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.

Soon, a warm liquid splashed on his body, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Captain, what are you still doing, get on your horse, the brothers of the Knights are still waiting for you!"

A somewhat familiar and unfamiliar voice came into his ears, pulling him back from his contemplation of life and death.

It was a knight in golden armor.

His swordsmanship was lame, at least compared to him, but he was still fighting hard.

Grabbing the reins of the horse beside him, Sword almost subconsciously jumped onto the horse's back.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the country boy in front of him that he had single-handedly achieved.

"Vidia? ”

Grand Master thought silently in his heart.

It was after riding on horseback that Sword's vision widened slightly, and he looked at the battle situation around him.

A knight is still a knight after all, and although this battle is bound to be lost now, he can still hold on to his armor for a while.

The knights who were killed were just a few who rushed to kill the more radical ones and stood beside them.

More knights were quickly supported by the knights who did not fall, and they got up from the ground one after another, forming small groups, supported like a few reefs in the tide of thousands of Wiegand people.

This gave him another glimmer of hope.

As long as our infantry ......

He turned his head to the main battlefield in the south, only to find that an inexplicable small force of infantry had broken into his eyes.

Their current situation can only be described as bad, with the Wiggan's elite infantry running into them, and they have a four-fold superiority in strength.

Even the morale of the infantry was acceptable, but they could not withstand such an onslaught, and they could only fight and retreat to the battlefield behind them, hoping to get support from their comrades.

And on the battlefield behind them, the Wiegand warriors, who had been on the verge of collapse, began to coalesce again.

Slowly but surely, they retreated to the unoccupied heights.

At the head of the command were two tall tribal generals, one of them holding a sword, and seemed to be commanding the warriors to hold the line with a loud voice. The other general was holding a big axe in both hands, and cut down the soldiers who dared to rush to the ground one by one.

Even though the infantry of the Great Pruss had the upper hand, victory still seemed so far away.

If there was anything more striking to Sword, it must be the "Earl of Honor" who had just saved him, an angel who descended into the world, was chopped to the ground with an axe by a wiegand warrior who looked stupid, although he did not die immediately, but in terms of the amount of bleeding, it was estimated that he would not survive.

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