Outside the battlefield where the arrows were flying, Randy on the gentle slope relaxed a little, although the trap crater was still there, but at least he already knew the location and would not step on it to trigger it again.

"Blow the horn, let the first echelon infantry charge, and the second echelon will immediately make up for it."

Schwabian's attacks really began.

The first echelon consisted of nearly 200 medium-sized infantrymen, who wore half-body plate armor or piercing chain mail, carried a shield in their left hand and a sword, axe and hammer spear in their right hand, and rushed towards the gap.

The second echelon consisted of five hundred and twenty men, all light infantry armed with short spears in cotton leather armor or armor, and these people were also the main force of the Swabian army.

As a matter of common sense, the battle had reached such a point, and Swaper himself should have done his best, but Randy never let his soldiers rush towards the gap, except that he was not idiotic enough to let 1,400 people pile up in a narrow gap and squeeze each other to death, more because according to the military situation, the enemy and an elite infantry regiment of 400 people never appeared in the field of vision of the battlefield.

Randy had already sent people to spy around, but there was no sign of him within a mile of him, and Randy could only guess that the elite infantry were hiding in the dense forest on both sides of the gap.

Therefore, the cautious Landi kept half of his troops as far as possible as an emergency reserve on the premise of ensuring the continuity and striking nature of the attack

The enemy was still magnificent, and in the face of six or seven hundred enemy soldiers, Art maintained his last calm and composure, he stared motionlessly at the Swabian who rushed upwards, and pulled the reins of the war horse to stabilize the horse's mood.

"Trap before the battle, prepare!" Art suddenly said to the row of Deadpools behind him.

Seven or eight Deadpools stood out of the long line, and they stooped down to pick up the hemp rope that lay on the turf in front of them, wrapping it around and holding it in their hands

Between ten and twenty paces ahead of the hooves of Yat's war horses, this is a place that the Swaben have not set foot on so far, and this is also the last calm and calm reliance of Art.

Under the turf between the ten steps, the thin planks still smelled of fresh wood, and below the wood was a flat tunnel about eight feet deep, and there were no stingers or animal lassoes in the pit, it was smooth and smooth, except for a strong smell of fire oil.

"Crossbow team, rocket ready!" Art ordered.

The herald raised the crossbow flag, followed by a red flag symbolizing flames.

In the back, crossbow captain Jason and several crossbowmen picked out a few special arrows.

The arrow part of the arrow is not sharp but hinges out an oval empty frame, the empty frame is filled with flammable fluffy edelweiss, the edelweiss is soaked in fat-dissolving oil and dried in the sun, the burning material in the arrow empty frame has many fine holes and is divided into several layers, after ignition, the air flow can easily blow out the outer flame, but there is always a spark in the inner layer. When the arrow slows down, the air fills the inner layer again, and immediately after a pause, it can be replenished and spontaneously combusted.

Jason placed the special arrow on the fire in front of him and lit it to make it burn, then wound his bow and waited for the flag to fall.

The Swabian mid-mounted infantry had already approached the front of the formation sixty paces, and the traps and potholes in front of them made them slow down their charge, and under the cover of the rain of arrows from the Swabian crossbowmen, they carried the road without traps and raised their shields to move quickly.

The two hundred leading enemies pressed the formation step by step, and they were about to approach twenty paces in front of the formation.

Art could clearly hear the heavy gasps of the soldiers in the formation behind him, and Otto beside him raised his right hand into his ear.

"Pull!" Seeing that the Swabian forwards had stepped into the twenty-step line, Otto swung his clenched fists down.

Eight front-row Deadpools with twine wrapped in their hands pulled the twine desperately, the twine was stretched straight, and the turf was lifted by the rope, extending to the ten paces in front of the formation.

A hundred and fifty medium-sized infantry had already rushed into twenty paces, and as soon as they came into contact with the enemy, they were confident that they could quickly tear through the Burgundian army and crush them to death with their strong armor blades.

The earth-shattering momentum of the Swabian forward soldiers stopped twenty paces ahead of the Burgundian formation.

As Swabian raised his sword, the ground about two hundred feet wide twenty to ten paces ahead of the battle suddenly collapsed, leaving only a path less than ten feet wide in the middle.

More than 150 people fell to the bottom of the pit in an instant, and the people who rushed up from behind could not stop and fell into the pit one after another.

No one was pierced by the stake, except for a few hapless guys who fell and sprained their legs or were hit in the head by someone who fell from behind.

After a moment's pause, the Swabian soldiers began to climb, but the walls of the tunnel were dug so neatly that the Swabians didn't even have a place to help.

A few Swabian officers who were the first to react began to direct the soldiers to climb up on the body, and the soles of one soldier's feet suddenly slipped, and he reached out and touched the dirt under his buttocks, which was very sticky and black, he took a closer look, and then put his slime-stained palm to the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

"Kerose? Kerosene!!! There was an exclamation from the other side.

Before the words fell, several black dots appeared in the sky above the tunnel, and with a hissing sound that broke through the air, the black dots turned into arrows nailed into the tunnel.

The Swabian soldier had not yet put down the palm under the tip of his nose, and was still staring blankly at the strange unkempt arrow on the ground, the arrow was still emitting green smoke, and the green smoke was getting bigger and thicker, and the flames suddenly rose in the round eyes of the Swabian soldier

Arte's tense heartstrings loosened, and he lifted the reins to his right and turned with the warhorse, "Odo, this fire still needs to burn for a while, from now on, you will command the frontal battlefield, I should go to the two wings." ”

"Command, wolf smoke! Get ready to flank! ”

Otto's eyes were still staring at the smoke of the fire ten paces ahead, in the flames was the burning body of Schwabian and the wailing of the whole day, it turned out that killing could be so cruel, and the scorching stench filled this cruel land

The eyes of Count Landy, the commander of the Swabian army, were filled with a flame, and his right hand, which was holding the reins, burst into flames, "Let the soldiers withdraw!" Randy squeezed a word out of her teeth.

Three wolf smoke rose in a clearing behind the gap, and the Swaben had been pinned by the life-devouring flames, and no one paid attention to the three wolf smoke in the rear of the enemy army.

But on a desolate hillside two miles southwest of the battlefield in the Jungle Pass, Lusignan, the captain of the cavalry of the Jonah Frontier Garrison, saw the pillars of wolf smoke, "Jafar, the wolf smoke is rising, immediately return to the sergeant!" ”

A moment later, in the southwest of the slopes of the Lusignan Mountains, more than 500 people from the 1st Battalion of the Jonah Frontier Garrison, the Heavy Infantry and the Cavalry Corps, hidden in the low hills, rushed towards the Swabian army camp outside Wallonia, which was empty in defense