Time passed little by little, and Angus's rash Burgundian mixed cavalry and several infantry teams were already in formation, but Art did not blow the horn of the charge.

He was waiting, waiting for the Swabian heavy cavalry to go away.

After about half an hour, Art expected that the Swabian heavy cavalry would be at least five miles away, and that the battle would be over even if the Swabian heavy cavalry returned to his aid, as long as the charging own troops moved quickly.

"Order, all soldiers, kill one enemy and reward thirty pfennig!"

"Kill one enemy, and the military reward is fifty pfennig!"

"Kill one enemy, and the military reward is fifty pfennig!"

"Kill one enemy, and the military reward is fifty pfennig!"

The guards beside Art opened their throats and shouted orders, and hundreds of soldiers in front of the car cheered in unison, and their morale was high.

"Wave the flag and blow the trumpet, and the whole army will attack!" Art said word by word to the guards and heralds beside him.

Three trumpets sounded, and the flags of each army waved.

Angus looked around left and right, and the flag teams had already responded to the flag, so he ordered the charge, lightly kicking the horse's belly and slowly moving forward, more than 120 war horses on both sides of Angus also snorted and kicked the horse's hooves to follow Angus's war horses, and the elite soldiers and light infantry behind the cavalry took steps to take a step, and marched towards the Swabian army in a neat line under the orders of their respective commanders.

Just when Angus led the army out of the car formation for more than twenty steps, a wolf smoke rose from the rear of the Swabian army on the opposite side, Angus slowed down his horse, stood on the horse's back and turned his head to look back at the command car where Art was.

Art stood still, the flag still in front of the charge.

Angus made up his mind, turned his head and continued to lead his army closer to the enemy position.

The Swabian army was dominated by hoplites and elite infantry, with two phalanx of light infantry on the flanks facing each other with shields and spears, archers at the rear of the formation, and Count Landy's central army behind the archers.

The elite infantry in the center was the core of the Swabian fighting force, and Angus's cavalry team was running towards the elite of the Swabian center.

Regardless of whether there was an ambush or not, and whether or not Swabian's heavy cavalry would suddenly turn back to the battlefield and kill themselves, the army led by Angus was now an arrow off the string and could only go straight to the target.

Walking slowly to a hundred and eighty paces in front of the enemy, Angus began to direct his army to speed up, and the horsemen beside him tilted the upright flag forward, and the cavalry began to accelerate, and the infantry followed quickly in order to take a step.

One hundred and fifty paces, Schwabian's arrows began to diffuse, a distance that was no longer powerful for an arrow, but always disturbed the army behind Angus.

Among the Burgundian cavalry that charged the enemy formation, dozens of heavy cavalry were in front as blades, and more than eighty light cavalry fell slightly behind as two wings.

For many years, the army of the Count of Burgundy was defeated under the iron heel of Swabian, but today they were able to take the initiative to attack the army of the Swabians, and the heavy and light cavalry in front of them suddenly felt their blood boiling.

The war horses under them also began to slowly speed up with their master's blood, and the horses' hooves kicked the ground, raising grass and flying all over the sky.

After the mixed light and heavy cavalry, 480 elite infantry and 200 light infantry also rushed to the enemy position at great speed.

Due to his military exploits in the ambush of a small Swabian army at the river, the brave Hans was drafted into the Deadpool team along with Burry, the butcher who had been through the bloody baptism together, and they also made a military exploit in the attack on (and plundering) the Swabian border of Buvan County.

Entering the Deadpool team means good weapons and armor, good food, and of course, a lot of opportunities to die.

Hans was hesitant, but when his commander Rig, who had been promoted to flag captain of the 2nd Infantry Regiment, asked him if he wanted to kill the enemy and get rid of prisonerhood.

Fear of death is still fear of death, but there is a strange feeling in that fear, which makes Hans tremble all over, and blood rushes to his head.

Unbeknownst to Hans, the moment he bit the throat of an enemy enemy in Swabian with his teeth, a killing beast had taken possession of his soul and body.

Although he was at the forefront of the entire infantry formation, more than a hundred galloping horses kicked up dust to obscure the view, and Hans had no idea how far he was from the enemy formation.

"Bury, how far is it to get there?" Hans asked Burry, who was beside him with a shield against sporadic arrows.

Burry put down his shield with arrows, glanced sideways at Hans as he ran, and scolded, "Look ahead, pick up your shield, watch the arrows, you fool!"

As soon as Hans lifted the shield, a stray arrow smashed into the wooden shield, but the arrow lost its strength and only scratched the wooden shield.

"Don't care how far it is, just charge, the two of us will get closer in a while and take care of each other, and we will share the reward equally if we kill the enemy! Fifty pfennigs for a head, I need at least two hundred pfennigs! Haha~" Butcher's Burry's face was purple and red, and his expression was almost crazy.

Butcher, this profession itself is not a good class.

The cavalry quickened again, the hooves of the horses roared louder and louder, the rain of arrows in the sky became more and more intense, and Hans and Burry and the Burgundian infantry threw off their legs and strode into battle.

It was useless to dodge and retreat in such a rain of arrows, and the only way to restrain was to rush into the enemy line as quickly as possible and make the enemy's archers stop firing, as the veterans and officers repeatedly explained.

Hans was fortunate that the arrows that came in his face like flying locusts did not hit him, and he had three arrows hanging on his shield, but the Burgundian army that rushed here also suffered casualties, at first one of the light cavalry horses in front was hit by arrows, and the horse fell to the ground in pain, and the two light horsemen behind him were alarmed; Then four or five horsemen on horseback were shot off their horses, most of them with arrows in the thighs, and there was no fear for their lives, but they could only wait on the spot for rescue after the battle; Then a dozen infantry fell, and although they had armor, the armor was not heavy, and arrows at sharp angles could still pierce their armor

Bang~

Bang! Bang! Bang bang

More than forty heavily armored cavalry collided with the heavy infantry and spearmen in front of Schwabian, how could those spearmen and heavy infantry withstand the collision of thousands of pounds of war horses, and in only an instant they were knocked out of five or six steps, and the middle of the Swabian army was forced to break a gap.

Tom, tom, tom~

Eighty or so light cavalry slammed into the flanks of the Swabian center, and these light cavalry did not have the same momentum as the heavy cavalry, many of their horses were stabbed by spears and fell, and some of them even stopped in front of the spear tips of the army.

Fortunately, the heavy cavalry in the center had already opened a gap, and the light cavalry, which had not been able to ram into the enemy formation, turned their horses and continued to charge towards the gap broken by the heavy cavalry

In the back of Swabia, Count Landy's heartstrings tightened, and his hands gripping the reins had begun to ooze thin sweat, such a battle situation was not what Landy expected.

Suspicion is what battlefield conspirators love the most, and the appearance of any battlefield will be questioned by repeated reflections.

Randy dared to let the heavy cavalry attack from behind while the Burgundian siege army outside the fort was not firmly established, because he expected that the opponent's Art would not dare to take the opportunity to rush out of the chariot formation to fight him.

First, the Burgundians were not superior in strength, and nearly half of their soldiers were defeated border troops and prisoners who had just been released from prison, and only slightly elite were more than 400 troops brought from the Western Front; On the other hand, among the more than 1,000 soldiers in the Swabian army, there are heavy armor, elite, crossbowmen, and more importantly, their morale is high.

Second, the intrigues and intrigues of the Burgundian commanders were endless, and the more people who liked trickery, the more worried they were about the deceit of their opponents, so he thought that the Burgundian commanders would not rush into attack.

However, he only knew that Art was a "despicable person" who used to use intrigue and trickery, but he didn't know that Art was also a gambler who dared to take risks.

When the enemy mixed cavalry came out of formation, he also tried to scare them back with a cloud of wolf smoke, but the other party was unmoved. This kind of battle situation made Count Landi a little surprised, after the heavy cavalry left, his army would lose the absolute advantage of the enemy cavalry, and he was at a disadvantage under the impact of the enemy cavalry, so he gave up the hedge to meet the enemy and chose to stand in formation.

The two armies were already locked in a fierce battle, and the mixed cavalry led by Angus withdrew from the gap between the Swabian soldiers before they were completely overwhelmed by the Swabian soldiers, and regrouped on the left and right flanks, ready to storm the two flanks of the enemy.

In the middle of the warband, the infantry of Burgundy and Swabia were completely stalemate, spears pierced, broadswords chopped, tomahawks flew, hammers smashed, chains undulated, stumps and broken arms, broken flesh and intestines, screams were incessant, and the sound of fighting was deafening.

"Heavy armor! Heavy armor! Break the heavy armor! Deadpool's flag captain Rig gave the order, and after the cavalry withdrew, the remnants of Swabian hoplites arrived again to block the attack.

Dozens of Deadpools heard Rig's shout, and they gathered under the command of their black-robed commanders (formerly veterans of the Wells Legion) and charged at the Swabian heavies who were surrounding them.

Hans was fortunate enough to escape a devastating rain of arrows and spears, and after the cavalry withdrew, he was at the vanguard of the Swabian army.

After the black-robed squadron leader roared and gathered, he instinctively lifted the leather round shield, pinched the long-handled battle axe tightly, and the cowhide boots kicked violently on the turf, charging at a Swabian heavy infantry in iron armor.

Grinning and wide-eyed, the tomahawk was raised, the force rising from the soles of his feet, tensing every muscle, and then converging on his right arm, and the palm of his hand slashed at the Swabian hoplite's chest.

The Swabian hoplite saw a falling tomahawk in his eye, and instinctively ducked sideways, the tomahawk sparkling against the iron-clad armor.

The Swabian hoplites reacted very quickly, the sparks on the armor had not yet disappeared, and the broadsword in his hand had already stabbed Hans into the waist.

Hans didn't have time to stop parrying, and could only watch as the bloody blade of his broadsword stabbed him in the abdomen.

At the moment when the broadsword pierced Hans's abdomen, a huge force pulled Hans violently, and the blade that had just pierced into the skin left his body, and Hans fell backwards to the ground.

Almost at the same moment, a hammer came out from the right rear and struck the Swabian heavy infantry in the chest, and the Swabian heavy infantry's armor piece was smashed into a deep pit, and the body in the armor was smashed back and staggered.

"Don't want to die? One dares to rush forward. Bury turned his head and cursed at Hans on the ground, and continued to rush forward, smashing the iron helmets of the Swabian hoplites on the ground.

Hans looked left and right, and realized that his companion had just arrived.

"It's dangerous!" Hans was glad and hurriedly got up, otherwise his own people who rushed up behind him might trample him to death.

Hans and the Deadpool soldiers reached the Swabian hoplites, and the two sides began to tug back and forth in one step

Two hundred paces away, Art had already jumped out of the command car and stepped onto his warhorse, leaving only the recruits of the rear team except for a few direct teams.

The battle was deadlocked, and Schwabian actually stabilized his position under the onslaught of hundreds of cavalry, although he suffered heavy casualties, but there was no sign of a rupture.

The victory or defeat in the stalemate may be in an instant, and there is no longer a wait, Art immediately ordered, "Ron, leave the banner herald, you personally lead the guards, military law, and the rest of the task force to dismount and fight, and take a hundred recruits to immediately attack the right side of the enemy formation, break through the light infantry formation on the right, and attack the enemy's heavy infantry from the flank." ”

Ron and the others couldn't bear it anymore, so they immediately jumped off their horses, leading more than a hundred roaring soldiers to rush towards the Swabian army.

After Ron left, Art shouted a command to the soldiers who remained behind: "Sixteen chariots in the rear formation form a wedge formation, storm the enemy's left flank, and use the chariots to break their defenses!" ”

Moments later, sixteen wagons behind the chariot formation were driven around the battlefield towards the left flank of the Swabians, under the control of the drivers.

The chariot rushed into battle, which was really a helpless move. However, when sixteen four-wheeled carriages rushed into the left flank of the Swabian army with a deadly stance, the Swabian left flank was knocked down by the horse-drawn carriages, and several carriages that were not stopped by swords and spears even rushed into the depths of the enemy line, shattering the left flank of the Swabian army.

The Swabian army began to waver, and seeing that the balance of war was about to tip in favor of the Burgundian army, the herald suddenly pointed to the west and exclaimed.

Three wolf smoke rises.

"Oops! The Swabian heavy cavalry came to the rescue, we were fooled! "Art is not good.

"Quick, all the chariots immediately rushed up, and a hundred steps ahead of the battle to meet the retreat of our army!" Art knew that once the Swabian heavy cavalry returned to help, he would be defeated, and at this time he could only prepare for the worst, using chariots to meet the retreat of the army, and reduce the battle damage as much as possible, even if many soldiers who were stuck in a stalemate were doomed to not be able to retreat

Nearly 30 chariots slowly rushed towards the battlefield under the control of the soldiers (Note: It is necessary to maintain a stable formation and cannot speed up. ）

"Matthew, get ready to blow the trumpet! Command to withdraw from the battle! "Art, who was in the moving car formation, gave the order to blow the trumpet and withdraw the troops.

However, at the moment when Matthew and the two trumpeters picked up the horn and put it to the corner of their mouths, the Swabian army suddenly changed.

The Swabian army, thinking that thirty wagons were going to storm the formation, collapsed at the last moment.

At first a few light infantry in the rear turned and fled, and then a large crowd followed with a large group of men who lost their armor

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