When Arthur saw this scene, he also gave the order to fight.

He ordered the right flank, consisting of archers and fifteen hundred ordinary soldiers, to press directly up.

The number of left wingers sent by the Duke of Vallar was not large, only two thousand.

He brought a total of more than 7,500 people with him to the battle this time, except for nearly 4,000 people who were separated from the two wings, and the Chinese army was his main force.

Basically, all the nobles under his command were gathered on the left wing, and on the right wing, they were mercenary.

Only the Chinese army was all Duke of Valar's own army, as well as the six hundred knights he directly served.

Arthur was different, the dragon prince's cavalry and knights were held by him as a hole card, in addition, the Red Dragon Guard and the archers formed the central army, and the left flank of Norwen, the difference in strength was not too big.

He sent fifteen hundred ordinary soldiers on the right flank forward, just to contain the left flank sent by the Duke of Valral, although this left flank composed of nobles could almost be described as a rabble, but after all, there were many of them.

Although the ordinary soldiers under Arthur were not as effective as the Red Dragon Guards, or even the half-recruited Denlenburg infantry, they were definitely superior to these unorganized, undisciplined, and even poorly equipped aristocratic armies.

After all, the small people of the Camelot Kingdom are poor, and the nobles are also slightly poorer, so it would be good to be able to sign some regular army soldiers, and it would be very face-saving for them not to bring serf conscripts to the battlefield.

The soldiers on the right flank also marched in formation towards the enemy, and Bedwell, on his horse, shouted loudly among the soldiers on the right flank.

"Stay in formation! Stay in formation! Don't mess up when the fight starts! Such a long time of training! It's all up to today's performance! ”

"As long as this battle is won, everyone will get the reward you deserve! Let's fight hard! ”

Since there was only one commander on the right flank, and the command was quite uniform, their array was also relatively intact, although it could not be compared with the advance of the Denglenburg infantry, but it was more than enough compared to the enemy.

The two forces approached, and the distance between them did not even exceed a hundred meters.

Bedwell jumped off his horse, and after a moment of fighting, he would join the soldiers.

At this distance, the soldiers on both sides could not help but increase their speed, and the soldiers on the left flank of the Duke of Vallar rushed towards the right flank led by Bedwell with strange screams.

"Hold down the speed! Hold down the speed! Not too fast! Stay in formation! Bedwell stressed desperately.

The current charge is just to be able to gain some impact after colliding together, and it is best to be able to knock the enemy down and give yourself an advantage.

But Bedwell knew that after the handover between the two sides, the real competition was the integrity of the array.

If you let the soldiers charge now, you will definitely suffer in the battle later, after all, they are not as numerous as the enemy.

The enemy, waving the weapons in his hands, shouted and rushed towards Bedwell's side.

The first two rows of Bedwell's soldiers also began to trot, but they still maintained the formation of their comrades beside them.

As for the troops behind, they only increased their speed and did not run.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer, and the soldiers in the front row of Bedwell's men could even clearly see the pores on the faces of the enemy, as well as their hideous faces.

Finally, the soldiers of the two sides collided together, and the soldiers on the Duke of Vallar's side rushed quickly, and the impact was far greater than that of Bedwell's soldiers.

They put their shields in front of them and knocked the first two rows of Bedwell's soldiers back several steps, and even some of them were knocked down.

If it weren't for the shields in their hands and the soldiers on the Duke of Vallar's side, placed in front of them, they might have been injured as a result.

However, casualties did occur, and the soldiers on the Duke of Vallar's side were very savage, and they did not care about maintaining their formation at all, and all of them rushed towards Bedwell's troops in a swarm.

It can be said that the soldiers in the first two rows are basically sacrificed, just to slow down the impact and speed of the enemy.

The shields of the two sides were close to each other, and they fought the enemy with their long swords and spears, and even many soldiers were lying on the ground and fighting with the enemy.

These soldiers in the front row were ready to sacrifice a long time ago.

Soon, the two platoons of soldiers placed at the front of the line by Bedwell had suffered heavy casualties, and they fought desperately against the enemy, trying to kill as many enemies as possible.

Mahler was an ordinary soldier under Arthur, he was a refugee from the Kingdom of Carmellot five years ago, and when his family was about to starve to death, it was Arthur and Merlin who took him in.

Let them live on the island, so that their sons and daughters can grow up safely.

As for him, he entered the army for training in order to restore the country in the future.

He knew early on that he was going to fight for the Restoration, and when he first entered the island, he was told about the island and the purpose of their existence.

So he has plenty of mental preparation, even if he dies on the battlefield, it is nothing.

So when he received the order to be assigned to the first two platoons to charge, he did not have any resistance, because he knew that it was his responsibility.

He did fall behind in the initial confrontation between the two sides, because Bedwell did not ask for a large number of kills and wounds to the enemy, but to slow down the enemy as much as possible.

Therefore, they have to form a relatively neat formation and hedge with the enemy, and the casualties are bound to be very large.

He was lucky not to be injured in the first round of impact, he trained hard, so when the enemy hit his shield with his shield, although his impact was not as strong as the enemy's, he still only took two or three steps back before stopping.

The enemy he faced was strong, but he was not afraid, because he had been trained for five years and had a lot of experience.

After he stabilized his body, he immediately stabbed the long sword in his hand forward, directly penetrating the throat of this enemy, looking at his weak and unwilling eyes, he drew his long sword expressionlessly, ready to face the next enemy.

At that moment, one of the enemies threw his shield forward and threw it directly at Mahler's head, stunning him for a while.

By the time he reacted, he had been pinned to the ground, and a tall, mortal foe was sitting on top of him.

The enemy was holding a long sword and trying to stab him in the throat.

Shocked, he quickly grabbed the sword that was still on the ground and slashed his throat before he stabbed into his body.

Looking at his hideous face, which had not yet reacted, Mahler breathed a sigh of relief and stood up vigilantly from the ground.

Just as he was fighting the next enemy, a sharp sword suddenly slashed through his neck, blood spurted frantically from his main artery, and he couldn't care about fighting the enemy anymore, clutching his neck desperately trying to save his lost vitality.