Prince Kirunde looked at the soldiers around him in a panic, which Norwed warriors who were still brave and unusually brave turned out to be like cowardly groundhogs with their heads in their arms.

The people of Norweed pushed each other, they tried hard to push away their comrades who were blocking their eyes, and even they did not hesitate to use the tomahawks in their hands to swing at the comrades who had fought side by side, just to find a way out.

The rout was inevitable, and no Norweed warrior would obey Prince Kirunde's orders, and no matter how restrained the officers were, they could not resist the rout.

At this time, the knights rushed left and right in the scattered ranks of the Norwids, and the long swords in their hands kept waving, setting off a bloody storm.

The jihadist army in the encirclement was also desperately attacking the defeated Vanovids, and they kept swinging their weapons at the enemy, as if to vent the anger that had been stored in their hearts during this time.

The only ones who can keep their composure now are the hundreds of guards around Prince Kirunde, but what role can these hundreds of guards play?

As the saying goes, the defeat is like a mountain, and no one can calm down the Norwid soldiers who are being defeated, and the entire encirclement has long been out of shape.

There was a large-scale stampede among the Norwidians, and while pushing and shoving, the fallen Norwedians grabbed the trouser legs of the others and tried to stand up, but those people were also being pushed by the others, and they also fell to the ground one after another, and in this way, the stampede inevitably happened.

By now, the Norweeds who had died at the hands of the Jihadist were in the minority, and most of them had died under the weapons of their comrades, or had been trampled to death.

General Brinville stood on the high platform and watched the battle below in surprise, and he saw the defeated Norvids clearly.

"Holy Father, in the end, it was these saintly brothers who saved our lives!"

"All the Holy Army! Launch an all-out assault on your enemies! Defeat them! Chase them! Kill them all! ”

General Brinville shouted loudly, and the generals around her also ran off the high platform, mounted the war horses below, and began to gallop to the front line of the battle to convey General Brinville's orders.

The joy of the aftermath of the catastrophe filled the hearts of every jihadist, and Sir Trede and his two comrades wept with joy, hugging each other and jumping up to celebrate this incredible victory.

In this way, every jihadist army is desperately killing and wounding the enemy, and the Norvids have no intention of resisting, they do not dare to face the jihadist soldiers they looked down on and are pressed and beaten by them.

After a second charge, and after losing more than a hundred knights again, they returned to William's side to assemble.

They are no longer the protagonists of this war, they have already exuded a huge light, and they have ended perfectly, and the next thing is the performance of other troops.

The Denlenburg army continued to advance, and after William's order was given, they formed a melee-fighting trio in small groups, that is, a sword and shield soldier covering two pikemen, a team of three such weaves, and then three formations clustered around the officer.

After all, they have to run and pursue, and they can't maintain a massively woven formation with such speed, so they have to spread out the battle.

"Your Royal Highness! Let's retreat! The battle has been lost! If we don't go, we won't be able to go! ”

An older servant persuaded Prince Kirunde at his side, and he understood how uncomfortable Prince Kirunde was at this time.

was full of confidence, and even was close to success, but only that step away, but was defeated by the enemy from behind, resulting in a full loss.

Everyone will have this kind of unwillingness, but in comparison, life is still the most important.

"I'm not leaving! I want to win! I want victory! Gather your troops! Prepare to attack!! ”

Prince Kirander did not listen to him at all, and as if he had gone insane, his face flushed, and he raised his broad-bladed sword in his hand and shouted loudly and hoarsely.

"Hurry up, Your Highness, if you don't leave, it's too late! It doesn't matter if you fail this battle! But you are the hope of the whole Neuvede! ”

The other old servant lay on the ground, and the tone of his voice changed, and he said in a heart-rending voice.

At this time, Prince Kirunde seemed to come to his senses, and the broad-bladed sword he held high in his hand slowly lowered and fell to the ground.

He looked at the guards around him, and saw that they were looking at him with hope and fervent adoration, and there seemed to be water flowing in his eyes, but out of dignity, he blinked, and never let the tears flow.

At this end of the road, he is the backbone of everyone, and he must not let anyone see his weak side.

He looked around at the guards who adored him, then at the few attendants beside him, and said in a feeble, trembling voice, "Retreat!" ”

After saying these two words, half of the strength in his body seemed to be drained, and he was paralyzed on the horse's back, and his eyes looked blankly at the ground with thick snow.

His heart was full of thoughts, this was a battle that represented the fortunes of the Norwid people, and it was also a battle about his status, but this battle was lost, there was nothing, and the Norwid kingdom was about to fall apart.

And his status as the crown prince and crown prince will also end, even if he doesn't lose it, what can he do? Once the kingdom of Norwid ceased to exist, then he would have no meaning as the crown prince.

The others were in no mood and didn't have time to care about the crown prince's mood at this time, after all, life was still the most important, and these hundreds of elite Norweed guards guarded Prince Kirunde, and began to quickly evacuate in the wave of Norwedian rout.

On this dark and windy night, no one noticed the small army that was still maintaining order in the midst of the chaotic torrent, so they left the place without incident.

Prince Kirunde glanced back at the battlefield behind him, which was still full of people and the sound of fighting was shaking, and then said expressionlessly and a little weakly: "Let's go!" ”

That's it, this battlefield they got out of.

The Knights returned to William's side out of breath and began to dismount and rest.

At this time, the light cavalry led by Hurim also returned to William's side to assemble, which was an order conveyed by William.

Although he couldn't see the flag clearly at night, and the trumpet was inaudible because of the noisy battlefield, William always had some heralds, and it was these people who kept William in control of the battlefield.

The 1,000 light cavalry lost more than 300 in the battle just now, after all, they did not have the same heavy armor as the knights, so the casualty rate was still relatively high.

William looked at the light cavalry, and then said to Hurim: "After the enemy has fled a little later, you will go in pursuit, try to kill and wound the enemy, but after forty kilometers of pursuit, come back immediately!" Do you understand? ”

"Okay, now you guys take a rest and go after the enemy in a moment!"