With Yang Zaixing's urging, the actions of the Dingguo Army became more unified, although there were still many Germanic remnants in the southern camp, but a large number of soldiers of the Dingguo Army ignored this, and directly attacked the Chinese army camp, at the intersection to the Zhongju camp, and finally met with the desperate resistance of the Scotto's department, and the commander of the thousand commanders, Mitael, based on two rows of shield soldiers, sealed the intersection to death. When the soldiers of the Dingguo Army hit the intersection, their speed slowed down. The two sides quickly fought each other, and a large number of Germanic infantry held their shields and steel knives poked out of the gaps. Because it was a sneak attack, the kind of heavy shield that slowed down the march was obviously impossible to carry, and now in the face of the Germanic infantry formation, the Dingguo army, which lacked a shield, suffered a big loss as soon as it came up. Lack of protection, it is bound to pay a heavy price, the previous offensive is like a bamboo, but at this time it is difficult to move an inch, every soldier of the Dingguo Army knows that this is an attack with no way out, once the attack is blocked, let the Germans launch a counterattack, it will be dangerous. Although a bridge was built on the top of Nushui Mountain, it was impossible to allow a large number of soldiers to pass through in a short period of time, and this so-called back road was not safe. Poof, a soldier of the Dingguo Army crashed into the shield of the Germans, the burly body, coupled with the fierce impact force, made the shield press down violently, but unfortunately, the steel knives of the Germans were not polite, two steel knives skimmed from the side, and the soldier of the Dingguo Army snorted and fell in the flow of people.

In order to break through this line of defense and rush into the camp of the Chinese army, the soldiers of the Dingguo Army were like crazy, they used their bodies to hit the shields, and some of them were bloodied from their shoulders. The soldiers of the church were not battle-hardened Germanic troops, and they were gradually frightened by the crazy fighting style of the Dingguo army, and Miitel saw it in his eyes, anxious in his heart, and the formation retreated little by little, he held his broadsword and roared loudly, "Didn't you prepare fire oil before, throw it on the opposite side, and burn these Eastern heretics." ”

In order to rush to the aid of Festaq City, the church made full preparations, including a lot of fire oil, but unfortunately Festak fell too quickly, and the prepared fire oil was no longer useful. At this time, Miotel was also forced to have no choice, so he came up with the use of fire oil, using fire oil in this kind of place, if you don't do it well, it will burn your own people, the two sides have been fighting together, once they come into contact with the oil oil, they can't withdraw if they want to. But in order to keep the army from collapsing, we can only try, after Miitel shouted, the people around him showed puzzled eyes, "Lord Mitael, don't do this, once you use the oil oil, it is likely to affect our own people." ”

"Listen to my orders, don't you see, how fierce the Orientals are offensive, if you don't think of a way, sooner or later let them rush into the Chinese army camp, and then all of us will have to die. If you have any other way, say now, if not, immediately carry out the military order" Mitael did not know the risks, but at this moment, where could he care so much? The others also looked helpless, everyone I look at you, you look at me, and I can't think of a better idea, in the end, I can only agree to Miultel's plan. A large number of canisters of fire oil were thrown at the opposite side, and a moment later, a large fire was ignited in the crowd. Morin Orthodox led dozens of soldiers under his command to impact the formation of the Germans, he could clearly feel that these church soldiers were almost unable to withstand it, and there was still a big gap between the church soldiers and the elite soldiers of the Holy Cross Knights, and they were about to make progress, when suddenly there was a terrible howl behind him, and the fire oil burned in pieces, and countless soldiers of the Dingguo Army were covered in flames without defense. The cold wind was raging, the fire was more intense, the smell of blood and burning, and the light of the fire illuminated the night as if it were day. Mo Lin couldn't help but tremble in his heart, his eyes were bloodshot, "These Germanic people, actually use fire oil in this situation, these so-called church people, all of them are human-faced beasts. ”

This kind of thing is full of lethality, and it is also full of a lot of unpredictability, even when defending the city, it must be used carefully, let alone when the two sides face each other head-on. Even though the Germans had tried their best to be careful and try their best to throw the fire oil into the distance, the unpredictable cold wind still swept the fire, and many soldiers of the Dingguo Army were burned by the flames, screaming and crawling and running, and many of them also rushed into the Germanic army. Most of the Germanic people used wooden shields, which were ignited a lot when they caught fire. A Germanic soldier gritted his teeth and held his shield, his right broadsword ready to stab the enemy to death, when suddenly his eyes were blazing red, and his ears were filled with inhuman screams. It was a man, a man covered in flames, who pounced like crazy, and the burning man grabbed the shield, and in an instant it became one, and the shield was ignited, and the Germanic soldier was so frightened that he quickly let go of his hand.

It is a very cruel thing to be burned alive by fire, and no one thought that the people above would come up with such a method. It was chaotic, it was all chaotic, and the trick of Miotel did work, but it was short-lived, he underestimated the impact of the oil, and a large number of soldiers of the Dingguo Army rushed into the Germanic formation like a fireball, and for a time the battlefield was full of screams and angry curses. Yang Zaixing's eyes were about to split, his arms were swollen, and he watched his sons and daughters being engulfed by the fire one by one, the heartache could not be described in words, but fortunately, these were all elite soldiers, and they were not frightened by the scene in front of them. With the neighing of a war horse, Yang Zaixing raised his spear and slaughtered it fiercely, and the remaining 2,000 soldiers also launched a decisive charge with Yang Zaixing against the Germanic front. The hellish sea of fire not only hit the morale of the Ding army, but also made the hearts of the Germanic soldiers tortured by conscience, they did not understand, would the merciful God allow such evil deeds, or on the battlefield, he didn't care how despicable the means were?

With Yang Zaixing leading the troops to charge, Miotel finally couldn't bear it, and a large number of Germanic soldiers began to retreat to the Chinese army camp, so that the entire Zhongju camp completely fell into a passive situation of being flanked from both sides. Yelusha has led the army for many years, how could he let go of such a good opportunity, the cavalry finally showed its ferocity, especially the cavalry of the Ruifeng battalion took the lead in launching a counterattack, the Germanic soldiers were in turmoil, and when they retreated, they were bitten by a large number of ancient town cavalry, and the chaos slowly extended, which directly led to the Zhongju battalion becoming full of loopholes. Turrick kept roaring, and in order to stabilize the situation, he even killed two commanders with his own hands, but unfortunately, in the face of the overall situation, all efforts seemed so futile.

"Bang" Turrick's eyelids jumped, and he followed the sound to see a Germanic cavalryman lying in a pool of blood, his horse pressed against him, and all of them were silent. The battle continued, but the Germanic Erlang looked disorganized, Turrick knew that in the battle tonight, the church corps was finished, there were elite cavalry of the Orientals in front, and there was a sneak attack from the other side behind, and there was only one Chinese army camp left, and it was difficult to organize a decent counterattack, "Inform everyone, retreat in the direction of Yumsburg in the northwest, this is our only chance." ”

Turik's words were full of helplessness and lack of confidence, and he didn't know how many people would be able to escape in the end, but Yumsburg was the only hope, retreating to Hohenzollern, such a long distance, it was estimated that everyone would have to die under the sword of the Eastern cavalry. Yumsburg, is the last hope. After the order to retreat was issued, the Church Corps launched the largest retreat operation at the top of the Angry Water Mountain, and it was not easy for Turrick to decide to withdraw his troops on the spot. A large number of church soldiers were self-organized to break through the siege, which also created a situation of fighting on their own, and the situation was very chaotic. As long as he can survive, who can take care of other things, no one takes the initiative to stay behind the palace, and he does not deliberately organize the convergence of the north and south of the Dingguo army, which is doomed to the tragedy of the church corps.

Including the cavalry of the Ruifeng battalion, the cavalry of the ancient town, are the old fritters trained on the battlefield, the Chinese army camp is in chaos, the Germans began to break through, they did not bent on blocking, but intentionally or unintentionally gave way to a way, there is a way to live, the Germans did not have time to think more about breaking out along the road, when they broke out of the encirclement, the ancient town cavalry began to chase and kill. From the top of the Angry Water Mountain to Yumsburg, it became a passage of death.

The battle lasted for nearly ten hours, and it was not until the end of the next day and the beginning of the day that it was over. Yerusha had always been worried, and when he saw that Yang Zaixing was safe and sound, he finally showed a little smile, "Shao Lie, this battle is really dangerous, if the Germans can hold on and don't transfer a large number of troops from the south, then we will be unlucky." Speaking of this battle, I still sigh, this battle was too difficult, the church corps was so defeated, Turrick had to bear a lot of responsibility, if it was Byser or Sugers, they would definitely not easily mobilize troops and horses from the south to gallop to the north, Turrick, as a legion commander, was still too immature.

Turrick survived, but Miitel was not so lucky, and on his way to Yumsburg, he was chased by several ancient town cavalrymen and stabbed to death on horseback. 20,000 church corps, after one night, the remaining strength of the fighting force is less than 5,000 people, it can be said that the church corps that Gregory worked so hard to build has existed in name only, after a fiasco, the church soldiers are almost frightened, and how much combat effectiveness can be exerted in a real fight has become a big question mark.

The battle on the top of Nushui Mountain not only defeated the church corps, but most importantly, completely removed the threat of Festark, and since then, Zhao Yougong's army has gained a firm foothold in Festark. In Yumsburg, however, it was gloomy and bleak, and over the heads of every Germanic man, it seemed that a mountain was pressed against it, and it was breathless. What the Easterners want is not Festaq, but the entire Saxon Kingdom, and now that the entrance to the kingdom has been opened, the Easterners will not be silent for long and will soon launch an attack on Yumsburg. Previously, most people had some confidence in the defense of Yumsburg, but with the defeat of the Church Corps, these beliefs became extremely fragile.

In Festaq City, Zhao Yougong walked slowly on the ancient bluestone road, with rotten grass clippings piled up in the corners of the walls, and mottled dirt everywhere. After the war, Festak was dirty and messy, but the scene in front of him did not affect Zhao Yougong's mood, the church corps was defeated, and Festaq was as stable as Mount Tai, and he could attack Yumsburg at any time, and it was difficult to be unhappy. Xiao Zhiyun stayed by her side inch by her side, looking at the somewhat yellowish sun, she blinked her eyes gently, "I don't know what Lothair will think, if I know the situation near Festark, will I be angry?" The people of Yumsburg are not afraid. ”

"No one knows if we will be angry to death, anyway, we are bound to win the Kingdom of Saxony, and no one can stop us" has come to this point, there is no turning back, and Zhao Yougong has never been the kind of person who is timid and afraid. Whether it is ruthless or brutal, he never cares what others say, as long as he can win, everything that is bad will become good.

Unlike Zhao Yougong's good mood, Lothair in Pske City looked extremely decadent, and when Festaq fell, Lothair realized how ridiculous he was. I was always thinking about mobilizing reinforcements, about Kiporos, about the whole Istrian heights, but when the city of Festaq fell, it all became a joke. No matter how good the Istrian Highlands are, they are not the kingdom of Saxony, Saxony is its own roots. The Kingdom of Saxony is not like the powerful Eastern Empire, Kipros is just a part of the Eastern Empire, and the worst thing they can do is to give up Kipros, in short, they can't hurt their vitality, but what about him Lothair, there is no Saxon Kingdom at all, what else does he have? The Kingdom of Saxony cannot be compared with the Eastern Empire, and it only takes one chaos to become weak, and the most ridiculous thing is that the dignified Saxons can only stare at the situation in Saxony. Now, Lothair has to admit how stupid he is, and how clever he is that he thinks he is, and that he ends up harming others and himself. Oriental people can give up the city of Kiev if they want, that is because the family is thick enough, but Saxony, without these capitals, can't stand the toss.

What to do? Looking at the countless faces in the hall, Lothair looked at him pleading for the first time, "Everyone, what can I do?" If Saxony falls, it will be a fatal blow to the imperial soldiers, and countless Germanic kingdoms, including Hohenzollern and the Kingdom of Lorraine, will become fat in the hands of the Easterners. Whatever you do, you must keep Saxony. ”

As long as you are not a fool, you know the importance of the Kingdom of Saxony, but no one can change the situation in front of them, Bysel and Suggs and Jorkoren and the others all shook their heads with pale faces, and some even glanced away. They couldn't bear to look at Lothair's desperate eyes, the fall of Festak was a disgrace to every German, and once Saxony fell, it would be the beginning of the empire's decline. However, rushing to aid Saxony is tantamount to wishful thinking, if you want to rush to help Saxony, Festac City is the only way to go, will the Orientals give it a chance? The hall became silent and terrifying, and after a long time, Bysel said unbearably, "Your Majesty, with all due respect, Festaq is guarding the throat of Saxony, and the Orientals are bound to send heavy troops to guard it, and with our current strength, if we want to storm Festak, the hope is almost zero." Of course, if the various departments of the empire can do their best to cooperate with us in attacking the Orientals, there may be some hope, but.... Now that the principalities within the empire are not having a good time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to organize many troops to stop the Orientals. If there was any other way, it was left to march east into the city of Kyiv and attack Vladimir. Now that the Danes are sharpening their knives and are preparing to invade Kiporos on a large scale, if we can take Vladimir and even the entire Suzdal River early, and cooperate with the Danes, we may not be able to deal a heavy blow to the Easterners. As long as the Orientals can't let go of the interests of Vladimir and even Kipros, they will inevitably find a way to return to Kipros, which may solve the danger of Saxony. ”

Bysir's words, even he didn't have much confidence, but the Easterners had laid out a steel defense line on the Suzdal River, and the soldiers and horses stationed in Yanmar and Komi were also close to Vladimir City, so how easy was it to break through the defense line of the Suzdal River and occupy Vladimir City? One point, even more frustrating, with the fall of Festaq, the morale of the army can be said to have plummeted, falling to the bottom, many Saxon soldiers have begun to retreat, they are bent on returning to their hometowns to protect their families, this situation forced them to attack the Suzdal River defense line, how much combat can they use. Sugus usually doesn't deal with Bysel, and often sneers at Bysil, but this time, he still nodded heavily, "Your Majesty, what Lord Bysel said, may be a good way, with our strength, going to fight Festak City is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg." The Danes are our last bargaining chip, and please think twice about your majesty. ”

Suggs also has his own selfish intentions, and no one could have imagined that the war in Istria would have developed to such a point. The base camp of Kiev relied on the three cities of Psk and one city of Kiev to crucify the Germanic army on the Istrian heights, while the army of the Easterners broke into the territory of the Holy Empire. Regardless of the outcome of the war in Istria, the fall of the Kingdom of Saxony is inevitable, and in this case, who is willing to sacrifice their own interests, kick the Saxons out of the way, and fight to the death with the Eastern army? Sugus felt that he had not retreated at the moment, and that he was already worthy of the Saxons led by Lothair. Or many of the lords of Erle, who will do their best, but surely they will not let the eastern nobles fall into a greater quagmire of war.

The words of Sugus and Bysel represent the thoughts of many Germanic nobles, and the corners of Lothair's mouth are full of bitterness. Once it is in their own vital interests, no one wants to give too much. The Holy Roman Empire, after all, was not a truly unified empire, and the major kingdoms were intriguing for their own interests, which was far less cohesive than the Eastern Empire. At this moment, Lothair regretted a little, if he had been ruthless and united with the Danube nobles to weaken the eastern nobles, maybe the Holy Empire would have been in a different situation. Lothair didn't have much choice, he could only choose to march into the city of Kiev and find a way to take the city of Vladimir, and the final result could only be left to fate.

Every step of Lothair was so difficult, but Zhao Yougong didn't have so much trouble, after defeating the church corps, after only five days of rest, the 60,000-strong army left Festaq City and began to march towards Yumsburg. Yang Zaixing and Yelusha led the cavalry as the vanguard, divided into two directions, north and south, and marched together. In order to rush to the aid of the Istrian Heights, the Principality of Saxony was almost exhausted, how could it still cope with the attack of the Dingguo army, three days later, 60,000 troops converged on the periphery of Yumsburg, and for a time the four sides were shocked.

Surrounded by an army of 60,000, the city of Yumsburg looked crumbling and seemed to collapse at any moment. Turrick looked at the army outside the city with a pale face, his expression frightened, his hands tightly gripping the battlements, but he still couldn't stop his trembling heart. The Eastern army is coming so fast, how many days can Yumsburg hold out?