Stomp Stampede... Stomp Stampede...

Faller led 38 javelin cavalry in a loose formation and galloped towards the enemy at maximum speed, holding a light javelin in his right hand ready to throw.

"Throw."

When he was about 60 meters away from the enemy, Faller ordered 39 light javelins to shoot at the enemy under the drive of horsepower and arm strength, and the dense cold light flickered, as if it was a meteor shower in the night sky.

Knock knock... Knock knock...

Unfortunately, the vigil warriors' vigilance and the round shield shield wall allowed them to dodge the volley, with only a few or four screaming sporadically. The salvo only halted the Vikings slightly, but in a matter of minutes, they regrouped and sped forward.

"Heh... Scold... Heh..."

Faller and the other hussars gasped slightly, and the horses under their seats were also a little out of breath, and there were not many light javelins left in the throwing pouches hanging from the saddle.

"No, it will not do anything with light javelins, it will only be a waste of physical strength, and they must be frightened of their losses, so that they can delay the enemy." Faller calmed his breath slightly, and muttered to himself.

Determined, Faller drew his heavy javelin from behind his back and ordered in a loud voice: "Brothers, for the sake of His Highness William, draw the heavy javelin and attack." ”

Nearly forty horsemen responded with a bang, drew their heavy javelins, and once again rode their horses to charge at the Vikings.

......

Turning their gaze to the Vikings, the Vikings were relaxed after easily withstanding the spear throws of the javelinmen, and some of the daring ones even struck their shields with their weapons and let out a screaming roar.

They boldly provoked the Javelinmen, looking at each other with disdain, and the oak shields they held in their hands were not as firmly clenched as before.

Sad... Sad... Whew...

"It's not good, the sound is not right, it's a heavy javelin." The first column of men with sharp ears heard that the sound of the gun was different from the previous one, and reminded in a loud voice.

This time the Vikings were not so lucky, the less tight shield walls, the large shields without a grip, and the wooden shields were completely unable to defend against the attacks of the heavy throwing guns.

These were the rethrowers that could pierce through plate and chain mail, and these thirty-nine heavy guns pierced through shields, chainsmail and burqas without hindrance, splashing blood in the Vikings.

The screams were incessant, and a dozen or so Viking soldiers in the front line were shot and fell to the ground, leaving a small gap in the line.

The leader of Barende reacted in time to stop the commotion of the troops, regrouped and formed a tight shield formation to defend in place.

Looking at the Viking warriors in their early 100s who were still in the ranks, the leader of Barend was dripping blood in his heart, clenching his fists with furious eyes, and looking at Faller and the others angrily.

"They actually carried heavy javelins, this is a big weapon worth a sword, look at them still have a few heavy javelins on their backs, as long as they throw heavy javelins a few more times to cripple our formation, and the heavy cavalry will charge again, and the team I worked so hard to pull out will be over." At this moment, Barend's heart had already woken up, and he was afraid to retreat in the face of the disadvantaged situation.

At this moment, the Barend leader and their Viking group were already in a dilemma, they were not far from the target hill camp and the ship, whether they returned in vain or attacked hard, they had no good results.

"Chief Barend, it's not good, the battleship by the river is on fire." A soldier in the rear of the Vikings noticed a huge fire rising from the place where the battleship was docked by the river, and shouted loudly.

"Wow," Barende heard the news, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out of his heart, and his body shook and fell backwards.

"Chief Barend, what's wrong with you. Our Dragonhead battleship was set on fire by the enemy, what should we do. Giselbert quickly grabbed Barend, who was about to fall to the ground.

Barende reluctantly stood up with the help of Giselbert, turned to Giselbert and said, "Giselbert, we are defeated, go and pack up your team and prepare to retreat." ”

"Defeated, we failed." When Giselbert heard the words of the Barende chieftain, he involuntarily became in a trance.

"Giselbert, go." The Barende leader punched him with a big fist.

"Ahh Yes, Chief Barent. Giselbert reacted, turned around and began to command the already chaotic team, and began to retreat.

But it is so easy to retreat, especially if the rear is attacked and there are pursuers to chase and intercept it, it is likely that the whole army will be annihilated.

William, on the hillside, had already spotted the sky-high fire on the bank of the Seine, keenly seized the fighter, and with a wave of his hand, ordered the trumpeter to blow the horn, and the cavalry of his partner began to charge.

Bang... Bang... Thundered...

To the accompaniment of the sound of trumpets and horses' hooves, a full hundred companion cavalry accelerated rapidly downhill in a tight and neat double formation, and William in the queue was tightly protected by his loyal companion cavalry, not allowing him to venture to the front of the line.

At this time, the Viking regiment, which was five hundred meters away from the cavalry of its partners, once again resounded with screams, and the heavy javelins with cold light splashed nearly twenty blood flowers again, and the screams were endless.

This time, the javelin cavalry led by Faller turned around and galloped again, throwing 39 heavy javelins at the Viking group, causing great damage to the pirates, directly disrupting the originally somewhat chaotic formation and gnawing a huge gap.

"Steady, steady, brothers, gather together to form a shield formation, and quickly regroup the formation." Giselbert, a member of the Viking ranks, lacked prestige as the deputy leader of the fleet to stop the confusion in formation, and only thirty of his direct warriors gathered at his command.

At this time, the leader of Barend, who was being supported by others, stood up, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Ahem, brave Viking warriors, take courage and do not panic, take your shields, and put them side by side, and believe in your brothers who are born and die. ”

At the critical moment, the great leader Barende was deeply anticipated, and the panicked Viking warriors gradually stopped the commotion when they heard his words, and they began to move closer to the leader Barend, holding large shields and axes in their hands, and guns mustered up courage to meet them.

It can be seen from here that Barend is a very capable and prestigious leader, but it is a pity that he met the protagonist William at the wrong time, whether it is offensive or defensive, he is always hung by William, and he is so slow to beat.

Thundered... Boom Boom...

Two hundred meters in front of the Vikings, hundreds of horses' hooves stomped heavily on the ground, like a thunderclap from God, which was deafening and moving, mercilessly shattering the courage of the Viking warriors, and the formation that had just been gathered together gradually showed signs of collapse.

Thundered...

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard behind the Viking group, and a tall giant led dozens of demons from hell to sprint behind the Viking warriors with the smoke and dust raised.

"The devil, the devil has appeared, and we are surrounded by the devils of hell." One of the warriors at the back of the Viking formation screamed as if crazy.