It's okay if it's just like that, although the French have the courage to start attacking, but their attack is only to injure the minotaur, as long as Joan of Arc's skill effect disappears, it is the time for the minotaur to fight back.

Originally, this was true, but after this, Randy's Norman crossbowmen moved to the left flank, and in the previous battle of the Nameless Highlands, this group of crossbowmen suffered minor casualties, but not serious, and was still able to organize a salvo with great effect.

"Attack their heads! In groups of ten, aim and shoot! The crossbowmen commanders shouted with their soldiers, drew their bows and wound them at the minotaurs and fired desperately.

The situation on the left flank was stabilized in an instant, and even after seeing the almost nemesis-like class of the crossbow again, the minotaur began to become fearful, and the French soldiers on the left flank even began to gradually gain the upper hand.

"Damn! You idiots, keep attacking. Seeing that his people had stopped charging, the Minotaur even began to retreat, and in a fit of rage, he cut down a minotaur who had fled to his side.

"Let's do it again, then!" Having made up their minds, the Minotaur and his guards began to charge the crossbowmen array again.

At this point, a new change appeared, and the Eastern Roman lancers, together with two regular Eastern Roman legions, also joined the battle against the Franks after eliminating the last part of the Hungarian rangers.

"Send another 3,000 people to help those wastes!" Although he said that he would not send more reinforcements, it was only lip service, and seeing that the Eastern Romans had increased their forces again, Randy sent 3,000 super-pikemen from the Scottish Highlands.

You don't need their help, just don't mess with it.

Randy was silent, feeling that something was wrong, and raised his head and reached out to feel a drop of water fall onto his palm.

"It's raining?"

On the left flank, Joan of Arc showed no mercy in the face of these man-eating monsters, and the long sword in her hand stabbed continuously, killing twenty-three Minotaurs, and Philip II behind her was getting worse and worse.

"It's this woman again...... Damn it! Why is it always this woman? ”

Philip II's eyes were fixed on a powerful crossbow that had been dropped on the ground by an unknown crossbowman.

Joan of Arc was in the limelight on the frontal battlefield, killing a large number of Minotaur warriors in a row with a human body, such a record was also seen by the leader of the other party, and the minotaur monster looked at the human soldiers around him, and somewhat understood that these fragile humans dared to resist, most likely inspired by this little girl.

"Kill her!"

Minotaur grinned, picked up his battle axe and rushed in Joan of Arc's direction.

Philip II motioned to one of his henchmen, all of whom came from the same noble families as him, and Philip II was not afraid of them betraying him.

"Your Majesty?" The guard took a deep breath and remounted his horse to ask Philip II.

"Nope! I'm here in person. Philip II shook his head and took the crossbow from the trembling hands of the guards.

"Strange, very strange, as a knight, a nobleman, a royal family, a king, for such a filthy thing as a crossbow, obviously I have never used it, but why does it feel so good? It's like it's designed for people like me. ”

Philip II grinned a little nervously, generating such thoughts.

Eighty meters in front of Philip II, Joan of Arc was fighting to the death with the Minotaur.

Joan of Arc didn't expect this Minotaur to be much stronger than their subordinates, whether it was strength, speed, moves, it was a super-first-class level, coupled with the advantage of size, Joan of Arc didn't check for a while, and almost suffered a big loss, although it flashed the vital point, but the right ankle was still rubbed by the opponent's tomahawk.

With such a slight coincidence, Joan of Arc was still wearing chainmail boots, but he still felt that his right foot was in great pain as if it had been broken, and the advantage of speed and agility was instantly gone, and he had to compete with this monster as a last resort.

At this time, whether it was Joan of Arc or Minotaur, both sides were surrounded by a group of soldiers.

Both the French and the Minotaur formed a circle, temporarily ceased fighting, and shouted loudly to cheer for their warriors, just like the champion swordsman of the feudal knights of Europe a few years ago.

After a few rounds, Joan of Arc has fallen into disadvantage, after all, this is a competition with monsters, even a talented human warrior like Joan of Arc, after several consecutive confrontations with it, still feel a little unbearable, fortunately, the white flash sword in his hand is a rare magic weapon, otherwise if it is replaced by an ordinary steel sword, this will not know how many times it has been broken.

At this moment, Philip II remounted his horse with the crossbow machine, aimed at the Minotaur, who was fighting, and pulled the trigger.

But alas, the crossbow shot missed......

After dodging the Minotaur's attacks again and again, Joan of Arc was ready to fight back with all his might, but suddenly noticed that the wind behind him was not in the right direction, and was about to avoid the attack of the minotaur in front of him, when the attack from the rear came as promised, as if both sides had calculated the front and back attacks, so Joan of Arc had to block the opponent's attack again, trying to control his body in the hope of avoiding the vital point.

Ultimately! The bolt hit Joan of Arc in the back anyway.

The pupils of Joan of Arc's eyes contracted violently, and her body shook and she barely managed to stand.

"Huh?"

Although he didn't know what was going on with the tricky enemy on the other side, it was certain that this was an opportunity, and Minotaur squinted his eyes and swept with a backhand blow, and the double-edged giant axe swung at Joan of Arc again, directly trying to cut Joan of Arc in half.

"Lady Joan of Arc?"

Seeing this, the soldiers on both sides shouted, but the Minotaur side was extremely excited, and the French were extremely frightened.

Joan of Arc felt a sharp pain in his back as if it was on fire, and at the same time it became extremely difficult to breathe, and he barely raised the sword rungs in his hand, and was knocked out by the strange force of the Minotaur.

"Roar!!"

The Minotaur roared, the minotaurs roared as wildly, and the thousands of Eastern Roman lancers, Eastern Roman hoplites, and all the soldiers of the Eastern Roman Empire roared excitedly.

"Attack! Offensive! Kill them! They shouted and rushed at the French with excitement, intending to kill them all.

"Lady Joan of Arc!"

The morale of the French people collapsed instantly, and seeing the defeat of Joan of Arc, who was like the god of war in their hearts, the French wailed and dropped their weapons and fled in all directions, but fortunately they did not forget Joan of Arc, and tried their best to snatch Joan of Arc, whose life and death were unknown, and then began to flee.

The collapse of the French army!

"How so?"

Before Philip II had time to rejoice, his army collapsed in an instant, the French king asked the reason like a dream, in fact, he also knew the reason, but he just didn't want to believe it, from the beginning, he denied the fact that Joan of Arc became the commander of the French army, but anyway, the French army collapsed, along with the Swiss mercenaries who were still fighting hard, the Norman reinforcements, also collapsed.

"It's over! Finished! ”

Philip II fled at the first time, but Duke Charles did not seem to want to escape, so he muttered and drew his sword, as if he had wiped his neck.

"Duke, stop!"

Duke Charles suddenly felt that his longsword was being hindered, and when he opened his eyes, he found that it was Edward, Duke of Aquitaine, who grabbed his longsword with his hand, and although the Duke of Aquitaine used a very skillful technique, he still almost cut off his finger because of it.

"Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, and only if you have your life to live can you take revenge."

Ignoring the shocking wound on his hand, Edward shouted at Charlie, leaned over and whispered, "We have lost very strangely this time, don't let the villain be complacent." ”

"Villain? What villain? Duke Charles chuckled in his heart, he wanted to ask but knew that this was not the place to talk, so he also gave up the idea of suicide, nodded and left his horse to leave.

"Good! We ......" Edward breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave.

But only half of the words were spoken, only to hear a click, Duke Charles turned his head to look, and was immediately frightened, Edward did not know where to come out of the minotaur directly pinched his head.

The minotaur saw him as well, and turned to the pale-faced Duke Charles and smiled, revealing the scorched teeth of the flesh of unknown creatures.

"Damn it!"

Duke Charles had no intention of resisting at all, and immediately urged his horse to flee, and the minotaur chased after him two steps, but when he did not catch up, he could not help shaking his head, and turned his interest to the other Frenchmen.

Twenty or thirty thousand Frenchmen!

Twenty or thirty thousand Swiss and Normans!

Tens of thousands of people fled in all directions, like poor sheep-like prey, and they could catch a whole bunch of them at any time.

Why do you have to be serious with that guy?

Randy looked at the completely collapsed left wing, turned to look at the pale Bishop Peter and the others, and sighed.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, should we retreat for the time being? Those heretics, and those monsters are coming. ”

The hypocritical cardinal trembled and suggested that he had already seen the terror of the minotaur once in the decisive battle with the other party in Italy, and this was the second time, and the two fiascos had made this guy fear of these minotaurs, even more than the fear of demons and Satan, and seeing that the defeat of the left wing was like a mountain, which made the zombies of the Norman army in front of him tremble, and there was a great wavering, Bishop Hilde hurriedly said.

"Retreat?" Randy snorted, turned and ran briskly down the stairs from the watchtower and got on his horse, while Heald and the others followed him.

"Alright, let's go to the camp first, then you have enough fortifications to withstand the attack." Riding on his horse, Ciel's Bishop of the Book Machine breathed a sigh of relief and suggested.

Randy snorted, "Send two people to send the Cardinal back, and the others will come with me." ”

"What? Your Majesty! Do you want to go to war at such a time? We're already going to ......"

"Don't say that word in front of me!" Randy directly interrupted the cardinal's words, looked at the cardinal with bloodshot eyes, and told the other party to obediently shut up.

Randy led his knightly guards to the far left flank of the battlefield.

Along the way, Randy kept shouting, "I'm the Norman King, Coalition Coach Randy von Hoffmann, I'm here." ”

His knights of the guard likewise shouted: "His Majesty the King of Norman is here." ”

With such shouts, a large number of soldiers were preparing to flee, or the soldiers who were struggling seemed to have found the backbone and approached Randy little by little.

"We can still fight, and we will continue to fight, and from now on no one below me, whether nobles or commoners, can take a step back, unless I die, or the enemy retreats."

Randy shouted and drew his command knife, "Normans, forward." ”

At this moment, a red lightning bolt in the sky pierced the dark clouds in the sky, illuminating Randy's pale face, and a thunderous explosion rang out, directly overshadowing all the noisy sounds on the battlefield.

"The rain is finally falling."

The entire battlefield ......

One is because it's close to night.

One is dark and unusually chaotic because of dark clouds and thunderstorms.

Allied militarism had completely collapsed, and they fled in disarray, frightened by the Eastern Roman army.

The backbone, the striker Norman warriors fought bravely!

In the rear, Randy risked his life to go into battle, desperately gathering reserve troops and stragglers, hoping to counterattack back from the rear, or at least open another line of defense to ensure that the main line was not lost.

On the right flank, nearly 3,000 heavy cavalry led by Alpha have lost more than 1/3 of the battle so far, and now the battlefield is chaotic, and the royal knights and heavy cavalry have not even found that their side has fallen into decline.

"All the troops! Kill them all! ”

In the heavy rain, Basil II could only see a vague approximation, but under such a huge movement on the left flank, he could still distinguish it, and seeing the collapse of Lancey's army, Basil II raised his head and laughed, letting the drifting rain fall on his face.

All the depression, all the anxiety, all the hardships since the day of the decisive battle since the fifteenth day ago have been swept away.

The Eastern Roman army launched a general attack order, and the more than 140,000 Eastern Roman troops, Greeks, barbarians, and even monsters from all over the Eastern Roman Empire let out a roar that looked half ecstatic and half furious, and then rushed towards the Norman army.

"Stop them! Dense formation, longbowmen cover the attack! Randy concentrated on the first line, commanding less than 20,000 stragglers on the left flank, resisting the enemy's nearly 50,000 troops in turn, and in the thunder and lightning, Randy felt that the enemy was like the waves of the sea blowing a storm, extremely turbulent and life-threatening.

However, just a moment after Randy gave the order, the turbulence on the front line intensified, and Randy gradually became like a levee as a defensive line, with many gaps, although Randy tried his best to send reserves to fill them, but the gaps became more and more, and gradually there was a tendency to burst the levee.

"Bow and arrow cover? What about bow and arrow cover? Why hasn't it come yet? ”

Randy roared loudly, and a moment later, Robin Hood, dressed in camouflage and tattered by the heavy rain, stumbled over, shouting with a cry in his voice, "Your Majesty, we have run out of ammunition, and there is not a single arrow left." ”

Robin Hood fell to his knees in front of Randy and began to cry.

Randy was furious, turned over and dismounted, kicked over, kicked Robin Hood over, grabbed him and shouted: "Then draw your sword and fight, I paid you to equip you with weapons just for this time, if you cry again, I will kill you first." ”

After shouting this, Randy threw Robin Hood to the ground, turned around without looking back, walked through the ground like a pool of mud that had been drenched in heavy rain, and turned on his horse.

"Yes! Your Majesty. ”

Robin Hood immediately got up, punched his fist in Randy's direction, and ran to his longbow unit.

"Draw your sword, longbowmen! We don't need bows and arrows to kill. Robin Hood shouted as he ran.

The knights on the right flank finally understood that most of their troops had already had an accident, and they were a little uneasy.

"Are you going to be defeated?" Death Knight Captain Alpha's heart was cold, and his hand moved slowly, and he was hit in the shoulder by an ironclad paladon mace on the opposite side.

"Sure!" With a bang, Alpha's left shoulder was in severe pain, his entire arm was numb, and the shield in his left hand fell directly to the ground.

"What if you lose? Give it a go! ”

(End of chapter)