There is a widely used saying that it is like a wild horse that has escaped the reins, and by extension, things develop to the point where they are uncontrollable, like an unruly wild horse breaking free from its halter head and galloping on the prairie with its hooves raised.

As I struggled to hold back the vomit that kept pouring up in my stomach, this sentence came to my mind.

The current situation is as it describes, and the galloping knights are like powerful sports cars, riding one after the other closely behind the dragon banner in Nijmegen, and the view from a high altitude must be spectacular.

The clash of locks added a rhythmic symphony to the charge, like thousands of neatly swaying shakers, and the tail end of the fir spear hung from the clasp on the side of the saddle, freeing the knights to skilfully control their horses, and before launching the final charge, they had to increase their horsepower to the extreme.

Turning the gravel slope, the tents of the Holy See troops stationed on the mountainside are already in sight, they are like small mushrooms that emerge after the rain, the flowers and green colors are arranged in a disorderly manner from top to top, the more gorgeous and extravagant the tents are on the top of the mountain, and the closer to the bottom of the valley are the more dilapidated and inconspicuous, and the hierarchy is clear.

The yellow and white St. Peter's Cross Flag, which represents the Pope's station, stands in a prominent position and dances loudly, providing spiritual solace to those involved in the rebellion and making them feel that they are fighting for the Lord.

Although somewhat caught off guard, the time for the Nijmegen army to rush through a few hills was enough for the rebels to set up a simple defense, and the large army camped overnight had to set up a barrier, and as long as they were connected end to end, they could break up the cavalry charge to a certain extent.

Sure enough, when I was awakened by the horns of the rebels, there were many busy javelinmen in sight, and they were forming a team.

Javelinmen are an important part of the Mediterranean region, especially the inheritance of the Greek and Roman military traditions, different from the common archers and axe-throwers and other long-range troops of the barbarians in the south and north, they throw javelins with overwhelming force at the beginning of the battle to shake the enemy's morale, so that the maximum psychological deterrent effect can be achieved, and a breakthrough can be opened for the main force.

The soldiers of the former Roman legions, usually armed with javelins and short swords, fought in conjunction with each other, and the Roman Empire relied on this powerful legion to break out of Italy and conquer the entire Mediterranean region after a series of wars that were rarely defeated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Rollo, who was following by my side, tapped my helmet with a spear to remind him of the danger in front of me, and I turned my face to cast him with a look of understanding, and I didn't know if the other party could see it, and at about the same time, the herald on the other side received the signal from Rollo, and pulled the knot on the flagpole on his shoulder.

"Hula!"

The dazzling bright yellow flag, suddenly fluttering in the wind, the sound of hunting and hunting even overshadowed the roar of horses' hooves.

As the flag fluttered, the knights pulled the reins, and the excellent quality of the systematically trained since childhood was reflected, and the crazy horses obediently obeyed the orders of their masters, and divided into two teams with the flag knights as the center, as if the messy wool threads on the spinning wheel suddenly had rules, and weaved fine lines according to the guidance of the spindles.

This is a common way for knights to charge, a period of high-speed sprint, so that the horses reach a high-pitched excitement point, and then a well-trained knight, in the gallop to reorganize and arrange the team, flat the spear to complete the final preparation for the dive.

The rebels were still gathering soldiers in full swing, and the number of knights and heavy infantry was longer, but the miscellaneous soldiers stationed at the bottom of the hills and valleys did not need to be in a whole squad at all, and the Holy See, which wanted to use them as cannon fodder, would not waste precious time, as long as this ragged rabble, armed entirely with religious fanaticism and superstitious authority, could try to hold back the attack of the Nijmegen knights, even if they were all gone.

Clamping the spear under the armpit, I focused my attention on the straight shaft and the sharp tip of the spear, calculating the angle at which the sawdust would splash, no matter how tough the wood was, it would shatter into powder the moment it stabbed the target, so the knight must prepare at least two spears on weekdays, and the servant who was awarded the title of squire with a spear had the main job of helping his master replace the damaged spear in time, and if he was in danger, he could use the knight's spear to defend himself, this honor was by no means available to ordinary people, The status is second only to the flag-bearer who is responsible for flag keeping and auxiliary operations.

In the lineup of the rebels opposite, shouting a long list of incomprehensible Latin, accompanied by the scene of saber rattling, it is extremely funny, and it is practical to not understand, and who still does not understand the eager movements of the javelinmen? We rushed within a hundred paces of the enemy's position, a distance that was the effective radius of the Javelin.

"God give me courage and strength, and I'd better have some luck!"

I chattered and prayed, closed my eyes and tried to learn to empty myself, but unfortunately I couldn't help but tremble my eyelids, betraying my pretending to be calm, every time I took the lead in the charge, it was no less than going to the ghost gate to close the door, and life or death were all in the dark thoughts, in the popular words of aristocratic circles, this is called passing by the wings of death.

"God bless Germany! God bless Nijmegen! Warriors, forward! ”

The tip of the spear rushed down slightly, so that any defense that tried to intercept could be pierced with a thousand forces by inertia, and the knights who followed my command flattened their spears and intertwined them into a basket-like array of spears.

“lancio！”

I understood this sentence immediately without a translation, and the word often appeared on various battlefields many times in Italy, like a lingering nightmare, and every time someone yelled at it, it was accompanied by the kind of voice I least wanted to hear.

That's right, it's the sound of arrows breaking through the air.

This time, the movement of countless javelins across the sky is very different, it is thicker and more oppressive, much like the bombers used in the German blitzkrieg in World War II, tearing the air and making a terrible scream, bringing great psychological pressure to the audience.

"My dear mother!"

Seeing the power of the javelin salvo, I was immediately frightened, and blurted out in my mother tongue subconsciously in a panic, my mother, who lived more than a thousand years later, obviously had no way to rescue her dear son, and whether she could escape this disaster could only depend on character and luck.

The only thing to be thankful for is that my luck has always been good, and it seems that it really shrouds the halo and golden finger of the protagonist, and I hope that Lady Luck will be with me.

In the blink of an eye, the javelin rained down from the sky, and the perverted gravitational acceleration and range were perfectly combined, and the hit fell to the ground immediately, far more lethal than the composite bow of the horseback people.

"Sting!"

The metal is swimming freely in the **, which can't help but remind people of the joy of splitting a ripe watermelon with a quick knife in the hot summer.

In order to increase the accuracy of hits, and sometimes to increase the throw distance, a rope is wrapped around the end of the javelin, and the shooter pulls hard in the moment of the projection, causing the javelin to spin and fly forward, immediately piercing the chain mail and helmet.

Living death!

The wailing of people on their backs, shattering into invisible particles and burrowing into the pinna, accurately grasping the weak parts of the nerves, wantonly stirring up waves, even a giant as brave as Samson could not survive the double torture of the mind and senses.

The sharpened javelins, along with the knights and horses, harvested life in a brutal way, splattering blood and flesh in the face, and inexplicable fear began to grow.

After the first round of blows, there were not a few knights left and right, and I didn't know if I was favored by God, or I had to continue to charge, and it was absolutely wishful thinking to make the war horse stop at this time, and it would cost me to break my bones.

Although the knights of Nijmegen suffered huge losses, the charge continued irreversibly, and the enemy's wishful thinking failed, and after throwing the javelins in their hands, they could only pick up all kinds of weapons of different lengths, praying that God would give them the opportunity to retreat with their whole body, and be an opponent with the knights who were rushing through the mountains, not everyone could calmly maintain their courage, not to mention that the opponent suddenly arrived in heavy armor.

"Kill!"

I aimed at a fierce-looking man, whose wounded eyes gave a gloomy and eerie feeling, like a ghostly stone statue carved by the ancestors on the side of a country road, to scare timid children from walking at night.

The hanging-eyed man was a full veteran oilman, and the next action was swift and unexpected, only to see him turn to one side, dexterously let go of the spear glowing with a deadly cold light, and grabbed the wooden pole and sent it forward, the huge inertia almost threw me off the horse, thanks to his timely release, the other party simply pulled the spear away.

The sudden loss of force made the hanging eye man stumble, I hurriedly touched my waist to find the long sword, this kung fu he had been thrown away from the distance, holding the snatched spear and slashing a charging knight head-on, I looked back in annoyance, the hanging eye man disappeared into the crowd of shoulders.

The knights of Nijmegen were like a monstrous wave, crashing into the wooden fence in front of the enemy's formation, only a small wave, blooming bright red blood flowers, they fearlessly went forward one after another, accompanied by spears piercing the target's broken sawdust quickly tore through the rebels' defenses, and the poorly equipped conscripted javelinmen could not withstand even a single face, like a fragile sand castle on the seashore, crumbling and fleeing in a blink of an eye.

"Don't chase, rush up!"

I cut down the unfortunate man who was lying under the hooves of the horse, begging for mercy, and anxiously shouted to kill my companions who had run away from me, but the noise of the battlefield was insignificant, and several knights followed in pursuit, and we had no choice but to run the fork.

"Herald, herald!"

Seeing the knights around me scattering like dandelion balls in the spring breeze, I was sweating profusely to find the herald carrying the flag, and now he was the only one who could influence the movement of the team as much as possible, but I didn't have much hope for this, except for my own direct knights, the rest of the improvised coalition army, accustomed to fighting like a duck, discipline is not as effective as a rope to tie a horse.

People who have not really participated in the war will never understand the cruelty of war, they will only cry out for killing and conquering in mad anger, like a mountain of black powder, which can be ignited with a small spark and burst out with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, and this huge explosive force is terrible, because it does not distinguish between friends and enemies, and in the face of surging flames, any obstacle will be swallowed up and destroyed, so Iraz said that war can only make those who have not experienced it happy, And only these people will feel that war is full of romantic fantasies.

When I used to sit in front of the spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling windows of the library, sipping hot coffee, and reading this sentence, I didn't have much resonance in my heart, but felt that the author's point of view was cowardly and ridiculous.

For a man, what can show the charm of male hormones better than a bloody fight? But fate is always unpredictable, when I came to this era that requires every day to be exhausted, always on guard and on guard, really rely on the sword in my hand to protect myself and my family, and make killing and war a daily necessity, I deeply felt the insidiousness of war, the greatest enemy of mankind, from every pore of my body.

God has given wisdom to his creation darlings, but he has forgotten to erase the greed in their bones, and from the moment Cain killed his blood relative Abel out of jealousy, the shadow of war has never left us, so it has become a compulsory lesson for everyone to live.

Anyone who has played Mount & Blade will know that slashing people from a first-person perspective is not so easy, not to mention that you have to ride on a tall horse and wield a spear and sword, while being careful not to stab your mount with a blade, and make sure that your horse is not frightened by a tooth-and-claw enemy and throws you down, as well as the safety of your unprotected back and flanks when attacking the enemy in front of you......

With all of the above care, you may be able to save your life before you bravely cut down the enemy, just like the heroes in the movies. If any unlucky guy who doesn't open his eyes just hits the muzzle of the gun, this luck will be enough to open the jackpot of ten consecutive lotteries!

I'm not alarmist, bumpy horseback can help you get into the battlefield quickly and get unbeatable impact, but it's not a comfortable combat platform, you can try to ride in a broken tractor and then find someone to compare, the ride experience is the same.

After missing a few good opportunities to slash and kill my opponent, I finally gave up on my plan to take them out, and the latter seemed to understand that this guy on a strangely high saddle was not very good at mastery, and instead ran away after another Nijmegen knight who swept past me.

While I was grateful for the chivalry of my opponent who did not bully the weak, I worked harder and harder to find the herald who carried the flag.

Both sides of the battle on the battlefield focus on the ongoing battle, ://bqg3