Codename Four came back in anticipation from everyone, the bandages didn't know when they would fall off, and the messy black robe was stained with blood stains from the obvious fight, like a burning flame, highlighting the evil aura that enveloped her body.

This is the idea of a person who must not be easily provoked......

"The enemy is preparing to cross the river, the advance has passed, and the count's own team has not yet begun to move."

The Assassin leader recounted the information he had personally verified: "If you are in a hurry, you should be able to catch up." ”

"What about Schneider? How is he? Owen waited for her to finish and asked with concern.

Codename paused, looked at me with deep meaning, and then said to the knight earnestly:

"The Earl of Richfield wanted to give him a chance to lay down his arms, but Schneider was bent on death, and he died very heroically, like a real knight, and the Count ordered the body to be solemnly collected."

Schneider...... Sacrificed? ”

Owen heard the bad news in disbelief, and tears of grief rolled in his eyes: "I want revenge!" ”

He gritted his teeth and popped out word by word.

"I'm going to kill a hundred Swabens to bury my old comrades!"

"How far away is the enemy army?"

In a certain ulterior sense, I even have some gratitude to Schneider for his timely sacrifice, which greatly boosted morale, and when the enemy is outnumbered, morale often determines the success or failure of a battle, although this little caution is very cold-blooded.

"Six miles, we have few people, if you take a shortcut, it will be about five miles, but ......"

Codename spoke for the first time, indicating that she also had doubts in her heart.

"There are too many enemies, and even if the strikers cross the river, the number of people left on this side will be at least ten times as many as ours!"

I smiled gratefully, pretended to shrug my shoulders lightly, and looked like I didn't care, as the backbone, I had to show a determination as strong as Mount Tai:

"Don't worry, don't you know me yet? If you don't fight a war with no certainty, only the Duke of Nijmegen will take advantage of everything, how can you suffer? ”

I greeted the herald with a hippie smile: "Let's get together, I have something to say to them before the decisive battle, to each and every one of them." ”

The soldiers came one after another, very close to each other, dozens of people said more and more and less and little and stood exactly twice, and I mounted my horse so that everyone could see me:

"Warriors of Nijmegen, I have heard lately the rumor that Nijmegen has been abandoned by God, and that the duke, who had always been lucky, is finished, and I tell you here that it is nonsense! Why? Because you are standing here at the moment, you are following me to fight thousands of miles away, for honor, for the sake of manhood, and at the same time to defend your family and homeland! ”

"When we were children, we worshipped the personable knights, worshiped the majestic gladiatorial champions, everyone liked the winners, never forgave cowards, a true warrior, even the thought of defeat would be consciously ashamed!"

"Responsibly, I have no confidence in the next battle, more than 30 people fight hundreds, what are you kidding, you will definitely all die, including me, the corpses are scattered in the wilderness for wild dogs and crows to eat, no one knows that you died here, no one helps you to collect the burial, no one takes your bones home......"

"We're all dead, just like a rainstorm that extinguishes the mouth of an entire anthill, and everyone will die after all, yes, mortals will be timid in the face of an invincible enemy, and if anyone says he is not afraid, it is a lie, and some are cowardly, but this does not prevent him from fighting like a hero, and if other equally timid comrades are fighting bravely and he stands by, that person will be ashamed."

"A true hero, even if he is timid, still dares to compete with a powerful opponent!"

"A true man will not let the fear of death prevail over a sense of honor, responsibility and manhood!"

"A wonderful battle is the stage where the man who is unwilling to be inferior can best show his courage, and it can force out the greatness hidden in your hearts that usually and perhaps cannot radiate in a lifetime!"

"Everyone must remember that the enemy is as afraid as you are, and is likely to be more afraid, they are not invulnerable, they are also the flesh that grew up eating bread, and they will choke the enemy's throat for dozens of numbers, they must not be able to live!"

"At a certain banquet, a shitty nobleman came to me drunkenly and asked me, with a disgusting smell of swill, and he said: Why does Nijmegen always win in the face of danger, and always turn evil into good fortune? I almost threw him in the face of horse manure! This ignorant idiot, bastard who only knows how to eat and make shit! I have the best territory in the world, the best people, the most fearless warriors and the strongest will to fight, why can't I win the battle? ”

"To tell you the truth, I really pity those dog mongrels who past, are, and will fight with us in the future, really, they are so pitiful, they are orphans abandoned by God, and they are destined to lose if they don't fight!"

"Not all heroes are like the legend of the bard, riding white horses and wearing delicate armor made by the gods, easily kill the evil dragon entrenched in the mountains, so as to rescue the beautiful and kind princess, and the two will live happily ever after!"

"Heroes are both unreachable gods and touchable ordinary people, that is, you can all become the heroes of the legend, and of course, someone will make excuses: fuck it! Whoever loves to be a hero should be, I have to live well! It's human instinct to live, but people can't live by instinct alone, so what's the difference between that and a fat pig that forages,, dozes, and dies? What if everyone thought that way? What will we do then? What will our comrades-in-arms, their teams, and even the whole country look like? ”

"Nope! His grandmother's, the Nijmegen Warriors don't think so! We must not only think about ourselves, but also think about the comrades around us who were born and died together, our army does not tolerate cowards, all cowards should be killed like rats, otherwise, after the war they will sneak home and give birth to more cowards! ”

"Yes, we want to go home as soon as possible, we want this war to be brought to an end soon, but the insidious mongrels who have desecrated Nijmegen do not agree, they want to occupy that holy land forever, and let our children and grandchildren be slaves for them!"

"Listen to me, boys, the quickest way is to kill the bastards who lit the flames of this war, clean up from the body to the soul, and send them back to the hell covered with shit and urine, and destroy the enemy as soon as possible, we can triumph one day sooner, there has always been only one shortcut home, I want to kill the little fox hiding in the gloomy palace in Paris and plotting to harm people, and the old Flanders dog who is not as good as a beast!"

"After returning home in triumph, every warrior here today will have an experience worthy of a lifetime of boasting, the girls will show their white breasts and voluntarily open their legs to the heroes of Nijmegen, your parents and relatives will be proud to have given birth to such warriors, and your friends who have never stepped out of the door in their lives will be ashamed to show their faces!"

"Twenty years from now, you will be glad that you participated in this battle, when you are sitting on the grass in the courtyard in an old age, and your little grandson crawls on your knees and asks: Grandpa, what were you doing when that true legend happened twenty years ago? You don't have to cough dryly in embarrassment, move your grandson to the other knee, and reply, "Ah...... I was under the whip of the invaders...... On the contrary, warriors, you can look him in the eye and say with confidence: Listen to my grandson, grandpa, I fought side by side with the Duke of Nijmegen and fought fiercely against the enemy's **! ”

"God bless Nijmegen!"

"Long live the Duke!"

The earth-shattering cheers came one after another, even the ground seemed to tremble, the sun hid behind the mountain peak in fear of the warriors' irresistible momentum, and more than thirty people burst out with a power that tens of thousands of people did not have!

"Please look at your comrades to the left and right, tell them your name, and remember each other firmly! I swear to God that I will erect a tombstone with your name engraved on it for each of you to stand in the sun-shining city square for generations to come! ”

"Inspire all those who are not willing to be ordinary, take up your spears and shields, and carry on the charge of the past! Charge! Charge! ”

I pulled the reins hard, and the old horse stood up in pain, raising his black front hooves and neighing loudly.

"When one person falls, the people behind will continue to charge, and when one group of people falls, another group of people will continue to charge, and we will all fall, and the comrades who rushed from the other side will also continue to charge! God bless Nijmegen! Advance! ”

The warriors embarked on the journey without hesitation, they roared and scrambled to race, and did not seem to care that this was a death carnival with no return, and Owen was about to leave excitedly, but I stopped him behind me and carefully explained:

"Hear what I'm going to say next, you lead people to drive these dozens of horses to the battlefield, drench their tails with oil, and then wait for orders, understand?"

The knight's mood remained unstable for a while, and there was something in his eyes that was not subject to rational restraint.

"Do your job well, don't underestimate these old horses, they may be the key to turning the tide of battle!"

How will history record and comment on the battle, which took place on December 15, 1000 AD?

I am afraid that I will not know it in my lifetime, and of course, its scale is insignificant compared to the classic battles in the history of mankind's thousands of years of vast warfare, but it is about to profoundly change the direct participants in the battle.

The fate of Count Lechfeld and I, as well as our indirect associates, Emperor Henry, King Robert, Duke of Franconia, Count of Flanders, Grand Duke Mieszko, Archduke Stephen, and others, although the anxiety of the march made my mind wander, but when I first saw the terrain around the shoal, I was confident of victory.

The river crosses between two undulating peaks, and the spring snowmelt washes a deep gully down the valley and pours into the river with sediment, forming a shoal that extends more than a third of the way into the center of the river, so that the remaining section of the river flows fast and deep, and must be passed with caution.

On the other side of the river, there were a lot of people gathered, their colorful flags marked the information of their families or teams, the number should be about two hundred, the enemy on this side of the mountain was more well-armed, and could clearly see the short-handled battle axes and small round shields unique to the Swabian axe-throwers, and a dozen knights in bright armor surrounded an elder, who was directing the servants to drive the war horses across the river, and the piercing scolding sounded from time to time, it was the knight reprimanding the clumsy attendant.

"Is it the enemy's forward on the other side of the river?" I pointed to the enemy who was lazy and basking in the sun and asked for code number four.

"No, the enemy's vanguard is a team of uneven peasant soldiers, four or five hundred men, who are not here, they should have been sent to our camp."

The peasants were of poor quality and of no use except as consumables for war, and the old earl, fearing that they would slow down the march by delaying time, arranged for the crossing of the river in advance to serve as a vanguard, and was the first to enter the battle, taking advantage of the numerical advantage to hold Nijmegen in tow.

"On the other side of the river are mercenaries, I don't know the banner, I guess the name is average, maybe a rabble, what we really need to consider are those knights and axe-throwers, they are both the old earl's own team and the backbone, and their combat effectiveness is very strong." Codename Four specially reminded.

I nodded approvingly: "I know, the Swabian axe-throwers are a well-known powerhouse, and the old duke's ability to rank among the top three in the empire is so familiar that I can't be more familiar." ”

Wasn't the Battle of Reggio Calabria in Nijmegen the collapse of the Swath himself that led to the rout of the entire army? The old duke has been ill since then, his right to speak has been weakening day by day, and the dignified power has turned from prosperity to decline, and it has ended up today.

"My lord, let's do it!"

The enemies were very red when they saw each other, and Owen couldn't hold back.

"While the enemy knights have no horses, let's rush down in one go, and we will definitely catch them off guard!"

"You're dying for nothing, take a good look!"

I hate the fool who doesn't care about it, don't look at Owen's usual well-informed and steady person, as soon as his anger is full, he changes as soon as he is full, like a blaster who just twists the bolt.

"Before we can rush to us, the Swabian axe-throwers will chop you off with their throwing axes!" He drooped his head, but he was still unconvinced.

"What do you say you should do?"

After saying this, Owen muttered quietly: "Have we been waiting for ......?"

His whining came to my ears word for word.

"Forgot your mission? Go and keep an eye on the horse, and don't make any noise, or you'll be the only one who asks. ”

I have to find something to do for this guy, and I always feel like I'm going to get into trouble anytime and anywhere, and after explaining to Owen, I turned around and looked for the herald.

"Remind everyone to be careful and hide and wait for the signal to attack." The heralds ran to the back of the line, delivering orders one by one.

Now is not the time, the advantage of the axe-throwers is the neat formation and the rhythm of the attack, once they form a phalanx, without the cooperation of the cavalry, they will not be able to get close at all, more than thirty people can not withstand a round of blows, the more I think about it, the more anxious I become, the sweat on my forehead can't stop rising, even at the current temperature.

The enemy's squires tried with great effort, pulling and pulling and pushing, until they finally brought the knight's precious bump to the other side, and they had no time to rest, and had to run over and carry their master across the river.

Pampered aristocratic lords don't disdain to pull up their trousers like mud legs and wade through the water, which is too cheap, and the armor built at a great price can't withstand blisters, and how much butter is wasted to maintain it if it rusts?

(End of chapter)