The bull, who was crawling on the third line of defense, suddenly waved his hand at the castle, and I stared wide to see his gesture, but I was blown to tears by the blowing wind.

By the time they had cleaned up and looked again, the bull and Yaroslav had already led their men out of the line and charged towards the positions occupied by the Poles, dodging the javelins thrown by the heavily armored cavalry as they ran.

The Byzantine armor cavalry was standard: mace, dagger, shield, javelin, and the Poles who painted the gourd naturally followed suit.

Several warriors couldn't dodge, and subconsciously raised a small round shield to block, but under the power of the sharp javelin that came from the wind, the shield turned into a thin white paper and was directly nailed to the ground.

Seeing that the Slavs and the cavalry archers were about to enter the position, the bulls wanted to take a gamble before the enemy completely occupied it, and use themselves as bait to gather the living forces of the Poles as much as possible, so that the damage of the fire oil could be maximized!

But two hundred warriors filled it in, like a pebble falling into the ocean, even a wave wants to be lifted, and the chance of retreating is very small, these fools usually hear a lot of nonsense stories from bards, and their brains are all funny, and they always hope to become famous in a fight.

"Bastard!"

Having guessed their intentions, I kicked down the wall in a fit of rage, the pain in my toes still not calming my anger.

"Just thinking about being a hero, it's useless to leave a false name when people die!"

The heavily armored cavalry obviously didn't expect that the enemy with the handle still had a little blood, and only one hundred and ten people dared to charge back, but this also showed that the Duke of Franks in the castle was panicked and ran out of ideas, and let his people die in vain.

After throwing the javelins on their backs, they took up their maces and maces, and smashed them at the Franks who were climbing the antlers, and their brains burst and blood flowed profusely, and the scene was extremely tragic.

The Lyutich warriors stepped on the corpses of their comrades, one by one, they were as excited as if they were beating chicken blood, they were injured and grabbed the enemy's arm, and they opened their mouths to bite in a hurry, and dragged their opponents to themselves in a daze, and the axe was lifeless to greet their faces, and they were chopped into meat puree.

In particular, Yaroslav, who turned into a birdman, was like a god descending from the heavens, and he hit his head frantically with his hands when he was holding his hands, and he didn't realize that the blood gushing on his forehead became more and more hideous, and the warriors of Lyutich under his leadership tore through the defense line of the heavily armored cavalry against the sky, opening up the situation for the bull and Rollo who were carrying the fire oil behind them.

Witnessing the heroic appearance of the warrior Lyutich, I was shocked and couldn't help muttering, and I couldn't help but read the passage I had read in the ancient books before:

"However, in an army, there must be a tiger warrior, who is light to resist the Ding, light to fight the horse, and to cut the flag and kill the general, and he will be the capable!"

Of course, the bull couldn't let Yaroslav take the limelight alone, only to see him shout, jumping down from the antlers, Gao Qing's battle axe seemed to have a thousand powers, and directly broke a heavy cavalry helmet from it, as if he was thirsty and easily split a huge watermelon with a kitchen knife, the head was smashed to shreds the corpse stretched out his arms, staggered and groped in the void for a long time, and finally figured out his situation at the moment, and fell to the ground unwillingly and died.

After the heavy blow, the tomahawk also collapsed and rolled its blade, but it became a giant hammer dancing vigorously in the hands of the bull, and went straight to the body of the Pole wearing heavy armor, and the body of the mortal body was hit by a volley, even if it did not fall to the ground immediately, at least it was shocked into internal injuries, and it could not move for half a minute, and some unlucky people let the bull hit the head, and when he landed, the eyeballs flew out like bullets, and the blood and water from the mouth and nose holes were bubbling out, and the whole person was crooked and paralyzed on the ground, and there was no air in and out, and he couldn't live when he saw it.

Yaroslav panted and looked back at the bull, who was stepping on the chest of a heavily armored cavalryman, ignoring the crying of his father and mother's forgiveness, raised his blood-stained battle axe, and slammed his skull, his deformed helmet embedded deep in the ground, and his limbs, which had lost his brain, scratched the air, and did not want to give up this fancy world.

The bull wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, looked up just in time to see Yaroslav who was looking at him, raised his hands above his head, and threw the tomahawk over, the sharp cry of this iron lump tearing through the air, even I was standing on the city wall and heard it in horror, Yaroslav quickly dodged, and the whirling tomahawk hit the sneaky enemy behind him, and instantly planted a long distance.

"Hoo ......"

I saw it as if I was there, trembling and slapping my chest to calm myself, even more nervous than their people on the front line.

Yaroslav stood up with trepidation, touched the top of his head, as if he was worried that the tomahawk that had just whistled at him would scratch him, and when he was sure that his head was blue and unharmed, he made a gesture of thanks to the bull, and turned back into the battle.

The bull didn't have time to pay attention to the gratitude of the leader of Lyutich, he picked up the mace dropped by the heavy cavalry, howled and crashed into several heavy cavalrymen one after another, hugged the opponent's waist and did not let go, and pushed them down with brute force, the hammer in his hand rained down on the enemy's face like a continuous raindrop, like a hen pecking rice, but what pecked away was life, leaving only a dense blood hole like a pockmarked seed, and gushing out of dirty blood.

The two people, the bull and Yaroslav, were like two powerful whirlwinds, but wherever they passed, nothing was left except corpses and lingering husks, and the absolute Nijmegen twins, inspired by them, the Lyutich warriors also fought with the well-armed enemy without fear of death, and some even fought with the heavy cavalry until they were exhausted, and grabbed each other's throats, and the eyes of the two people were furious but refused to let go, and finally died together.

Although the number of soldiers who rushed into the enemy line was small, they firmly gained the upper hand in momentum, and the Polish cavalry was forced to retreat by a hundred men, and succeeded in recapturing the second line of defense before the Slavs and archers reached the first line.

"It's time to withdraw, otherwise it's easy to fall into a siege, after all, two fists are hard to beat four hands."

I clutched the walls, polished smooth wood, pinched out a few marks, turned into fine pieces of sawdust, I turned my head to look at the battle flag that was gradually fading and muttered to myself.

"The wind has stopped, has it? It's time for God to do Nijmegen a favor. The squire listened and immediately ordered the archers to redraw their bows and prepare to cover their comrades outside the city.

The bull held down one of the heavily armored cavalrymen and frantically struck the opponent's forehead with a mace until the handle broke, and the remnants of the Poles were completely frightened, and they rolled into the trench and climbed up with their hands and feet.

The bull beckoned to his men, they were all selected marksmen, each equipped with ten refined armor-piercing arrows, and he couldn't wait for a long time, and when he saw the call of the leader, he immediately ran over, aiming at the back of the Poles in the panic and fleeing, and happily launched a target shooting exercise, hundreds of arrows and arrows rushed into the wind like cannons, and the force was inserted into the back of the relatively weak armor protection, and instantly made the hundred and ten heavy armored cavalry become eternal still life.

I raised my head proudly and stared at the main formation of Grand Duke Mieshko opposite, although I couldn't see the old man's expression clearly, but I could guess that even if his face was calm, his heart must be thunderous, how expensive is it to train a cavalryman in this era?

The difficulty and cost are no less than that of training a special soldier in later generations, not to mention that it must also be equipped with well-made standard armor and at least two excellent war horses for transfer, and the gold coins sprinkled into it are even more astronomical, except for the behemoth of the centralized empire nature of Eastern Rome, which is by no means something that ordinary lords can afford, Poland poured the power of the country into the country, and only to equip two thousand people with a swollen face and a fat man, and he has always been regarded as a treasure, and he is definitely the life of His Royal Highness the Grand Duke, the lifeblood of the empire, and the lord who is afraid of losing it in his hand and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting, Whoever wants to be defeated by nearly half of the two battles, this kind of blow can not care about whom.

"If you want to swallow this fat bone in Nijmegen, you won't be afraid to lose your old teeth!"

I waved my arm vigorously, as if Grand Duke Mieshko, who was far away, could see it: "Don't be angry with me, cerebral hemorrhage sheep epilepsy or something, but there is no quick-acting heart pill!" ”

The rest of the heavy cavalry finally escaped, and met with the Slavs who came to meet them, it is estimated that even if they were given ten more dares, they would not dare to face the fierce Liudich warriors, the bull pulled and killed, and was about to chase Yaroslav who ran forward, but he did not expect that he, known as the brute bull, was also dragged by the leader of the rampaging Liudich and almost fell, the latter looked back at him suspiciously, as if he didn't understand why he didn't let himself continue to chase and kill.

The bull dragged Yaroslav back without saying a word, and countless Slavs rushed up with shouts, and if they didn't hurry up and retreat, God couldn't save themselves, don't look at the bull who is usually stunned, and his brain is sober at the critical moment!

Rollo commanded his soldiers to throw bottles of fire oil on the ruins of the fortress and the antlers of the deer, and he laboriously fiddled with the two flints hanging from his waist, which could not be ignited for a long time, and the rapidly approaching enemy brought him a lot of pressure, as if an invisible boulder fell from the sky, and the retreating Lyutich warriors passed by him one by one, like a dial ticking for seconds.

The bull and Yaroslav, who fell to the last pressure, stopped next to Rollo, anxiously waiting for him to play the flames, but the more he paid attention to Rollo, the more nervous he became, seeing the first Slav crawling over the antlers on the edge of the line with an axe on his back, the evil sneer on his face was clearly visible, the bull pounced with a loud shout, and gave the opponent a hard blow to the chin with his old fist in the scuffle, and then reflexively and beautifully rounded the kick, the Slavs with their front teeth collapsed screamed and rolled into the trench, but more Slavs had already rushed over!

Rollo raised his eyes and felt that his hand shook, and the splashing sparks ignited his pants that were accidentally stained with fire oil, and in an instant they burned violently, Yaroslav quickly grabbed Rollo's belt and cut it with a hand axe, regardless of the danger, ripped off his pants, and threw him into the enemy bushes not far away......