After all, two legs could not outrun four legs, and the enemy was still running wildly, and the speed was naturally not fast, and gradually the tail was bitten by Hans's cavalry.

The cavalry that rushed to the front, using their spears to pick off several Saracens who had fallen behind, was easier than the usual practice of sprinting at the stake.

The attacking enemy's formation became more scattered, like a school of fish that had been blown up, running up the hillside with their hands and feet, pushing and stumbling with each other, many of them falling to the ground, and before the Nijmegen cavalry could move, they were trampled alive by their own men, and they were screaming in a heart-rending struggle.

I joined the battle in time with the knights from the slash and managed to intercept at least half of the Saracens, these unarmored heretics, who were even more vulnerable than Italian cannon fodder, and the powerful impact of the heavy cavalry charge would tremble even a wall, let alone the weak **.

In a moment, the screams came one after another, and the severed limbs and pieces of flesh were scattered everywhere by the horses' hooves, and the knights did not have to show their weapons, and the impact of just one round almost wiped out the enemies in front of them, and only a few staggered to the top of the mountain.

The horses had gone far before I could barely hold them back, and many of the knights regrouped behind me, and some joined the melee, and for a moment it was difficult to get out, and the heavy infantry of the bulls rushed over with a shout, as if they were not satisfied that the friendly forces had not left enough fat for themselves, and Nijmegen gained an overwhelming advantage, and all the Saracens were killed.

I looked up at the stacked wooden fences on the hillside, and the enemy who was waiting behind me, and wisely chose to take the precious cavalry out of the range of the bow and arrow, the heavy infantry of the bull was still eager to attack up the hillside, and Kohler's archers were already in position, and were suppressing the enemy on the hill with a dense rain of arrows, although the power was not great, but the enemy had to bow his head to find cover, and the situation seemed to be very good.

"Easy plus enjoyable!"

I smugly arranged my helmet, and the sound of the cavalry riding past me muffled the groans of the dying enemy, and I turned my head to observe, and was so frightened that I swallowed the second half of the sentence back into my stomach.

The enemy pushed a dozen carts full of guns to the side of the hill, and were busy pouring oil on them, and the torches they held in their hands were blazing, as if the Grim Reaper from hell was licking their lips in horror!

At the moment when the situation was critical, the enemy shouted and pushed down the carts that had been lit, and by the topography of the hillside, these carts rolled faster and faster, splashing flames and flying, like a wall of fire released by a legendary magician, and the earth was dry and scorched everywhere I passed, and even at such a distance, I could feel the scorching heat in my face, and the horses were even more restless in place, and the knights struggled to control it.

Behind the bulls were the light infantry rushing upward, the weight of the heavy infantry's own armor, and it was difficult to calmly turn around and flee when the crowd was so dense, and seeing the burning cart slowly approaching, my heart almost jumped out of my throat, and I thought in frustration: The so-called fire and water are ruthless, is Nijmegen going to repeat the mistakes of Swabia?

In the blink of an eye, the fire cart came closer, it seemed that everything was going to be extinguished with the red fireworks, and the Saracens who rushed down behind were obviously better than the flower army just now, and everyone was wearing a cuirass that could protect the key parts, although it was only a simple half-body armor, but at least the protective ability of the leather armor was much stronger, they should be the regular army of the Saracens, and they only chose to shoot until now, they were really cunning and cunning, using the strategy of Tian Ji horse racing to lure the enemy deeper, and launch a general attack when the opponent was tired.

"Bell ......"

Thinking of the bloody scene of people turning on their backs, I was too frightened to open my eyes until the dull sound penetrated my ears.

"What happened?"

I squinted my eyes into a slit and scanned the battlefield, and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of me!

A dozen soldiers with big shoulders and round waists, led by bulls, used the end of their spears to resist the fire cart, although their feet staggered unsteadily back, their muscles were about to stretch their armor apart, and their eyebrows were upside down close to the limit of their physical strength, but at least they controlled the situation and protected their comrades behind them to withdraw in time.

"Pick a pulley!"

I admired the bulls, like the Yue family's army's high pet picking eleven pulleys, I couldn't help but applaud.

As soon as the words fell, a few soldiers slipped under their feet, they were wearing heavy armor, coupled with the top-down momentum of the fire cart, the force they had to resist was unimaginable to ordinary people, the slope was steep and gravel, a person lost his center of gravity and fell, often even with other people also vented, several people were rolled over by the fire cart, and became a fire man, screaming and rolling on the ground, and knocked down the comrades around him, the battlefield became a bonfire meeting, more than a dozen human-shaped torches burned, jumped, and the stench of barbecue human flesh diffused, It made my throat tighten and I almost threw up.

Now the only thing left to stand and support was a fire cart in front of the bull, and the Saracen soldiers took advantage of the wind and water to rush with a shout, but fortunately, the light infantry of Nijmegen continued to rise one after another, fighting with the enemy, and Kohler also entered the battle with the archers, and he used accurate archery to kill the approaching enemy, leading the army to withstand the pressure and save Nijmegen's decline.

"Smack!"

A spear against the fire cart broke, and the soldier holding it instantly lost his strength, tripped a few times and rolled down the hillside, hitting a stone and fainting limply.

The pressure on the remaining bulls was even greater, they rubbed the ground with their feet, roared to support their will, and tried to stabilize their bodies not to plant back, but the fire was blazing their cheeks, and their faces were suffocated like tomatoes, and the hands of the two warriors holding spears gradually could not support them, and they sifted their swings like chaff, and finally fell to the ground with a loud cry, and the bull quickly spread his spear, and rolled to the side at the moment when the fire cart was about to be next to him, and the flames passed by his clothes.

"Your Excellency!"

A knight next to me tapped my helmet with his long fur, reminding me to concentrate.

"Shall we join the fight and attack them from the side?"

I observed the soldiers on both sides of the stalemate, raised my hand to reject his suggestion, took off my helmet to catch my breath, handed the flag of Nijmegen to the knight on the left, drew the sword at my waist, and shouted in as loud a voice as I could:

"Don't get entangled in the battlefield, the infantry can still hold it for the time being, and it won't collapse easily, let's find a gentle slope and copy it, and kick the infidels in the ass from behind, God bless Germany!"

With that, I put my helmet back on my head and ran out in the lead, the knights clasped their horses' bellies and caught up, and Hans's cavalry threw away their spears and urged their horses to follow, and the cavalry of Nijmegen was still intact enough to relaunch the offensive and rely on me to turn the tables around.

"Drive!"

I kicked the horse's ass fiercely, anxiously like an ant on a hot pot, the enemy's rear moves were linked one by one, this little force in Nijmegen was almost overwhelmed, His Majesty the Emperor had not sent reinforcements for a long time, and he waited and watched as if it was none of his business, if he wanted to say that he was still tempting, I wouldn't believe it!

It seems that my fate is the same as that of the Duke of Swabia, and I have become the unjust soul of the emperor who borrowed a knife to kill people, and it is estimated that His Majesty is a little suspicious of the rocket-like rise of Nijmegen, and how can he allow others to snore on the side of the couch, and he must also know that our two families are in tandem in private, so that I can take this opportunity to hammer and knock, so that I can understand how I should choose to take sides, and honestly follow Saxony to work as a junior brother.

"If you are not kind, don't blame Lao Tzu for not being righteous, the annual tax is not missing a word from you, and Lao Tzu is still placed together when the war is fought."

I thought hatefully on horseback: "The one who saves yourself, whether you are loyal or not, Lao Tzu is the first to run away!" ”

The horse's hooves ticked for seconds, and we had successfully rounded the hill and appeared on the relatively gentle back slope, where the lush olive groves rustled by the wind, but the air did not become flowing, still so suffocating.

I trembled and touched my heart, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and began to regret my whimsical plan to outflank my head.

Behind the hill there was the main force of the enemy, and yes, at least from my point of view, the crescent banner that obscured the sky seemed to line up to the end of the horizon, and the flagpole alone far exceeded the combined armies of Nijmegen and Swabia, and countless Saracens stood next to each other, and the dull murderous and oppressive people could not breathe.

From the olive groves on the hillside to the land between the pagan phalanx, the corpses of the Magyars were stacked on top of each other, arrows stuck in the mud as ornaments of death, and astringent standing in the wind, they should have been attacked in the woods, and found themselves in a trap, trying to escape from the back of the hill with a gentle slope, but they did not want to run head-on into the enemy's main force, and became white rabbits who fell into a cage, and were brutally tortured.

In the open space at the foot of the mountain, hundreds of Saracen knights wrapped in fine fish scale armor were teasing a few Magyars who were surrounded in the middle, rushing up coldly with a knife, and not slashing at the fatal parts, slowly consuming the opponent's physical strength, watching them shed the last drop of blood to satisfy the perverted killing in their hearts**.

So many heretics gathered together, without raising a single dust or making any sound, and the scouts sent out for several days have chosen to ignore the calm olive grove under our noses, so that we are unaware that danger is quietly coming, and the enemy is like a programmed robot, watching the knights kill for fun with a dull expression, needless to say, this must be the regular army of the Saracens.

The other party had apparently spotted us, but they were confident that everything was under control, so that they did not panic, and in fact if it had been me, they would not have been frightened by the cavalry who was not enough to stuff their teeth, and the Saracen knight ended the game of cat and mouse with his knife in hand, and pointed at the sudden appearance of the enemy with his scimitar, just as the butchers discussed where to start when killing pigs.

Between the lightning and the fire, I kicked the horse's belly with all my strength and yelled:

"Run!"

The horse stood up in pain, and almost flipped me down, and then turned around and rushed out with its hooves spread and died.

(End of chapter)