But God did not choose to be on the side of the Count of Wilheim, and he habitually dozed off, or at least did not pay attention to the prayers of the weak, and when the fierce Carinthian knights urged their horses to charge from the place of ambush, the convoy was like a snake of grass that had been struck seven inches, and suddenly they could not care for each other.

The knights roared and urged the soldiers around them to fight back, erecting spears and shields, and the few crossbowmen hurriedly opened their bows and arrows, shooting a few weak and weak, like the falling leaves blowing in the cold wind, and staggered to the ground, not even a small ant could be hurt, and when they drew their bowstrings again, they looked up and saw the enemy rushing in front of them, wielding a spiky chain hammer, crushing their cheekbones alive!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

Only then did someone think of shouting a warning, but it no longer had any practical significance, even a blind person could feel the creepy aura of danger coming, let alone a group of strong men with normal senses.

Unfortunately, the enemy was condescending, and in a moment they crashed into the ranks that they had not had time to prepare, and the formation was obviously useless, and the soldiers who were knocked out of the air turned around three times with their teeth and claws in the air, and then fell to the ground, and there was a clear cracking sound in the spine, and the bleeding from the mouth and nose was lifeless.

The knights of Wilheim hurriedly slapped their horses and pounced, and the two sides strangled together, and the long and short weapons intersected with a crisp sound of metal crashing and cracking flesh and bones, and people continued to fall from their horses with wails, and were instantly trampled into mud by countless horses' hooves, and the chain mail was soaked in rose-red blood water, flashing extremely dazzling.

"My lord, let's go up, I see that the Earl, they can't stand it!"

The bull could no longer hold back, and roared anxiously at me, its hot breath tickling its face, like a swarm of ants crawling into its neck.

"The knights who don't go up to Verheim are going to die!"

I snorted from the tiptoes to the top of my head, and finally let the upside-down hairs return to normal: "Don't worry, wait, it's not the time for us to show up." ”

As he spoke, the battle became more and more intense, and the dead pillowed each other, and the living continued to fight, and few were still on their horses, because then the target was too big, and they became the target of spears and bows, and in a short time they were rolled down from the saddle by a blood gourd, and their eyes twitched and fell into a pool of blood.

The Carinthians trampled on the stacks of corpses of the Knights of Verheim and pressed to close the encirclement, while the remaining rebels staggered back to the troika, for on the other side of the carriage were steep and undulating cliffs.

"It's time."

I patted the impatient bull and pointed to the enemy at the bottom of the hill to assign tasks: "You led people to outflank from the left flank of the enemy, I led people to outflank from the right flank of the enemy, do you see the knight with a red silk scarf in the saddle?" He is the Count of Augsburg, don't ask too much, I will have a chance to tell you the details later, anyway, remember that he is his own person, he will follow closely by the Duke of Carinthia, prompting us to attack the target, remember, I want to catch him alive, but don't let people know the identity of the duke, in case he wants to speak, kill me directly, understand? Make it smarter. ”

The bull's expression is like swallowing a toad alive, the amount of information in the words just now is too large, it is estimated that his brain capacity is not enough, and he is dealing with the decomposition one by one, fortunately, we have enough time, the surrounded knights of Wilheim burst out of decisive morale, and bravely fought to the death with the Carinthians, it is estimated that it will take a while for the enemy's carriage to appear, enough for the bull's central processing unit to recover.

"Understood, the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, your most classic tactic."

The bull finally got to a normal time, figured out his master's plan in minutes, and suddenly made a foolproof gesture to me: "Don't worry! My lord, I guarantee that I am sharp. ”

As he spoke, he put his hand on his neck and wiped it, nodding and smiling knowingly.

"Out!"

I slung my sword over my shoulder, stretched out my cramping palms that were wearing the conjoined chain mail gloves, and shouted the order to attack.

Before the words were spoken, the bull took the lead in holding the battle axe, shook off the branches used for camouflage on his body, and led the people to run forward along the hillside, agile as a light bobcat, and the rest of the warriors followed me, falling not far behind the bull, outflanking them from the other direction, the archers aimed at the unsuspecting heart of the Carinthians and shot with great joy, and immediately cut a row like leeks, and the enemy who was attacked reacted, only to find himself in the same situation as the Wilheim people, and it was too late to respond.

At this point, even fools could see that they were being put together, not to mention the Duke of Carinthia, who often boasted of his superior intelligence, and he angrily broke his mouth and hurriedly turned his horse's head to break through, and the Count of Augsburg followed him inch by inch, and the red on the saddle was particularly eye-catching, and the Nijmegen soldiers and the irascible bull chased them in the direction of their escape, and finally caught up with the enemy.

The knights of Carinthia desperately defended their feudal lords, most of them walked, wielding flails and chain hammers, so that the soldiers of Nijmegen could not get close, and several brave warriors wanted to use their nimble skills to get close, but they still could not dodge, and they were hit hard in the vital parts, and they stumbled in pain, and were blocked by the enemy who followed the sword, and immediately stopped struggling and died.

The bull, who witnessed the tragic death of his comrades, pushed away everyone and rushed over with a roar, and some of the Carinthia knights knew the giant bear-like warrior in front of them, and whispered to remind the comrades around them to be careful, and several people scattered steadily, and only the masked Duke of Carinthia and the Count of Augsburg were on horseback, and they were closely protected by several knights, trapped in the encirclement of Nijmegen, and their faces were gray and terrible.

The bull slowly walked among several Carinthian knights, leveled his battle axe, and stared at the enemy quietly, waiting for the best opportunity to attack.

One of the knights standing behind the bull suddenly burst into flames, shook off the flail and slashed straight at his back, while the enemies standing on the left and right sides of the bull also worked together, each attacking his vital parts!

The bull gently moved back half a step, his huge body bent and folded at an almost impossible angle, dodging the flail that arrived first, and then quickly grasped the handle of the axe with one arm, cut off the flail, and jumped up with his right foot, kicking the opponent on his back and easily solving the first one.

However, the other three Carinthia knights had already hailed up, and the bull had to dodge with the axe handle sideways, and firmly planted himself on the ground to prevent his feet from tripping over the debris, and several of them fought from across the road to the hillside, and the soldiers around him were busy dodging in both directions.

"Stop!"

The bull screamed, his hind legs were stuck in place, and his upper body swept forward with the handle of the axe, and the threatened enemy suddenly jumped away, leaving enough safety distance between the two sides, staring at the opponent intently, and seizing the time to catch his breath.

In fact, it was just a moment, and the three Carinthian knights cooperated to attack, and the bull danced like a hot wheel with a tomahawk, and he was quite measured between advance and retreat, and he did not fall behind at all with one enemy and three enemies.

However, the Carinthian knight on the opposite side was a little flustered when he saw that there were many people and could not be bullied, and the bull looked at the flaw, bowed like a cheetah pounced, and swept the hall like lightning.

The first person jumped away quickly, but the second one was tripped up, and in the process of falling to the ground, the bull jumped up, and made a powerful move to slash Huashan, and the unlucky Tianling cover was chopped in half, and the splashed ** was coated with blood and water, and it was slippery and became a red man.

The other was just about to get up, but the bull quickly stepped out, locked his legs and put him down again, and then followed by the tomahawk that he followed easily tore the protection of the chain mail and ended the knight's life.

In the blink of an eye, everyone lost their ability to react, immersed in the shock of the bull's powerful combat power, and if it weren't for the only remaining Carinthian knight who dropped his weapon and fled, it is estimated that the scene would have frozen for a while.

The Count of Augsburg found me in the crowd, looked at me from afar, and suddenly pulled out his dagger and stabbed it hard on the buttocks of the Duke of Carinthia's mount, and the painful warhorse man stood up, overturned the master on his back, and a few close attendants around him were just about to move, when they were hit by arrows fired from all sides, and fell straight to the ground, and the bull led the people to rush up, and slapped the back of the opponent's head, and the struggling Duke immediately fainted softly.

I sat in the hall of Augsburg, where I had left angrily before, trying to deal with the roast pigeon on the table, the honey-coated skin was crisp and golden, and the taste was like a freshly baked Peking duck, and my mouth was full of oil, and I almost gnawed down with my fingers, and in the empty hall I could only hear the sound of my mouth, and the Duke of Carinthia, who had not yet awakened, lay on the table, and his hands were tied with his back.

It may be that the aroma of roast pigeons is too tempting, the Duke who has been in a coma for a long time gradually regained his senses, he raised his head in a daze, his forehead was messily hanging down his head to cover his eyes, he wanted to reach out and straighten out, only then he was tied up firmly, he immediately came to his senses, and struggled twice to no avail, Rollo, who was standing behind him, pressed the shoulders of Duke Otto and turned his face stiffly to my side.

"Long time no see, Lord Duke."

I grinned and shaved a bone clean, wiped it on my chest, and then reached over my hand: "I didn't get to meet old friends like this." ”

Of course, Duke Otto, who was held down, could not shake my hand, and he obviously understood this as a kind of naked humiliation: "Hehe, I am still planted in your hands, Lord Randy, your bitter trick is too realistic, and your acting skills are definitely more superb than the clown at the Christmas banquet." ”

I wasn't so narrow-minded, completely ignoring the other party's cynicism, continuing to tear the wings of the roast pigeon, and replied casually: "If you don't act like a little bit, how can you be fooled?" However, Carinthia's thunderous offensive was really terrifying, and I was caught off guard and almost lost the whole of Bavaria. ”

"When I meet my opponent, I lose after all."

Duke Otto laughed self-deprecatingly, and his majestic ambition gradually became yesterday's yellow scorn: "Don't ask too much, I won't tell you anything, my fate is already doomed, even if you don't kill me with kindness, someone will want my life, and in addition, please leave me a whole body and send it back to the family cemetery in Speyel with dignity, my brother William, who is the bishop of Strasbourg, will be grateful for your kindness." ”

I nodded, knowing that no matter how much I asked, I couldn't find anything, and as for the behind-the-scenes driving force of his troops and the leakage of the mystery of Little Otto's background, it became an unsolved case:

"You are a great knight and will be treated with propriety, take my assurance of it." Duke Otto smiled gratefully at me and closed his eyes calmly, and I nodded at Rollo, who took out a strong hemp rope and tied a dead clasp around the Duke's neck.

(End of chapter)

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