Tingson seemed to understand, he raised his head to observe the Normandy army that was slowly forming and preparing to march, and frowned thoughtfully, I picked up two pieces of dirt as a model for deduction, and continued to compare on the map:

"The river has a turn along the mountain, and the passable road has become narrow here, and if the enemy is ready to retreat, this is the way to go, and it is impossible for such a large army to pass quickly, so it can only march step by step, and the speed at which different armies pass is different, and the distance will be slowly widened, I don't think the rest needs to be explained, right?"

Several people stared at each other in a sudden realization, and Jensen licked his dry lips, as if he had seen a life-and-death battle for a while, and he was full of interest: "You mean, we dealt a fatal blow when the infantry and guards in Normandy passed through the narrow road and had to open a distance?" ”

"No, it was at the moment when the guards and Duke Richard's team separated, concentrated their forces and attacked suddenly, quickly separated the guards with cavalry, and took advantage of the chaos to capture the black duke in Normandy."

I stood up and re-attached my sword to my belt, tightened the chain mail on my body, squinted my eyes and pondered for a moment, and added, as if I had made up my mind:

"If the situation is urgent, Duke Richard can be killed on the spot, and the army of Normandy can be completely collapsed, in short, everything is aimed at victory by unscrupulous means, understand?"

Hans, you look at me, I look at your face, although in this era the phenomenon of restraint is not an unforgivable sin, lowly peasants kill knights more noble than themselves is not uncommon, but really kill a famous duke with his own hands, no one will inevitably be frightened, especially Hans, who has been a servant for a long time, and the most respectful and humble thoughts, can hardly believe his ears, staring at the eyes at a loss.

"Act now!"

I mounted my horse with the help of Rollo, wrapped the reins of my horse around my hand a few times and tightened it, stretched out my arm and made a forward gesture, and watched the cavalry who were turning on the horseback one after another, and ordered energetically: "Man and horse, put the sticks in their mouths, march silently, and go!" ”

The enemy army was slowly passing through the bends of the road, the river was running and turning in the other direction, and the aquatic reeds and weeds occupied the already modest space, turning the poor road into a muddy swamp.

The Norman archers waded through the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the heavy infantry in heavy armor dodged the relatively flat road near the foot of the mountain, and the grumbling of the soldiers even overshadowed the rushing river on the side, and after they passed, the muddy path became the surface of the moon as if it had been hit by a meteor shower, and the potholes were full of ravines, and I really couldn't understand why the Normans chose such a place to camp.

"Thank God, big brother, for taking care of the little brother so much."

I kissed the cross around my neck and found a plausible explanation for the stupidity of the Duke of Normandy.

The cross was a wedding gift from Princess Serena of Flanders, my now legal wife, and it is said that the gold encased the bones of a martyr saint was a precious treasure inherited from the Earl's family and could bring good luck to wearers, although I was not so fond of hanging the bones of dead men on my body to show off in the market.

A noisy voice caught my attention, the guards were already halfway over, the carriage carrying the Duke of Richard's personal belongings was stuck in the mud puddle left by the soldiers passing by, and the wheels were as if they were being grabbed tightly by their hands, and the guards behind came up to help push the cart, and then had to stop where they were, and at this moment, except for a small group of heavy infantry behind the palace, and the vassals who gathered around him, the entire flank of the Duke of Normandy near our ambush was empty!

"That's so good buddy, when I go back, I'll hang all the bones of dead people I can find on my body to ward off evil spirits!"

How could I miss such a wonderful fighter, the reins of the warhorse like an arrow off the string, slammed out of the forest in a posture falling from the sky, and sliced fiercely into the stunned enemy.

After knocking over three Normandy guards who rushed up in succession, the galloping war horse finally lost the advantage of charging, stopped in the dense crowd and stomped uneasily, disliked the environment of swords and swords, and wanted to leave this Shura field where two-legged erect creatures were fighting.

The enemies who came up from all directions waved the weapons in their hands, and I couldn't parry them with the left and right hooks, and I was almost knocked down several times, and the old wounds on my waist were very uncompromisingly pulling half of my body like tearing, and the crowd in front and back made me unable to move, so I could only defend myself in vain.

The Duke of Normandy was quickly protected, and his vassals formed a human wall, tightly surrounding it at the core, and his attendants and personal guards clutched their weapons and wrapped them in layers like dumpling wrappers.

After paying the price of many people being knocked off by galloping horses, the Normans finally took control of the situation on the battlefield, the Guards used hand-to-hand combat to stop us, and then divided and surrounded us one by one, and the infantry in front also jumped over the carriage that was broken in the middle of the road after seeing the urgency of the situation, or simply waded directly into the water to rush to support, and the planned sudden blow turned sour, and I was like a self-righteous gluttonous rat, patrolling around the rat trap, jumping and throwing myself into the net.

"My lord, the situation doesn't seem to be good, this group of Normans is simply crazy, they don't want to kill themselves to crash into the galloping warhorses, use their flesh and blood to slow down the impact of the cavalry, rush forward and rush over one after another, and then dexterously close to the dogfight, several people against one, our warriors have suffered heavy casualties, neither fighting skills nor numbers have the upper hand!"

Hans said as he quickly dodged the enemy's spear, split his opponent in half with his sword, and pushed away the heavy corpse, so that he finally came to me and stood back to back, helping me to relieve the pressure on my body.

"I'll cover your retreat! Otherwise, the enemy will gather more and more, and it will be difficult to fly even if you have wings in a while. ”

I stared hatefully at the Duke of Normandy hiding behind the layers of human walls, and the girl actually squeezed at me, smug and disdainful overflowing, and I lost my temper, but the soldiers around me were cut down by the enemy one by one, and the stumps and broken arms were intertwined with screams and splashes of blood, and the stinging reality reminded me that I had to make a choice immediately, and the enemy's heavy infantry also rushed over one after another, holding shields to join the battle group, making the disparity between the strength of the enemy and us even more great, and the planned sneak attack and decapitation operation was a failure.

"Retreat, my lord!"

Tinson ran up to me with his face covered in blood, he covered his stomach with his hand, an ugly scar was flowing out of the blood of no visible color, pressing hard to make sure his intestines didn't slide out, and a cavalryman put his shoulder on his shoulder to make sure he didn't fall.

"After I came to the palace, it is estimated that it will be difficult for me to ride a horse again with this injury on my body, so I simply stayed and killed to cover the retreat of the adults!"

I can't think about it, the axes thrown by the heavy infantry rained down.

The battle was decided, Duke Charles reappeared on the horse, the black armor made him look very tall, shrugged his shoulders like an invincible god of war, and the Normandy lion flag behind him proudly waved in the wind.

Chopping down the hands and feet on the ground and crawling to escape, the Normandy guards pulled out their battle axes from the stiff corpses, staring at us as if they were watching fat sheep on the grill, and the heavy infantry formed a dense phalanx with shields, slowly advancing forward, with a firm and orderly pace like a clarion call for death to crush the desire to survive in everyone's hearts.

"Retreat!"

The death of the soldiers around me was a stark reminder of the fury, and the pointlessness of continuing to dwell on the original plan, and the possibility of losing my own life, the almost invincible cavalry charge of the Middle Ages, met Waterloo in the face of the overwhelming force of the Normans.

The enemy did not fall apart, as in most cases, but instead pestered us at the cost of his life, buying time and a better fighting position for his comrades behind him, and from this point of view alone, the Norman warriors were definitely respectable opponents and formidable enemies, extremely team-minded soldiers.

A group of simple-minded lunatics who are not afraid of death!

This is my assessment of the muscular Tall Horse Norman warriors, who do not seem to have lost their Viking ancestors and rode the dragon-headed warships with a surging momentum.

Knocking away the shield of the heavy infantry behind me, stabbing the long sword into the exposed gap, stirring up the world and raining blood, I kicked down the slashed enemy, and ran desperately out on his tumbling body, Hans took several cavalry to cover left and right, Jensen was almost unable to hold on, almost fainted, fell on the soldier holding him, and was unconsciously dragged forward.

There were corpses chopped up to a blur of flesh and blood, and war horses struggling to escape, and even the ownerless weapons thrown on the ground stumbled and stumbled, stumbling in search of a way out.

"Drink!"

I breathed heavily, the chain mail on my body was like a chain locked in my chest, and my undulating heart and lungs were about to explode, and I struggled to pull my sword out of the deep corpse, and almost sat on the ground, but thanks to Hans's timely support, I did not fall.

"There's no way ahead, my lord, it's full of heavy infantry with shields, like a slowly advancing brick wall, and there are hardly any flaws to be found!"

Hans wiped the blood from his face, spat at the ground, and changed the cavalryman's saber to his left hand: "Let's cross the river, judging from the turbulence of the water, it should not be very deep, at most it does not reach the neck, you can go through the stones, and that is the last hope of escape!" ”

I stared at the dark green river that flowed slowly, a few boulders standing abruptly in the river broke the waves, revealing only small sharp corners, and the not very wide water surface was like a silky silk, ironed along the folds and scattered.

"Could it be that I have become the second Liu Bei of Ma Yuetanxi? It's a pity that there is no handsome Lu to save me! ”

Murmuring like this, the enemy is getting closer and closer, and our soldiers are like small waves on the river, drowning in the rolling torrent in a slight flash.

(End of chapter)