Chopping melons and vegetables like chopping people in the mountains of Basel killed red-eyed, completely ignoring Rollo's roar of breaking his throat, the 351 gang rushed out of the phalanx and fought chaotically, and the good and strict phalanx scattered, as if the cotton socks with the warp threads were removed, and they were bald and buttoned in minutes.

These mountain people are really tough, but unfortunately the discipline is very poor, and the battle is comfortable and shouting is all nonsense, like a berserker who has opened a violent plug-in, bloody brain, and can't hold it down.

Looking at the past from the perspective of standing on the city wall, it was completely impossible to distinguish which was the enemy and which was me, Rollo was so angry that he kept stomping his feet but was helpless, so he had to shout and join the battle, taking advantage of the situation to defeat the enemy's arrogance.

The knight Luo Ze came to me with a bandage on his right arm, and his fighting spirit was still undiminished, and he said excitedly: "My lord, those Basel mud legs are quite capable of fighting, it is better to send knights to cooperate with the sweep now, you see, the enemy's formation is completely chaotic, and they will almost step on their feet and send them to hell!" ”

"Don't you remember your failures?"

I pushed back his words in a mean and bitter tone, and replied angrily: "The enemy is only temporarily out of order, the numerical advantage is still there, the Basel people are nothing more than a little upper hand with a momentum like a tiger, and the whole attack is clearly self-defeating, and when the reinforcements come up, I don't know how the mud legs died, you still want to continue to add troops to it, do you think today's losses are not enough?" ”

Knight Roze made me unable to raise my head with a series of quick words, and obediently kept silent.

Although the scolding is cool, it is difficult to accept watching his own people die as a commander: "Damn, my Rollo is still over there, he has to live!" ”

My words gave Knight Roze hope again, he looked at the Duke expectantly, eager for the opportunity to go to war again, where he had just folded his face, where he regarded honor as his life, he must get it back, and he must return it to the enemy!

Knight Luo Ze stepped forward and patted his chest and promised: "How do you tell me how to execute, my lord, please make a decision early, the military situation is urgent, I still say the same thing, the rabble of the enemy is not to worry, this time I will never make the mistake of underestimating the enemy again." ”

100,000 urgent? I don't know a hundred thousand urgent!

The horns of the reinforcements of the rebels blew loudly, the long spears and short knives of the forest were impenetrable, and the sound of the soldiers' steps was like an earth-shattering landslide, which shook the small wooden city of Kolico, and it was like a tiger.

"How many knights are there in the city who can fight?" After muttering for a long time, I finally asked quietly and lightly, but it ignited the fire in everyone's chest.

The crowd replied neatly: "The owner of every sword will charge for you!" ”

The moment I stepped on the stirrup, the long-lost passion in my chest scorched again, I thought that I would never regain the pleasure of Jin Ge Iron Horse in my life, the old injury on the waist has always made me avoid this kind of thing, although I have participated in many battles intermittently during the period, but the time when I led the troops to slash and kill in front of me has passed, and now I choose to sit firmly in the dispatch and command of the Chinese army, and use mental work to replace the physical labor of selling arms, and according to some kind of unspoken rules, The lord who occupies the high position of the duke is no longer responsible for combat tasks by default, and there are a lot of knights under him waiting to work hard to earn military merits, and your boss is still making a lot of fun!

My saddle is custom-made with an upward arch at the front and back, and the back one is higher and thicker than the front one to help hold the injured waist in place during bumps.

The saddle of this structure is specially made by me by virtue of memory, modeled after the style of later generations, and the bow in front can protect the lower abdomen from injury, otherwise you will be unlucky to be injured by stray arrows in the charge, and you will not be able to have grandchildren in the next life? The arch at the back strengthens the stability of the lumbar spine and ensures that the rider can adapt to long gallops, and the effect is equivalent to the thick leather belt common to nomads.

The horse harness of this era was not very perfect, and the invasion of the Magyars greatly promoted the transformation of the traditional infantry combat mode, so that the role of the cavalry gradually increased, and they learned the use of horse harness from the Magyars.

When the Huns were rampaging through Europe, the stirrup was a simple but significant accessory that had not yet been invented, and the Romans, who were against it, even held the handle on the horse's neck to control the horse, and the stirrup finally freed the hands of the cavalry, making it possible to fight on horseback with a weapon, and also made the knight with a helmet and armor able to carry a spear like a heavy tank on a rampage.

Think of the comical appearance of a group of knights in armor without stirrups and halters, having to clamp their legs and cling their arms to the horse's neck!

The squire was about to pass the spear, and I waved his hand to stand aside, and drove my mount to turn to face the spirited knights, who, seeing that the Duke had something to say, stopped what they were doing, and stared at me intently, thousands of eyes radiating the same scorching light.

"God's most pious warriors, the steely cornerstone of Germany."

I shouted as loudly as I could, so that everyone present could hear my voice, and the soldiers on the city wall and the attendants who came and went to carry supplies also gathered, eagerly awaiting the next speech of the Duke.

"It's fate, isn't it? Fate has brought us from all over the world together for the same purpose, different origins, different upbringings, different families and identities, but this does not affect the loyalty of each sincere servant to the Lord to leap in the same rhythm, we should thank God, not complain about the current critical situation, and thank the great Lord for giving us the opportunity to test our piety. ”

"Praise the Lord!"

"For God!"

"Hooray!"

People cheered excitedly because of the pride of my pre-war speech.

"Outside the city are the traps of rebels and devils, and our comrades are overwhelmed and struggling to support them, those Basel peasants, yes. Born from humble backgrounds, their ordinary lives are as worthless as ants, but their piety and bravery to God are enough to exchange for the admiration of the most respected nobles! ”

Speaking of excitement, even the pain of my arm touching the hilt of the sword could hardly distract me: "Please take a good look at your comrades-in-arms, and then deeply engrave their images into your mind, remember!" It is they who have fought side by side with you, covering your flanks, shielding you from stray arrows, so that you can move forward without looking back, we will continue to attack a point of the enemy's position, and it is not a pity to die one after another, forward, Sword of God! ”

"God bless Germany!"

The knights raised their spears in excitement and let out a deafening cry, and everyone seemed to have a raging flame behind them, ready to crush any obstacle that appeared in the way with overwhelming force, such warriors were difficult to defeat.

"Open the gates and go!"

I turned back my horse's head and ran to the front of the line, took the spear handed by my squire, and the four hooves of my mount under my crotch tread the ground impatiently, eager to rush out of the cage to bathe in the bloody wind, the wooden fence of the city gate was slowly pulled up, and the smoke of gunpowder billowed outside, I squinted my eyes and urged the horse to move first.

Led by Rollo, the Basel mountain people stood tall in the face of the enemy's frantic attack, and the usually inconspicuous mountain people were like herring in the sea, small and difficult to detect when they were alone, and once they were gathered into a group, the strength of unity was enough to compete with the bloodthirsty sharks.

When the lives of themselves and their compatriots are threatened, every Basel person is possessed by the god of war, resolutely and stubbornly aiming at the opponent to beat to death, the spear is broken and cut with a small hand axe, the axe blade is dulled and then replaced by the neck of Soler, and finally the rope is broken and goes up directly to hold and fall, pinching with his hands and biting with his teeth!

The number of rebels is too large to fight but it is difficult to continue, the combined strength of the two is comparable to that of the mountain people, Rao is the people of Basel are brave and fearless, the two fists are really invincible to the four hands, no matter how fierce the lion can not kill the wolves, after a long time, the mountain people gradually lose their physical strength, many people were made by several enemies in partnership, and there are faint signs of loosening the formation.

The vibration of hundreds of horses galloping attracted the side eyes of both sides in the fierce battle, but the faces showed different expressions, the excitement of the people of Basel and the panic of the rebels, in stark contrast, but unfortunately they were too deeply entangled with each other, and it was impossible to break away from the battle line, and the final decisive moment finally came.

I clung to the flap behind the saddle, my body straightened, and the damp wind struck my face like a half-dried towel, and soon my cheeks were wet, and the water on my eyelashes blurred my vision, and pulled the scuffling crowd into strange beasts.

I could clearly feel the muscles of the mount under my crotch gradually stiffening, and the four hooves of the sturdy feet vigorously stomped on the ground, which indicated that it had reached its optimal running condition, and I immediately leveled the spear in my hand, the rear end of which was against the belt hook behind the saddle, and my arm clamped the spear shaft hard, locking on my target.

"Boom!"

The moment the spear pierced the enemy, the spear shaft was shattered into powder, and the other party was also hit by a strong impact and flew out, eighty percent couldn't get up again, at this moment I couldn't control the rhythm of the war horse at all, I could only let it plunge into the enemy bush with the current, between the lightning and the fire, a horse and horses knocked over several rebel soldiers one after another, and I pulled out the long sword hanging on the side of the saddle with my back and cut off the head of an unlucky man.

Any roar on the battlefield of thousands of troops and horses will not help, and no one will hear you shout at all, so the instructions to come with me and rush to me are purely self-talking, and the cooperation of echoing with my comrades, all relying on the usual tacit understanding and body movements, I dodged the spear in embarrassment, and took the opportunity to raise my eyes to look at the surrounding situation, only to find that I was alone and far away from the nearest knight in Nijmegen, and completely lost the screen.

"Oh my God, you damned brute!"

I kicked my mount in the stomach hard, the stinging pain of the spurs making it run more and more frantically, and it would be counterproductive to pull the reins and force the horse to turn around, so I had to run all the way to the dark.

"Drink!"

The steel-hardened sword easily sliced through the spear held up by the enemy's head, and broke in two along with his tattered half-stretched body, and the rotten fleshy lower body took two steps forward, as if realizing that it had lost contact with the brain that commanded the operation, and fell to the ground without strength.

The galloping war horse threw off the severed corpse in a different place far away, and the deeper the enemy group became denser, the excited mount with a bloody wound finally had no way to enter, and the desolate man in the face of the enemy's high guns and halberds stood up, unwilling but helpless to look up to the sky and roar.

I rolled off the horse, and the moment I landed on the ground, there was a piercing pain in my spine, and I almost didn't stand up, but the instinct to survive was like a highly effective stimulant, injecting endless energy into the body, and three or five rebel soldiers chopped the fallen war horse into pulp in minutes, and then stared at me with scarlet eyes!

"No matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives ......"

Somehow, such a line suddenly popped up in my mind, to say that our standard strong man body inherited from the host, coupled with a long time of actual combat martial arts training, it is easy to deal with a few bandits who are inferior to themselves in all aspects.

The tragedy of the war in the era of cold weapons is beyond people's imagination, any gorgeous depiction of the text, in the face of the bloody reality is pale and powerless, you can imagine when you were a child in the countryside to kill pigs for the New Year, four or five strong men tried their best to press down a fattened black pig and tie it strongly, so it can be inferred that it is a hundred times smarter than pigs, and how spectacular the scene of human beings fighting each other with weapons is not to mention that the base of this fight is in thousands, five thousand strong men against a thousand fat pigs, Far from being a linguistic facsimile.

What should I do if I can't beat it? Run!

You say that the escape of the dignified Duke of the Empire is really a bargain?

When your life is gone, what kind of courtesy, righteousness and shame are you talking about! The traitor wolf roared suddenly, I threw away my helmet without saying a word and turned around and ran, it was faster than when I was riding a horse, and my waist and eyes didn't hurt strangely, where is it safe under the chaos of the army?

Of course, it is safest to hide behind my own people, so I can probably identify the position of the enemy and the enemy, find the position of the Basel mountain people, throw off my arms and play with my life, the wind swept past my ears, and the skin hurt.

"Rollo save me!"

Regardless of whether he could hear it or not, I ran and shouted hysterically with all my might, "Kill ......"

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