The sound of arrows streaking across the sky is especially clear on the tense battlefield where everyone is swallowing their voices, especially like a fully loaded airliner whistling past you, but the oppressive feeling of feathers whining through the air makes your scalp tingle.

I raised my head and sent the arrows slowly into an unsightly shadow, rising to the highest point and descending rapidly, weaving an impenetrable web that enveloped the attacking enemy.

Perhaps it was too far away, or perhaps the cheers of our soldiers were too loud, and I watched as the arrows tore through the enemy's defenses like candles stuck in a cake, nailing countless lives to still sculptures on the ground, but I could not hear a single scream or groan.

Kohler on this side was already directing the archers to prepare for the third salvo, rushing to the front of the four phalanxes of Polish mixed infantry, after two rounds of blows, although the damage was heavy, but still maintained a strong charging momentum, close to the forward position where the mercenaries were.

"What a stubborn soldier!" I shook my head and admired, my eyes were full of envy and longing, the fighting power of the Poles was far beyond my imagination, and it was by no means comparable to those straw bales in Gniezno, it must be the elite of a hundred battles directly under the Grand Duke.

The first thing we saw was only the most ordinary infantry, and it was absolutely a miracle that it had not collapsed even though the battle losses were more than 30%.

The collapse of armies was a common phenomenon in the Middle Ages, and both sides of the war were accustomed to fighting a good battle, and there were many examples of defeats at the first blow, and sometimes a warrior's strength to turn the tide could often cause a devastating chain effect, coupled with the false rumors of the common people and the addition of the bards, myths and epics came into being, fooling the young minds of young knights.

By the time the fourth round of arrow rain was fired, the mixed infantry had already fought with the mercenaries who were waiting for the battle, and many people climbed up with their antlers, and were waiting for the mercenaries with spears, and the spears were pierced into a sieve, but the follow-up soldiers were not afraid of death, and stepped on the corpses of their predecessors to continue to impact.

The hoplites who followed behind held their shields aloft and advanced slowly like bulldozers, and the rain of arrows that poured down did nothing to them, even if a few of them were lucky enough to get through the gaps in the dense combination of shields, and hit the heavy armor like dust blowing on their cheeks, only a few unfortunate people who were not favored by God, were pierced into the neck and soft underbelly of the armor, and staggered to the ground and died.

The Polish soldiers took advantage of the numerical advantage and quickly gained the upper hand, and the mixed infantry, after paying a heavy number of casualties, finally opened the way to attack with a mountain of corpses, and the antlers that hindered the advance of the heavy infantry were destroyed and moved aside, and the mercenaries no longer had a barrier to hold onto, and the infantry screamed excitedly to re-energize their morale.

There are only 200 mercenary formations, looming unstable but not yet collapsing, thanks to Jensen and his Overseers, who play the role of the mainstay in them, to put it more bluntly, a terrifying deterrent, as long as there are mercenaries who are cowering, they are all killed on the spot by the Overseers to set an example.

Another important reason is that between the two positions, I have placed an additional antler barrier, in order to prevent the enemy from breaking through the forward position, their cavalry can easily launch a charge, but I did not expect to become a barrier to prevent the mercenaries from escaping.

When Leonardo recruited them, he had already paid a commission equivalent to ten times the normal amount, and before the war, I encouraged the distribution of spoils in kind, so that I persuaded the mercenary leader to agree to place his soldiers at the front of the entire position, and when they really faced the enemy, they found that there was a strong enemy in front of them and obstacles behind them, and they became two angry rats in the bellows, squeezing between the positions to withstand the attack, maybe the leader of the mercenaries is scolding my eighteenth generation ancestors with blood on his face at the moment, or not, I don't know my European ancestors well!

The hoplites followed the gap opened by their predecessors, rushed into the mercenaries' already thin defense line, like a harvester roaring across the wheat stalks, with irresistible power, bulldozing the opponents who were still resisting at the end, the dozens of mercenaries did not see the relaxed appearance of laughing and scolding on weekdays, and even the fatigue of fighting did not even have the strength to fight back, so they could only numbly hold the weapon, watching themselves being pierced by spears, the wounds were gushing blood, and the soul was painful but tenaciously attached to ** and refused to leave.

They sat on each other's corpses, waiting for time to pass, praying that a well-meaning enemy would come and stab them in the head and end the torment of life worse than death.

"The convex position has been completely lost, and the enemy continues to attack forward!" Rollo shouted, and this dragged me back from my own world, Kohler was organizing a new volley of archers, and the Poles would pay the price of blood for every step they took at the distance leading to the pikemen's position.

"Order Kohler to use armor-piercing arrows, and don't leave the enemy's Guards cavalry, they won't be dispatched for a while, and solving the current dilemma is the top priority." I glanced at the Polish heavy infantry, which had suffered little loss, and regrouped into a phalanx, and hurriedly gave Rollo orders.

"My lord, we don't have a lot of armor-piercing arrows...... Rollo didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was obvious, he felt that it was not cost-effective to waste precious arrows on the infantry, and besides, the progress of the battle was as bad as expected, as long as the enemy's cavalry pressed at the right time, it would definitely be difficult for us to turn over.

"Execute the order." I waved my hand, not wanting to dwell on the issue, but instead carefully observing the situation on the battlefield.

In the past, I always saw the famous generals and strategists in the movies, and with a casual sweep of the concave shape, they could find the enemy's flaws and turn the tide, but why did I almost stare away, and I didn't find anything wrong with Bolesław's arrangement, not even a stupid person who walked smoothly.

Huang Tian paid off, and the enemy finally changed somewhat.

Wait, why haven't I even had the slightest spark of wisdom!

The two archer phalanxes arranged on the two flanks of the infantry phalanx, and two of the four light cavalry regiments suddenly started, and the light cavalry covered the relatively weakly protected archers in front, spreading out the ranks just like the two wings of a wild goose outflanking them, and they quickly bypassed the messy battlefield just now, and had reached the same level as the infantry!

"Let the two infantry teams on the far side of the left and right flanks run and attack, try to intercept the enemy in front of the position, and never let the archers shoot us as they want!" When I found the enemy's mixed cavalry combination, the first thing that flashed in my mind was the sight of my own infantry being shot down by arrows like leeks, and I could only think of the only way to entangle the Poles at this moment while they were still on their feet.

The rain of arrows continued to pour, like a sharp whistling soul talisman falling from the sky, one after another screams, penetrating all kinds of chaotic noises on the battlefield and drifting into my ears, making people sour from the bottom of their hearts to the root of their teeth, after a few rounds of salvos, more than half of the mixed infantry was reduced, and most of them lost their combat ability and lay in place groaning, just blocking the way of the heavy infantry.

I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth and thank God, thanks to the enemy's mixed infantry with almost no armor and desperate charges, the lethality of the arrow rain was greatly improved, and all those who were caught were killed by injuries.

As soon as the two infantry teams that undertook the task of blocking the attack walked out of the position, they were discovered by the Polish cavalry, and the light cavalry immediately dispersed into a loose line, covering the archers behind them, urging the horses to move forward and collide with the soldiers, and suddenly a group of people turned on their backs, and the infantry, which added up to barely one hundred and fifty people, was soon surrounded by cavalry that exceeded their number by ten times, just like the stuffing in the pure meat buns in the black-hearted snack department, which was just so big that the pimple meat was not enough for the enemy to drink.

Fortunately, the recruits are all descendants of Nijmegen, many of whom are from the New Guard, and they are also a little educated, and the loyalty to the monarch instilled for a long time allows them to carry out orders without changing their faces even in the face of strong enemies, and fight to the last man.

They received special training from the bull, learned the style of fighting that he summed up, and did not follow the usual path to deal with the cavalry, but only chopped the horse's legs by clinging to the waist of the war horse and the cat, and played a trick of fishing in troubled waters, which made the Polish cavalry extremely uncomfortable, unable to use left and right, and could not save each other.

The cavalry behind was anxious and stared, but was blocked by the miserable neighing war horses and wounded comrades in front of them, and watched the infantry slash one by one, and wiped the neck of the Poles who were pressed under the war horses and groaned, like slaughtering chickens at Christmas, faintly gaining the upper hand, and completing the task of blocking the enemy cavalry.

I pursed my lips and was not as excited as the others, frowning worriedly, even if my own warriors fought well, but the disadvantage of one to ten in numbers was difficult to make up, and when the enemy came to his senses and swarmed up, a hundred and ten people would be chopped into mashed meat, broken like dumpling filling.

"The enemy infantry broke through the firing range of the archers and was already destroying the antlers!"

Rollo loudly reported the situation on the battlefield, I withdrew my eyes from the Polish light cavalry and looked at the front, although the Polish mixed infantry was wounded but more and more tenacious, this group of barbarians fought very bloody, I don't know what kind of perverted decoction Bolesław was poured in, more than sixty percent of the battle damage is still being carried hard, but all the limbs are sound and can move, one by one injected with chicken blood like crazy impact antler obstacles, quite the legacy of the Guslav Ladies fighting for the first, shocked me almost fell off the horse, I muttered in my heart: If the enemy is all so desperate, even if Lu Bu is reincarnated, he will have to finish the game!

"You go over in person and order the pikemen to stay in formation, and don't attack in advance!"

I bit my fingers and struggled to make a decision: "The remaining two infantry phalanxes are all pressed up, don't let the Polish infantry destroy the antlers, and press the enemy to the ground for me!" After saying this, I prayed in my heart to all known gods to bless me, and prayed that they would turn the soldiers of Nijmegen into unbeatable PLA uncles!

(End of chapter)