"Hit me hard!"

Before I could finish my words, the impatient archers couldn't wait to release the bowstring, and the heavy infantry, who had just gotten up from the ground, could only watch as the feathered arrows grew bigger and bigger in their field of vision, smoothly sinking into the muscles and bones, and the pain of the skin and flesh made them scream hysterically, but more arrows drilled into the open mouth as if they had installed a scope, piercing alive!

The Poles retreated with a strange scream, leaving behind the wounded who were still struggling, and the light cavalry, whose relatives could not bear to look directly at their miserable comrades, also followed the cover heavy infantry to slowly retreat.

I calmly stared at a Polish man with feathered arrows in both eyes, crawling over the twisted corpse with blood on his face, he couldn't see anything, but instinctively wanted to leave this Shura field, but slowly exhausted his strength, and curled up weakly waiting for death.

Perhaps he didn't understand until he saw God why he was so easily killed wearing the heavy armor carefully crafted by the Eastern Romans, who was considered to be the strongest soldier, but was repeatedly frustrated by the tattered and seemingly thin pikemen phalanx, and he was just as unwilling as other Polish soldiers who died in battle.

The heavy infantry, who could not attack twice, suffered a battle loss of just over two percent, and it stands to reason that they still have the strength to continue the attack, but their morale has been lost to the frightened birds, although they are so angry that the roots of their teeth are itching and helpless, pushing each other and refusing to take another half step, the light cavalry is crowded among the infantry, and they do not dare to make rash moves when they patrol, and there are endless little tricks in Nijmegen I don't know how many more, and no one wants to die in vain.

Just as we were glad to catch our breath, a deep trumpet sounded from Bolesław's main formation, and the Guards cavalry, the core of the whole army, and the remaining two light cavalry heard the sound.

Grand Duke Mieshko spent a lot of money to build an elite modeled after the armored cavalry of the Eastern Romans, just like the pure brand German mechanics of the party-state, and it was enough to scare the rabble just by going to that station without a shot.

Since Belisarius's military reforms, the Eastern Romans have relied on this armed force, which blends the best of Eastern and Western cavalry, to defeat waves of invaders who are trying to overthrow the empire.

In the plains, the armored cavalry is a very suitable combat unit against unarmored cavalry and infantry.

Each rider of the armored cavalry was a carefully selected warrior, skilled in the use of spears and bows on horseback, and learned command and tactics for a long time, so that the troops could advance and retreat in an orderly manner, without being rigid in order to enforce orders, and could flexibly change according to the situation on the battlefield.

Poland's rise has always been influenced and protected by Germany, and now the feathers want to uningratitude and peck at the giants around them, and instead wag their tails to the distant Emperor of Constantinople and beg for mercy, and learn from the Eastern Roman traditions from top to bottom, such as the Romanesque shield-wielding heavy infantry and the Guards cavalry.

"Is it finally here......" I muttered to myself, clutching the wooden spear in my hand.

This was the first time I had met the legendary heavy cavalry on the battlefield, and although I had fought many times with knights from all over the world and the so-called heavy cavalry, the armored cavalry of the Eastern Romans had always been worshipped as the god of the battlefield.

The heavy armor on the horses alone is worth a fortune, not to mention that it costs almost as much gold to train a good rider, and if it is not for the strength of the country, it is impossible to equip such a powerful cavalry.

Because the Eastern Romans implemented the military district peasant and soldier system of the army, which was not like the feudal system of Western Europe, the ordinary people did not have the ability to arm themselves into cavalry, so the armored cavalry were all professional soldiers, supported by the treasury, and all the time was spent on martial arts training and tactical learning, and gradually cultivated into excellent killing machines, the ultimate nemesis of all arms on land.

In order to win the trust of the purple-robed emperor of Constantinople, Grand Duke Mieshko had to wag his tail and beg for a high price, buy obsolete cavalry armor from the Eastern Romans, and invite high-spirited Roman instructors to recruit the best war horses in the country.

Although the armored cavalry was soon organized in the same way as the Eastern Romans, without a tactical education and a real baptism of war, the Polish cloned Guards cavalry was nothing more than a beautiful spectacle, which could frighten the Slavic barbarians and the infantry of the Kievan Rus' on the plains.

The cavalry of the guards in front of him skillfully controlled the horses, these best Nordic war horses were amazingly powerful, the tall and sturdy skeleton alone was enough to dwarf the most sturdy boars, they were able to carry the cavalry with heavy armor on their backs and run at full speed, the gorgeous feathers decorated with the tail of the saddle, jumping up and down with the bumps, it seemed to be very imposing, but it was a pity that the array that should have been strict from time to time had people go in and out of the destruction formation, you must know that strict discipline is the foundation of the Eastern Romans has always been invincible, This flaw alone speaks of the rush of the Poles, who simply puffed out their cheeks and blew into a gorgeous balloon large enough, which would burst with a slight pricking of a needle.

As the tremor of the enemy approaching the ground became more and more intense, I looked down at the pebbles on the ground dancing excitedly, my heart beating with them, my blood pressure soaring to a blasting height, and I felt that every capillary under my scalp was filled with boiling blood, about to break through the restraints and burst.

Licking my dry lips, I bit my tongue and looked up, the Guards cavalry had loosened the reins of the horse, urging the horse to raise its hooves and gallop, the kind of overwhelming oppression that no human with normal senses could bear.

"Stay in formation!"

I stood among the soldiers with my sword held high, shouting at the top of my voice, obviously feeling that they were the same fear as myself, no way, it was like standing alone in the middle of a narrow alley, facing the fire-breathing dragon that roared and rushed over, no one would inevitably turn their legs and stomach and beat the drums in their hearts, the reason why they continued to stand by my side, apart from the trust in the lord, could they find any justified reason?

"Hold on!" My voice was almost torn, but no one noticed it, and they all stared intently at the approaching Guards cavalry, their sluggish or frightened expressions resting vividly on everyone's faces, as if there was a countdown death knell above their heads, silently counting the remaining time of their lives.

The cavalry of the Guards was only a few hundred meters away from us, and for the horses that had already gained speed, such a short distance was approaching, and they lowered their spears in their hands and crouched on their horses, ready for the final charge.

I was so short of breath that I could not control myself, my chest was so stuffy that it was like a time bomb, in danger of exploding at any moment, and the reflection of the sharp blades of the spears of the Polish cavalry, as if with a temperature that could burn my pupils, forced me to squint.

Just thinking like this, they advanced a few dozen meters, and the armor pieces on the front row of cavalry could be clearly counted, I listened to the sound of the upper and lower teeth constantly fighting, and imagined that I had become William Wallace, whose face was painted with blue oil paint on his face and did not change his face in the tens of millions of troops, who knew that it was difficult to be a hero, and barely squeezed out the order from his throat: "Keep it up!" Don't move! ”

The Polish cavalry crossed the stakes marking the hundred-meter line at their feet, but none of them found the inconspicuous mark, and the charge that remained at this distance was absolutely certain to them, and the thin spears in the hands of the soldiers of Nijmegen were nothing more than finely sharpened cork sticks, which would break as easily as rotten wood under the power of the heavily armored cavalry, and then began their best killing, tearing the German phalanx through the middle, as easily as they tore off the ties of the busty dancer's skirt when they were drunk.

The stones marked fifty meters were thrown up by the raised horses' hooves and a lot of mud with grass roots, but they still did not attract attention, how could the cavalry, who were full of only wanting to kill, waste their time thinking about the appearance of such strange stones on this gently undulating hillside, they clamped the horse's belly one after another, shrunk their bodies into a streamline that was integrated with the horse's back, and comfortably enjoyed the air flow caressing their cheeks, their faces were full of bloodthirsty longing, counting down the last distance.

"Retreat!"

I put down my sword and raised the red horn flag in my right hand, and the soldiers immediately turned into a front team and retreated quickly but in an orderly manner, just stopping at the edge of the shadow cast on the ground by the castle of the Green Mountain to rearrange the formation, the wings stretched forward in a reverse arc, the pikemen stood in front of them with the extra-long spears that had been placed here in advance to form the first line of defense, the warriors with superior arms used sharp wooden throws, the spears stood behind them, the archers put the last few armor-piercing arrows on the bowstrings, and the whole army completed the change without delay.

The Guards cavalry were obviously stunned by our sudden shift in position, but the horses that were already galloping at full speed could no longer make any adjustments, and could only rush over, their twinkling eyes as if praying for God to bless them, and that the Germans on the opposite side should not ambush any more despicable and insidious tricks, and perhaps the Poles believed that with absolutely strong armor, we cowardly fat men living in castles would beg for mercy.

"Armored cavalry, yes? It's awesome, isn't it? The corners of my mouth hooked a sneer, grandpa was just a trick to lure the enemy, throwing himself as fat on the board to attract vicious dogs, naturally I was afraid of the bottomless, but unfortunately this time and that, now back to the reserve position, it's time to change you Poles as bait!

"Ready!" I raised my sword above my head, closed one eye and aimed at the Guards cavalry who was rushing to the front, while pitiful him in the iron box and about to be concussed, while calculating the remaining horsepower of his mount, the other party's distorted expression made me a little sick to my stomach, especially the big black mole on my chin, so please stop here!

"Up!"

With the grievances and revenge of being picked up by the enemy as a rabbit, I couldn't wait to shout out the order, at the same time the soldiers in the front row suddenly tightened the rope in their hands, and the Polish cavalry galloped on the road suddenly erected a sharp wooden fence in front of it, startled the war horse neighed and stood up, turned over and pressed his master to the ground, the cavalry who followed behind had no time to turn, so he had to rely on his riding skills, try to hold the reins and control the mount to jump over the obstacle, but he didn't expect to expose the unprotected belly under the vest, It was this moment that the soldiers with throwing guns had been waiting for for a long time, and they did not hesitate to throw it with all their might, only to see the screams of dust flying, and the corpses of the tragically dead war horses were scattered all over the field.

(End of chapter)