Squinting my eyes, I said to myself, "Sure enough, someone is just as they thought, and the heavy rain is a good opportunity to sneak attack." ”

The Slavs cautiously approached the camp in Nijmegen by the noise of the rain, stopped their advance behind a dirt slope, and all the enemies fell silently on the ground waiting for the order to attack, even if the mud and water splashed everywhere, the shields held above their heads were spliced together to block the rainstorm falling from the sky, and the first few people poked their heads out to spy on the movement of the camp, and it seemed that they should be the leaders of the enemy.

"How's the preparation going?"

I couldn't help but be excited about the arrival of an opponent, and the pain in my lower back seemed to become less unbearable, and this feeling was like a pervert hiding in the women's toilet in the middle of the night and waiting, and finally a beautiful woman with a graceful figure came to the toilet.

"Let the Slavs eat the dog! By the way, we will also test the loyalty of the Valangian Guard, if they are still wild and untamed, we will not be afraid of trouble, so we will simply clean up all the brains, so as to save many long nights in the future. ”

Luo Luo made a reassuring gesture: "Lord Bull has already led people to copy their back road, the bonfire in the tent of the pikemen's camp is still lit, and there are dummies in armor outside the main tent, the enemy would never have imagined that we had already prepared, and the Valangian guards did not understand the situation, or you are superior!" ”

I didn't go any further, but turned my face to observe the movements of the Slavs, who seemed to be complacent about the smooth progress of the plan, and arranged the task of arranging a task for the several leaders around me, as if to divide the troops to outflank the other possible escape routes in the camp in Nijmegen, and prepare to catch us all.

Judging from their numbers and the quality of their soldiers, there were about a thousand strong warriors, and the wide area between the dirt slopes opposite the abandoned city and the small lowlands at the edge of the forest, covered with Slavs with shields and axes, was probably a combination of several nearby tribes, or it could be a large tribe that operated in Bylenmarko, such as the Lyutiqi, the Chichukos, and so on.

On the way after we crossed the Elbe, we encountered a sporadic Slavic outposts, who were also on guard and reconnaissance while hunting, and after a long distance, they left our scouts and disappeared into the jungle, and the tribes along the way should have been informed of our entry into their area, but it was not my expectation that they would attack so quickly, perhaps because there were not many soldiers in Nijmegen, and they wanted to strike first.

The enemy began to move after a simple arrangement, two teams of more than 300 people quietly approached the sides of the walled city, ready to surround the enemy soldiers who had slipped through the net, the Slavs who had been hunting in the forest plains all year round were all natural hunters, and they had a good time playing with the sneak attack, and the people behind stepped on the footprints of their predecessors, and they were engrossed in not making a sound, as if they were conducting a large-scale hunt, but the prey in the encirclement was not wild beasts, but the Franks who invaded their territory, and they must be killed mercilessly.

Now the camp was guarded by the soldiers of the Valangian Guard, and although they were surprised by the order to stand guard after the heavy work of cutting down trees, as long as they could fill their stomachs with good wine and meat, they would stand for more than one meeting, and it would be better to take a free bath in the rain than to be bitten by lice in the middle of the night.

You must know that the public baths in Nijmegen are comfortable and warm, but unfortunately the staff thinks the Slavs are too dirty, and they are not allowed to go in to bathe, so they can only sit outside in the shower area, depressedly buckle the basin on themselves, and stare with envy at the residents of Nijmegen who come in and out from time to time, whistling, and watching them enjoy the steaming pool and steam room.

The Varangian soldiers didn't know my plan, and if they did, they wouldn't be willing to be cannon fodder, knowing that they were dead, and still calmly staying in the camp to act, so Jensen, the commander of the Valangian Guard, just gave an order to take over the defense, asking the soldiers to guard the camp until tomorrow morning.

The Varangian soldiers complained about the disparity in treatment as they reluctantly replaced the Nijmegen soldiers with their weapons, and the lazy Franks they saw as had been in the tent for a while and had not moved, and the Duke had no one in the main tent, except for the two guards standing there with their backs on their backs, with thick tarpaulins on their backs, unmoved in the rainstorm.

The Slavs slowly approached the walled city under the cover of heavy rain, and the Varangian soldiers standing on a section of the abandoned city wall were also Slavs, and he was keenly aware of the abnormality and shouted to his comrades who were not far from him, but his pointing and shouting stopped in mid-air, like a mechanical pendulum clock with a loose clockwork, and a hand axe slowly wedged into his back, and he staggered a few steps, and finally fell to the bottom of the city, and his comrades also failed to escape, and even failed to give a warning, and there was an extra hand axe that was deep in his head, Turned into a stiff corpse.

The Slavs who killed the sentries collectively tapped their shields and roared excitedly, this is their habit of fighting, and it seems to me that it is difficult to destroy the concealment of a sneak attack without being detected.

The Varangian guards shouted warning as they ran out of their tents, but Nijmegen's tent did not respond, and even the two guards standing guard at the door of the Duke's main tent did not bother to turn around to take a look at the situation.

"These barbarians are quite skilled, but unfortunately they are not a rigorous army after all, and they rely on brute force to fight, and they are scattered and run everywhere, and the discipline is too poor."

I wiped the rain from my face, like an outsider who didn't care about me, and judged the quality of the warring parties.

"It's no better on our side, even if we put on the armor of a civilized person, but barbarians are barbarians, I don't know that counter-sneak attacks are the most taboo, and if we fight like this, we will fight hard sooner or later."

Jensen, the commander of the Valangian Guard, lay beside me, staring anxiously at the battlefield, he had just acquired a group of excellent soldiers that were the envy of everyone, and he had only been proud for a few days, and the Duke took them as bait to invite the king into the urn, and threw them into it in vain:

"It's time, my lord, if we don't go up again, the Wallian Guard will be gone, and there are too many enemies."

I smiled and patted Jensen on the shoulder, reassuring this impatient man, who had always cherished his brother from a green forest, even if the other party was a barbarian Slav who had just been subsumed under his command, he could treat them equally:

"Rest assured, the time has not yet come, even if your Varangian Guard is disabled, it will soon be restored, and there are Slavic tribes in the vast jungle to the east, and the reserves are abundant."

Jensen closed his mouth and stopped talking, lying behind him and staring intently at the white-hot battlefield, he knew that the Duke had a long-term vision and was planning a big picture, and he didn't care about the lives of these hundreds of people, so he didn't want to continue to ask.

The sneak attack of the Slavs by virtue of their numerical superiority, quickly gained the upper hand, the two wings of the outflanked soldiers also came up, the Varangian soldiers at this time finally found that they had no way to live, what to defend and what to defend is all a trick to fool people, the Duke of Nijmegen is simply using them as bait for fishing, the Varengian soldiers who know that they are dead have become more and more crazy, and the heavy rain that the sneak attackers rely on has become a stumbling block that restricts them from expanding their achievements and quickly capturing the walled city, and the space in the camp is small and the troops cannot be used, Coupled with the muddy ground mixed with corpses and blood, the trapped Varangian soldiers were compressed together, and instead erupted into a fighting momentum, and the battle situation gradually stalemate.

"Kohler, shoot me the man standing on the wall."

I pointed to the figures in the rain curtain and gave orders, but there was no familiar sound of the bowstring tightening, and Rollo was stunned with a bow and arrow with a slightly embarrassed expression, and I patted my head, only then did I remember that Khloe was not involved in the march, but I was used to him always around.

"Rollo, aim for the guy I just talked about." I turned my face and drew my sword from my waist, and the soldiers next to me bowed up and prepared to attack.

Jensen grabbed the shield in his hand and was about to rush out, but I took his arm and looked at the man who had been hidden among the Slavs from the beginning, never exposing his body, and said to him: "Does that man see that?" You take him alive for me, he is likely to be the leader of this sneak attack, and I will interrogate him myself. ”

The war progressed as I expected, there was no thrilling desperate fight and dangerous encirclement and counter-encirclement, the Slavs were brave and brave, but unfortunately they could only fight with the wind, with a strong brute force to charge, once the attack was frustrated and stubbornly resisted, they fell into a chaotic battle, and it was easy to find an opportunity to break through.

Nijmegen was not equipped with many archers this time, and they were not elite, but they were all trained by Kohler, coupled with the advantages of equipment, the speed and accuracy of shooting exceeded the imagination of the Slavs, and the enemy was only faced with the Poles who valued cavalry all year round, as well as other German lords who were knights first, in terms of guarding against the long-range attacks of archers, they only relied on leather shields, Nijmegen's intensive and uninterrupted arrow shooting, so that they complained of heavy losses, and the shield was as thin as paper paste, By the time the archers had shot all the arrows in their quivers, there would be no more barbarian warriors outside the castle who could stand up.

Standing far from the battlefield, propped up on the ground with my sword, I leisurely watched the Ravenna pikemen, stabbing at the Slavs in a strict line, and the two sides fought back and forth, and the groans and screams filled my ears.

Of course, among the lying down were mostly Slavs, an inch long and an inch strong, and they rushed up with riveting strength, and they had only the life of being pierced into a sieve.