Chapter 132: Civil War (5)

We gradually ran out of the range of the poor quality of the peasant soldiers, who made rough bows and arrows, scattered arrows, as if sending off horseshoe prints, nailed to the grass that had been crushed by horses' hooves.

I heard the angry roar of some great man in the ranks of the enemy, and the distant sound of small fragments drifted into my ears, tickling my ears like a caterpillar, writhing and crawling inside.

There were faintly more sounds, scrambling to get in, so that people couldn't tell whether it was the wind or the human voice, until the earth began to tremble slightly, and the war horse opened its nostrils in panic, and I didn't know that I knew that grandma was a cavalry, a cavalry like locusts all over the world!

"Spread out, so that everyone has a greater chance of escaping, their target is me, and now saving strength is the key!"

I heard my own voice, which had broken out of fright, and I didn't know whether it was fear or jolting, but in short, there were three words in my head, floating around like a wandering spirit......

The enemy was deceived by Jensen's strategy, and who would see a duck fat in front of him and be indifferent? The so-called knightly demeanor has no market in the face of the reality of Chiluoluo, when Baron Lefen knew that the group of cavalry in front of him who had lost their armor was actually led by the Count of Nijmegen himself, he immediately knelt on the ground and thanked God for his favor, and couldn't suppress the excitement of the rabbit in his chest, and shouted and set off with a shout.

Of course, in their eyes, it is only a matter of minutes to catch up with us, and then they can claim that they are defending the glory of knights, haughtily bargaining with each other, carrying a full bag of ransom money, and henceforth have the after-dinner conversation and the legendary story of seducing a casual aristocratic lady.

Baron Lefen led a large group of disheveled knights under his command, and bit down on our back, and seeing that the distance was being drawn closer and closer, I was so anxious that I kicked the horse's stomach desperately as if I were convulsed.

Due to the rush of time, most of the knights who had just finished breakfast had not yet put on the complicated armor, so they could only panic under the service of the attendants, put on chain mail and smocks, and were urged by the baron to set off without even taking the spear, so there was a strange chase scene at this moment.

"Look, my lord, the enemy has divided a part of the knights, and it looks like they are going around our flank to drive us around!" A sharp-eyed cavalryman's face turned red, and he loudly reminded me of the enemy's movements.

I turned my head to observe, and sure enough, a dozen knights, and the same number of squire cavalry, had left the pursuing army, increasing their speed along the flat river bank, preparing to outflank us from our left flank, forcing us to find a way to retreat towards the forest on the right, and using the dense trees to slow down the speed of the horses, and slowly catch up with us.

"Don't panic! From the river beach, we need to climb a small dirt slope that is neither high nor low, and we have enough time to rush over before the enemy closes up, so let's work hard! ”

I know that at this time, I am the backbone of the whole team, fate has once again been handed over to me by God, whether it is a dangerous victory or a failure, there is really a pair of eyes in the dark, staring at me with a smile......

In the days that followed, I often wondered if this painful experience had made me determined to develop a carriage with spokes, and to repair all the roads in my territory with almost paranoia, because after a long and violent jolt on the horse, I felt that I had created a physiological miracle, that all my internal organs were displaced by at least five centimeters, and that my heart was getting farther and farther away from the brain, which caused a serious shortage of blood supply to this vital organ, and the pituitary gland atrophied as a result, and that I lost the passion to continue to go to war and charge, and thus suffered from perennial nervous vomiting, The symptoms are similar to the motion sickness and seasickness in later generations, and according to incomplete research, I may have been the first person in history to suffer from motion sickness.

At the time of departure, twenty horsemen lined up in a heroic line, their expressions serious and depressed, their delicate and sturdy Venetian armor, once the envy of countless soldiers, these proud warriors were the pride of heaven in the county of Nijmegen, and the peasant girl was willing to sacrifice her dream lover.

Those unsuccessful cavalrymen, looking at their comrades-in-arms who get along day and night with a gloomy expression, surrounded by the fanatical crowd of everyone, as the Earl performs a task that will definitely make meritorious contributions, only hates that they usually cheat and play tricks during training, and do not get into the eyes of the Devil Sect Head Baron Bull, and lose the opportunity for this carp to leap into the Dragon Gate and glorify their ancestors.

Later they learned that the comrades-in-arms who had left haughtily had almost all left with their pride, and that the peasant girls and bards had long forgotten their names and were eager to scratch their heads at the next hero, but the glory left by the departed brave was inherited by the living, and it must be said that God left a window for himself when he closed the door.

There were only five cavalrymen who were still following me, most of them with minor wounds, and nearly three-quarters of the warriors fell on the long road of escape, never to get up again. The long rope of fate has peeled off and only a tight fiber remains, and the so-called "one shot" is a true portrayal of the present.

"My lord, the horses have begun to foam at the mouth, and they may not last long, what should I do?" The flag-bearer shouted at me, and the fragmented words came to my ears in fits and starts, sounding like a tape recorder on cassette.

"Throw away that useless heraldic flag! Everyone doesn't have to worry about the formation, sprint to the woods at full speed, and try to get there before the horse falls, as long as you can not fall when you dismount, don't worry about any adult comrades, and run for your life! ”

I just hate why I'm not riding a motorcycle, but even if it is driven at maximum speed, it probably won't last long.

I turned sideways to see the enemy's outflanked knights and pursuers, the distance between us and us, and gave up the intention of rushing across the river before them, and could only choose the woods where the enemy forced us to retreat as a life-saving straw, for the cavalrymen, whose thighs were numb and unconscious, if they could not stand up at the moment when their feet stepped on the ground, they might never be able to stand up.

Clearly feeling the war horse under me, there was some imperceptible trembling, every breath became extremely difficult and heavy, like the unpleasant noise of sandpaper rubbing against the wall, sweat and rain kept dripping, and the wide eyes were full of scarlet bloodshots, I lovingly patted the strong neck of the mount, and said to it emotionally:

"You've done your best, no one will bother you for the rest of the time, please have a good rest."

As if to understand my words, the war horse seemed to be unwilling to look up to the sky and neigh, the sound contained indescribable desolation, let me feel for the first time that this life is so beautiful and spiritual, its steps are getting heavier and heavier, as if the ground gave birth to countless pairs of invisible hands, stubbornly holding its raised hooves, dragging to the thick and simple earth, the war horse snorted as the last swan song in the world, and finally slowly collapsed.

The moment the horse overturned, I used all my strength to leap forward, rolled on the ground a few times to barely stabilize my body, my legs couldn't help but tremble, like a pendulum, the light linen robe seemed to be made of iron as heavy as a thousand pounds, so that people could not breathe, I hit the root of the thigh hard, hoping to give it a little stimulation to get the muscles excited.

"My lord, you go quickly, drill into the woods, the enemy is cavalry, the speed will be somewhat affected by the branches and slow down, we will desperately protect you from leaving."

The two cavalrymen who could still stand up, even crawled forward to hold me, completely ignoring themselves at the moment, it was also the mud bodhisattva who could not protect himself from crossing the river, and protected me to get into the woods first, and the remaining three cavalrymen watched us disappear into the dense forest with relief, standing up with their weapons propped up, no matter how loudly I ordered them to follow, and indifferently pulled the bowstring to shoot, their attack was not even a mosquito bite for the enemy in full armor, The biggest role is to attract their attention to cover our retreat.

Damn it! Everything was well thought out and executed according to the plan, what went wrong and why am I so embarrassed at the moment?

As I was staggered and dragged along by two horsemen, my mind kept asking myself why, and I had no feeling at all about the fetters of branches and roots that appeared from time to time, and the voice from behind was little clearer, and the enemy seemed to have solved the three cavalrymen who had remained outside, and were chasing after us with cheers.

It was almost noon, the sun slowly moved to its highest point, and began to look down on all living beings with a lofty posture like a creator, and there were no large clusters of sunlight in the forest, and a group of unnamed birds were startled by us, and flew up from the grass where they were hiding to escape, and the gaps between the leaves gathered the sunlight into a lovely round small spot of light, which was projected on the grass with thick rotten leaves from time to time, if it were not for the destruction of a few of our humans, it must have been a beautiful paradise here.

Turning a small mound full of pine trees, the terrain began to slowly extend downward, a clear river appeared in the low-lying place, the river continued to inject spring water into the Maas River, several lush swamp plants here caused a natural side of the gentle water surface, forming a small pond with a small area, through the clean river water, you can see the thick black mud under the bottom, a group of small fish just like Liu Zongyuan said in "The Story of Little Stone Pond", all swimming in the air and wandering, I looked at the situation around and stopped.

"My lord, go quickly, the enemy's pursuers are behind!"

The cavalry serving me looked back anxiously, the enemy knights should be scattered in an encirclement and slowly searched, listening to the sound was already very close to us, the crisp sound of the horses' hooves trampling on the dead branches scattered in the forest was clearly heard through the layers of trees.

(End of chapter)