has entered the range of the rebel archers on the city wall, a few small minions who are not long-eyed, seeing that someone dares to run back to save people, have turned around and fired arrows at Kohler, the arrows fell to the ground sparsely, Kohler jumped off the horse and hid the horse sideways, using the thick armor on the heavy cavalry horse to defend.

The bull side is still racing against time to save people, but the rebels killed in the castle are like hot magma gushing out, ruthlessly devouring life, the crowded city gate is full of people, most of the soldiers who want to escape lose their shields and weapons, and only meet them with flesh and blood in the face of the spur of the enemy's pikemen.

Of course, who cares about this when it comes to life and death?

Kohler poked his head out and scanned the enemy on the city wall, his eagle-like eyes bright, calculating the distance between the two, and quickly locking on to his target.

He pulled out a wrench from his pocket and put it on the thumb of his right hand, a gadget he had learned from the emperor's Magyar mercenaries, which the nomadic horse archers used to protect their fingers from being cut off by the bowstring.

Kohler took out the feather arrow in his hand, jumped up, took advantage of the time difference between the rebel archers to capture his figure, and instantly shot out all the arrows in his hand, accurately hitting the enemy's vital point, several people fell from the city head crookedly, and the remaining archers hurriedly found a place to hide, for fear that the next person to be sent to hell would be himself, and for a while the threat on the city wall was reduced a lot, Kohler hurriedly dragged the war horse to the city gate.

"Your Excellency told you to retreat immediately, and if you don't leave, it's too late!"

Kohler found the bull in the midst of the rebellion, grabbed him by the shoulders to make sure he could hear him, and tried to persuade the bull to stop.

"The remaining few people must give up, they have lost the courage to fight, even if they are rescued, they will not help us much, but they will be a burden, and they will become a weakness of the entire phalanx that is easy to break through."

"No! They are all raised by their parents, it is not easy to grow so big, they can't be thrown here so easily, and the situation of the Venetians is not clear now, in case they are all killed, we will become the turtles in the urn that adults often say, only the life of being surrounded by people, can leave one more soldier to hold on. ”

The bull's scarlet eyes look more like a crazy bull demon king, exuding the heroic spirit of iron-shouldered morality, he doesn't understand too much truth from a small mountain village, he only knows that these are the same as him, the life that came out of his mother's side, there is an old mother who thinks about them at home, and he can't do it and won't do this kind of thing.

I paced back and forth in the house with my hands behind my back, anxious like a red crab in a steamer, and almost walked sideways: "Why hasn't Kohler come out for so long, is it that the bull is trying to save the people again?" Does he think he's Ultraman? ”

I mounted on horseback so that I could see farther, staring at the gate of the city uneasily and shouting the great escape of life and death, this was simply a one-sided massacre, our soldiers could not escape, and the rebels in the city could not be killed for a while, ridiculously tangled together, unable to move.

It is estimated that the commander of the enemy rebel army is more anxious than me, his mouth is very open, but he only bites the chicken wings, and he can't swallow it for a while, and it is very uncomfortable to get stuck in his throat.

"What's the range of your compound bow?"

I turned back to the captain of the Venetian bow and arrow formation beside me, this is a middle-aged man with a full beard, thin lips pursed, giving people a feeling that he can't spit out a lot of thoughts, much like the perverted uncle who bullies the little girl who returns at night in the park, and it is no wonder that he is a Mediterranean, blind and with beautiful golden curly hair.

Uncle Mediterranean pulled out an arrow, avoided it and said: "If you use this kind of heavy armor-piercing arrow, it will have a killing effect within 400 steps, and if it is an ordinary light arrow, I will ensure that the enemy will not return at a distance of 800 steps." ”

After speaking, he proudly stretched the bowstring and made a pleasant echo, and his eyes glanced at our archers intentionally or unintentionally, as if showing off the strength of their Venetian armaments, and blatantly showing off their wealth.

"At a distance of eight hundred paces, can the enemy archers on the city walls threaten us?"

I put up a pergola and looked at the archers gathered more and more on the head of the city, this is to prepare to speed up the slaughter at both ends, I am not diligent and do not distinguish between the four bodies, it is difficult to estimate where we are now, how many steps are the distance from the city wall, I can only ask for help.

"Their bows are not the best compound bows, even if they occupy a condescending position, they may not be able to reach the range of seven hundred steps, and that is only the limit of shooting, not necessarily how much lethal effect there is, as long as the infantry battle shield is placed in front to provide cover for the archers, and advance to a distance of six hundred steps, it can be guaranteed to be foolproof, and those bitches only have the life of being beaten."

Uncle Mediterranean guessed my intentions, eager to try, holding back his strength to show me the strength of the elite archers of Venice, by the way, also stumbled on his peers, we improvised the miscellaneous archers, the psychology of the peers is obvious!

"Infantry in formation, heavy cavalry on both flanks!"

"Bow formation, advance to the front of the castle six hundred paces!"

I gave the order to Uncle Mediterranean, who was temporarily the adjutant of the march, and stared at his face flushed with excitement.

"I want to appreciate and appreciate your rain, seal the city gate for me, such a small city gate hole, the enemy can't fully unfold, if necessary, give me armor-piercing arrows, let these bitches also taste the taste of splinting, in the words of an old oriental proverb, with the way of others to govern their bodies!"

"Your Excellency has brought troops to meet us."

Kohler turned around and couldn't find the bull, he had already crashed into the rebel soldiers with his tomahawk, and before he could hold it, Kohler cursed in a low voice, hurriedly chased the bull, and killed the approaching enemies around him with his bow and arrows.

Kohler felt that he had returned to his childhood, the little cowherd who roamed the mountains for the lord to graze, but he was guarding a bull who had accepted his death, and the ten strongest Germanic men who had launched a madness could not hold it.

The bull was tall and powerful, slaughtering like a warrior god revered by the Norsemen, relying on brute force to deal with five enemies on his own, covering the escape of the dozen or so remaining soldiers at the city gate.

The fleeing soldiers ran to the edge of the phalanx we were marching, some stopped and silently followed, and some screamed and ran past us into the woods, completely devastated, scarlet eyes panicked.

The infantry standing in the front row used their shields to push the crowded routs out of order to keep the formation intact, and I watched with concern as more and more rebels poured out of the city gates, and the tall figure of the bull was gradually drowned in the sea of people and could not be seen clearly, making my heart feel as empty as a bottomless pit.