I couldn't see the scene in front of me clearly in the bumps, like the black and white snowflakes floating in the old TV when there was no signal, and there was no sign that could remind the direction, and the wind swept past the ears, cutting the flesh like a knife, and it hurt as if it was bleeding.

But at this moment, I had long lost all other senses except the thought of running for my life, my stomach was tumbling with the overnight food, unconsciously flowing out of the corners of my mouth, casually unloading the helmet that could cause a concussion, throwing away the overloaded weapons such as the long sword and mace, I fell on the back of the horse, and finally made the first way out of the foot of the mountain!

Good boy! I used my brain to filter many words very quickly, and found that they could not be clearly expressed, and at this moment, I had to change my heart attack to a simple exclamation.

The war horse is still galloping with its life, and from the analysis of its tongue shaking white saliva, it is estimated that it is frightened, and once it stops, it will definitely die.

The focus that had just been blurred in the bump was realigned, and the scene in front of me shocked me more than the chasing soldiers behind me, to be exact, the mood fell to the bottom, and I had the thought of hanging myself, and I cried when I thought of running and running in the sad place.

I don't know when, perhaps just as I led my army to the back of the mountain, His Majesty the Emperor sent two phalanxes of infantry with a considerable number of people, judging from their equipment and flags, they should belong to the Bavarian battle sequence, so that on the battlefield on this side of the hill, the German soldiers have an overwhelming advantage, not to mention that through the bulls and their hard fighting, Nijmegen has gained a firm foothold and launched a local counterattack despite paying great casualties.

Presumably, His Majesty the Emperor was a little impatient, and wanted to end the lengthy tug-of-war here as soon as possible, and refocus his attention on the siege, the huge carts and trebuchets had already been assembled, casting a terrifying shadow, and the soldiers pushed them slowly towards the city walls.

All of the above is not reality, it is my speculation based on the messy battlefield in front of me at this moment, a considerable part of the Bavarian soldiers joined the battle on the hillside, and chased the enemy's ass to feint, greatly relieving the pressure on the bulls, but the soldiers who fell behind found the abnormality of the base camp, and suddenly stood there in a dilemma, as if they were blocked on the single-plank bridge by the former wolf and the tiger, and their morale was on the verge of collapse.

The soldiers pushing the siege equipment were also frightened, and fled in all directions with their heads in their hands, the commander rode his horse, running faster than them, behind the German camp, the sandstorm was like a yellow dust, and the Saracen knights were like their ancestors, revealing murderous faces from the clouds and mountain fog, all of them rode high-headed horses, brandished bloodthirsty scimitars made of Damascus steel, tight and fine fish scale armor protected every place that could be injured, and each knight waved a crescent moon flag of different colors, It symbolizes the family and tribe from which they are born.

Fighting alongside them were black slave soldiers on camels, their dark skin covered under their white robes, adding a touch of weirdness, and their appearance alone was enough for cowards who had never seen the world before, and they were so frightened that they peed their pants.

In fact, this is exactly the case, the Italian servant army collapsed first, and fled for their lives in a panic, most of the knights did not have time to pick up their spears, and they looked for their feudal lords like flies with equally panicked attendants, and the infantry lost their commanders, either kneeling on the ground and praying for God's apparition, or throwing away their weapons and running away with the Italians, or chasing the knights who rode past in pairs for protection.

All in all, when the enemy knights approached the camp, only Saxony and Franconia formed a loose phalanx, and the soldiers in the front row raised their spears and closed their eyes in vain to die.

"What about the Normans?"

I watched them go to the empty camp, and I was so angry that I yelled: "Where have you bastards gone, you have hurt Lao Tzu!" ”

"What to do?

Looking at the chaos in front of me, from time to time someone screamed and was beaten to death by the group, my head was like someone threw a bombshell, the moment the fire burst out, the slurry mixed with the mess of things stirred into a pot of gruel, the only remaining reason told himself, at this time to learn to break the army to flee in a panic, there will be no survival, at least should pull a little back, save being caught by the enemy, not even a person who can betray, it is impossible to lead the way for Taijun to turn over, It's not good to be taken seriously and killed as a small miscellaneous soldier.

In fact, the soldiers who fled around me were mentally confused like they didn't have long eyes, and they stood up and continued to scream with their heads, as if they had lost the minimum ability to control their minds, which made me very worried about whether the beast under the crotch who had just run to vomit blood could withstand a new round of charge. If the heavy life is over, you can't get up, you can only get up and be trampled into a miserable end, and you can't find a complete piece of meat when you collect the corpse.

Where is the safest place in the current situation? As the core of the entire German Legion, His Majesty the Emperor's side must be the most impregnable, although the positions of Saxony and Franconia are being attacked by the enemy's cavalry, but I think that when the situation is critical, stay by the Emperor's side, and there must be no pressure to flee or something, and those close attendants with big shoulders and round waists will definitely try their best to protect the Lord.

Having made up my mind, I stood up on horseback to observe the situation on the battlefield, His Majesty's banner was still standing firmly on the position, and the cavalry of the Saracens had been like a nail wedged into a plank, sharply tearing open the combined position of the Saxon and Franconian infantry, and wantonly wielding steel knives to slaughter all the creatures that appeared in front of them.

But the German soldiers, who were responsible for the fate of their homeland, led by knights who fought for honor and faith, shouted and fought unflinching, and knightly moths rushed into the Saracens in vain, struggling in vain under the pagan swords, and their adventurous behavior was like a signal, calling more and more knights to join in the ranks of the dead.

These warriors, who had sworn allegiance to Christ since childhood, longed for the opportunity to show their determination to do justice in front of the world, life and death had long been put on the table, and it was important to them that the people were important, so the humility and admiration in their tones when they spoke of the families from which they came, and the catchy ballads adapted by the bards, inspired generations of young knights to unite under the banner of Christ and do something more meaningful than fighting with their neighbors over a few cows.

Re-urging the war horse, this tall Nordic pure-blooded war horse that had just been given to me by the Earl of Hanover before the war has not yet eased its breath, on the northern ice field where it grew up, its natural majestic body and dust-breaking speed make it have no natural enemies at all, and there is no need to run wildly, so it is a little unbearable in terms of endurance, coupled with the bipedal battle that has never been experienced in front of it, it makes it a little confused, and it barely regains its state after half a day, and the four hooves that are thrown off have speed.

The feeling of struggling to sail against the current reminds me of a joke I heard many years ago about a couple on the phone and the husband being blocked on an elevated highway in the opposite direction.

On the battlefield where there are headless flies everywhere, you have to always pay attention to the fool who scares your pants, and the arrows fired indiscriminately will not hit you, and the nerves are tense to a certain extent, and the tension is no less than wandering around the downtown area with a huge amount of money, and everyone mutters in their hearts regardless of whether they are friends or enemies.

Just as I was kicking the horse's belly like a frightened bird, urging it to run fast, there was a deafening sound of neat horses' hooves behind me, and at this time it was still intact, and the toes in the army were like no one, and there was no doubt that the absolute Saracen knight.

"Good boy! In the future, I will never violate the traffic rules and go in the wrong direction, isn't it just a reverse run, as for it is so obvious? ”

In an instant, fine beads of sweat poured out of my head, and I was trembling and foaming, only hating my parents for not giving birth to a pair of wings for me, and I couldn't leave the danger immediately.

"Grandma's! It's getting closer......"

My voice trembled so much that I couldn't control it, and I curled up on my horse, trying not to make it shake like chaff, but it backfired, and the pursuers behind me were so close that I couldn't stop coughing.

I suddenly felt my shoulders sink, and it felt like a palm that appeared behind me alone in a zombie siege, and I almost fell off my horse.

"Dead!"

Thinking like this, I turned my face slightly sideways, and sure enough, I found that a sharp spear tip was sticking out from my shoulder, and the deep blood groove was well maintained, with a hideous luster soaked in blood all year round, which also made my legs and stomach suddenly turn tendons, and I felt pain from the pain.

The owner of the spear rode unhurriedly to catch up with me, and the small sound of his heavy armor rising and falling with the bumps of the horse's back was particularly clear in the noisy noise of the battlefield, and from the heavy breathing I could tell that this man must be a strong man of five big and three thick, with a turban and a beard, and perhaps a little bad orientation.

Do you know what it's like to cry without tears? I asked myself in my heart, the straight man wants to hit the wall!

Thinking of this, I simply closed my eyes and waited for fate......

"Your Excellency!"

An unfamiliar voice with a bit of an urban-rural accent drilled into my ears.

Huh? Could it be that Saracen took more prisoners and specially trained the enemy language before the war? I opened one eye in disbelief and let out a long sigh of relief.

The bewitching red background yellow lion coat of arms on the shield of the comer, dispelling my concerns, this pattern can be recognized even if I am not as unlearned as I am, the later Three Lions England, on this basis to add a lion to the difference, proper Normandy heavy cavalry is undoubted!

I was so excited that my throat tightened and I almost cried: "Why are you here!" ”

(End of chapter)