I opened my mouth and yawned fullly, my neck turned and my tendons hurt, and I gasped between my teeth.

Hissing and breaking the hard bones on the back of his neck, the sentry standing not far away wanted to raise his eyes to see what the Duke was doing with his jumping feet, and after meeting my stern gaze, he immediately turned his face and did not dare to look again.

Compared with the silence of the Polish camp, almost everyone in Neustadt Castle is awake, thinking worriedly about the fate they are about to face tomorrow, maybe tonight is to enjoy the last moments of life, who would dare to waste it on such a meaningless thing as sleeping?

"Look, my lord, there's a fire!"

The sentry woke me up and touched the chrysanthemum and almost fell asleep again. Pointing to the other side in a hurry.

"Look, another bush has risen!"

Firelight? The power of the partial hibernation brain is too small to process such complex information, I wiped off the eye droppings that adhered to the eyelashes, and suddenly the lightning and flint opened, jumped up excitedly, and followed the direction he pointed to widen my eyes to find:

"Where? Where? ”

The sporadic flames were like unburned charcoal in the hearth, occasionally flickering and flickering, and my nervous palms were sweating, wishing that the strong wind of the day would blow again, and with the help of the wind, it would burn him a candlelight.

It's a pity that the people who watched were in a hurry, and the people who did it were cautious, and they waited for a long time and didn't see the fire burning the company camp.

"Bulls, they're really patient, and they didn't act until this time." I nodded and muttered to myself, and saw a flame rise again.

Finally there was a scream from the Polish camp, then a second, a third, and gradually converged into the cries and roars of hundreds of people, and it was not a good thing for everyone to wake up from a dream, not to mention that when you opened your eyes, you found that your tent was full of screaming flames, so that the individual convulsions turned into collective panic, and finally in the form of screams into the ears of the Nijmegen people, who were not too big to see the excitement.

"Watching the fire from the other side, especially the ...... salary"

A smug smile appeared on my lips, and the embarrassed expression of Grand Duke Mieszko, bare-bottomed, when he was pushed out of the burning tent by his own attendants, was exciting!

It is said that a spark can start a prairie fire, not to mention that someone deliberately set fire, and the sporadic flames at the beginning, with the help of countless people, intentionally or unintentionally, set fire to the tents of the Poles one after another, and the small mushrooms became torches, burning vigorously one by one.

In the firelight, the figures ran back and forth in panic, screaming and cursing endlessly, waking up the birds and beasts that were still sleeping, and the birds perched in the grass fluttered and flew in large areas, adding to the chaos and not very harmonious footnotes.

In addition to the Slavs at the front, who took the lead in bombing the camp and fleeing in all directions, the horses frightened by the flames also broke their ropes and instinctively ran in the direction they felt safe.

The frightened galloping horses gathered in a herd, as if the throttle hit the off-road jeep to the bottom, causing great damage and damage along the way, and the heavy infantry and cavalry camps behind were connected together, even if I used the fire that burned the sky, I couldn't tell it clearly, but judging from the density of the figures and the degree of burning of the flames, this group of soldiers who were strictly trained by the instructors of the Eastern Rome did not mess up because they were in danger, after all, the real fire was in the Grand Duke's camp behind them, and there was enough safety distance, The burning tent was also caused by their own people stumbling over torches in their own busyness, and they had plenty of time to react.

In fact, the flames in this area were quickly extinguished in an organized manner, like the lights of high-rise buildings gradually extinguishing in the middle of the night, and suddenly disappeared, and the Slavs who bombed the camp slowly stopped moving.

I shook my head in surprise, I couldn't believe the facts in front of me, the Poles were dealing with the change much faster than they could have imagined, only the terrible opponent was left in the rolling wheel in their heads, five bright red and eye-catching big characters, my heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, I couldn't help but start worrying about the bull.

Suddenly a brilliant spark burst out from the other direction, attracting everyone's attention, and I looked over there, it must have been Yaroslav who had rushed into the place where the Poles had stored their baggage and went on a killing spree, and the bottles of fire oil in the treasury were distributed to him three-fifths, with a clear purpose.

It was to burn me to the bottom and lose the essence, whether I could force the old fox of Grand Duke Mieshko in the ensuing battle, and victory or defeat was in this move, so I chose Yaroslav, who looked smarter, to be in charge of the action, and let the reckless and fiery bull take on the frontal attack to attract firepower.

The fire burned more and more, reflecting half of the sky, and the moon seemed to be unable to stand the temperature of the open-air sauna, and hid in the gray near the horizon to cool off.

The sky became darker, only on the position of the Poles, flying lively and bright fire dragons, wantonly spraying hot dragon breath, stunned to raise the temperature of the entire space a lot, I watched from a distance unbuttoned the bearskin jacket and fanned the wind, gasping for breath, waiting for sure enough, it was the most exciting thing, only to stop and look forward, so nervous that I trembled all over.

The fire burned until the sky was bright, the sun was so black and smoky that I couldn't keep my eyes open, and the noisy voices gradually stopped, and I squinted at the ashes and frequent movements of Polish soldiers on the battlefield, and I was anxious that there was no news of Yaroslav and others.

The Poles suffered heavy losses and finally picked up the pieces and retreated, but their swimming posts could still be seen at the edge of the forest, which showed that Grand Duke Mieszko was not dead, he was just hiding in some dark corner to **** wounds, like a forbearant wolf, who could come back at any time.

"They're there!"

Rollo's eyes are better than mine, the first to find the target, it stands to reason that the castle should have a wide field of vision, but unfortunately now the smoke is thick, like the magic capital where the haze falls, becoming the farthest distance in the world, I am obviously in front of you, but you say you can't see me.

I rubbed my eyes and looked hard, and finally caught the figure of the bull and their girls running away in the overwhelming black smoke.

Why run away, you ask? That's right, they were chasing at least a hundred Polish cavalrymen, with fierce expressions like the fat boy bakers in "Crazy Stone", deliberately pressing the speed to consume the bull's stamina, and after running a short distance, a few Nijmegen soldiers who were overdrawn suddenly fell to the ground, their bodies were as soft as overcooked noodles, and they couldn't move anymore when they were foaming at the mouth, and they could only watch the Polish cavalry, ruthlessly stepping over their bodies, and they couldn't even moan when they died.

I stared so hard at the bull, Yaroslav, and Jensen at the front that my heart couldn't help but follow their running, and I forgot to give the order to send someone to help.

"Archers! Archers ready! I shouted in response, and when I turned my head, I realized that the soldiers were already ready.

"Shoot the cavalry behind, quick!"

Before the words fell, the archers and Nijmegen archers in the Polish team were loosened almost at the same time, and several Nijmegen soldiers who fell behind immediately rushed forward, the arrow did not enter the vital point, and unwillingly stretched out his hand to the city gate, struggling twice and swallowing his breath, Jensen was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, fortunately the injury was fine, and the soldiers next to him set him up and continued to run, and the Polish cavalry just shot the feather arrow and heard the wind in their ears, and raised their shields hanging on their left arms to cover them, but there were still three or four unlucky people who fell off their horses next to each other in pain, and they rolled around twice and did not move.

The rest of the men looked at the archers who were aiming at them on the wall, and had to turn their horses and abandon the pursuit, and the bulls finally entered the city at the aid of the soldiers at the gate.

I hurried over, and the bulls were lying on the ground with their tongues sticking out longer than the dogs, and Rollo carefully arranged for someone to bring them drinks and a rag to wipe their faces, but no one tried to get up.

Jensen had fallen into a coma, leaning crookedly on top of others, the only barefoot doctor in the city, directing the scrambled attendants to prepare a dry cloth boiled in boiling water, and he himself sorted out the knife used for the operation, which in a moment would cut the flesh on Jensen's shoulder, so that the doctor could poke his finger in and pull out the arrow, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Yaroslav swallowed hard, didn't have time to wipe the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and struggled for a long time before he spoke: "My lord, we managed to burn all the supplies stored by the enemy, and by the way, destroyed a few trebuchets parked there, the Poles reacted too quickly, and when they retreated, they broke many brothers, and only two dozen of us came back alive." ”

Grand Duke Mieszko did not disappoint me, under his command, the Polish army deserved the title of the strongest army, this iron army that had been trained by military instructors who had spent a lot of gold and invited thousands of miles to Constantinople was quite like the Eastern Roman army, and when it was attacked in the middle of the night, it could still carry out a defensive counterattack in an orderly manner, and when it found that the situation was not in its favor, it could retreat slowly and orderly without collapsing like the general feudal army.

On the European continent of this era, the army can be strictly classified, except for the Eastern Rome, there is only Nijmegen, and most of the armies of the noble lords are still stuck in the knights, archers, peasant soldiers, these three simple permutations and combinations, after the defeat and collapse of the knightly army, the team will be immediately defeated.

The reappearance of the Polish army began on the first night, after the sun set, countless torches were like fireflies that suddenly appeared, instantly illuminating the edge of the forest, and the frightened birds chirped at the top of their throats, as if to remind us of the appearance of the enemy, Neustadt Castle reacted immediately, and all the warriors climbed the walls to wait for it, everyone understood that this would be the final battle, and life and death would be in one fell swoop.

"Do we still have a chance to win, my lord?"

Yaroslav held his tomahawk and looked majestically at the jungle of torches that were getting closer and closer outside the city, and his tone of voice sounded sarcastic.

"I didn't expect them to have Yu Yong, dragging the crippled half-pulled body hard, His Royal Highness the Grand Duke is as strong as ever."