Seeing that the morale was just right, I pulled down the mask on my helmet, took the spear decorated with the Nijmegen dragon banner from the hand of the squire, held high and led the knight behind me to urge the war horse, slowly adjusted my breathing, and maintained the offensive formation on the plain between the two armies, gradually increasing the speed, and accumulating the strength of the heavy cavalry to charge the mountains and seas.

Because the vision was heaved by the bumpy horseback, and the narrow helmet mask, the Italian phalanx in front of him could only be seen faintly from the gap for breathing and observation, and the contours of everyone's faces seemed to come alive, including of course the deadly light reflected from the tips of the spears they held high.

"I'm not going to be stabbed through by several spears at the same time, like an oden that has been s***, right?"

After taking a big sip of fresh air through the gap in the mask, such a nonsensical thought appeared in my mind, which shows that the heroic spirit of the Count of Nijmegen who regarded life and death as nothing, may have been just a flashback before the tragic death.

Seeing that the distance was about the same, the knight next to me tapped my helmet with his spear, reminding the Earl that it was time to adjust the attack formation and prepare for the final charge, I raised my stunned head, which was confined in a small space, estimated the approximate distance between the two armies, and the irreversible speed of the war horse, and raised my spear high.

The knights who saw the order, just like thousands of times of training from childhood to adulthood, skillfully controlled the war horses under their crotches, using the inertia of high-speed sprints, slowly but methodically gathered the long snake formations lined up in a row, and gradually gathered into a triangular charging formation with me as the endpoint, and at the same time controlled the distance between each other to prevent the accident of crowding and collision at the last moment, everyone clamped their spears tightly in the armpits, and pointed their flat blades in the same direction.

The command center of Italy, with its countless colorful flags, finally reacted, and the nobles gathered under those banners could be regarded as basically agreeing in the face of common danger, and several herald-like riders rushed their horses in different directions with their horses in a hurry, and disappeared into the slightly commotion phalanx.

Following their orders, the two pikemen phalanx in front of us walked together in orderly steps, forming a messy three-row gun forest, and behind them, many archers with quiver boxes on their backs, were running over in confusion, scrambling to clench their bowstrings.

"Raise your shield!"

Seeing the change in the enemy's situation, I shouted loudly, hoping that every comrade could hear it, and I quickly removed the shield hanging from the side of the saddle with my left hand and raised it above my head to protect my body.

Compared with my clumsiness, the knights around me moved in unison like robots operating according to a unified predetermined program, raising their shields almost at the same time, obliquely protecting the bodies of their comrades in front of them, just like this, one by one spliced into an airtight defense, rigorous as if a meticulous puzzle, and the slightest flaw in the finger could not be found.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air that I am most familiar with came from, but it was not as dense as before, like the sound of geese flapping their wings and flying across the sky, the air was ironed apart, and the air was not torn, but completely pierced, shattered into a gossamer that could no longer be put together, and there was no need to look up, just by listening to the sound, I knew that the Italians must not be stingy with their arrows, and all the earth beckoned us.

In the blink of an eye, I didn't even have time to make a circuit of thought between the cells, and the sky was dark, and countless arrows crackled down like hailstones, leaving a low bush on the ground indiscriminately, which can be called the most efficient forester.

I heard the screams of my comrades as arrows fell from their horses, the wails of their horses dying, and the tooth-souring sound of bloodsucking insects piercing the flesh through the rings of chain mail.

The triangular array of attacks changed, as if it had been corroded by acid, slowly hollowing out and dissolving from the center to the periphery.

This round of attacks made me lose at least twenty excellent knights, and half of them endured the pain of ** and continued to charge, with the feathers on their backs, like the majestic banners of Peking Opera characters.

The distance left was not enough for the enemy to fire another round of arrows, I took a deep breath, stared at the terrified face of the growing Italian pikeman in front of me, closed my eyes as if I wanted to remember him, and slammed my head into the enemy's phalanx with the frenzied warhorse......

The galloping horse was like a roller coaster, and I saw that it was about to crash into the spear in front of me, and I didn't know where the strength came from, so I pulled the reins violently, and the mount under my crotch seemed to understand my orders, and kicked on the ground with its strong hind legs, and rose up vigorously, and crossed over the enemy's head, like a dashing and roaring dragon, and I clearly saw the incredible look on the faces of the enemy soldiers below, and the wide eyes were full of panic beyond their comprehension.

In order to help him get out of the sea of suffering, I very considerately aimed the spear in my hand and dropped it, directly through the opponent's neck, the plasma bound in the artery, and the high-pressure water gun dyed the war horse scarlet, still steaming.

Compared with my comrades-in-arms, I feel that I am relatively lucky, at least the war horse fell steadily in the enemy group, and took advantage of the situation to jump two steps, although countless spears, at my own mindless stabbing over, but I can still deal with it in a hurry.

A few knights who crossed the front row of spears with me were not spared, or they were stabbed to death by the swarming enemies because they became terrible marionettes, or because the jump height was not high enough, the horses were cut in the stomach by the spear tips, and their masters were thrown to the ground, and the huge inertial impact directly knocked them to pieces, and before they could struggle to get up, they were stabbed to death by the swarming enemies, piercing the flesh of indistinguishable shapes.

In the midst of the lightning, it was too late to turn back and call my comrades to stay in formation, so I had to rush forward and break out of the entanglement of the pikemen, the archers in front of me were soft persimmons that could be taken and wanted, so that we could have time to reorganize the formation, or bypass the defense, and charge from their flanks again.

Of course, rather than the blood-pumping horseback slashing, I would rather hear the clarion call of His Majesty the Emperor to withdraw his troops, which is tantamount to a pleasant sound, a life-saving straw for escape, but unfortunately it is in the hands of a cold-blooded emperor.

The spears that rush forward and back are like the endless rats in whack-a-mole, but these rats are sharp weapons that can bite people's lives, which makes me, who is already sparse in martial arts, even more parryed, barely holding on to the front of me, and relying on the help of my comrades around me to survive several times.

But their situation is not so rosy, the Italian phalanx is more tenacious than expected, the propertied burghers and wealthy peasants in these cities, not at all like the serfs of Germany and France, have an innate fear of the high knights, they are more like mobs who are willing to cut off their own bodies, dare to pull the emperor off their horses, and the relative security of life makes them willing to accept the influence of culture, in fact it is just a fairy tale made up by bards for grandstanding, But it subtly formed the common character of the propertied class.

It may temporarily succumb to some irresistible power, but it will never extinguish the pursuit of freedom that has been passed down from generation to generation.

The sword slashed obscuribly through the neck of an unfortunate man, and in fact I was hard to determine whether the other had been killed, because the horse was still charging forward by inertia, but the speed was slowing down, and finally it became a trot.

Like the heroes of the Three Kingdoms in the movie, I grabbed several spears and clamped them under my armpits, wanting to imitate the strength of Hercules with his arms, directly breaking the spears, and then dashing the broken spears into the crowd to cause killing, but after a few rounds of hard work, I had to give up in despair, slandering the whimsical fabrications of the screenwriters in my heart, and busily letting go of the spears, stabilizing the body that was almost dragged off the horse, panting in thrill.

At this time, most of the knights were squeezed in the middle by more and more pikemen, and in fact, the charge of the knights only seemed to crush the first few rows of enemies at first, and then it turned into a stream of water in the desert, and disappeared.

Once the impact of the heavy cavalry is lost, the knight becomes an iron can that is slaughtered on a horse, pierced by the corkscrew of the spear, and the blood flows outward, although it cannot be quickly killed, but slowly drains the blood and dies, and dies tragically in the hands of a little-known little person, the so-called family glory and dream lover, have become yesterday's yellow flower Nan Ke a dream.

"Drink!"

I gasped and slowed down the pain in my body, but the part of my rib that was stabbed by the enemy was like a small cut on my finger, and the pain that I couldn't see but connected to the nerves made it more and more difficult to concentrate on the battle.

The knights around him were pulled off their horses one by one, and they had to choose to fight on foot in embarrassment, in the sea of pikemen who were constantly surrounded by the tide, there were less than a hundred knights, like churning waves, fleeting like meteors, even if everyone could kill and injure a large number of opponents, but after all, they could not shake the tragic ending of the annihilation of the whole army, which made me begin to wonder if what was written in the book was too exaggerated, a few hundred knights could destroy and sweep away the enemy ten times their size, and the necessary premise was that the opponent was not a semi-professional organized soldier, but temporary conscription of cannon fodder peasant soldiers!

"Your Excellency!"

As I laboriously covered my wound with my hand and plunged my sword into the chest of a pikeman, the knight closest to me suddenly shouted hoarsely, judging by the sound of his almost broken voice, that something irreversible must have happened.

(End of chapter)