"Since you don't treat me as an outsider, then I'm embarrassed to twist and pinch my children's affection."

Jensen slung his tomahawk to his back, then found a flat ground and squatted down, drawing simple sketches from branches.

"Baron Lefen's army is numerous, in addition to the family knights and relatives and friends who rushed to the battle, there is also a Norman mercenary army of about a hundred people, these elite troops, layer upon layer of the baron's marching tent around the center, outside are the undisciplined and unmorale peasant soldiers."

"This layout is to prevent the enemy from sneaking attack, I'm afraid that with only such a little cavalry, you can't get close to the big camp at all, as long as you use the peasant soldiers as cannon fodder to slow down the impact of the cavalry, a few salvos of bows and arrows can annihilate you in an instant, and the cold-blooded lords will not be reluctant to let a few peasants bury you with you."

"Hiss......"

I gasped, obediently, and almost hit the point of no return!

This mere twenty cavalry is not enough for the enemy to stuff his teeth, and the plan of sneak attack and lure the enemy is a little too risky, it may be that this trick has been tried and tested repeatedly in previous campaigns, which makes me conceited, and I really regard myself as an unborn European famous general, and I am really humble to make people progress, and pride kills invisibly.

I picked up a stick, made a few spots on Jensen's sketch, and pressed him on, "Then do you think there is any way to get us close to the baron's camp, or to have them abandon their infantry and pursue us on light horseback?" To tell you the truth, my cavalry is just bait to lure the enemy, and the real battlefield is in the swamp not far from here, where no matter how powerful his knight is, there is no room to show it, so he can only obediently send him to death. "I drew a thick line to represent the Maas River, and then roughly marked the location of the ambush marsh.

"It turns out that this is your plan, but I have to regret to tell you, I am afraid that it is impossible to lure the enemy into pursuit, and you will not be able to rush to the marching tent through the dense camp, just as a small wave cannot shake the boulder standing on the shore in vain." Jensen thought for a moment, and regretfully said that he could not do anything.

"Then what should I do, do you really want me to wait for death on the battlefield with dignity? It's better to just admit defeat. ”

I was full of self-confidence, and I was suddenly deflated, slumped on the ground, and when I set out for the battle, the pride of the horizontal knife immediately looked at the world and evaporated instantly.

"Flanders? I can't help even a little baron, and what to talk about conquering the Low Countries! ”

Tinson quietly crouched beside me, clenched his fists and said to me, "I have a plan, Lord Earl, and in order to repay your generosity and kindness, please let our forest knights help you realize your dreams!" ”

"Speed up, don't you see that the enemies behind are about to catch up and kick your chrysanthemum!"

I endured the churning in my stomach like a pot of porridge, and my dizzy internal organs did not gush out, and I used my spare strength to shout at the cavalry around me.

"Hurry, hurry! Don't skimp on horsepower, give me a hard pump! As long as this battle is won, I guarantee that everyone will be redressed from head to toe, and the good war horse will be picked at will! ”

Looking at the war horse that was about to run and foam at the mouth, I wrinkled my eyebrows in distress, but there was no way to change it, the current situation, I think it is very funny, more than a dozen cavalry lost their armor and beat the horse and ran in front, followed by hundreds of teeth and claws, and the war horse ran fast and vomited blood called Huazi soldiers, while running and picking up the armor weapons dropped by the cavalry all over the ground to wear on their bodies, the scene was weird and nonsensical, if there were spectators passing by at this moment, I don't know, I thought I was filming a medieval version of the Great Escape.

This was the bad idea Jensen had given me, but with a slight twist on my original plan, and insisting that only realistic effects could fool the fox-like and cunning Baron Lefen.

So don't think that the cavalrymen's red cheeks and the armor and weapons that keep falling are acting, they are really running to the limit of their lives, once there is a slightly raised dirt bag in front of them and trips the horse, the knight on horseback will fall to the ground and will never get up again because of the loss of strength.

The dense branches and leaves overhead suddenly disappeared, and the sunlight splashed like hot soup boiling in a cauldron, so hot that people's eyelids could not be opened, and they could only squint into a small slit, and the horses jumped into the flat riverside meadow, running much faster than in the woods, and the distance between the two teams was slightly widened, which made the tense nerves of the riders somewhat relaxed.

At the edge of Baron Lefen's camp was a shack built by the peasants with spears and branches, which was a good situation, most of the peasants did not even have a decent weapon, and went to the battlefield with a large wooden stick that they picked up, so they could only find a dry place to sleep in clothes, and the people they knew made a pile of twos and twos to resist the cold and cool air in the early morning, making the camp look like a beach after a storm, dilapidated and messy.

Perhaps it was the shaking of the horses stomping on the ground, which disturbed the sleep of many people, and the peasants stood up in a daze, rubbing their sleepy eyes, and then they saw a cavalry of unknown origin, being chased by a group of soldiers dressed in fancy clothes, and the embarrassed appearance even looked a hundred times stronger than the lost dogs.

The cavalry were obviously frightened by the camp that suddenly appeared in front of them, and even the two people in front fell out directly because they were panicked and could not control the war horses well, and the broken white bone stubble that was still stained with flesh and blood was exposed to the outside, which frightened some peasant soldiers who had never seen a big scene with weak legs and trembling straight back.

But they didn't take two steps back before they crashed into a strong breastwork, and the knights, who were usually regarded as gods, stared at them with angry eyes, as if they were ready to tear them apart with their powerful arms.

Compared to the dozen or so cavalrymen who were almost running to the limit and did not know the enemy, the most terrifying thing was the knight lords behind them, who could send themselves to God in the blink of an eye.

The peasants semi-voluntarily returned to the front of the camp, took up their weapons and lined up in a sparse and weak front, watching the cavalry with the strange blue and white flying dragon banner getting closer and closer, and silently praying in their hearts that God would not let themselves die so miserably.

"My lord, the war horse is about to lose control, what should I do?"

Although the cavalry around me had been turned upside down, they still reflexively saw the danger, and saw that the archers behind the enemy's battle line were nervously tightening the bowstrings, and hurriedly asked me loudly for the next order.

"It doesn't matter so much, since we have done our best to get to this point, whether we win or lose will be left to the all-knowing and all-powerful God to judge!"

I slowly tightened the reins of my horse, lowered myself on the horse's back, took a deep breath, and prepared to start one of the most beautiful and important slalom of my life. ”

Following my order, all the cavalry tightened the reins of their horses, tried their best to control the mounts under their hips, lowered their upper bodies and merged with their horses, maintained their balance, and tried not to let their bodies fall inward due to inertia, otherwise they would be severely disabled at least or die on the spot.

I heard the nervous cries of the riders, and of course the screams of many people falling over their horses, and the neighing of the horses in their last moments.

I closed my eyes, glad that I was still held in God's hands, and the sound of the wind in my ears reminded me that I was still in reality, and there was a moment when my soul was out of my body, and my heart was about to jump out of my throat, and I felt that I was so close to heaven.

"Shoot the arrows!"

A man in improvised leather armor, who looked like a leader, with his archers in formation, and in a dialect I did not understand, gave orders, and judging by the few feathered arrows that the peasants were scrambling to tighten their bowstrings and pull down on our periphery like a drizzle, it is likely that he was shouting the word, perhaps bringing some incomprehensible human organ with him to strengthen his tone.

The outermost cavalry who were running and lost almost all their equipment were unfortunately shot, in fact, they were even worse than them, the war horses that fell into a state of madness under their crotches, those Artemis, the goddess who was said to be in charge of fertility and reproduction in ancient Egypt, and the blessed crescent-shaped horseshoe ran away and could not escape the life of ten thousand arrows, and their wide eyes were full of horror and uneasiness, and together with their dead masters on their backs, they were fiercely planted to the ground, and then they were trampled into meat paste by their equally galloping companions behind. Or take them to Huangquan together.

In just one turn, nearly half of the dozen or so cavalry I had left, no longer able to keep up with the footsteps of the large army, became dust that flew with the air.

The peasants, who may not have even shot pheasants, were so happy to train us, and their crooked arrows stumbled into the chests of the cavalrymen, or the thighs of the horses, and although they could not be killed on the spot, they were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and made the rider who was close to the limit roll down the dust with his horse.

Fortunately, the flag bearer still firmly followed me, and the heraldic flag pierced by the feather arrow in his hand hunted and hunted, and the strong air flow of the incomprehensible style tore it into a tattered and messy shape, but it became the focus of everyone's eyes, the North Star guiding the way in the vast sea, and the remaining cavalry automatically lined up in a compact line behind the Wyvern Banner, and the enemy also took it as an identification mark, and more arrows beckoned to us.

In the midst of the bump, I turned my head with difficulty and looked behind the buzzing people......

The scene was as intense as imagined, and I saw Jensen leading his younger brothers, panting and falling farther and farther behind, just as it had been discussed at the beginning, giving a signal to the big men in the camp.

The group of cavalry running around in front of him was the Earl's own soldiers, and the Earl himself was also embarrassed to run in the team, and the brothers chased for nine hundred and eighty-one miles, after all, two legs can't run four legs, even if they are benevolent and righteous to chase here, what to do with the rest of the things, it depends on whether the old man wants to capture the enemy chief and complete the battle.

After all, the two sides have already issued a formal war letter, and the time and place of the battle have been agreed with dignity, and if they rashly pursue at this moment, it is very likely that they will be despised in the aristocratic circle as a negative teaching material for not abiding by the agreement between knights, and not everyone is like me who pursues victory by any means and dies to save face and suffer the sin, which is a common phenomenon in this era, so that the bards can make their stories into poems and sing them widely, and most people will think that although they are defeated, they are still honored.

(End of chapter)