"They're coming!" The scout jumped swiftly from the tree beside him, shouting out of breath.

"Withdraw! Evacuate! ”

I commanded at the top of my voice, and Kohler gestured to the dozen or so archers behind him, motioning for them to follow him, and I nodded to him through the chaotic carriages and horses, and led the soldiers who fled like refugees, packed in several carts.

The mud of the road was beyond my imagination, and after walking not far, wheels would sink into the mud puddle, and the people around me had to roll up their sleeves to help push the cart, but they were thrown all over in mud, and they didn't know where to throw their weapons.

The pursuers had turned the corner of the road and appeared behind us, and sure enough, as the intelligence said, they were all cavalry, and the only good news was that their armor was leather armor, which was temporarily equipped to chase and kill light cavalry units, and the lethality was equally deadly.

"Drop the supplies and retreat with all your might!"

When the enemy was getting closer and closer, and the heat was about the same, I hurriedly ordered the whole army to advance lightly, but the soldiers under my command were too deep into the play, and they made a lot of money for the first time. This time it was self-defeating.

The abandoned carriages were parked on the main road, like simple horse-repellent stakes, seriously hindering the enemy's pursuit, many light cavalry pulled their mounts, found their way around the horse workshop, and the soldiers who fled like headless flies with their backpacks also blocked the few vacancies in the horse workshop, and the rebel cavalry had to free up their hands to cut and kill these blood-sucking mosquitoes, and more and more cavalry piled up in a small space, until the archers led by Kohler appeared from the woods where they were hiding and set up an attack formation, and no one even found them.

Kohler aimed the tip of his arrow at one of the cavalrymen at the front, waiting with bated breath like a patient hunter, and when all the enemies behind him had turned the corner of the road, and when the loaches were crowded together and could not move, he reached out and loosened the bowstring, which was also the signal for attack.

Suddenly...... The whizzing of arrows cut off the enemy's irritable invective, and the rain of arrows from the sky knocked the men at the front to the ground, and the frightened horses went on a rampage, further complicating the already chaotic scene.

The enemy commander in red did not hurry to turn the rear team into the front team, bypassing the crowded road to attack the archers led by Kohler, Kohler and they abandoned their horses and fled into the woods after shooting two rounds of bows and arrows, and I also ran to the river with the rest of the soldiers, the enemy commander angrily scolded, it is a pity that I do not understand Latin, can not appreciate the wonderful aristocratic style of insulting rhetoric, it is said that when the real nobles scold people, they also strictly abide by rhetoric.

He left some of the cavalry to clean up the mess, and he led the others to continue the pursuit, and he refused to give up when he saw that the posture seemed to break my body into pieces.

"Hooked!"

I curled the corners of my mouth and smiled, urging the soldiers to throw their weapons on the ground indiscriminately, putting on a hasty appearance, and trying to travel as lightly as possible to increase the speed, many people saw the fate of their comrades, and threw away their big burdens as if they had just woken up from a dream, knowing that it was important to save their lives at this juncture, and if they were caught up by someone halfway, there was no place to reason for crying.

The sound of flowing water can already be heard, the woods on the hillsides on both sides are gloomy and quiet, and the path leading to the river is getting narrower and narrower, like an upside-down colander, making it an excellent terrain for ambushes.

I ran in a hurry in the chaos of the army, and in order not to attract attention, the war horse had long been abandoned, and I felt much safer standing in the crowd.

I looked back at the approaching enemy, and their commander seemed to notice that there was some eerie silence in the woods on either side, and that it was too late to restrain the horses' hooves at such a fast speed, so I had to gallop hard, praying for God's blessing.

Countless black shadows suddenly appeared from the hidden place, and the bright sword coldly reflected the murderous aura!

"Hurry back!"

The rebel commander in red screamed, his voice was thin like a girl, I could understand his elongated vocal cords because he was nervous and shouted so sharply, and what made me even more satisfied was that there was finally a Latin sentence that I could understand, retreat! I love that word!

The sudden appearance of the ambush soldiers made the enemy, who was still full of confidence just now, ready to drive us out of hell in an instant, and the people behind could not retract their horses and crash into the front, and a thousand cavalry were mixed together like dumpling stuffing wrapped in dough, and they couldn't care about each other, even if the commander in red tried his best to greet the soldiers left and right, trying to maintain order among the soldiers, but in the end it was to no avail.

Because two hundred Venetian heavily armed archers had emerged from the woods where they were hiding, the arrows wrapped in oilcloth burned with enchanting blue flames, and the shiny head of the Mediterranean uncle loomed in the firelight, like a divination crystal ball, announcing the fate of the enemy's mortality.

"Attack! Shoot their warhorses! ”

The death-like majestic uncle gave the order, and the archers aimed at the unprotected horses under the crotch of the rebel cavalry, and the horses that were hit by the arrows neighed in pain and fell to the ground, and pressed under them together with the cavalry who could not dodge on their backs, and the horses without arrows were frightened by the flames burning everywhere, and they did not listen to the shouts of the cavalry in terror, and fled to a safe place with their hooves kicking their hooves.

At this time, a hundred-man infantry team marched in a neat pace, holding shields to block the way, the mace that the cavalry feared the most, was shining with cold air, and the pocket encirclement was finally completed, and the enemy who fell into the trap turned into weak chickens, frightened by a group of weasels grinding their teeth and sucking blood.

"Dismount, dismount!"

The commander of the enemy, wielding his long sword, ordered the cavalry to use the back of the horse as cover to conceal the target, and minimize casualties.

"Projectile!"

In response to the change of the enemy's situation, the uncle changed the battle order according to the situation, so that the archers under his command continued to suppress the enemy, not giving them a chance to breathe, although the angle is difficult to grasp, most of them fall behind, but there are still a lot of deadly arrow rain pouring down from the sky, densely covering every inch of the earth, so that the enemy horsemen hiding behind the horse have nothing to hide.

In order to protect the commander, the guards around him held small round shields to help shield the shots from the sky, but this exposed themselves, and the light leather armor could not prevent the iron arrows from tearing the protection into the flesh, and one after another screamed and was pierced into the hedgehog.

"Rush up the hill! Fast! ”

The commander of the enemy army took off his red shirt and threw it aside, took the small round shield handed by his men, and charged the hillside first, completely ignoring the key care of the archers, and the arrow in the shoulder only shouted and pulled out the arrow, and continued to charge without blinking his eyes, like a mad leopard, with only prey to be slaughtered in his eyes, and the dragon and tiger were unstoppable.

The rest of the soldiers were motivated to be bloody, and they fought hard with him, and for a time they had the upper hand in momentum, and paid a lot of casualties, but slowly approached the slope where the archers were, and Uncle Mediterranean immediately ordered to stop shooting, beckoned his men to retreat behind the infantry with shields and defensive formations, and drew their swords at their waists to prepare for hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.