"Damn it!"

Surrounded by several cavalrymen, the small space in the helmet made me unable to breathe when I was nervous, and I was suffocated with every breath, and I felt like I was being suffocated by someone who was strangled by my neck and tightened a little bit.

A crossbow arrow slanted through the heavy protection, actually hit my right shoulder accurately, the sharp tip of the arrow is cold and piercing, like ice cubes in the mouth, people can clearly feel the existence of its cold exudation, a moment later, my nerve endings came from the pain of muscle fibers being torn apart layer by layer, more clear and transparent than the cold feeling.

I took a brief look at the wound, the eagle feather inserted into the armor at the end of the arrow, swaying proudly in the wind, the black and white pattern was particularly eye-catching, as if laughing at my dense defense, the place where the flesh and bone pierced did not bleed, it may be because the armor tightened the body, but it was like a thin needle piercing the finger The heart-rending pain, I didn't dare to move, and I had no strength to pull the entire right arm.

"You're injured, my lord, please return to the camp at once, and let us do the rest!"

The cavalry at the head of the cavalry heard the sound of cold air gasping between my teeth, noticed something unusual, turned his head and found the arrow on his shoulder, hurriedly supported my crumbling body, and shouted eagerly: "You can't even ride a horse now, you must leave the battlefield to treat your wounds, otherwise you are likely to die of infection!" ”

"Shut up!"

Now I realize that when the arrow penetrates into the flesh, it is not the most painful, and when it stops moving and really makes contact with your nerves, the pain that is indescribable in words is the fatal torture.

Beads of sweat kept coming out of my forehead, and I could feel the blood all over my body rushing out of the wound, and there were many small flying insects that could not be seen clearly in front of my eyes, buzzing and blurring my vision, I grabbed the other party's shoulders with all my strength, and said to him with concentration and trembling:

"If I leave now, it will be a big blow to morale, our soldiers are already in disarray in the face of a sudden enemy, and as a commander, they can't run away! Come, tear a cloth and tie my wound tightly, stop the bleeding first, and then ......"

He nodded, commanded a few comrades to form a human wall, surrounded me, and then tore off a long strip of cloth from the hem of his robe, and tied it tightly together with the chain mail he was wearing.

At this time, the enemy's scattered scattering came to an end a little, which could make the soldiers breathe, but the heavy cavalry was not so easy, they suffered heavy injuries, many people were wounded by arrows in order to cover me, and the outermost dozen people, there was no good place on their bodies, they were almost shot into a lump of rotten meat, and the eye holes of the helmets were full of long arrows, and the death was extremely miserable.

By this time we were some distance from the main formation, and the bull was instructing his soldiers to carry the wounded aside, and the enemy archers, as they had appeared, quietly disappeared into the dense woods, and many of the frightened soldiers sat on the ground, refusing to get up despite the beatings of their commanders, and stared numbly and in a daze.

The tragic sight they saw on the battlefield for the first time was tantamount to walking from hell for them, and it was a heavy blow to the naïve cognition of these young people who thought they had seen the killing of pigs and would not be afraid to use knives.

In contrast, the quality of the heavy cavalry is much stronger, although most of the riders are re-recruited, but the main force is the mercenaries who once licked the blood and made a living, and the ability to be calm and adapt on the battlefield is completely different, they take advantage of the vacancy of the enemy's archers to withdraw, and complete the reorganization of the team in almost minutes, each of them takes a wounded person who is still alive, and quickly rushes to occupy a basically stable mercenary team, without dragging the mud and water, and the cavalry led by Hans is also after killing the last enemy heavy infantryand the whole team followed us.

With the addition of cavalry, the outcome of the battle was basically finalized, and the heavy cavalry, which the enemy had not invested much, became meat buns for dogs, and all of them had no return to see God.

As the leader of the mercenaries, Jensen ran to me with a bloody face, carrying a giant sword specially made for him by Joel with a hammer in his hand, his panting chest rose and fell up and down, like a bulging bellows, he wiped a handful of blood stains on his face, and finally revealed half of his face:

"My lord, we suffered heavy damage, Rao is an experienced mercenary, and reacted immediately, but the disadvantage in equipment still made us suffer a big loss, the swordsman formation was disabled, most of the pikemen also lost their combat ability, and more people were disabled by the impact of the cavalry, which was even more uncomfortable than killing them."

I nodded solemnly, pointed to the blood on his face and asked, "You're not hurt, are you?" We had just been attacked by archers on the way here, and the heavy cavalry suffered great losses. ”

"It's fine!"

Jensen picked up the hem of his clothes and wiped his face indiscriminately, and spat on the ground with an indiscernible spit: "It's all the blood of the enemy, don't worry." ”

"The main force of the enemy has not appeared until now, they are like a confident big cat playing with a guinea pig, testing our strength little by little, gradually knocking on the defense, slowly disemboweling and swallowing gracefully."

I clenched my fists in hatred, feeling that the wound on my shoulder was not so painful, the cavalry had just severed the arrow that hindered its movement, and the arrow that had sunk into the flesh seemed to merge into its place, no longer with sharp stings.

It was only then that Tingson found out that I was wounded, looked at the wound with concern, took out a small clay vase from his bosom, poured out some black paste, applied it evenly to the wound, and bandaged it again with strips of cloth, and then said to me: "Just in case, it is better to shrink the army together." ”

I rode on my horse and beckoned to the two henchmen, each leading the team to retreat cautiously, trying to keep the speed while taking the wounded as much as possible, so as not to be caught by the enemy who had been killed on the way, and the remnants of my defeated army would not be able to withstand another rain of arrows.

Although the position of the mercenaries is not very far from the main formation, it is exactly at the corner of the road, a dense broad-leaved forest covers the sky and grows in the middle, and the wind blows through the fluttering leaves, coupled with the noisy sound of the golden iron horse on the battlefield, people can't hear what is happening around the corner at all, so when we turn around, we raise our eyes and are stunned by the dense enemies like ants rushing down the hillside in front of us, they are like a monstrous wave hitting the beach, and each impact takes away a few loose pieces of fine sand.

"This is the enemy's main force, Kohler guessed right, their target is Lord Bishop's carriage."

I gritted my teeth and burst out a few tongue-twisting words word by word: "Tune the tiger away from the mountain!" ”

Hans and Jensen looked at me in unison, waiting for the order to be given, and the warriors who could still move silently drew their weapons and prepared to attack.

I took a cursory look at the situation on both sides, and the Bishop's location was under the enemy's heavy care, and those Templars who were not afraid of death were almost filling it up with their own lives, strangling with the enemies rushing towards them, protecting the carriage behind them, and I could even clearly see Kohler's thin body climbing on the wheel, constantly aiming around and firing arrows.

"The cavalry will open the way in front, and the rest of the men will follow them and quickly join the warband, and now it is imperative to protect the Bishop, move forward, and do not think about defeating the enemy."

I pointed to the battlefield in front of me, where we were entangled with enemies and enemies, and immediately gave the order: "The soldiers with shields stand on the outside, and the others move close to each other to prevent the enemy's archers from appearing again to sneak up on us." ”

More than 70 cavalrymen urged their horses, brought up the dust all over the ground, and plunged into the enemy formation in the middle of the battle, and in an instant, a large area was rushed down, and the infantry who followed quickly mended the knife on the enemy who was struggling to stand up, and several people worked together to chop each other into meat sauce, and then hurriedly looked for the next target.

Hans was at the tip of the whole team, like the bow of a ship riding the wind and waves, gradually parting into the sea of people on both sides, and he could not count the number of stray arrows on his body, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, mechanically brandishing his special saber from Nijmehen, and with a hook of his wrist, he carried the head with a frightened expression into the sky.

"Your Excellency!"

A pair of big hands with bruised muscles suddenly grabbed the reins of my horse, startling the war horse straight nose, and when I looked closely, I found that the heavy shield on the bull's back was full of arrows and throwing axes, and the whole person was limping to keep up with the galloping war horse, and the flesh and blood on the legs were blurry and I couldn't see whether it was injured.

"How many enemies are there?"

I didn't have time to comfort him, so I shouted at the top of my voice, making sure to make the bull hear, "How can so many come out in the blink of an eye?" ”

"Not long after their archers withdrew, another wave of heavy cavalry burst out, cutting us and the Bishop's ranks, and then a spurt of countless enemies poured out like stabbing an ant's nest, charging and throwing axes, knocking out most of the Templars before they could get close."

The bull simply threw away the shield from his back, which made him pick up a little speed to keep up, and then I looked up to find that I had rushed with the soldiers to a very close place to the bishop's carriage, but a large number of enemy heavy cavalry in their vests dismounted and fought on foot, and the men and horses were mixed together to block the way.

In the days that followed, I always avoided over-baking bread and meat on the table, especially when I saw the roast chicken twisted into an unsightly shape, and the steaming shredded meat was torn off layer by layer, sticking to the large bruises that had not been cleaned, and the smell of smoke and fire would make me vomit.

The reason for all this started from this battle, and many years later, I finally understood why his health had deteriorated since Zhuge Liang went south to conquer Meng, and he must have had the same hardships as me, disgusting that he couldn't eat, and starved to death.

"My lord, let's rush over!"

The bull spat at the palm of his hand, rubbed it vigorously without feeling dirty, the blood vessels in his muscles collapsed, and he clenched his tomahawk and was eager to try, this freak who was as excited as injecting chicken blood when he had a fight, as if he had inexhaustible strength in his body, it was hard to imagine what he would have relied on to satisfy his perverted penchant for cutting people if he hadn't met me.

"Although the equipment is poor, we still have an advantage in numbers, it's a big deal to fight to the death, there is no chance of winning!"

(End of chapter)