As soon as the leader of Lyutich finished speaking, the cavalry of the Guards, which had galloped to the front of the formation, suddenly stopped in unison from within range of the archers in Nijmegen, and their movements were in unison like programmed robots.

Carrying leather-wrapped round shields to protect their bodies, they slung maces and maces around their waists, and with sharp short javelins on their backs, they leaped slowly but unstoppably into the first trench.

The scattered arrows fired from the forward fortress, even at such a close distance, could not penetrate the protection of the double armor of the Guardsmen, and they fell to the ground in a messy and futile manner, more like a footnote to the legend of the enemy's invincibility.

As the Poles crawled out of the trenches and gradually crossed the defensive line of the thistles, the defenders of the forward fortresses wavered!

Many people threw away their armor in front of the invulnerable tin cans, and ran around like headless flies, and some of the Lyutich warriors jumped into the middle of the guards and cavalry without fear of death, and turned into a bloody storm!

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!"

I yelled hysterically at the bulls: "Suppress them with armor-piercing arrows." ”

The bull stretched out his hands weakly and pointed to the Nijmegen Flying Dragon Battle Banner waving in the wind at the head of the city: "No, my lord, the wind is too strong, even the armor-piercing arrow can't guarantee the accuracy of the projectile." ”

"Cunning, too cunning!" I repeated the lines I had said before, and I almost crushed a bite of steel teeth.

"No wonder the Poles took a slow time to complete the encirclement, it turned out that they were not calm and calm, but calculated that there would be a strong wind today, and they also picked an upwind outlet!"

The bull was full of black lines, and he saluted at me who was thundering, and there were generally only two reasons why the Duke was so angry.

Either you suffer a loss, or you suffer a big loss!

Counting that he had fought a lot with this group of straw bales in the Middle Ages, but the first time he encountered an opponent like Grand Duke Mieshko, the entire textbook of the art of war was easy to retract and release, and he even knew meteorological knowledge.

"The enemy is closing in on the second trench!" The herald on the tower didn't think the scene was chaotic enough, and waved a small flag to report the situation loudly, adding to the tension.

Yaroslav put on a delicately patterned leather coat, which only the best warriors of Lyutich were qualified to wear, and the garment itself is said to have been passed down for three generations, and has a history of more than ten years, and he put his foot on the city wall, arranged the leather ropes on his boots one by one, and asked me with great calm:

"We must no longer let the enemy easily step forward, breaking through the three lines of defense is our bottom line, and someone must stop them!"

I nodded blankly, my thoughts were also blown apart by the strong wind, Grand Duke Mieshko is using the time to minimize the battle damage in the advance, let me build a defensive system through trenches and bunkers, and the plan to consume his troops fell through, and directly ushered in a-for-tat siege battle.

"Then who did you say send?" I asked knowingly.

"Of course I will go by myself."

Yaroslav, with the help of the tribal warriors, put a beautiful feather bib around his shoulders, and the gray mountain eagle feathers were shiny and shiny, as if they were still attached to the handsome bird of prey, making Yaroslav look more elegant.

It is an ancient custom of the Lyutich people to pin their victory on the divine power bestowed by some spiritual being.

"The battle axes of the warriors of Lyutich crave blood, just as a land in a long drought needs rain, and the time has come for us to make a difference." After he finished speaking, he raised his arms and exhaled, and the strange tattooed Liudiqi warriors on his forehead all jumped and shouted excitedly, looking wild and extraordinary.

"The enemy is a fully armed mechanical monster, and with your blood and flesh alone, rushing forward is purely to send you to death!" Although I was dizzy at the moment, I was still basically awake, and the Lyutich guards didn't even have the ability to stuff people's teeth.

"Good steel is used on the blade, and I will not allow you to attack."

"Or I'll go!"

After I rejected the attack plan of the Lyutics, the bull hurriedly stated: "I led the archers with armor-piercing arrows, and broke into the forward fortress to shoot the enemy nearby, presumably the hit rate can be greatly improved, and every time I kill a heavy cavalryman, I can make the Grand Duke of Poland feel a lot of pain!" ”

All eyes were on me, waiting for the final decision.

In fact, everyone understands that if the enemy's first attack cannot be stopped, and they can break through all the defenses under the castle without hindrance, the wooden walled city will not be able to withstand the fire attack and the overwhelming sea of people, and the fall is a sure thing.

"Alright! You and Yaroslav attack together, cover each other, and make sure everyone comes back alive. ”

I stood with my back to me, not wanting them to see my tangled expression, this battle was fought enough, like a king who was only held down, and could only shrink into a shell and wait for death.

Poland is the biggest enemy of Nijmegen to open up the north, I thought that I was at the mercy of the two princes, but I didn't expect that Grand Duke Mieszko didn't pay attention to those messy housework at all, and directly gathered heavy troops to attack Neustadt.

The bull and Yaroslav looked at each other and smiled, and the trust in each other was written in their eyes, and although they were not convinced by either at first, their mutual admiration was still overflowing.

The so-called heroes cherish heroes, and it is better to have comrades-in-arms of comparable strength than many opponents of equal strength, and this is the first time that the two of them have fought together.

"Hey, brute cow, don't worry about your back to me!" Yaroslav wrapped the strip of cloth around his little axe and swung it twice in the wind.

"Let you Franks see the style of the Lyutich warriors!"

The bull snorted disdainfully, he has never served anyone in such a thing as a war, Kohler is counted as one, but it is a pity that the mute who pretends to be cool every day disdains any force ranking more than him.

"It's okay, as long as you don't drag me down and protect the back of your Lyutichs."

The bull beckoned to his subordinates, picking the bow of the hand, this thing will be fiddled with by the children in the mountains, not to mention that Kohler also handed it over hand in hand, and the face-to-face blockade still missed, it was a little too cheap, how to mix it in Nijmegen in the future?

The gates opened, and the bulls and Yaroslav led a hundred selected archers, and a hundred tattooed Lyutich warriors, and ran swiftly and orderly along the layers of trenches and antlers, and the soldiers hurriedly pushed the gates tightly, and inserted heavy bolts, and I stared at the main camp of Grand Duke Mieshko opposite, who must have also seen Nijmegen send troops, and did not know what to expect.

The Polish heavy cavalry was like a robot full of electricity, neatly crossing the second trench, dozens of pounds of armor on the body as if nothing was alive, the Lyutich people guarding the fortress shot a crooked rain of arrows, basically the enemy was as incapable of damage as mosquito bites, only one or two unlucky eggs were shot at the feet, cursing and retreating to the side, chagrin to see their comrades continue to charge, but they were not idle, drawing out the hand axe or short sword on their waist, Three times five divided by two, he chopped the horses and thistles around him, and he was very busy.

The Poles who stormed the fortress and the defenders were strangled together, and the two sides just fought each other, and the Lyutić fought with a brute force, and they didn't care even if they went deep into the enemy's bushes.

Most of the Polish heavy cavalry were born in the aristocracy, they received systematic combat training since childhood, and they could try their skills in hunting if they had nothing to do, and then after the training of instructors from Constantinople, the Eastern Rome accumulated hundreds of years of experience in dealing with barbarians, which made them more powerful, and paid attention to echoing and cooperating with each other, even if they fought on foot, they could still follow the established tactics step by step, often three people formed a formation independently, two shields were the main defense and a sword main attack, the advance and retreat were orderly, the attack and defense were reasonable, and the meat grinder easily dealt with dozens of Liutich people who fought separately.

Dense trenches and fortresses held back the enemy's attack, and at the same time imprisoned themselves, and the bulls walked around as if they were walking through a labyrinth, and it took a long time to reach the third line of defense, when the enemy had already eliminated the last defensive force on the second line of defense and stopped on the spot relying on the fortress.

"Damn, what are they going to do?" I clung to the city wall and leaned out anxiously, could it be that the enemy saw through our intention to shoot at the nearest and decided to temporarily withdraw his troops and wait for reinforcements?

"Listen, my lord, the drums of war are beating again!"

Rollo leaned his ear to determine the source of the sound and reminded me: "This is the drumbeat of the Slavs' attack. ”

"It turns out that cannon fodder mode was activated."

Biting the dead skin on my lip, I suddenly remembered the agreement I had made with Yaronova that the Lyutich would not help Nijmegen to attack the Slavic tribes, and that the enemy on the opposite side did not know if it was their kindred, and in case Yaroslav picked on the line, the defense line would be in jeopardy.

I was nervous in a cold sweat, and my brain was running fast to find a solution to the problem, and I thought about it only by using the baby at the bottom of the box in advance.

"Rollo, you bring some fire oil up, and tell the bull to turn the third line of defense into a sea of fire as soon as the Slavs charge!"

I rubbed my hands and didn't know where to put it, and my palms were full of fine beads of sweat: "Let them all withdraw to the city gate and rearrange the defenses." ”

Luo Luo didn't say a word and took the order, I raised my eyelids, a little astringent, the opposite Grand Duke Mieshko's flag waved, two teams of archers urged the horses, caught up with the Slavs running all over the mountains and outflanked, and the heavy infantry also raised their shields and slowly advanced, covering the archers behind them.

"Oops, the enemy is trying to close the range, and with the help of the wind, the Poles can shoot us into a sieve!"

I slammed my head on the door, and an epiphany seemed to understand the tactics of Grand Duke Mieszko: "The wind is strong, they want to play with fire!" ”