"It's time!"

I took the torches that my squire had just lit, and held the bottles full of fire oil to meet the heavy infantry, and the archers followed each other to set fire to the torches, and the soldiers on the right flank had completely shrunk to the core of the phalanx, leaving the heavy infantry behind them some distance, and the enemy must have thought that they had finally torn through the line of Nijmegen, but they did not expect that the punishment from hell was about to be inflicted on them.

The first bottle of fire oil drew a perfect arc in the air, and when it landed at the feet of the heavy infantry, the other party was so frightened that he jumped back, thinking that it was some kind of novel hidden weapon, and after seeing that it was just a rough small clay bottle, he stepped forward angrily and stomped on it, thinking that he had been humiliated, and the black slime stained his shoes and splashed his comrades next to him, but no one cared.

Immediately after that, a succession of bottles of fire oil fell from the sky, shattered pottery shards and extremely strong fire oil were everywhere, and the Polish heavy infantry did not take this unpleasant smell of black oil seriously, and they could not help but think about the tension that could not be raised.

This group of conceited unfortunate people has been fighting the Slavs for a long time, and has not been exposed to news from the civilized world for a long time, in their eyes, the Eastern Romans in Standom are the center of civilization they yearn for, if anyone pays attention to the lace news brought back by the merchants from the distant Atlantic coast, they may be able to reflect the reason for the sudden fame of the Duke of Nijmegen, who has recently become famous, and can also figure out what the dirty grease splashed on their bodies is, and the next tragedy will not happen. So closing your eyes and hearing is tantamount to chronic suicide.

With only twenty meters left, the commander of the heavy infantry shouted, as if giving the order for a general attack, and the Poles threw down their shields and ran wildly, shouting in a language they did not understand.

There is no need to guess, judging from their hideous expressions, it is by no means a good word.

I tilted my head and stared at the Poles in front of me, who thought they were sure of victory, and lamented the tragic fate of the other side, who roared like wild beasts and raised their weapons, like the incarnate warriors of the pagan gods that the Polish ancestors once believed in, generously and fanatically plunged into the most primitive battle of mankind, from the Oder to Kievan Rus's vast land, the statues of the old gods were dying in the weeds that no one cared about, and could not protect his unfilial descendants who had converted to Christ.

"Torch!"

With my left hand, I took another flaming torch from a soldier next to me, and in a pose with both hands open, I raised my eyebrows playfully and threw it forward.

The torches fell from the air with bright extinguishment, and the flames stained with fire oil stagnated slightly, as if the two had not met for a long time, and they didn't react when they met, and they looked at each other and were stunned there, the Poles brandished their scimitar swords to dodge the torches thrown out of the Nijmegen formation, still shouting and charging, and a few clever contacts suddenly understood what was going on, and ran desperately to both sides, rubbing the grease on the ground of madness, but unfortunately it was too late.

The flames burned rapidly through the black grease, and instantly rushed to the height of the air, and the red demon completely put the Polish heavy infantry under the mouth of his greedy blood, devouring the living life with a speed visible to the naked eye, I watched a Polish soldier roll on the ground in pain, the only face that was exposed was no longer able to distinguish any trace of facial features, he was like a tin box canned food heated in a microwave oven, and finally exploded violently because he could not withstand the pressure of expansion, and the splash of minced flesh frightened our soldiers to retreat again and again.

I drew the sword at my waist, propped it on the ground to support my aching waist, turned to face the warriors who were looking at me with all my attention, and said in as calm but firm a tone as I could: "Warriors, you are God's most beloved warriors, the most pious sword of Christ, the best sons and daughters of Nijmegen, and we have come here from far and wide to face an enemy several times our size, not because we desire to kill, nor because the Duke of Nijmegen desires to expand his authority, but because the rebellious Poles have broken their agreement with the Empire, brazenly slaughtering the people of Germany, we also hold the hoe of ploughing in our hands with our clenched swords, but the ignorant barbarians choose to be the enemy of the great empire. ”

I fastened the belt of my helmet, flicked my sword and moved my wrist, pointing at the enemy who was as terrified as a frightened bird: "Then let's teach the barbarians who serve God ungodly, who is the bravest god of war in the world!" Rush, God's people! ”

The Poles have really seen the power of fire oil this time, the howls of crying father and mother are terrifying, even if they roll on the ground, they can't extinguish the flames on their bodies, the heavy armor has become a burden, they can't take it off and can't pull it off, the burning of the oil consumes too much oxygen, even we who stand on the side feel suffocated, and the heavy infantry is stuffed in it and all become canned braised pork.

Nijmegen turned defeat into victory, and the morale of the warriors was so high that one by one, like tigers descending from the mountain, rushed forward without waiting for the flames to be extinguished, and stabbed them with spears from a distance, and five or six men stabbed around a tin can that had been burned into a fireball, and the scene was spectacular.

The Guards cavalry who were crowded together in chaos also panicked, they watched their infantry comrades, who were also wearing heavy armor, instantly wrapped in flames, the pain of not being able to survive and not being able to die was very, and the oozing screams were like a virus spreading with the wind, eating away at the last fighting spirit of the Poles, and all they were thinking about at the moment was to escape from the scorching hell on earth in front of them, how far and how far to run!

The elite cavalry is not the Eastern Roman armored cavalry after all, the barbarians with little culture have been completely destroyed after encountering setbacks, they were born as samurai and have been instilled with the law of survival of the supremacy of force since childhood, believing in the superstitious authority of power, since wearing the armor of the Eastern Romans, the surrounding tribes and small countries are invincible, and the rise of Great Poland is a new power, they are proud to think that they are really invincible armored cavalry, but they did not expect to be beaten back to their original shape at home.

The soldiers of Nijmegen rushed into the ranks of the guards with a shout, and in groups of three against an enemy, they fought with spears, chopped their horses' legs with long knives, and knights who trampled on the ground, and those who held their maces to open their scoops, and behind the tacit cooperation were corpses huddled all over the ground, white brains flowing out and dirty dirt being trampled on.

The frightened Poles knelt down and begged for mercy, but the Nijmegen soldiers kicked them down without changing their faces, and aimed at the door of the head is a hammer, the three-edged sharp mace is like a canned Qizi, through the iron helmet, it can violently open the protection, crack the thin skull like paper paste, and the moment it is pulled out, the brain pulp mixed with blood gushes like an infusion, staining the armor on the soldier's chest red.

At the same time, Kohler and the bull took all the reserves, into the final decisive battle, fighting a tailwind battle is the specialty of the noble knights, this group of old soldiers did not in the emergency situation just now, the soles of the feet smeared with oil and ran away is also very face-saving, at this time the battlefield situation reversed, they naturally will not let go of the great opportunity to pick peaches, one by one full of spirit drove the mounts to rush over, the armor on the guards cavalry, has long made them red-eyed, grab one without accompanying and rob two to earn, if you can get another set for the squire, not to mention how beautiful!

"Forward, forward!"

Kohler led a horse and ran over, I grabbed the reins and jumped up, shouting to the noble knights who roared past me, and the gang all piled up to the corpses of the guards and frantically pulled down the iron armor, and their squires also hurriedly followed to help, and the scene was very chaotic.

"Forget it, my lord, let's hurry up and pursue Prince Bolesław, the bull and his daredevils have already quietly touched it, in case we go late, it will not be good to let the big fish slip through the net!"

Kohler urged me to hurry away, dozens of soldiers followed, and Jensen huddled in the middle of the crowd, smiling at me with the Wyvern banner of Nijmegen.

The Poles' home was already under the brunt of the bulls, and the last two teams of noble knights left in Bolesław's hands did not dare to step forward and fight desperately when they saw the shirtless death squad that had come over with their teeth and claws.

"Bulls, don't they have a lot of bottles of fire oil in their hands? Throw him with his life! ”

I couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth when I was excited, the battle was really refreshing, looking at the soldiers around me who were excited to chase the enemy and kill them all, you can deeply understand this, the victory of this battle is more firm in their hearts to the Duke of Nijmegen's worship, everyone firmly believes that as long as the Duke is there, there is no battle that cannot be won, I was deeply affected and kicked the horse's belly hard, and rushed out first,

"Kill! Not a single one to stay! ”

Do you know why it was so hard for me to develop an interest in horseback riding? Because this thing has neither shock absorption nor seat belts, it can also turn you upside down on a smooth stone road, not to mention that even if the saddle of cooked cowhide is padded with more cashmere blankets, it can't change the essence of its butt grinding, it's really hard to understand those historical figures who often wave Fang Yu's millions of male soldiers, don't they feel dizzy on horseback?

Just when I grinned and almost couldn't stand the sharp pain from the lower back, a dazzling fire suddenly rose in front of me, and the frightened war horse almost threw me down, thanks to the shock of my tiger body, the flexible and steady control of the party was fine, everyone seemed to enjoy the atomic bomb explosion of Hiroshima up close, the bull finally made a move, the scorching flames overwhelmingly surrounded the Polish knights, and the feast of barbecue human flesh was staged again.

"Hurry up, it's time for the enemy to slip away!"

The collapse of the Poles has become a fact, Bolesław must have run away in advance, if he can't catch this big fish to add icing on the cake, this battle is tantamount to not doing his job, fortunately the white fat man mixed with his brother according to the agreement with me, and laid the foreshadowing in advance.

(End of chapter)