Based on everyone's opinions, I immediately made an arrangement:

"Hans and I led the cavalry to set out first, taking off all unnecessary equipment and going into battle lightly, in a hurry against time, Jensen accompanied us as a guide to show the way, and the bull led the rest of the infantry to march alternately in two batches, keeping a sufficient rescue distance from the cavalry, and Kohler's archers pressed into formation, and were attached to the back of the infantry, ready to meet at any time."

The bumps on horseback became a part of the daily life of the Middle Ages, and I rode on it for longer than I did on the bed, and although the knife wound on my back still ached from time to time, I was accustomed to this kind of high-intensity long-distance running, and whenever my stomach turned over and I was about to vomit, I always took the words to comfort myself:

The horses that ran on your back and vomited blood didn't complain, what power do you have to be cheap and obedient to complain!

Entering the dangerous distance of the enemy's alert, Jensen found a windy hillside to settle all the cavalry, everyone seized the last time to sort out the equipment, let the war horses chew the grass to recover their strength, as the crossbowmen of the internal response at this moment changed into Nijmegen's cross robes, still small like a dried salted fish, leading a few of us to quietly touch the back of the Normandy camp, condescendingly observing the movement.

"It seems that Duke Richard has made a decision against the crowd, and their camp to the south is being packed up, and it may be time to start moving."

The crossbowmen pointed to an open field far from us, where many soldiers were carrying the bundled tents onto the wagons, and the guards were no longer visible from the big trees that served as observation posts.

"If we rush down from here, we will crash into the camp of the Duke's Guard, and we will be able to kill them by surprise with our horsepower."

"There is a clear boundary between the camps of their nobles and ordinary soldiers, the duke's camp is wrapped in a pile of large and small camps, and the guards are all neatly clothed and patrolled there, even if we rush into it with a momentary suddenness, it is difficult for us to quickly expand the results of the battle, but to give the well-trained guards time to breathe, it is said that the guards of Normandy are all warriors of one hundred and hundred, and dozens of cavalry are just a plate of food in their eyes, not worth mentioning."

I still know the strength of my new cavalry, and besides, I have just experienced a fierce battle and a long run, and the combat effectiveness is greatly reduced, and the odds of victory against the Normandy Guard, who are equal in numbers, are not very good.

"What do you mean, my lord?"

Jensen stared at me for an answer, victory after victory proved the military genius of the Count of Nijmegen, and he believed that there would be some brilliant plan this time.

I pouted in embarrassment, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint my loyal fans this time.

"What we can do now is to keep an eye on the enemy as much as possible, and see that they can't finish the camp in a short time, we can only pray that the infantry of the bull will arrive soon and complete the final encirclement of the enemy."

Speaking of which, I regret that I used too much oil at that time, even if I could leave a little bit, I was sure to win in the chaos.

A little flying insect that could not be named fluttered its wings pleasantly, like a noble lady who had just made a perfect appearance, and fell from the blade of grass to the tip of my nose with a good tone, and looked at me disdainfully with its millions of compound eyes, and then twisted its waist and ran to another place as if dissatisfied.

I spit out the chewing straw stick in my mouth to the ground, pulled away the leaves above my head to shade the sun, and glanced at the foot of the hill, still scrambling to pack up the Normandy camp that was leaving, and re-hid in the thick bushes, pretending to be a leopard lurking and waiting for an opportunity.

"The bull, who has always been anxious, why is he slow like an old lady with a herniated disc at this time? It's been so long that I haven't even seen a shadow, and I didn't send scouts to report it! ”

I complained impatiently to Hans and Jensen beside me, the fighter plane is disappearing little by little with the passage of time, and missing the best time to attack is like letting a pervert let go of the sexy *** subconscious pain of writhing on the bed is not something that anyone can experience.

"Send out scouts again, be sure to contact them."

Hans sent two horsemen on horseback to search in two different directions, and the crossbowmen, who had been motionless like a sculpture, suddenly beckoned to us in a low voice, pointed to the camp at the foot of the hill, and said, "They seem to be doing something, come and see, my lord." ”

As we looked in the direction he was pointing, there were many Norman-like guards with big waists and round diamonds, walking in front to drive the soldiers who came and went to carry things, and a few squires led the equally tall and handsome horses, and then knelt on the ground and used their bodies as stools, respectfully waiting for their masters.

"That's the Duke of Normandy!"

The crossbowman covered his mouth and exclaimed: "Several people around him are all major vassals of Normandy, and in the end, it is the Count of Sviki who is standing on his waist, and it seems that his life is not easy." ”

I don't need him to introduce him, the Duke of Normandy wearing black armor, even if he turns to ashes, I can recognize it, the kind of aristocratic style that exudes pride from every pore from head to toe, like the smell of a fox, which begins to pollute the world after a few hundred meters.

I watched him proudly walk among a group of vassals who were walking in unison, foaming and splattering as he went, and his vassals nodded in agreement and escorted him to the prepared horses.

"Oh no, he's going to run!"

Hans cried out, but fortunately it was far away and not heard by the enemy, and he was embarrassed to scratch his head and crouch down again in the gaze of the others.

"That's right, looking at the posture, he is leaving, it shouldn't be going to the battlefield, maybe it's to change the idea of continuing the pursuit and preparing to retreat to the rear."

I pinched my chin to express my opinion, turned around and asked the crossbowmen: "Is there any reserve in Normandy elsewhere, and only so many soldiers were dispatched in this ambush?" ”

The crossbowman carefully recalled every detail, and then nodded with great certainty: "I may not be able to say the exact number, but the cavalry is completely annihilated, and the infantry is left with nothing left except for those who have fled back, and there is absolutely no reserved reserve, otherwise the Duke would not have been able to wait until now, with my understanding of him during this lurking period, I will never be so calm." ”

"So now is the only chance to catch him, God is really going to give people a problem."

The bull's reinforcements were delayed, and Duke Richard, who had wanted to catch turtles in the urn, might leave again, so I glanced at the cavalrymen who were sorting out their equipment not far away, and finally made up their minds:

"Since the reinforcements are not coming, we can only take risks and go it alone, and we can still run away if we can't win."

Hans looked at the cavalry under his command that had just been formed into an army, behind every young and confident face, there were long hours of unremitting training and hard work, sweat soaked the land in exchange, and even those war horses that leisurely flicked their tails to drive away mosquitoes and chewed grass roots in their mouths, all of which were good comrades-in-arms with him day and night.

Nijmegen's cavalry has always been a high-risk class, living in legend for a long time, often regrouping soon, will experience a bloody battle, and then the whole army is wiped out or on the verge of extinction, and has to start all over again, and as the oldest cavalry commander, he watched countless familiar comrades go to the battlefield, and disappear in the shadow of swords and swords.

I understand his inner feelings, but soldiers are duty-bound to obey orders, and the feudal army in the Middle Ages was a private armed force that worked for the lord.

"I thought about it for a while, I can't split the cavalry that is already lacking in attack power again, I have to clench it into a fist and hit the enemy hard."

I looked at everyone's faces in turn, waving my clenched fists, encouraging them, who felt they were not sure of victory, to unify the minds of the commanders first.

"Don't be superstitious about the number of soldiers, just take them by surprise, and no amount of enemies will be just wooden stakes to decorate the footnotes of victory."

Tinsen was the first to agree, he stared at me trustingly, cheered up his comrades-in-arms, and replied earnestly: "You just tell us what to do, it has always been the tradition of Nijmegen to win more with less, and I believe that this time will be no exception, God will always favor the victorious army." ”

I drew a simple map on the ground with a scabbard, although when I was a child, my art was not very good, and I often drew things into four dislikes, but in this era I have been immersed for a long time, and my ability to draw lines is still better than that of most nobles who only know how to fight and kill, and in a moment the situation between the enemy and the enemy is clear in front of everyone, I squeezed my eyes proudly, pointed to the place where we were, and said to them:

"Due to the numerical inferiority, a rash attack is like taking a small glass of water to put out a fire, it will not help, but will bury the soldiers and their own lives in vain, although I don't know what the marching queue will be like after the enemy pulls out, but according to years of experience, the duke's team should only be guarded by the guards, and the rest of the soldiers will be evenly distributed in the front and rear, which gives us an opportunity."

"Do you want to use these cavalry to directly attack the enemy's marching columns?"

Hans looked at me incredulously, as if he had heard some shocking idea, and waved his hand in denial.

"The mountains are not suitable for cavalry charges, and once our cavalry loses the power of the impact and gets caught up in the enemy, such a few people will be drowned in the armor of Normandy in an instant, and not even a small wave will be raised."

I'm very happy that he has finally learned to think about problems, unlike the bulls who only know how to keep their heads down and do things brutally, and have a bit of a talent for creation.

I picked up my scabbard, then marked the location of the river's bend on the map, and detailed my plan: "The camp in Normandy is backed by this small hill, and there is a river meandering on the side, although there are natural dangers that can be used for defense, and it is easy to drink and supply, but it is a taboo for soldiers, this kind of terrain is considered Jedi, and it is almost inherently intended for ambushers. ”

(End of chapter)