I looked up in the direction where the voice came from, only to see the enemy viciously slashing the enemy in front of me from head to toe, and the gushing blood stained his face, like an angry hellboy, with the flames of death burning in his eyes.

"What's wrong, knight?" Afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear clearly in the chaotic battle, I asked at the top of my voice.

"On our right, the Normans rushed over and we were finished......"

The knight stretched out his hand and pointed to his right, his detached arm trembling uncontrollably, and his voice stopped abruptly.

At the moment when he was distracted, two pikemen lifted him up and threw him on the ground, and then another soldier, who had been preparing for a long time, plunged his spear into the gap between the knight's face and breastplate, and he struggled to catch the enemy who ended up with his life, but in vain he was trampled into the dirt, convulsed and fell in a pool of blood.

I didn't have time to pay attention to the situation of his torture and killing, I hurriedly glanced at the right side of the battlefield, and sure enough, I found that the two pikemen phalanx that were still there just now were gone, replaced by Normandy heavy cavalry that was getting closer and closer, wrapped in a cold and murderous atmosphere, their specially refined steel plate chain mail, shining with a terrifying black reflection, and the fierce teeth and claws of the Normandy lion flag hunting in the crowd, a dull and oppressive powerful aura, as the horse's hooves stepped on the ground, the tremor caused by it enveloped the entire battlefield.

I subconsciously touched my belt, and then I remembered that the oil had been offered to the emperor by myself a long time ago, so that when I really faced the Normandy heavy cavalry, I didn't even have a magic weapon to save my life.

"Ding!"

The tip of the spear slipped off the chain mail made by Joel, and the enemy who attacked me failed to hold the spear steady, staggered forward two steps, and hit the side of the war horse, I took advantage of the situation to raise the sword in my hand, and when he raised his head in a panic, what he saw was a coherent tumbling scene, his head fell at the foot of the corpse that had not yet fallen to the ground, and then he was kicked by the back and forth war horse and the crowd I don't know where it went.

I switched the sword to my left hand, shook my right wrist, which had begun to have a nervous spasm, and complained that the weight ball at the end of the sword was too heavy, and that I often couldn't grasp the force of the slash so much that it hurt my muscles and bones.

Looking up, the remaining knights are like small flowers blooming on the grass after the rain, stars are dotted among the enemies, except for a few including me, most of them have lost their mounts, back-to-back supporting each other to fight, embattled on all sides, so that they have long been determined to die, one by one transformed into the most primitive beasts, the helmet and armor are too consumed in the continuous battle, relying entirely on willpower to do the final struggle.

"I didn't expect it to be a prophecy, and I won't talk nonsense anymore!"

I bit my tongue and dodged the aggressive attacks of a few spears, and I thought in my mind that His Majesty the Emperor really took playing with me to death as his ultimate mission, personally sent me to the point of no return, and also accompanied a hundred knights by the way, this gift has to be called full of atmosphere.

I threw away my eye-catching helmet and took a full breath of fresh air, sweat beads on my forehead hair on my cheeks, sweat in my underwear, wet and mushy, the armor on my body became heavier and heavier, and there were vague fantasies in front of me, but the only constant was the dense enemies like ants, and their increasingly arrogant roars.

The sound of whistling horses' hooves was so close that it could be described as overwhelming, and the majesty of the Normandy heavy cavalry shook the heavens and the earth for a while, and the sun could not bear to see such a one-sided slaughter, and hid in silence in the clouds that did not know when.

Calm seemed to have returned to the battlefield, and the two sides that were fighting stopped what they were doing, leaving only the deafening roar of the torrent of steel as it passed at high speed.

When the Norman heavy cavalry approached the periphery of the war group, like two tapes torn from the middle, they surrounded the fighting soldiers from two directions, and the Italian soldiers saw their reinforcements coming like gods, and they banged on their weapons to make all kinds of noises, and rushed forward even more vigorously, not afraid of death to hit the muzzle of the gun, in their eyes we were almost certain to die.

But what happened next, even if it is used to turn the peaks and loops, it is difficult to describe the degree of thrilling and bizarre, the language loses the ability to depict the scene, and the battlefield situation changes dramatically, as if God directed the most incredible counterattack script.

I saw the Norman heavy cavalry, with their frightening maces and pickaxes, each of them following the strength of their horses and raising their weapons above their heads, and then slammed them into the Italian soldiers, who had just been excited and cheering, and set off a bloody storm that I could not bear to look at.

I couldn't allow any rotation of my small brain, and the sound of a unique German bugle sounded in the distance behind me, but this was not a melody that represented the collection of troops, but a signal of an all-out attack, and the German army that had long been unable to bear it was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the galloping knights even completely ignored the already scattered formation, and took the lead in swallowing the Italian pikemen phalanx from the front, and rushed to the next target without even spitting out the bones.

I threw down my weapon tiredly, and sat on the ground crookedly, the feeling of the pressure disappearing instantly drained the last trace of strength in my body, and now even if I was invited to invite me by eight sedan chairs, I would not get up again, the muscles up and down my body twitched and ached like pins and needles, and many German soldiers ran past me, leaving me with a back that I could not see clearly.

"It's over......"

As I closed my eyes, I muttered to myself as I looked at the sky, and the sun peeked out of the clouds with its fiery face, cloning me with a golden glow.

The discomfort of the shoulders forced me to wake up from sleep reluctantly, the world became gradually clear in the sleepy eyes, and the various senses gradually regained consciousness as if they were energized, although they had tossed and turned on the bumpy carriage, changed several positions and tried to fall asleep again, but the wooden carriage with poor shock absorption effect in this era did not give me the opportunity to enjoy life. It made me feel the uncomfortable taste of osteoporosis decades in advance.

I pounded my biscuit-like crispy waist, held the edge of the carriage and slowly sat up, the joints that were still out of force up and down my body were sore, my scalp was numb when I moved, and the sun above my head poured all my light and heat on the earth without hesitation, like a tireless arsonist on the run, urging the flames everywhere, and this grain carriage without a roof to shade the sun naturally could not escape the baptism of **.

"Your Excellency, are you awake?" Kohler asked with concern as he trotted from somewhere, holding a strange wooden box in his arms.

"It's just that I'm so tired that I faint, and I feel so much better to sleep this night, but the bumps of the broken carriage almost killed me!"

After testing the softness of the sack full of grain under my buttocks, I let out a stinky fart, my stomach felt a lot more comfortable, and my attention was all focused on the wooden box that Kohler was holding in his arms, and pointed to it suspiciously, and asked, "Is this box the trophy of His Majesty's reward for this battle?" ”

Kohler nodded in response, opened the box in his arms with his hands and feet, and a cold and piercing breath came to his face, making me, who was still dizzy just now, instantly sober up a lot, he took the glass full of wine handed over by the attendant next to him, and then took out a few ice cubes from the box that were still steaming and threw them in, and carefully put them in the hands of the lord who had been stretching his neck and saliva for three thousand feet.

"I can't imagine that I will be able to drink an ice-cold drink in my lifetime......"

I muttered indistinctly as I gulped down cold wine with tears in my eyes, the refreshing sensation spreading all the way down my throat, ironing every cell in my body like an iron, and plopping my nerves.

"This is sent by His Majesty the Emperor's attendants, it is a special ice storage box for the royal family, a specially made wooden box, which can preserve the ice collected from the Alps for a long time, so as to achieve the effect of dissipating the heat in the hot summer."

Kohler watched me quickly fill a second cup, rubbing the little ice cube left in the box as if he didn't want money, and hurriedly explained its origin.

"This kind of thing is really the exclusive property of the rich and powerful, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign."

After a few glasses of ice wine, I suddenly felt a lot cooler, I began to taste it in small sips, lingering on the fragrance between my lips and teeth, and realizing the benefits of being a ruling class. ”

After chewing on the last ice cube in my mouth, it was as refreshing as hiding in an air-conditioned room and nibbling on a dozen ice creams, and I finally thought I wanted to ask about the final result, even though I thought the result was already a certainty.

"Is it because I've been in a coma for so long that I haven't even caught up with such a good thing as dividing the spoils? You must know that for the sake of victory, I will not rush the enemy's frontal defense line with my life, and His Majesty the Emperor will not send away the German heroes with a box of ice cubes, right? ”

When it comes to excitement, the more I think about it, the more I feel that it is not a taste, and I keep banging on the handrail of the carriage to vent my inner dissatisfaction, looking like a middle-aged woman rolling and splashing all over the ground in the vegetable market.

Kohler stared at me with a dark line in his head, and hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty the Emperor is still sure of your role, Nijmegen has not been unjustly treated, and has received the same amount of booty, and is lying in the carriage behind you, where the bull was slightly wounded in the ensuing battle, and is also recuperating in that carriage. ”

I looked in the direction of Kohler's finger, and sure enough, I saw a bull with a big waist and a round waist waving to me happily.

(End of chapter)