The Swabian infantry found themselves in an ambush, facing the murderous infidels who had never fought before, and they were immediately frightened, and did not bother to rescue the Carinthian lancers who had fallen into a bitter battle, and they did not listen to the hysterical shouts of the knights, and at first they only turned and ran back in twos and threes, and then it became a rout of everyone, scrambling in horror as if they were afraid that they would be nailed into hedgehogs by the impending arrows.

The commander on his horse yelled in vain to save his ground, but was soon overwhelmed by the crowd and disappeared among his soldiers.

"This is the Swabian soldiers, full of softness!"

The bull scolded angrily, he has always looked down on the Duke of Swabia who sees the wind and makes the rudder lean on the old and sells the old, and the experience of many coordinated battles also makes him hate the weak combat effectiveness of the Swabian soldiers who can only fight with the wind, so Nijmegen's private tandem with Swabia makes the bull who believes in the supremacy of force very incomprehensible, especially the matter of the old duke's youngest grandson coming to my court as a squire, and he sees it as a political failure to find a boy like a girl as a hostage, although he doesn't understand what politics is at all. Thinking that it was just the hypocrisy of the upper nobles, you came and went, and when he was surrounded by his own people, seeing the defeated Swabian army, he naturally gave him the opportunity to complain.

"Although the enemy is numerous, they are not the main force of the field, and their equipment is not even comparable to our peasant soldiers in Nijmegen, and like our Italian servant army, they are all cannon fodder used to consume the enemy in battle."

Khloe was not as agitated as the Bulls, and his tone was as flat as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him, and from this point of view, if he and the Bulls were to be put on the next generation, he and the Bulls would definitely be well-dressed sports critics, and the other would be football hooligans who would be crazy every game.

"The Saracen commander is an interesting man, he is not only calm, but also good at using the terrain to fight with low-combat cannon fodder, and he has trapped our elite cavalry in a heavy encirclement and cannot move, and he has a free control over the situation on the battlefield, which is quite a bit of an adult."

It's a good thing to be praised by others, but I can't accept it with a thick skin, so I have to pretend to be reserved and wave my hand, with a deserved hypocrisy: "How can it be so magical......"

Before I could finish my words, the Swabian infantry who fled uphill and down the hill ran into the spiked wooden fence that had been ambushed here for a long time, and became a beast trapped in a cage, crashing around like a headless fly, and the momentum of the descent and the push of the people behind made the people in front of them dodge and slapped on the sharp spikes, and their bodies were pierced fiercely, like the dried fish steaks of fishermen in front of their homes in autumn, and they opened their mouths in vain and spat out the air, as if there were still a thousand words left to tell the world.

At the same time, the Saracens, who had long been preparing on the hillside, burst into an earth-shattering roar, as if praying for their Allah to give them the power to win, and their morale was burning with religious fanaticism.

The archers loosened their tight bowstrings, and the shrill sound of countless arrows tearing through the air even overshadowed the noise of the battlefield, which was no less than the call of death from hell for the Swabian infantry who were blocked behind the fence, no less than the call of death from hell.

The Saracen soldiers, shouting in an incomprehensible language, rushed down the hillside like locusts gnawing on the green leaves, leaving nothing but bleak desolation and shocking wreckage in their path.

The Carinthian lancers fought hard, they could only rely on their own bravery to win the chance of survival, although it was so slim, God seemed to have lost to Allah at this moment, failed to favor his loyal warriors, each of the cavalry did not take a step back, they were shouting angrily and burning their lives, and the enemy had to drop several times the corpse on the ground for every step forward.

But the absolute numerical disadvantage is not something that bravery can make up for, and the last lancer from the Croatian mountains, looking around at the heretics with hideous expressions in front of him and the brothers who have fallen to the ground and can no longer fight side by side with him, confronted the crescent flag with the arrogant fluttering crescent flag, and glared angrily at the enemy with a frown, resolutely reversed the head of the spear, stabbed it fiercely at his throat, and proudly declared with the stubborn character of the mountain people who would rather die in battle than give in:

No one but God can take away their free souls!

How tragic! My eyes gradually became hazy, and I deliberately pretended to be careless and secretly wiped it with the back of my hand to prevent anyone from seeing my tears, and my heart was once again moved by these living heroes, who lived for glory and were willing to die for glory!

The significance of the glory and blood of the Middle Ages has long surpassed those barbarism and backwardness criticized by historians, and the warriors who went forward and died generously one after another have their own lives to interpret the pride of being born, and it is this spirit that inspires and attracts us now, leaving a priceless wealth for future generations!

Compared with the tragedy and tragedy of the heroes, the greed for life and fear of death of the Swabian army was infinitely magnified, and the ugliness of those soldiers' escapes fell into everyone's eyes, even the Italian army, which had always been regarded as cannon fodder, let out a contemptuous snort, and I could even hear the old duke behind the camp, hating the curses and violent coughing of iron and steel.

In a sense, regardless of the eventual success or failure of this battle, Swabian had already lost face in front of the German princes and all Christian nations, and the power structure within Germany would therefore undergo subtle changes, and Carinthia became famous in the war, rising to the rank of a new force among the old German states.

A duke who was close to the royal family, especially Emperor Otto, undoubtedly increased the emperor's power to give orders, and at the same time was able to spy on the Holy See in Italy and the restless quarrelster Duke Henry in Bavaria, which had a profound effect on the political scales.

The Duke of Carinthia, who usually looks silly and silent, has become the most important weight in the hands of the emperor, and wherever it is placed, it will have the effect of tilting heaven and earth, and this ostensible holy war has finally achieved the original intention set by His Majesty the Emperor, successfully overthrowing an old principality, consolidating the imperial power of the Saxon dynasty, wedge a nail between the various ghostly principalities, and harvest the pious title of the Sword of God.

Thinking of this, I subconsciously looked back at His Majesty the Emperor, and the golden tent hidden behind the heavy camp tent was stirred.

The Swabian army really told the two sides of the battle with practical actions that they did not have the worst only worse morale and combat effectiveness, and after a few rounds of arrow rain, there were no soldiers on the ground who could stand, and they either became dead souls under the arrows and ended their shameful lives early, or they hid under the corpses of their comrades and shivered, fearing the names of the saints in the hope of being protected, and when the Saxon soldiers rushed to them, no one thought of taking up arms to resist, The unusually easy victory spurred the infidels to cheer and run over to harvest their heads!

Just when I was still sighing at the easy collapse of Swabia, the emperor's herald stopped in front of the camp on horseback, and pulled the horse that was very excited because of the back and forth.

"Your Majesty orders you to immediately lead your men into battle with your own men, and to turn the tide of the battlefield against me, and the vacancies in Nijmegen will be reinforced by the troops of Lorraine, please accept orders, Earl."

"Nijmegen strikes right away!"

I nodded at the herald, who simply bent down and saluted, and immediately rushed back to report, I beckoned Kohler and a few of them to come over, and when the bull heard the news that he was about to attack, he couldn't contain the excitement in his heart, and rubbed his hands almost morbidly, and muttered to himself intermittently:

"God...... I was finally able to slaughter a few heretics with my own hands...... Amen! ”

In view of the actual situation on the battlefield now, I immediately began to deploy the battle plan:

"The bull led the heavy infantry to press up from the front in a dense formation, and these red-eyed heretics probably rushed over regardless of life or death, just in time for them to see the iron will of Germany."

"Kohler led the rest of the infantry and archers to follow the heavy infantry, placing spearmen and sword and shield men on the flanks, and the archers in the middle to provide fire support for the battlefield."

"Hans's cavalry each carries a few bottles of oil to protect the flanks of the charging infantry, ready to go into battle at any time, and if the situation is dangerous, let the enemies of God feel the burning sensation at once, and I will take all the knights out of the Franconian camp and go up the west side of the hill to see if I can meet the Magyars, who have entered the olive grove, and by the way, to find out how many ambushes the enemy still has, and to take advantage of the terrain to charge in the same way as his own people, There is absolutely no one enemy in front of the German Predator Knights! ”

Kohler and the others came down in unison, turned and shouted to their cronies, and nervously mobilized their troops, and I rode on my horse under the service of Rollo, carrying a banner adorned with the coat of arms of Nijmegen, so that all the knights I could see could come and assemble.

"I haven't fought such a hard battle for a long time, and I almost forgot that I once had the reputation of not being able to defeat Xiaoqiang."

At this time, the wind suddenly rose, and I struggled to control the banner of hunting and hunting, and felt that my image was as tall and majestic as the dangerous god Yu Baosi who protected the flag in the Water Margin.

"His Majesty the Emperor is in adversity, and he still thinks of me, a time-honored firefighter, I really don't know whether to be glad that I have not been forgotten by His Majesty, or to regret that I have made a big fuss......"

Thinking like this, the bull had already led the phalanx of heavy infantry to attack at a neat pace, turning his head to look behind him, and the knights were all doing the final finishing with a relaxed face, as if it was just a simple job to clock in to work for a while,

There is no tension and solemnity before the coming of the big war, and the sight of death is moving, and the war is a daily routine engraved into their lives.

"Nijmegen Legion, attack!" I clenched my right hand into a fist and firmly pointed the battle flag at the enemy in front of me.

(End of chapter)