While we were discussing the enemy in front of us, there was a rush of horses' hooves from far and near, and I hurriedly craned my neck to look out, but I only caught the backs of the emperor's heralds galloping and the dust raised in the sky.

"Look in the direction of the Duke of Carinthia's camp."

Kohler looked at the herald who had disappeared into the yellow dust and said to me, "Perhaps Your Majesty has finally been troubled by the enemy, and is going to send someone to test the truth." ”

Sure enough, there was a cacophony of people in the camp of Carinthia, and in a moment the Magyar light cavalry rushed out, these horsemen who had grown up on horseback, adjusted their formations in the gallop, and then removed the bows and arrows from their saddles, ready to make any enemy who dared to challenge suffer with their nimble movement and impermeable rain of arrows, as their nomadic ancestors had ravaged half of Europe.

The Magyars, who were almost as numerous as the enemy, approached the enemy like a swarm of bees pounced on the flowers.

The Saracen knights, who had just yawned in front of the German camp, saw the galloping opponent, and hurriedly beckoned everyone to beat their horses and run away, but judging from their unhurried adjustment of formation and the deliberate or unintentional distance from the Magyar light cavalry, it was indeed suspicious.

"Damn, even I can see that they are indeed the bait for you to enter the urn!"

The bull suddenly dropped his glass to the ground, stood up and shouted at the two teams of cavalry who were playing a game of chase, not paying the slightest attention to the self-deprecation implied in this sentence.

"Don't worry, look over there!"

Like a kind and patient kindergarten teacher, Kohler gently pulled the bull's muscular shoulders and turned to the other side of the camp: "His Majesty the Emperor has been prepared, and the lancers of Carinthia are ready and are quietly outflanking from the side. ”

On the right flank of the Saracen knights running in front, I don't know when another cavalry galloped at full speed, judging from their special elongated cavalry spears and mountain eagle feathers decorated on their helmets, these are all excellent lancers recruited from Croatia by Carinthia, although the armor is not as good as the heavy cavalry and knights, but the unique tenacity of the mountain people has the quality of perseverance, so that they dare to fight face-to-face even in the face of strong enemies, and the stubborn character of never retreating until the last person has always been Carinthia's secret weapon to break the enemy and win, Turned the tide in battle many times.

The Saracens were immediately panicked when they found the Carinthian lancers on their right flank, and it seemed that even the tight formation had become scattered, and the knights who were running in front of them suddenly pulled the reins of their horses and turned around, and the whole team of Saracen knights was like a bird of prey with folded wings, diving in the air to change the direction of advance, drawing a perfect crescent-shaped arc on the flat ground, leaving countless horses for the pursuers.

"They were forced to turn, look! The last two lone ones were thrown down, oh! The fall must have hurt. ”

Since the cavalry had run far away, the bull had to stand on his chair and try to stand on his tiptoes, excitedly broadcast to us live, waving his fist and saying, "If only I were here, I would have done it with two axes!" It's been a long time since I've had a killer itching, if only I could handle the horses as skillfully as the Magyars. ”

Kohler gave him a blank look, deliberately kicked the leg of the chair stuck in the dirt, and frightened the bull reflexively squatted down in a panic, and the funny appearance made me laugh: "You're going to kill the enemy like this?" It's done in two clicks, but now I can't even stand still, warrior! Ha ha! ”

The bull stared at Kohler angrily, and the other party turned his head away from him indifferently, as if the prank had nothing to do with him.

Among these people in Nijmegen, the bull's temper is notoriously stinky, except for me, sometimes even Leonardo is-for-tat, belonging to a ruthless character who walks sideways and no one dares to stop him, only Kohler has always been obedient, no matter how he bullies himself, he dares to be angry and dare not speak, in the private words of Hans, who has not been bullied by him:

"He looks so burly, he usually acts like a character, but in fact, he is also a master who bullies the weak and is afraid of the hard, and he is not afraid of provoking Kohler, whether he is bare hands or using weapons, he can be beaten all over the ground to find teeth!"

The Saracen knight turned a dirt slope and disappeared into an olive grove behind the hillside that exposed the spire, where scouts had carefully probed the private property of a Saracen nobleman, but now an untouched wilderness due to the war.

The Magyar light cavalry, with their natural sense of danger, halted their pursuit in front of the hillside, and quickly divided into two groups under the command of the commander-in-chief, spreading their wings like a hunting eagle, and rounding the hillside from the perimeter of the olive groves, while the Carinthian lancers, who followed them, had to put away their spears, bow their bodies and urge their horses up the hill to take on the task of sweeping the woods from the front.

"Damn it!"

The bull slammed his fist down, his face full of concern and unease.

"There must be an enemy ambush in the woods! How stupid to chase in, is the commander an idiot! ”

As if answering him, the lancers had just approached the top of the hillside, and suddenly a wooden horse rose from the dirt in front of them, and the horsemen who were in front of them stood up and threw the knight on their backs to the ground, and the cavalry behind them were also busy, struggling to control their restless mounts, while reaching out to rescue their comrades who had landed.

But before they could catch their breath, there were many Saracens with javelins in their hands, and even from such a distance, I could still feel the chill coming from my back, not to mention the cavalry facing the enemy, there was not much time left for them to choose.

The knight behind had just clamped the horse's belly, and in the blink of an eye, the javelin thrown by the Saracen condescendingly was as thin as a spearfish piercing the thin armor of the lancer toy, and the wounded horse was still struggling all over the ground, but the owner on his back had already become a blur of flesh and blood, and the martyr in the mouth of the bard in the future was so clear that heaven and hell were clear on the hillside.

"Where are the Magyars? Why haven't they come to the rescue yet, could it be that there is also an ambush in the woods that has been prepared a long time ago? ”

I nervously grabbed the back of my chair and said anxiously, "Why didn't our scouts notice the enemy's quiet troop movements?" I actually suffered a loss under my nose, damn it! ”

Kohler took over and comforted me: "Don't worry, sir, you see, His Majesty the Emperor has thrown in the infantry of Swabia again, and no one in the melee is the opponent of these brave and ruthless mountain dwellers. ”

Following the direction of his finger, from the camp in Swabia ran out of the camp with many axes on their axes, led by the commander on his horse, under the protection of the attendant cavalry.

"I'm worried that the enemy still has a backhand, and this ambush in the woods is just a test of reality, after all, in terms of total strength, the Saracens far outnumber us." Kohler said, shaking his head.

The cavalry on the hillside is still fighting to the death with the enemy rushing down, these lancers are not only the main force of the charge on horseback, but also a good hand at fighting on the ground, especially since the hard life in the mountains, they have exercised their strong and strong physical fitness and hand-to-hand combat fists and feet, although the number of enemies is large and a surprise attack, but after the initial panic the lancers slowly stabilized their position, and even dragged the enemy in place when the terrain was not dominant, The momentum even has the meaning of turning the tide of battle.

"What a stubborn soldier!" Looking at the lancers in battle, I couldn't help but whisper in admiration.

At this time, in the olive grove on the hillside, there was an earth-shattering shout of killing, presumably the Magyars were also in trouble, but for them who were skilled in arches and horses, even if they could not beat them, they still had the ability to escape.

In the process of fighting and leaving, the nomads' unique turnaround archery skills will make the pursuers regret that they have pressed too hard, and this cat-and-mouse pursuit will make the original pursuers embarrassed to find that they have become slaughtered.

The Swabian infantry formed a skirmish, quickly approaching the carinthian lancers and Saracens who were strangled together, and the soldiers who rushed to the front were just brandishing their axes to join the battle, but they ran head-on into the wooden barrage of spikes that had been pulled up from the dirt and had been lying in ambush for a long time, the sharp wooden spikes were not sharp enough to kill them in leather armor, but they were caught off guard and interfered with the time for the infantry to enter the battlefield.

The infantry huddled together in a chaotic manner, raising their weapons and slashing at the obstacles in front of them, so there was such a comical scene on the battlefield......

On one side were the Carinthian lancers, who were fighting hard, and every minute there were people staring at them with unwilling eyes, being cut down by several enemies surrounding them, and not far behind them, a group of Swabian infantry who had turned soldiers into lumberjacks.

On the slopes of the hill appeared Saracen light archers with turbans, who in their hands had a faster rate of fire than the European short bows, and could suppress the counterattack of an equal number of enemy archers in a short time, and everyone knew the fate of the Swabian infantry.

"It's a trap, run!" I shouted in the direction of the battlefield, but the sound was blown to pieces by the drifting breeze, and the total destruction of the attacking regiment was a given.

The Saracen light archers sideways took arrows from the quiver box hanging from their waists, and skilfully prepared their movements to target the Swabian infantry that were in a mess down the hill.

I saw a huge crescent battle flag rising on the hillside, and the intricate Arabic script on it decorated the flag, like a mysterious spirit flag, more and more Sarathans gathered under the flag, making the already not spacious hillside seem even more crowded.

Judging from the enemy's equipment, most of them are ordinary infantry recruited by aristocratic manors, many of them have no armor, and most of their weapons are spears and javelins with shields, and there are even many in the crowd, who are believers from all over the country who have responded to the holy war, and their equipment is even more miserable, only holding hardwood sticks that have been burned by fire, and the tattered costumes of various colors look inferior to the name Hanako, but there is a morbid fanaticism in their eyes, as if they have long been transformed by religion into bloodthirsty beasts and have lost their human nature.

(End of chapter)