"What about archers? Archer! ”

I struck Owen on the shoulder, who was so engrossed in not being on guard that he grinned in pain.

"Come here, come here, quick!"

He beckoned to the soldiers behind him, who were armed with captured crossbows and short bows, each with only a dozen arrows.

"This distance, can it work?"

I gave my thumb and pretended to be very professional and looked at the enemy who was wading across the river: "One hundred and fifty steps? ”

The soldier with the bow probably glanced at it: "Two hundred paces away, beyond the range of crossbows and short bows." ”

As he spoke, tiptoe pointing to a bush at the bottom of the hill near the shallows.

"That's pretty much possible, the crossbow can kill accurately at that distance, the shortbow is less accurate, believe me, my lord, I used to be a hunter."

"Are you sure? Shot in the leg of the squire who carried the man. ”

I reaffirmed and asked, "Is it okay to shoot the squire at the end of the wave when he walks to the center of the river with the knight on his back?" ”

"It won't be harder than shooting a running rabbit in the eye." The Orion-born soldier made a relaxed gesture without any pressure.

I stared at the determined-eyed soldier and encouraged: "Go, you will be the signal for the whole army to attack, and make a good start for everyone!" May God bless you! ”

"God bless Nijmegen!" He bowed his head, turned and hurried away.

"Aren't you in a hurry? It's up to you! ”

Owen sprang up excitedly, listening intently to my commands.

"As soon as the cold arrows are released, the enemy will be in a panic, so you will immediately ignite the horse's tail, and wait for this group of frightened brutes to rush into the formation of axe-throwers, and the rest will be simple."

I stroked the sleek counterweight of the long sword: "The knight has crossed the river, there is no commander present here, the enemy soldiers will not be able to organize an effective counterattack, they will have to fight separately, Lady Luck will choose to side with us, it's your turn to play, cut off a hundred heads of Swaper and give Schneider a burial!" ”

Seeing Owen leave in high spirits, I got down on one knee with my sword in my hand, and prayed rarely.

"Merciful Lord, please listen to the call of a lost lamb, I have despised your divine power countless times, but I have saved the danger by this, I know that you love and care for me, if you can hear me, please help me again this time, help these kind and brave people who follow me, they have a chance to choose to live, but they have no turning back to choose to accompany me from birth to death, there is no reason to fail them, please bless me!"

Solemnly crossed on my chest, I breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that most of the pressure was suddenly relieved, although I have never been interested in faith or anything, but it is really good to be able to find a psychological sustenance.

Everyone knew that it was the last moment, and they showed amazing calm, some of them prayed silently like me, their eyes were full of words, some kissed the ground under their feet, as if to remember the taste of the world, some silently checked their equipment, wrapped their leggings and bandages around one by one, and some looked at their comrades affectionately, and their eyes were worth a thousand words......

Most of them came from humble backgrounds, and struggled in the mire of poverty, meanness, and lifelessness for most of their lives, but at this moment, they all became real warriors, calmly facing the gloomy death.

My eyes moistened, not to pity my own death, but to be moved by the happiness of being trusted and by someone's company.

"This is the brave petrel, in the roaring sea, in the midst of the lightning, flying proudly, this is the prophet of victory crying out, let the storm come more violently!"

Somehow, Gorky's famous battle cry appeared in my mind, I subconsciously read it, and slowly the surrounding fighters repeated, radiating one to ten, ten to hundred, all the fighters suppressed the fighting spirit, and roared excitedly:

"Let the storm come harder!"

"Ahh

A squire with a knight on his back screamed in surprise, staggering two steps to steady himself, and another arrow pierced his arm.

"Plop!"

The knight fell into the river, and the enemies on both sides were stunned!

The Earl of Lechfeld, who had crossed the river, was the first to react, waving his arms and shouting something, but unfortunately it was too far away to hear clearly, the mercenaries who were lazy in the sun gathered in a hurry, the archers shot aimlessly up the mountain, and the axe-throwers who were about to go into the water picked up their weapons and crowded in formation.

"Hiss......"

The old horse's screams resounded through the sky, the fire on the tail burned the fluff of the buttocks, and the pain became more and more uncomfortable, they instinctively ran to the river bank according to the mountain, even if they were hit by several axes, they did not stop galloping, and soon broke the axe-throwers who had just lined up in formation, and then the people continued to move forward on their backs, bringing down the second row, the third row and even more!

"Rush, warriors of Nijmegen!" I pointed my sword straight to the sky, and the sun shone on the sharp edge of the sword to reflect the brilliant brilliance.

"God bless Nijmegen! Let the storm come harder! ”

The soldiers shouted their battle horns and scrambled out of the bushes where they were hiding, and in an instant they were about to reach a distance of two hundred paces, and they laid their swords full of hatred on the heads of the staggering enemy, and more than thirty tigers slaughtered hundreds of little sheep at will.

The Swabian axe-throwers were derived from the ancient Frankish army, and when the Roman legions under the command of Caesar first encountered the Germanic tribe who called themselves the Franks in northern Gaul, they had personally experienced their violent methods of warfare, so that the great conqueror of ancient Rome recorded this experience in his immortal book "Gallic Wars", and called the barbarian warriors who fought with battle axes and shields madmen who were dominated by irrepressible anger, which is the origin of the name of the berserker that was widely spread later.

The usual style of combat for axe-throwers is to start with a charge, throw an axe to break up the opponent's formation as they approach the enemy, thus tearing through the defensive line, supplemented by strong hand-to-hand combat to finally destroy the enemy.

Named the Fransca after the name of the tribe, this short-handled battle axe, which was thrown in battle, has terrified countless opponents of the Franks during their centuries-long history of conquest.

Most of the soldiers of this strong army came from the southern plateau and mountains, and the sturdy and energetic peasants or herdsmen could fight tirelessly with several tomahawks on their backs, and the common equipment was a small round shield made of familiar leather armor and animal skins, and the more elite ones such as the direct company of the Duke of Swabia had a layer of chain mail on top of the leather armor, which could ignore the long-range strikes of any archers, and the iron-clad shield enhanced the strength of melee combat.

It is no exaggeration to say that a well-armed heavy knight would never dare to go head-on with an equal number of axe-throwers in certain terrain conditions.

The opponent at the moment obviously belonged to the Duke's direct company, few but strong, thanks to the impact of the frightened galloping horse, otherwise these layers of armor and samurai would have made me unable to start, just as a greedy eagle could not find the soft underbelly to hide in a hard-shelled tortoise.

"Ah......h

I stepped on an axe-thrower with my back in the air, my sword clasped together with both hands. Aimed at his throat, he stabbed hard, and the ketchup-like plasma gushed out, spraying so much that I couldn't open my eyes.

The staggering axe-throwers were dead and wounded, and the Nijmegen warriors were harvesting their fragile lives, and Owen was especially frenzied, his frightened head bones rolling around, almost like harvesting kale in his own vegetable patch.

"Go to the front, don't let them form a formation!"

I cut down an unknown foe, approached Owen, and grabbed the red-eyed knight.

"The enemy can't be allowed to stand still!"

Owen was as strong as a brute bull, and he dragged me for some distance.

"Over there, follow me!"

With a wave of his hand, three or four Nijmegen soldiers followed closely, and we could not stop for a moment, we had to attack without stopping! Offensive! Offensive!

Because in this kind of encounter, once the enemy is given a chance to breathe, it is tantamount to beating the opponent to the point of dying and suddenly throwing down a pistol, and the consequences are unimaginable.

Owen, who was full of anger, was really sharp, and he rushed out of a bloody path to block and kill the Buddha God, but the enemy's speed did not fall behind at all, and more than 20 people hastily lined up, holding a battle axe.

"Damn it!"

I removed the axe cut by the enemy soldier, elbowed directly to his face, hit him and howled in pain on the bridge of his nose, and then took the opportunity to stab the opponent in the chest, and slowly pushed the long sword until it reached the gauntlet.

When I came to my senses, I went to see Owen again, but I couldn't find him anywhere.

"Where are the people?"

My eyes widened anxiously, and my neck turned like a powerful radar, searching in all directions.

"There!"

The pupils constricted, I locked on to the target, it turned out that the knight who had experienced a hundred battles was thick and thin, and knew that his strength of four or five people was weak, and he had to call the axe thrower to smash it before he got close, so he found an old horse that was still in shock, and hid behind the horse with exquisite skills, and drove this beast to deceive the enemy, and approached their flank unhurriedly!

"Well done!"

The moment I blurted out my compliment, Owen leaped forward and cut off two panicked heads, and the enemy who had just formed a formation was suddenly in chaos, and it was helpless to let the knights go on a rampage, and the four Nijmegen soldiers who were ready to attack cooperated and swarmed up, causing more than twenty axe-throwing soldiers to be miserable.

"Be careful!"

The five-hundred-eighty-six Enides came out of nowhere and slammed me away, and in the flash of lightning, he held his chest and held me in front of me, with a dagger of a unique shape stuck between his fingers.

"Protect your lordship!"

The only remaining Enides' lips were purple for no reason, trembling as if he was seriously ill, but he always maintained the movements of the guard, keenly vigilant to his surroundings.

"Are you alright?"

Enides' shoulders swayed, sweat soaked through his hood, steaming white heat, and I asked as I helped him with concern.

"The dagger is poisonous!"

The strong Enides controlled his body with great perseverance, bit his tongue and replied:

"I'm fine, watch my back, my lord!"

"I'm behind you!"

The voice of Codename Four made my tense nerves relax, and she grabbed her subordinate's arm, and calmly swept the scorpion-tail-shaped dagger with her eyes.

"It's their usual secret weapon, the Egyptian scorpion, it's not an uncommon thing, but I don't have an antidote on me, you have to be conscious." Her later words were to the five hundred and eighty-six who were self-supporting, plain and without any emotion.

"Let's take it as my last mission, after so many years of service, it's time to rest."

Enides forced a smile and straightened up: "The enemy must be here, but I can't find it, damn it!" ”

"I didn't expect them to have remnants, and it's really enough to stop us."

Codename Four was as cold as an iceberg, lowering the air pressure within a radius of several meters, and the powerful aura frightened the enemy from approaching.

"The battle is important, we can't always stand stupidly like this, can you?"

"It will hold on for a while and a half."

Five hundred and eighty-six pulled out his dagger violently, and held back with a deep groan, and the back of his hand exposed outside the black robe faintly appeared black and purple.

After all, more than thirty warriors are not mortal gods of war, even if the enemy is taken by surprise with the help of the wild attack of galloping horses, but the numerical disadvantage is gradually being exposed, and the morale of the warriors is by no means invulnerable, with the sacrifice of one after another indomitable Nijmegen soldiers, our offensive is gradually weakening, and the Count of Lechfeld on the other side takes the opportunity to put the mercenaries in order, and is eager to prepare to cross the river to snipe.

"Don't dwell on it! Drive them into the water, quick! ”

I recognized the urgency of the situation in time, and shouted at Owen, who was in the middle of the battle, that the enemy's axe-throwers had become frightened birds, and there was no possibility of turning over, and continuing to strike would have little effect on the entire battle situation, so we had to squeeze their surplus value to the maximum, and use the frightened remnants of the defeated army to mess up the mercenaries on the other side of the river, and the essence of winning in the chaos lies in "Chaos"!

Owen understood, and in the corner of his angry brain, the few sanities began to work.

"Chop off their feet! Chop off their arms! Never mind the life or death on the ground! ”

The knight slashed off his opponent's calf with his sword in his hand, and the soldiers chased after the fleeing axe-thrower and slashed at it, leaving the ground with stumps and broken arms in a few moments.

The surviving enemies became more and more frightened, crowded to the shallows, and fled for their lives by trampling on the bodies of their comrades, and for a while the flowing water was blocked, and the mercenaries who were ready to go could not move.

"It's not a way to go on like this, at most it's a little while, we have too few people, when will Deved arrive?"

I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, like Napoleon on the battlefield of Waterloo waiting for General Grouchy to return to his division to turn the tide of the war.

Code-named Four and Five Hundred and Eighty-Six, who were on the alert as they walked, spitting out foul-smelling black goo, and whose steps were so vain that I could not control myself, stood helplessly and could only watch as the faithful Enides ran out of life little by little!

"Uh......"

Five hundred and eighty-six finally couldn't walk, and he was weakly half on his knees, only his eyes still in a state of full concentration.

"Bastard...... I can't do it......"

His voice fell, and when he said it was too late, a black shadow flashed, and the robe of the code name four reflexively puffed up.

"Bell,"

"Bell ......"

Two scorpion-tailed daggers landed, and she helped me escape the deadly catastrophe!

"Look where you're going!"

The leader of the assassins chased after him on tiptoe, and the afterimage flew away, and another man wrapped in a short black robe staggered down, wearing a black mask that could not see his face clearly, but exuded a cold and gloomy aura, like the twin flowers of Enides, no, they were once Enides!

"You're the only one, right?"

The codename four voices came first, and the short knife pressed against the artery in the blackman's neck, and the latter's eyes hidden behind the mask stared at her without the slightest fear or loss.

"I know I won't tell you anything, then listen to me, I admire the opponent who is equal, but you are indeed inferior to others, goodbye." With a flick of his wrist, the blade cut through the throbbing veins, and the man in black kicked his legs and died.

Five hundred and eighty-six snuggled up to me with relief, and said with relief: "My lord, as a member of Enides, I can finally die in front of you, and my life is worth it." ”

His black face showed signs of losing his life, but his expression was rarely serene.

"When I meet those comrades-in-arms who were born and died together, I have something to talk about......"

Five hundred and eighty-six mouths spat black blood, barely squeezing out a smile.

"I have successfully completed my mission, and I have been approved by the Duke...... Hehe, those boys should be convinced......"

(End of chapter)