The pouring rain that blurred everything between heaven and earth finally slowly stopped, and the dark clouds that had been accumulated for a long time were pierced by the sunlight, becoming thinner and thinner, and the ground, which was already covered by no vegetation, had already been muddy after countless people trampled on it, and the twisted corpses were stirred in the muddy water, stained with wounds, and the remnants of the Slavs were blocked in the walled city and could not get out, relying on the abandoned city walls to defend, and the open space was covered with a thick layer of arrows.

"Stop attacking!"

Seeing that the fire was about the same, I waved my hand and ordered my attendants to convey orders to the troops in front, and although the remaining enemies were not many in number, they were huddled in the walled city, and it would be difficult to destroy them all for a while.

Jensen tried desperately to catch the man I had specially mentioned, but he was never able to rush through, he used all his strength to kill until he was exhausted and corpses were everywhere, and there were always Slavs who were not afraid of death to block him to play with his life, and Jensen, who had been wounded several times, had to come back dejected, frustrated that he had not been able to complete the Duke's task.

"My ......, my lord"

Jensen came to me with the help of a soldier, frowned and explained in a low voice: "All the people who followed me have been killed, and the Slavs have pounced like madmen, killing all the people and making up for them, risking their lives to cover the retreat of that man." ”

"I understand, I don't blame you for this!" I nodded, reassuring my subordinates, Jensen had not been able to produce any decent results since he joined Nijmegen, and he was very uncomfortable with a good face, and he tried to rush to the front in everything, always trying to do something to repay me.

"Judging from the desperate state of the enemy, the person they want to protect must be a very important role, and they must not let the duck fly with their beaks." After saying that, I put away my long sword, mounted the war horse led by the squire, and was escorted by several personal soldiers, and ran majestically to the front of the battle with the flying dragon battle flag of Nijmegen.

To tell the truth, at such a close distance, directly facing the enemy who is eyeing him, there is really no bottom in his heart, and he is about to jump out suddenly.

The Slavs are uncivilized barbarians, they don't have any chivalrous demeanor, in case a villain in the dark secretly releases a cold arrow, their lives will be explained, so don't look at my calm appearance on the surface, in fact, my legs and stomach are all cramping, beads of sweat keep coming out, and I definitely have good acting skills.

I pretended to be graceful and urged the horse to take two steps forward, estimating that the distance was just right, and then I cleared my throat and shouted.

"I am Randy-Adrian Hoffmann, Duke of Nijmegen, a devout defender and loyal knight of the Empire, who have come here by royal decree of His Holiness the Pope and His Majesty the Emperor, this is the territory of the German Empire, you, as uninvited invaders, have broken the border treaty signed with the German Empire, the pagan barbarians from the East are no longer welcome west of the Oder, and those who wish to annex must be baptized and renounce their pagan gods, or else they will be regarded as enemies."

I paused, and watched the Slavs poke their heads out of the walled city, as if they were enjoying a clown show, and to my embarrassment, I continued:

"You are not only invaders, but you have the audacity to attack a noble knight, the despicable act is outrageous, but God will never give up his most pious warriors, let you fall into the trap of your own accord, now I issue you an ultimatum, please lay down your arms and surrender at once, line up and get out of the castle, if you continue to resist, Nijmegen will inflict the wrath of God on you heretics, time is limited, please make a choice now!"

No one applauded the speech, as if you didn't bring a tissue to the toilet, although the nature of the two is different, but the ensuing psychological and physical torture is the same, I feel more and more that deliberately taking two steps forward to highlight myself is an act of looking for nothing, the battlefield is quiet, a Slav who is not yet dead, rolling into a clay figure in the dirty blood, and a near-death wail from his throat is the only response.

"Lord Duke, is you?"

Just as I was hesitating whether to find a staircase and walk back by myself, an answer finally rang out from among the Slavs on the opposite side, who climbed to the top of the city surrounded by several cronies, holding on to the handle of the tomahawk, and his majestic body revealed a sense of oppression falling from the sky, covering half of the sky.

"I have never seen such a noble nobleman, but the name of the Polish butcher has long been like thunder, and the entire Slavic tribes along the Baltic Sea coast are all rumoring about the miraculous achievements of the Duke of Nijmegen, and today I am convinced that I lost in your hands, but you ask my warriors to lay down their arms and surrender, but they can never do it, this is about the dignity of a warrior, the battle axe is the life of the Slavs, if you want to take our weapons, please take our lives first!"

I gradually adjusted my eyes to the shadow caused by the backlight of the sun, staring at the man I was talking to, he was the leader of the Slavic warriors with his life, with the same burly figure as the average barbarian, with long flaxen hair covering half of his face, a well-defined angular beard, and sunken eye sockets that made it impossible to see his pupils, but I always felt that there was some deep secret hidden in it.

"Lord Duke, if you and I fight again, it will inevitably cost huge casualties, neither your god nor my gods want to sacrifice more innocents, as the supreme leaders of each other, it is better for us to have a life-and-death duel to divide the winner, if I die, my warriors will give up resistance and let it be disposed of, but if you die, let us leave from now on the well water does not interfere with the river water, I don't know what to do?"

Ma Dan bullies people! He was as thick as a bear, and it was as easy to break my neck as it was to strangle an ant.

But in front of the soldiers on both sides, not daring to fight will not only hurt morale but also lose face, how to serve the public in the future?

Rao is notoriously thick-skinned, and I have to weigh the actual situation.

With such a small amount of troops at hand, all consumed in the grappling is bound to be passive, unable to resist the attacks of other tribes snooping in the shadows, and Emperor Henry will never let go of a good opportunity to punish Nijmegen.

"What? The duke, who claims to be God's most pious warrior, dare not fight? ”

The Slavic chieftain deliberately dragged out his voice, the barbarian warriors laughed knowingly, and some even ran up to the city and lifted their crotches to expose their nakedness, humiliating the cowardly Franks, and behind me the Nijmegen soldiers all sang in unison, gritting their teeth but not squeaking, all staring at me with blank eyes, waiting for the Duke to stand up and speak out against the arrogant enemy.

What else can I say now, who calls himself the biggest official?

I nodded reluctantly, and had to pretend to be duty-bound, and returned to my position in Nijmegen, fastened the leather ropes of my armor everywhere with the help of my attendants, took a small round shield in my hand, and carried my sword to the open space in front of the castle.

The Slavic leader on the opposite side also took off the armor that made him unable to move, showed a knotted muscle, tested the weight of the shield, threw it aside in dissatisfaction, copied a battle axe in his right hand, and held a delicate small hand axe in his left hand, and ran two steps in front of me, tilting his head and hooking the corners of his mouth with disdain.

"So ......"

I just opened my mouth to make a beautiful opening statement, so I could find some face first, but the other party suddenly exerted force, pounced on the left and right bows, like an agile leopard, so fast that I didn't even have a chance to breathe, and a pair of axes danced vigorously and extremely tricky, and went straight down to say hello.

I used my long sword to defend against his Pegasus Meteor Fist-like thunderous attack, and the powerful slash burst out of the spark several times, shaking my mouth and making my arm feel like it was about to break, and the long sword seemed to become heavier and heavier in my hand.

"Boom!"

The Slavic leader hooked the parrying sword with his tomahawk, and the axe in his left hand slashed at my arm, and I hurriedly dodged backwards, but accidentally stepped on a puddle in the mud, and staggered a few steps under my feet, the sword fell in response, and the opponent hooked his fist, and my leaky front teeth let out a muffled roar of pain, and the whole person flew far away, and fell heavily on the corpses that were pillowing on the ground.

The Slavic position immediately erupted into a cheerful roar, and in contrast to the silence of the Nijmegen position, the Slavic leader had a mocking look of disdain on his face, and threw his tomahawk in the air, and before I could stand up, he chased after my heel and slashed it, so frightened that I crawled through the mud with my hands and feet, which would be a shame to think about myself.

I don't blame the Slavs for all their weird ridicule, the other party doesn't seem to want to end the life of the prey immediately, like catching the cat who plays with the mouse first, just wants me to make a fool of myself in front of everyone, and at such an urgent moment I still have time to complain about my own subordinates in my mind:

Ya said that it was a duel of life and death, and she really stood still, just watching her adults being humiliated by barbarians!

Thinking of this, I felt disgraced, I didn't know where to burst out of a huge force, flexibly turned over in the mud, grabbed the weapon at hand and swung it violently, but the Slavic leader, who did not expect that the opponent still had the strength to fight back, hurriedly retreated and dodged, staggering away from me.

I got up from the mud with a rolling belt, swept the enemy who had just stabilized my body with the corner of my eye, wiped my face splashed with mud, spat out the mud in my mouth, and ran to my own people, so fast that my opponent didn't even react, and shouted with my arms open as I ran: "Help me!" Save me! ”

But not a single person in the Nijmegen position was indifferent!

The Slavic leader, believing that it was an insult to his opponent to flee from the battle, threw his axe at my back, and then strode after me, seeing that the tip of the axe was only a millimeter away from me, and the sound of the air being torn behind me seemed to be infinitely amplified, and the eardrum was shattered violently.

I kicked a stiff corpse and fell to the ground with a thud, and the axe flew out against my scalp, and the Slavic leader who followed behind me didn't have time to restrain himself, and was tripped by my kicking legs, and rolled into the mud, and his eyes were lost in impurities and couldn't open his eyes.

"Thank God Allah Nyorai!"

I was so grateful that I almost burst into tears, when a tiger leapt up and rode on top of my opponent, picked up something and hit it in the head.

The Slavic leader slowly stopped struggling, his hair stuck to the blood coming from the wound on his forehead, and he opened his mouth and lost his breath. The reversal of the situation on the battlefield stunned everyone, the Slavs could not believe the reality in front of them, and after a moment the Nijmegen position cheered!

I exhaled the air, my lungs felt like they were about to explode, and the world spun around me, and I fell limply beside the Slavic chief.