"Archer!"

I pulled out the slingering spear stuck in the ground and threw it out with a shout, but the armor-piercing arrow gliding in the wind was faster than the spear, and a groan of pain and a dying wail sounded behind the blinking wooden fence, and the arrow tore through the breastplate of the Guards cavalry like a broken pocket, and although the solid iron armor neutralized most of the impact, it was just submerged in the arrow of the muscle, and the poison of the aconitum was quenched, and as long as it was stained with blood, it would surely die.

The light cavalry and archers who followed behind the Guards cavalry came up from the left and right flanks around the wooden fence, and the archers completed a whole set of movements of bending their bows and arrows on the back of the bumpy horses, and at the same time released the bowstrings, and the Nijmegen shieldmen hurriedly formed a tight barrier in front of us, and although the movements were fast, many people were still wounded by the arrows, screaming and being dragged behind the line from the left and right.

The soldiers in the rear immediately picked up their shields to fill the gap, and the enemy's rain of arrows did not inflict great damage on us, but it bought enough time for the Polish Guards cavalry to regroup and bypass the obstacles, and the Nijmegen archers were overwhelmed and lost the opportunity to continue firing at the enemy.

The Polish light cavalry moved like a lively rabbit, and before the rain of arrows stopped, they completely rushed beyond the range of the Nijmegen archers, and were shouting with their long knives to kill, to their surprise, the Nijmegen phalanx did not react at all, and even the warriors standing on the edge did not even frown, but looked at them with a playful look out of the corner of their eyes, as if admiring the naughty monkey being played.

Of course, the hussars have also fallen into the trap, do you think I have no other tricks than the wooden fence on the front? It's too underestimated!

The flanks were reserved for the self-proclaimed clever fools, and with the clear cracking of the horse's legs and the screaming fall of the riders, the conceited Poles finally understood their ignorance, and the adventurous light cavalry stepped into a minefield composed of large and small earth holes, and the unfortunate horses were broken from the knees by the powerful inertia, and the white bones of Sen Sen were exposed with flesh and blood, and the scene was more violent and violent.

"After the war, there was horse meat to eat!" This strange thought crossed my mind.

"Free Fire!"

Seeing that my plan had worked again, I excitedly shouted out the technical terms that only came to life in later life, but the archers clearly understood the meaning of these two words, and they rained their arrows out as if they were racing, and landed on the ground to defeat the mixed cavalry with light bows that had outflanked both wings.

"How? Now everyone is satisfied! ”

I was excitedly doing the classic shape of the Supreme Treasure in the array, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of the front and back, the Bolesław on the other side was probably so angry that he was about to vomit blood, with his medieval elm-like bumpy brain, he couldn't figure out why he had an absolute advantage, was defeated by a German army that looked like Hanako, it should have been a one-sided massacre, even if it was a group fight, it would have been his own victory, did God really favor this despicable person in Nijmegen?

Excitement is excitement, and the business still has to be done:

I pulled one of the soldiers and whispered in his ear: "Take the command flag and go to the main formation, let the bull scatter all the reserves, and steal the peaches according to the established plan." ”

For a while, I didn't stop saying all the code names of the operations formulated before the war, and I hurriedly stopped and didn't continue, and the soldier listened to him in a daze, and I asked again with anxiety: "Did you hear clearly?" ”

He nodded hurriedly, took the command flag, pushed away the comrades who were huddled together, and ran to the rear.

"Let's fight, Bolesław, and give you a taste of the wonders of the future!"

The Polish heavy infantry, though wounded and retreating, retained the strength of the Great War, followed the light cavalry and crept close to the Nijmegen position, which Bolesław had evidently seen in his own position, and after the screams and groans of the men and horses on the battlefield had ceased, the Poles heard the sound of trumpets urging the attack.

The thick horn made of buffalo horns has a majestic and solemn sound, which sounds similar to the conch often played in the glorious game, but when combined with the magnificent picture of the Polish Jingo Iron Horse, the guys in the devil game look a lot like children's play.

"They're coming, my lord!" A soldier sharp-eyed saw the Polish heavy infantry pressing up from among the corpses of the hussars, and shouted at our flank.

"Damn, they're ghostly!"

I scolded in annoyance, and backhanded the bottle of fire oil hanging on my waist, and felt its rough surface to have a bottom.

This thing is now my tried and tested battlefield killing weapon, definitely a medieval weapon of mass destruction, a very deterrent existence, and it is the exclusive monopoly of Nijmegen!

In order to continue his scientific and technological superiority, I specifically instructed Leonardo to triple the annuity of the scholars who refined the oil oil, provide an independent laboratory and a full-time retinue, be closely protected around the clock to prevent secrets from leaking, and allocate enough manpower to produce day and night, but it still cannot fully keep up with the consumption.

After all, the existing means are too backward, the efficiency of purification and synthesis is very low, the amount that can be stored and used in actual combat is very small, and Nijmegen takes almost all the inventory with it every time it goes to battle, so it cannot reach the level of unlimited supply at all, and the same is true for this expedition.

After a few skirmishes, there was not much left of the fire oil, and the rest of the rest except for the death squads equipped with bulls, all the rest were concentrated in my hands, and they were always hanging on the back of the archers, ready to be left until the critical juncture of the battle to turn the situation around.

I pulled the bottle of oil off my belt with all my might, holding it in my hand and hesitating to make up my mind, if I couldn't stop the enemy, collapse would be the inevitable result, and I had been waiting for a long time for maybe this moment, I couldn't care so much, I looked up at the sky where the legendary god overlooked all beings, hoping that the mysterious power in the dark could give me the answer.

Although Nijmegen is in control of the situation for the time being, the soldiers have greatly overdrawn their physical strength, and the reason why they can still keep the hearts of the people is still relying on the new guards as the mainstay to insist, no one dares to guarantee how long they can last, maybe the next charge of the enemy is the last straw that crushes the camel, but unfortunately Nijmegen is not a camel, and there is not much meat after falling.

"Let the right flank spread out, the archers keep suppressed, and let the infantry of the Poles come over."

Looking at the faltering tin cans in the distance, I finally made up my mind, patted the herald on the back and said, "If there is any contact, retreat immediately, don't dwell too much." ”

The herald nodded, and I withdrew my gaze to re-observe the Guards cavalry assembled in front of the position, and the three short trumpet sounds might have been the signal for their attack, because after the aftermath had stopped, the Guards cavalry changed into a charge formation that was almost triangular, and tried to withstand the fire of the archers, forcibly tearing through our thin defensive line, and under the cover of the heavy infantry that had flanked and outflanked, at least to break the resistance of the right flank of the Nijmegen phalanx, and open the unfavorable stalemate at the moment.

"Hehe, do you think I don't have a backstroke?" Staring at the gradual acceleration of the Guards cavalry with disdain, I raised my arm without the slightest fear, and the shield-bearer retreated behind the pikemen with the order, countless spears erected, and the soldiers in the second row were all holding special extra-long spears.

The archers shot harder, but the speed slowed down markedly, and the task of attacking the flank heavy infantry spread a lot of fire, and the Guards cavalry, seeing that there was no more hindrance, completely let go of the reins of their horses, and the tall horses with muscular lines sprinted with all their might, and the roar of stepping on the ground echoed through the heavens and the earth.

The timing is perfect! I flattened the spear in my hand and shouted, "Thorn! ”

The soldiers with extra-long spears stabbed out neatly, and when the guns and halberds were like a forest, many guards cavalry lowered their heads and crashed in, and immediately a group of people turned over on their backs, the spears were broken and the cavalry fell to the ground with cries for help, and the horses neighed in panic one after another, and the horses that followed behind out of the instinct of evasion, violently retracted the steps and stood up, once again exposing the soft belly without armor to our firepower, this time the soldiers did not need to shout, all rushed to throw their guns.

Several horses were pierced in the stomach, and their intestines flowed out and stirred on their hooves, and the archers found the opportunity at the right time, and in a panic they turned their backs to our guards to shoot, and immediately many people fell down from the wounds of the arrows, and I threw the spears mechanically, and I didn't even know how many I threw them, killing and wounding several enemies, in short, until finally the arm was difficult to lift because of the loss of strength, and then I sat on the ground and gasped.

"The Polish infantry has copied it!" Before I could breathe well, the urgency of the battlefield forced me to stand up with the help of two soldiers, rubbing my eyes that were so smoked by the smell of blood that I couldn't open them, trying to observe the situation.

The Polish heavy infantry was stabbing the spearmen on the right flank of the Nijmegen phalanx, and although their copper-headed iron arms were well protected, they were never able to continue their advance, and the overwhelming spears were always able to tie their movements, and even many soldiers used spears with severed spears as poles to prevent the Poles from advancing half a step.

At such a close distance, there was no way to order the archers to suppress the firepower, so I adjusted my deployment in time for the tense battle situation: "Let the right flank shrink to the middle, slowly lead the Polish infantry over, the enemy is slow to move in the iron box, and there must be a level of lure to go deeper." I paused, accentuating.

The phalanx on the right flank quickly retracted to the center in an orderly manner according to the order, like an octopus curling up its outstretched tentacles, and the spearmen who kept stabbing the enemy with their spears were the suckers on the tentacles, firmly sticking to the footsteps of the heavy infantry, dragging them into our trap little by little.

(End of chapter)