The East Franconian soldiers were more powerful than the Bohemians could have imagined, but the Bohemians also knew that behind them were family and friends, so they had to hold their ground, hoping to drive the enemy out of their positions in the midst of the crowd of pushes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I'm going to suffocate." The continuous attacks of the East Franks forced the Bohemians to shrink their positions, which were like sardines in a can, and the Bohemians could barely breathe a little air by holding their heads high in the crowd.

"Intensify our attacks, and we'll almost be able to drive these damned bohemians into the river." The nobles of East Francia, commanding the continuous attack of the soldiers, seemed to have seen the dawn of the goddess of victory.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~." But at this moment, the arrows kept flying towards the heads of the attacking East Frankish infantry, and the arrows always took the life of a soldier.

"What's the matter, haven't you suppressed the opponent's archers yet?" The East Franconian nobles wearing iron helmets, chain mail or fine leather armor, with carefully selected horses at their crotch, were the backbone of the kingdom and the natural junior officers on the battlefield.

"Not an archer, look." An attendant beside the East Franconian nobleman raised his hand and pointed to the opposite bank, where he saw the roar of horses' hooves and the dust raised high from the east bank.

"What's that?" The East Francian nobleman stared at the smoke and dust in amazement, and yes he knew that it was the dust raised by the cavalry running, but the arrows kept flying out of the dust and shot at the heads of the East Franconian infantry on the west bank.

"Is it Magyars?" A gray-bearded nobleman with an ancient Germanic helmet rode up to them, and he asked the others.

"Oh, it's Lord Juncker, it's strange that those cavalrymen can shoot arrows when they run."

"That's the Magyars' way of fighting, have these Bohemians learned it too?" The old East Francian nobleman named Juncker said worriedly as he looked at the cavalry running back and forth on the east bank, but could shoot arrows.

"In one go, drive these bohemians down the river today." The old Junker nobleman said to the nobles beside him.

"Yes." The East Frankish nobility had their own pride, and they immediately led the family soldiers to deliver the deadliest blow to the Bohemians.

Unlike the soldiers recruited by the king to villages, towns and monasteries, the nobles' private soldiers were attached to the noble families, but do not assume that they were weak in combat, in fact these noble private soldiers received military training all year round, and the nobles equipped them with sophisticated weapons and equipment in order to protect their estates and personal safety.

"Forward~~." Dressed in leather armor and armed with swords and shields, the noble privateers followed their masters and marched under orders.

The battle intensified with the addition of the nobles' private soldiers, and the corpses rolled into the Elbe River, the blood stained the river red, and some Bohemians saw that the tide was over, and jumped into the river in an attempt to swim back to the opposite bank, but they were soon drowned by the rushing river.

The Mecklenburg legion led by Arold was constantly approaching the Bohemians, and when he could hear the sound of the Elbe rapids, Arold knew that they had finally reached their destination, and the sound of fighting was faintly heard in his ears.

"Ted sent out light cavalry to see how far we are from the Bohemians?" Arold said to Ted beside him.

"Yes, Duke." Tyde immediately turned his horse's head and headed in the direction of the hussars, followed by several Hussar cavalry who broke away from the slow-marching force and ran towards the banks of the Elbe.

The Hussar cavalry, also known as the Hussars, was a class of troops established by Arold after the characteristics of the Slavic cavalry, they wore tall round fur hats, light leather armor, and carried a smelting base made at their waists, which was suitable for slashing on the horse, and each Hussar cavalry carried a number of javelins for long-range throwing.

"Take it." Five Hussar horsemen, with their distinctive shawls draped over their shoulders, rode proudly like nobles and rushed like a whirlwind to the destination demanded by the monarch.

"Dengdenden." As the five Hussar cavalry approached the banks of the Elbe, they saw that the Bohemian army was blocked on the bank, while on the west bank the Bohemians and East Francians were fighting desperately, and the sound of fierce fighting and fighting resounded on both sides.

"Gray Law~~." Five Hussar horsemen hurriedly jumped from their horses, and three of them made their way through the dense bushes and woods, hoping to get closer to the Bohemian camp and find more valuable information.

The three Hussar cavalrymen reached out to break away from the branches in front of them, their light armor allowed them to move with agility, and they were the best scout cavalry as hussars.

"It looks like there are tens of thousands." A Husal cavalryman looked at the tent on the east bank, which was already like a flower blooming on the plain, and whispered to his companion.

"Yes, but they were divided into two parts by the Elbe, and must have been attacked by the East Francian army while crossing the river, and they were forced to stop crossing the river." Another Hussar nodded, with eagle-sharp eyes.

"If only I could catch a captive."

"If you get any closer to the camp, I'm afraid you'll be discovered."

"Don't be afraid, we move quickly, and the attention of the Bohemians is being drawn to the fighting in the West Bank."

"Just do it!" The three Hussar cavalry cautiously turned back again, this time on their horses.

In the camp of the Bohemians on the east bank, although many Bohemians were worried about the fighting on the west bank, they had no choice but to watch from the other side, and at the rear of the camp were mostly women and children and the troops left behind, and the women and children were still preparing dinner for the soldiers, so the smoke had begun to rise in the camp.

"Dengden~~." A few Bohemian women, who were collecting firewood outside the camp, suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, and she looked up and saw that several horsemen were running in this direction from behind, but this cavalry was not Bohemia, they wore tall fur hats, and their shawls were exquisite, as if they were noble cavalrymen.

"Enemies, there are enemies." The Bohemian women hurriedly threw away the firewood in their arms, ran towards the camp, and shouted in a shrill voice, attracting the attention of the remaining soldiers in the Bohemian camp.

"Get on your horse, there's an enemy." The twelve Bohemian cavalry hurriedly stepped on their stirrups and rode on their horses and charged out of the camp in an attempt to drive back the approaching enemy.

"Gray Law~~." The horses neighed and the hooves of the horses stomped on the ground, and the Hussar cavalry saw the Bohemian cavalry rushing out of the camp, and they harnessed the horses under their crotch with their legs, turned around beautifully, and galloped slowly on the way back.

"Don't let them run." The Bohemian cavalry was armed with spears, and when they saw the Hussar cavalry running back, they thought that they wanted to escape, and they pursued them even more vigorously.

"Let them come closer." One of the Hussar horsemen said to his companions.

"Got it."

Under the deliberate slowdown of the Hussar cavalry, the Bohemian cavalry gradually caught up, and at this seemingly within reach, the Husaline cavalry suddenly dispersed, and the Bohemian cavalry wondered for a moment, but also followed the separate pursuit forward.

"Hey." One of the Hussar cavalrymen saw the three Bohemian horsemen following behind him, and with a contemptuous smile on his lips, he reached into the leather bag behind his saddle and drew a short javelin from it.

"Gray Law~~." The Bohemian cavalry held a spear in his hand, desperately whipping the horse under the crotch, trying to poke the Husar cavalry with the spear in his hand, but the other party suddenly skillfully controlled the horse under the crotch and bypassed the Bohemian cavalryman.

"Whoosh." The Hussar dodged the spears of the Bohemian cavalry, raised his javelin, aimed it at the Bohemian cavalry and threw it, the short javelin bursting through the air with a sharp sound.

"Ping-pong, oh woo~~." Before the Bohemian cavalry could react, the short javelin hit him in the chest, the rudimentary leather armor could not resist the javelin, he screamed, and sat limply in the saddle and lost consciousness, allowing the horse under his crotch to carry some distance before falling from his horse.

"Damn." The Bohemian cavalry did not expect that these strange enemies would be able to throw javelins on their horses, but they thought that they were outnumbered and did not need to be afraid of each other at all.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~." The Hussar cavalry kept throwing the javelins in their hands, either hitting the Bohemians on horseback or stabbing their mounts in the crotch, and when the mounts were wounded and fell, the Bohemians on the horseback were thrown to pieces, at this time, the Hussar cavalry drew the saber from their waists.

"Puff~~." The Hussar cavalry rode towards the Bohemians who were struggling to get to their feet, and they rushed towards them with their sabers, only to see a flash of light, and after a flash of light, half of the head of the Bohemian, who was struggling to get up, was cut off, and large chunks of red and white flowed over his shoulders, and then the body fell like a stake.

"It can't be." Seeing his companions being picked up by the Hussar cavalry one by one, a Bohemian cavalry was horrified to find that they were no match for the five Hussar cavalry, and he immediately turned his horse and tried to flee in the direction of the camp.

"Don't let him run." The Hussar cavalry immediately chased after him, and they threw javelins at the mount of the fleeing Bohemian cavalry, killing the Bohemian mount, and then slowly came to the side of the Bohemian cavalry who had been thrown down, and saw the surrounded Bohemian cavalry with the mud on his face, and knew that he had no hope of escaping.