"Get on the horse!"

At the Duke of Brittany's order, the cavalrymen stood at the head of the procession, fully armed and energetic, and turned on their horses. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I'm not going to say anything more to you, it's a charge, a temptation, you may encounter a trap, you may die! But I ask you, even if you die, to rush to the enemy and find all the traps for me, understand?! ”

"Death is glory, loyalty is my life!"

Fifty horsemen replied in unison, and the sound shook the world.

They're all good boys.

The Duke of Brittany looked at these familiar faces in front of him, some of which he could even call out by name, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Unlike those improvised cannon fodder, these cavalry, they don't need to boost morale, they don't need heavy temptation, they just need to tell them the goal, even if there is death ahead, these cavalry will rush over without blinking.

Because these cavalrymen were raised by the Duke of Brittany.

From the age of seven to the age of twenty-one, the Duke was like a new parent, and although there may be one or two white-eyed wolves among them, most of them are willing to give their lives for the Duke.

And now is the time for them to give their lives.

"May God Almighty grant us courage and victory, Amen."

"Amen."

After the customary pre-battle prayer, the veteran was the first to draw his sword and point straight ahead.

"Charge!"

“Wahhhhhhh――！！！”

Like a whirlwind, the charge of the cavalry was destined to sweep away the fallen leaves on the road.

"Your Royal Highness! The enemy's cavalry is coming! ”

Such a big movement on the Duke of Brittany's side, gathering soldiers and roaring, naturally couldn't hide Odega's eyes.

Seeing the smoke and dust flying all the way, Odegar hurriedly said to Magnus.

"How many came? Two hundred? Three hundred? ”

Magnus also became nervous, cavalry, which was the equivalent of a medieval tank, although the cavalry of the early Middle Ages had not yet been dressed in a tin can, as in the later period; But even if it is a tank, it has a distinction between light and heavy, whether it is a light tank or a heavy tank, man can never use his flesh to resist steel.

"Number of people...... About sixty people. ”

Judging the number of cavalry according to the degree of smoke and dust is the basic skill of a battlefield commander, Magnus will not, but Odegar is different.

"Temptation?"

"That's right, it's a temptation."

Magnus asked suspiciously, and Odegar replied in the affirmative, which immediately embarrassed Magnus.

Traps, he did have them, otherwise it would not have been possible to leave the front without rejecting the horse, but any trap is only useful when it is used for the first time.

It's not worth it to expose the trap just for sixty cavalry.

But if you let these sixty cavalrymen come straight over...... Imagine sixty tanks, no, no tanks, sixty cars crashing into each other, and I can't think of any other adjectives than flesh and blood.

Thankfully, he wasn't in command.

Otherwise, the time fighter that would hesitate alone would have been lost.

"Praetorian Guard! Let the Praetorian Guards go to the front! Tell them! In any case, it is absolutely forbidden to take a step back, and those who violate the order will be killed! ”

At this time, the pressure on Odegar is the greatest.

Because he is a battlefield commander.

Moreover, the outcome of this war also determines the future direction, if it loses, not only will England have no hope of recovering the country, but even His Royal Highness the Prince himself may be in danger......

But in the end, he still made this decision: to carry it with human life!

And not only to carry it, but also to carry it down, to convince the other party that his side is really thinking of using infantry to confront the cavalry head-on.

As for the Praetorian Guard's thoughts, well, they were more afraid of Odega's wrath than death.

"Draw the spears behind you! I'm sending it to you for this time! Pull it out! Stick it in the ground! Fast! ”

When the Praetorian Guards were in position—in fact, they were on the front line of the battlefield, separated only a handful of cannon fodder from the roaring cavalry—and when the Janissaries were in position, Odegar shouted again.

Spear formation, this is quite a traditional practice, since Alexander the Great, the spear formation has become the standard configuration of almost every army, but if you want to use the spear well, it is not so simple.

Magnus equipped the Praetorian Guards with a three-meter spear - this is almost the limit of what ordinary wood can extend, if you use a six-meter super long gun, it must be reinforced with iron sheets, as for the ten-meter three-person gun, without professional training, this is really not needed.

But even a three-meter long gun is simply unstable without a certain amount of training.

Odega, on the other hand, thought of a simple solution: let the soldiers stick their spears diagonally into the ground, so that the spears could be stabilized with the help of the earth, and the soldiers only had to keep the spears from falling.

However, even so, the Praetorian Guards standing in the first row were dead.

This is true even if each of them wears chain mail and is lined with two layers of leather armor.

Because of the impact force, even if the surface is not injured, the impact force of the impact will stir all their internal organs into powder.

Then, I can't tell what kind of sound it was, it was like a hammer meeting a muffled drum, and the next moment, the cavalry collided with the Praetorian Guard.

In an instant, the corpse flew sideways.

The spear inserted in the ground fulfilled its task perfectly, even if it was crushed and shattered under the action of high speed, the spear head still stubbornly penetrated the cavalryman's body, and it was chilling. But the master was killed, but the galloping war horse did not stop so easily, and the huge body weighing three hundred kilograms did not even pause, and the top of Mount Tai generally rampage through the crowd.

One life for another, it's fair.

But the commanders on both sides didn't think so.

The Duke of Brittany's eyes were red, fifty cavalrymen, fifty cavalrymen with an average training time of up to fourteen years, could only replace the lives of the lowly infantry on the opposite side one-to-one?

Are you kidding!

On the other hand, Odegar was also heartbroken, the Praetorian Guard, who had accompanied him from England and had undergone hard training, was the only force in his hands that he could fully trust, and had lost a small half; And there is also the expensive chain mail they wear......

Eh, wait, chainmail can still be recycled after winning.

Thinking about it this way, Odegar was less heartbroken again.

But his purpose has been achieved.

"It seems that there is really no ambush on the other side......"

You can't blame the Duke of Brittany for thinking so, fifty cavalry, in the eyes of people in this era, is equivalent to fifty tanks, just imagine, seeing fifty tanks at full speed and crazy crushing towards you, in this case, who would choose to hide their strength?

If you are a little timid, you will be scared and cry directly, okay!

What's more, Magnus, in the impression of the Duke of Brittany, is a dead prince, an unlucky guy who has even been robbed of his home, and it is inevitable that he will be despised and prejudiced.

Moreover, the current situation does not allow him to hesitate any longer.

The cannon fodder of the Duke of Brittany, who was not very important, was lured away by the defeat of Grand Master Chauncey, was scattered, and then was divided and surrounded by Magnus, who concentrated superior forces, and in this moment, the form of the battlefield has begun to change abruptly.

If you hesitate any longer, and wait for the enemy's cannon fodder to be wiped out, no matter how heroic the cavalry is, it will be impossible to break through the other side that is waiting for you.

The Duke of Brittany could almost see the **** of the goddess of victory shaking her head contemptuously at him, and then he was about to turn around and walk to the enemy's side.

In this case, the Duke of Brittany decided that something had to be done.

He turned, turned back, and looked at the cavalry who were watching him, hoping he could do something.

Take a deep breath.

"My warriors! You've all seen it! The enemy wants to kill us! The enemy has killed us! You say, this is what we are going to do?! ”

The scene was quiet, without a single sound.

It's not that it's embarrassing, it's that everyone already has the answer in their hearts, there is no need to be encouraged, there is no need to mobilize, they just need orders.

"So, let's go over and kill them."

The Duke of Brittany said, and then repeated it again:

"Let's go over, kill them, and then say to their bones: See clearly, we are the masters of this land!"