The decisive battle between Alan and Gavin is about to break out, but after all, the battlefield is not just a battlefield of only two people, and the 15,000-strong troops led by the Duke of Bashir and the Duke of Manuel on the right flank also fought fiercely against Xiuwen! And although they don't have the elite legions of Alan and Gavin, it is still a tragic battle that is no less than inferior.

At the beginning of the battle, both sides exchanged heavy cavalry at the same time, according to the rules. After all, once the war really starts, those heavy heavy cavalry will basically not be able to attack the flanks or go around the rear. Therefore, it is the most effective way to use it at the beginning of the war.

After the heavy cavalry battle, the center of the entire battlefield turned into a melee of heavy cavalry.

Xiuwen was excited, this is the emotion that all people experience for the first time in war, it is the transformation of fear. He even felt the blood boiling in his body. And this emotion, if properly used, can be a brave and fearless warrior, but if it is dominated, it can only become a poor reckless man.

"Your Highness, the Central Knights have started a scuffle, should we support them?" Count Philip stood beside Xiu Wen and reminded.

Xiu Wen looked at the battlefield and said confidently: "No, the battlefield of the knights will not end for a while, and the other party will send troops to support, so as long as we wait for the other party to support, we can surround the other party by attacking with both wings!"

Although Count Philip is good at conspiracy and political struggle, he is a novice to marching and fighting, and when he heard Xiuwen say this, he also agreed. But he still asked a hooded man on the other side of Xiuwen, "What do you think, Mr. Morris?"

The hooded man was naturally the mysterious Maurice, and he only heard him say: "Everything is under the orders of His Highness."

Seeing that Morris did not object, Philip quickly gave the order. Sure enough, Duke Bashir's two thousand-strong heavily armed soldiers rushed directly to the central battlefield.

Philip praised Xiu Wen: "Your Highness is really like a god, and the other party really went to support the knights." Now as long as we surround them, the big thing is decided!"

"The Earl is wrong, it's just a common sense extrapolation." Although Xiu Wen did not accept Philip's praise, the corners of his mouth that involuntarily turned up still revealed his joyful heart.

As a veteran, Duke Bashir couldn't help but smile contemptuously when he saw Xiuwen give up supporting the knight duel in the center. He knew very well that this was a world where knights could dominate the world, and if Xiu Wen gave up his most important knights, then the outcome of this battle was already doomed, even if the other party wanted to surround him.

Bashir immediately sent the last of 2,000 heavily armed soldiers to the flanks to block Xiuwen's encirclement.

The battle situation is already obvious, whether Xiuwen succeeds in encircling Bashir's army, or Bashir takes out the knights of the central Xiuwen before Xiuwen's encirclement network is formed.

As a result, the balance of victory still tipped in Bashir's favor, and Xiuwen's heavily armed soldiers were blocked. And the knights in the center, with the support of Bashir, quickly solved the knights of Xiuwen.

Then, the charge was launched again!

This time there were only about three hundred knights who charged. But it's still unstoppable!

The Duke of Manuel, who was at the head, personally put on his own and stood in the front row of all the knights. Just as he was about to reach the enemy's line, Manuel shouted: "For the king!"

"For the king!" The loud slogans gave the knights infinite courage, and at this time they could not hold any other thoughts in their minds except to rush in and kill.

This time, it failed to stage the drama of Allen's gun array against the cavalry. The remaining hundreds of knights directly destroyed Xiuwen's defense line, and the heavily armed soldiers who followed behind swarmed up along the gap and exploded inside Xiuwen's defense line.

The change in the situation on the battlefield is slow, and it can hold out for several hours without distinguishing the winner or loser, but if it is fast, it can also be decided in an instant with a single charge.

By the time Shuwen spotted Bashir's knights and recharged and sent his troops to fend off, it was too late. This is not a computer game, and the slightest mistake on the battlefield is not immediately remedied. Before Xiuwen's order reached the troops, the front line had already been washed away by the knights.

Xiuwen's army wanted to surround Bashir's army, but he didn't expect to ignore the strength of Bashir's knights, but was counterattacked by Bashir in a wave, and the fragile center was directly pierced, causing Xiuwen's two wings to be surrounded by Bashir's army in reverse.

That's the difference between a seasoned veteran and a rookie. Bashir can grasp the direction of the battlefield at a glance, can spot the opponent's weaknesses, and then deliver a fatal blow. And Xiuwen can only passively follow the war, and he is passive everywhere.

Seeing that his square line was destroyed, the soldiers could only fight on their own, and Xiuwen was powerless on his horse. Are you going to lose? I'm not reconciled! I'm not the emperor of Moslian yet, I haven't squeezed that bastard out yet. But what else can be done? If I lose this battle, I will definitely be sent to the monastery by my father. I don't...... Willing...... Yes!

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Give the order!" Under the shaking and yelling of Count Philip, Xiuwen gradually came to his senses.

Oh, there's another way! Morris! He hasn't acted yet. Thinking of Morris's Xiuwen is like a man in the water, grasping at a life-saving straw.

Xiu Wen hurriedly turned around and said anxiously: "Mr. Morris! Help me! Help me! You said you would help me!"

Morris sighed and comforted Xiuwen: "Your Highness, please rest assured, I naturally won't break my word." How many soldiers do you have left?

With Morris's words, Xiu Wen forcibly calmed his mind and said, "Now I only have a thousand heavily armed soldiers and a thousand archers."

Morris thought for a moment and asked, "What about the conscription of serfs?"

Xiuwen immediately replied: "There are still 5,000 serfs to be recruited!"

Morris chuckled, "That's enough, Your Highness will gather them here."

Although Xiu Wen didn't know what Morris's plans were, he had no choice after all, even if he sent them all to the field, it would only be a few more lives.

The battlefield was still fighting, and Xiuwen's army was divided into several pieces by Bashir's army, and then strangled to death. Gradually, many of Xiuwen's troops began to retreat, and Bashir's army also advanced straight to Xiuwen's main formation.

"It's too late, sir, hurry up!" Xiu Wen said anxiously on the side. The battle situation is getting worse and worse, and there is already a general trend that has gone, Xiuwen doesn't know if Morris is a liar, and now he can't control so much, but if Morris doesn't do it again, Xiuwen himself can't escape.

Morris glanced at Xiuwen and nodded. Then he saw Morris walk in front of the thousands, muttering something in his mouth.

Xiuwen waited and waited, waited and waited, but there was still no change. Just when Xiuwen thought that Morris was really a liar, he was about to draw his sword and kill Morris. I only heard Morris's voice suddenly high-pitched, and it seemed that countless people were singing in chorus, and the original noisy howls, roars, and horns on the battlefield were gone, and only Morris's voice echoed in the sky.

Xiuwen couldn't understand what Morris was saying, but he noticed that as Morris's voice grew higher, the soldiers in front of him began to change. Originally, the morale of these soldiers was already very low, and they may not be able to understand the command of the battle, but they still know who is superior and who is inferior. Xiuwen's army was already on the verge of collapse, and even the reservists were demoralized.

However, as Morris chanted, the fear, the look of confusion on the faces of these soldiers disappeared, and was replaced by heavy gasps and hideous expressions, as if they had seen a mortal enemy.

At last, Morris stopped chanting, drew a short staff from his sleeve, and swung it forward, shouting, "Go, kill them all!" I saw that with a wave of the short staff, a cone-shaped wave of qi appeared, like a shock wave, which swept through the thousands of soldiers in front of him and passed through the entire battlefield.

When the soldiers heard Morris's words, they turned around, howling and uttering words of unknown meaning, and pounced on Bashir's army like madness.

Bashir had already locked the victory at this time, and was directing the army to rush to Xiuwen's main formation, as long as Xiuwen's main formation had collapsed, then King Paul's left flank would be finished, and when the time came, he would be able to win the war in one fell swoop. And he will also be relied on by Charles II again.

However, the sudden appearance of the situation gave Bashir a hard slap, and a force of thousands of people swarmed out of Xiuwen's main formation, like a prisoner who opened the prison door, like a mad beast, desperately attacking all the enemies in front of him, even Xiuwen's own soldiers.

As if forgetting the pain, the group slashed at them, and without any reaction, they grabbed the sword on their bodies and pushed the soldier to the ground at once, and then a sword pierced the soldier's stomach. Some had their hands cut off and frantically lunged at the people, desperately biting the soldiers' bodies with their teeth. It doesn't matter if the armor cracks the teeth.

These people can't be called human anymore, they're crazy zombies, no! Worse than zombies! They also use weapons!

Bashir's soldiers were stunned by the madness of this group of soldiers, and they were confused in the face of such an enemy, not knowing what to do. Finally, I don't know who shouted: "Devil!" In an instant, it led to the rapid retreat of the surrounding soldiers, and the morale of Bashir's soldiers dropped rapidly. In the face of a formidable enemy, a soldier may be able to muster up the courage to fight hard. And in the face of a group of demons without humanity, these barbarians who have not been educated in materialism collapse in an instant.

The soldiers in the back row were directly scattered by the rout in front, and no matter how much Bashir shouted, even the execution of the rout could not save the rout of the soldiers.

Bashir, who was in his fifties, stared blankly at everything in front of him and whispered to himself, "Did you lose?" I actually lost?"

Duke Manuel, who had just returned from the front, had already stained his armor red with the blood of the enemy, and the knight's sword in his hand was still dripping with bright red blood. He grabbed the stunned Duke Bashir, shook it twice, and roared loudly: "Lord Duke, we can't stop it, someone on the other side has used witchcraft, retreat quickly!"

Duke Manuel's words did not wake up Duke Bashir, only to hear Duke Bashir looking at the sky and muttering, "Retreat? Where can I evacuate? We have lost, lost. ”

Duke Manuel saw that Bashir was already delirious, so he could only say to Bashir's guards on the side: "You quickly protect Duke Bashir from retreating." Then inform His Majesty that the right wing cannot hold on!"

One of the soldiers of the Bashir Guard asked, "Lord Manuel, what are you going to do?"

Duke Manuel said quickly, "I'll take the rest of the people to block them and help you delay time." Go quickly!"

The guard soldier said anxiously: "Lord Duke, now that the rout has been completed, don't you stay to find death?" You'd better come with us!"

Manuel smiled and said, "I, Jack Manuel, as a member of the Manuel family, never knew the word escape. My glory does not allow me to do that. After saying that, he quickly began to gather the rout under the protection of the guards, preparing to recast the defensive line.

The Bashir guards did not delay, fixed the Duke of Bashir directly on their horses, and quickly retreated.

Manuel looked at the hundreds of defeated soldiers around him who had regrouped, and couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, but there was no way back at this time.

Manuel jumped off his horse and walked in front of the horse's head, thrust the knight's sword in his hand into the earth, knelt on one knee, and gently rested his forehead on the hilt of the knight's sword. This is the traditional prayer ritual of Ambush, not to pray to the Light, but to the ancestors who have left countless glory and legends from generation to generation!

I am the Duke of the Manuel family, and I carry the glory of the whole family on my back. Today, the time has come for our Manueline family to shine. I will not run away, for my lord is still fighting. I won't run away, because my knights are still fighting. I will not run away because of my loyalty! Still fighting! O my revered ancestors! Give me bravery!

Manuel stood up, drew his sword from the ground, and shouted to the crowd: "Soldiers, one may ask, why do we choose to resist? Then they can ask, why do we have to work every day? Why do we spend so much sweat growing crops? Why do we have to go over mountains and mountains to build houses? Not because they are easy to achieve, but precisely because they are necessary for our survival! We choose to resist because we can't shirk because we have to! Our lord is still fighting on the battlefield, and we cannot abandon him! Now, I ask you to follow me and rebuild your defenses to defend our king! Defend our country! I, Manuel, will go before you, and I will not fall, and you will not fall!"

"For Ambush!"

The earth-shattering roar resounded through the sky, and it was the roar of everyone's heart. At this moment, every soldier around them forgot to run away, as if they had also forgotten the emotion of fear. Regrouping around Manuel, he vigorously pounded his shield with his weapon and stomped the ground.

Manuel stepped onto his horse and shouted, "Charge with me!" At this moment, Manuel's young face shone brightly, as if a power had awakened in his body, making him so tall and majestic in the eyes of everyone at this moment.

Manuel took the lead, cutting through the crowd and charging in the first column of the line. He was surrounded by a dozen scarred guards, desperately helping Manuel fend off the swords coming from all around. And behind them, hundreds of fighters who have reawakened their courage.

In the face of a surging enemy army, Manuel leads these people in a quest to reclaim their glory!