Arrows flew overhead, and the Slav infantry began to move in the direction of the Mecklenburg corps, and the frontal formation, which was wider than the Mecklenburg corps, showed the commander's intentions, and when the Slav infantry met the pike, they stopped, but the Slavs on both flanks could continue to advance without hindrance, and these armies that did not encounter obstacles crossed the phalanx and successfully surrounded the opponent.

"The crossbowmen return to the phalanx." Andrew looked at the approaching Slavs and hurriedly ordered the crossbowmen who were shooting arrows in front of the phalanx to retreat, because the Slavs usually began to charge when they slowly advanced to a distance of fifty paces from their opponents, which was similar to the impact of cavalry, only with less power.

"Phew~~." The pikemen clenched their spears tightly and watched the approaching Slavs, waiting for the storm of infantry to charge, but instead of charging them, they stopped.

"Be careful to defend." Seeing the Slavs stop, Colonel Andrew had a bad feeling, as a veteran soldier on the battlefield was extremely sensitive to any abnormal and dangerous atmosphere.

"Whoosh~~~." Suddenly, a lot of things flew out of the Slavs' formation, and the soldiers of the Mecklenburg phalanx hurriedly lowered their heads, thinking that it was another arrow or something.

"Woo, it's a stone, uh~~." But from the Slavs' positions flew not arrows but locust-like stones, which smashed into the phalanx of the pikes of the Mecklenburg regiment, which Kang Tuoyi ordered the soldiers to collect during their rest, although not as lethal as the arrows, but such a large throw came from all directions, which made many Mecklenburg recruits who were on the battlefield for the first time panic.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, oh~~~." The Mecklenburg recruits were smashed with blue noses and swollen faces. The spear, which had been held flat, swayed, and many people couldn't help but cover their faces with their hands, and the smell of stones hitting their bodies was unpleasant.

"Don't move, hold on to your weapons." The old German mercenaries played a key role at this time, and although their heads, shoulders, and hands were also hit by stones, they still managed to straighten their waists. And shouted at the recruits beside him.

"The enemy's formation is out of order, and the warriors charge~~." The Calvin leader looked at the Mecklenburg phalanx, which had been thrown into disarray by the stones, and he seized the opportunity to give a loud command with a wave of his sword.

"Kill~~~."

"Kill these Germans." Under the orders of the leader of Calvin, the Slavs clenched their battle axes and small round shields, and a roar like a tsunami resounded throughout the battlefield, and then the rumbling footsteps were heard, and the Slavs rushed towards the Mecklenburg regiment as if they had been beaten with blood.

"Ahhh Taking advantage of the moment of confusion in the phalanx of the Mecklenburg legion, the Slavs actually broke into the phalanx, and the enemy raised their tomahawks and slashed at the Mecklenburg soldiers. Screams rang out, and the recruits, who had been struck in the face by the Slavs' axes, fell backwards and died, blood and brains splattering everywhere.

"Steady, steady, hold on to your spears and push the enemy out." The old German mercenaries picked up their spears and stabbed at the enemies who kept appearing, and the recruits in the first row were shocked and showed signs of collapse, and some of the cowardly people had already thrown down their spears and fled.

"Bastard. Don't run, get back to where you are. The officers and old German mercenaries shouted angrily. But no one cared about anyone on the battlefield, and the veterans knew very well that if they didn't stay with their companions and run around, they would soon be killed by the enemy.

"Lord Count, do we want to support the infantry?" Baron Ron looked at the chaotic situation ahead and said to Arrod, it is true that they did not expect that the Slavs would destroy the phalanx with stones that could be encountered everywhere, which was also the inexperience of the Mecklenburg recruits. If it were the former German mercenary group, it would definitely not be shaken.

"Don't worry about that, Colonel Andrew will take care of it." Arold picked up the single-hole telescope and looked at the flanks, where the unhindered Slavic infantry was crossing the phalanx and approaching the cavalry.

"Yes, Lord Count."

"Baron Ron, let's get out of here and go over there." Arold put away the single-hole telescope. He pointed with his right hand in the direction of the Slavs' right/flank, where there was an unhindered flat field, and Arold could not allow the cavalry to be surrounded by the Slavic infantry, in a stationary state.

"Boom~~~." Under the leadership of Arold, the cavalry of Mecklenburg ran, they moved around the battlefield of fierce battles to a place where there were no enemies, and the Slavic nobles were puzzled when they saw Arold's banner actually go away, as a commander, shouldn't they inspire morale in the fiercest places of the battlefield?

"The commanders of the Germanic peoples fled, and the commanders of the Germanic people fled." The Slavs, thinking that Arold had fled out of fear, heard their shouts on the battlefield, but the sound did shake the hearts of many Mecklenburg soldiers, who turned their heads to see Arrod's banner moving outwards behind them.

"Turn your ugly heads back and stare at the enemy in front of you." The old German mercenaries and officers were very clear about the tactical policy of this operation, and it was because of these veterans that the phalanx gradually stabilized, and the Germanic swordsmen in the phalanx began to play a role in the melee, and the Germanic swordsmen belonged to a small number of elite troops in the phalanx, and because they were elites, the armor on their bodies was similar to that of the officers, but the ribbons of the accessories were missing.

"Puff~~~." The Germanic swordsmen raised their swords in their hands with fierce eyes, and these strong warriors grabbed the collar of the Slavs who rushed into the phalanx with one hand, and slashed their swords off the shoulders of the Slavs with the other, and blood sprayed from the Slavs' bodies to the swordsmen's hands, and the Germanic swordsmen ignored and threw the dead Slavs out.

"Abominable Germans." Several Slavic warriors raised their battle axes in a rage and rushed towards the swordsman, they were very skillful in fanning around, hoping to attack the Germanic swordsman with golden hair and messy golden beard from different angles, and they even looked at the swordsman's fine cuirass with some jealousy, compared to the stinky leather armor wrapped in the Slavs, it was simply the difference between the rich and handsome and the dick.

"Whew." The Germanic swordsman stretched his legs and raised his great sword in the air, glaring with disdain at the Slavs who tried to surround him.

"Oh~~~." The Slavs rushed forward with a roar, but the Germanic swordsman did not hurry and charged back, and his hands crossed and grasped the hilt, constantly turning the blade and the blade back and forth, wielding the great sword in his hand like a spinning windmill.

"Poof, uh~~~." The Germanic swordsman missed a Slavic warrior who was a little closer to him for a moment, and his form did not stop, and then he stabbed another Slavic warrior with the blade of his sword, and the Slavic warrior slammed himself into the throat as if he was attracted to something, only to hear a muffled snort, the Slavic warrior who had been stabbed in the throat fell, and to the surprise of the others, the person closest to the Germanic swordsman stood there in a daze.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The other Slavs found the Germanic swordsman in front of them to be tricky, and they shouted to their companion who had their backs to the Germanic swordsman.

"Bang dang~~~plop~~~~." The stunned Slavic warrior shook his body a few times before he fell, a large pool of blood oozing from his neck, and the rest of the Slavic warriors realized that it was the Germanic swordsman who had cut his neck with the sharp blade of his great sword when he was wrong.

With the efforts of the Germanic swordsmen, the Slavs around the phalanx were cleaned up, Colonel Andrew took the opportunity to order the pikemen to organize the formation, and the power of the pikemen was only exerted at this time, Rulin's spear stretched out from the phalanx like an enraged hedgehog, and those who had not yet withdrawn from the formation were wiped their necks by the old German mercenaries with short swords at their waists, and the Slavs who had just rushed over could not restrain the pace of the charge and were directly pierced by the tip of the spear and hung on it.

"These Germanic people are really stubborn." The adjutant beside Kang Tuoyi looked at the phalanx of spears like lonely reefs in the sea, he really admired the tenacious fighting spirit of those Germanic people, if the army of ordinary lords was surrounded, I am afraid that it would have collapsed long ago.

"Send the cavalry that the Grand Pomeranian chief has to support us." Kang Tuoyi looked at the Mecklenburg cavalry who had withdrawn from the fierce battle, he did not believe that Arold would abandon his army so lightly, it was obvious that this cunning opponent was brewing some kind of conspiracy.

"Obey Lord Kang Tuoyi." The lieutenant quickly turned his horse's head and headed towards the rear, and he rode his horse jolting all the way to the baggage convoy, where a group of men with slender pointed hats sat on the ground, dressed in ordinary leather armor and acting rudely and laughing roughly.

"You lazy worms get up and get to work." It was evident that one of the chieftains, dressed in small pieces of iron in armor, stood up, and when he saw Kang Tuoyi's lieutenant coming on horseback, he knew that the order must have come, so he kicked his men.

"Master Alger, Lord Kang Tuoyi orders you to immediately bring your men to the front." The adjutant couldn't help frowning as he looked at the group of people who were eating and drinking in the baggage convoy, but these cavalrymen were reinforcements sent by the Pomeranian chieftain, and they were treated politely and friendly on the surface.

"Understood." Old Man Alger stroked his beard with his greasy hands, took off his hat and bowed to the lieutenant, only to put on his pointed helmet again. (To be continued......) R1292