"Raise your shield." The Bavarian knights did not panic in the face of the sudden rain of crossbows, and immediately raised their pointed shields to protect their sides, this kind of shield made of leather and wood was very tough, and although the arrows pierced the shield surface, they were embedded in it and could not hurt the knights behind them.

"This little damage, and the knight who wants to stop me." The Duke of Bavaria proudly thought that even if the Mecklenburgers were good at defense, they were definitely no match for the elite Bavarian knights in the field.

"Poof, Gray Law ~~." However, although the crossbow bolts fired by the Mecklenburg crossbowmen could not penetrate the knight's shield, the knight's horse under the crotch could not be protected, and the crossbow bolt hit the horse in pain, causing the mount to neigh and jump.

"Ahh The knight who had been shot on his mount fell off his horse, causing some confusion in the advancing cavalry, but the Bavarian knights were worthy of being the elite warriors who followed the old duke in the north and south, and the men in the rear skillfully used their legs to control the horses, bypassed the obstacles in front of them, and continued to charge towards the Mecklenburgers.

"The spear phalanx is ready~~." Looking at the Bavarian knights who were gradually rushing over, the expressions of the officers in the spear phalanx became solemn, and the Bavarian knights were not afraid of the spear phalanx, they were like chicken blood.

"Steady, steady." The Bavarian knights and horses struck like a storm, and the spears and swords in their hands pointed straight at the Mecklenburgers, and the knights' wild shouts and roars shook the sky.

"Hopefully the first two columns will be able to resist." Arold narrowed his eyes and watched as the Bavarian knight's sharp wedge was plunged straight into the Mecklenburg pike, as if the knight in armor was about to penetrate the pike.

"Ah~, Bavarian knights, charge for honor." The Duke of Bavaria wields the sword in his hand. He shouted loudly in all directions, and was encouraged by the duke, and desperately kicked his mount with the golden spurs in his heel, and the horse spread its hooves and ran, foaming at the mouth and neighing.

"Boom~~~." The Bavarian knights finally collided with the phalanx of spears, and the horses roared against the spears. Although the men turned on their backs, the Bavarian knights did not intend to stop at all, and even forced a small passage in the middle of the spear array.

"I'm sorry Lord Duke, but the soldiers in the first and second rows are recruits." Count Ron, who was in charge of training the phalanx of spears, immediately ran to Arold and apologized.

"It doesn't matter, it's a good combat experience, record those soldiers who violate the combat paradigm." Arrod said indifferently, after all, there are five columns in the spear phalanx, and the more experienced the soldiers are, the more experienced they are. This is to learn the tactics of ancient Rome. Of course, the so-called violation of the combat paradigm refers to the soldier raising the flat end of the spear out of uncontrollable fear.

"Yes, Lord Duke." Count Ron hurriedly bowed to Arrod and said.

"Drive it~~." The Bavarian knights rushed into the middle of the Mecklenburg pikemen, wielding spears and swords to kill the Mecklenburg soldiers, while trying to break out of the phalanx of pikes, after all, Rulin's spears were not vegetarians.

A spear stabbing a knight will injure the knight, even if it will not immediately break through the armor. It's like a cunning wolf facing a rough-skinned prey. Constantly inflict bleeding wounds on the prey with its sharp claws, until the moment the prey collapses with a bang.

"Lord Duke, be careful." The Bavarian knight was guarded by the old duke's side, with the fire of the Mecklenburg crossbowmen above his head and the threat of extra-long spears on the opposite side, and the knight could only control his mount and run. Avoid being besieged.

"Nasty guys, go and two teams of people and get rid of the crossbowmen overhead." The Duke of Bavaria looked in disgust at the crossbowmen on the high posts on either side, and the crossbowmen fired crossbow arrows that prevented the knights from concentrating on the battle, and became a great threat to the Bavarian knights.

"Yes." Two groups of more than a dozen Bavarian knights pounced on the high post, although the attacking force of the Bavarian knights was stopped. However, it objectively cut the formation at the front end of the spear phalanx, allowing the knight to risk breaking through the layers of barriers.

"They wanted to attack the crossbowmen on the high hill, and Yves led the Teutonic knights to stop them." Arold picked up the single-hole binoculars, saw the movement of the Bavarian knights in the chaotic crowd, and immediately gave orders to Yves.

"No problem." Listening to the sound of bloody fighting in his ears, Yves couldn't bear the battle in his heart for a long time, and as soon as he heard Arold's order, he immediately kicked his horse's belly and rushed to the battlefield in the melee, and he went with the Danish cavalry and the Teutonic knights.

"Yves don't harm the life of the Duke of Bavaria." Arold hurriedly said to the Duke of Bavaria, it is one thing to provoke the Duke of Bavaria, and it is another thing to kill the Duke of Bavaria.

"Got it." Yves rode his horse and did not look back, he waved his hand at Arrod, and the horse stepped on the ground and rushed towards the Bavarian knights.

At this time, the Bavarian knights were stepping to the foot of the high hill, and the Mecklenburg crossbowmen were concentrating on dealing with the knights on the battlefield, and before they could react, the threat had quietly attacked.

"Quick." The Bavarian knights, noticing that the crossbowmen had not noticed, understood that this was a great opportunity and immediately rushed upwards on horseback without hesitation.

"Oh, it's a knight." The sound of the horses stomping on the ground still alarmed the crossbowmen, and at this time, the Bavarian knights desperately urged the horses to rush towards the high post, and the crossbowmen immediately fired condescendingly, but the knights crouched on their horses and raised their shields.

"Squeak, squeak." After firing a round of crossbows, the crossbowmen had to hook the hook around their waists to the strings, use the power of their waists to pull the strings apart, and re-aim the crossbows at the knights, but during this time the knights charged some distance, and the distance between the two sides became closer and closer.

"Attack, attack, let's die, rats!" The Bavarian knights let out a smug cry from their half-enclosed helmets, and they seemed to see flesh and blood flying at these lowly crossbowmen.

"Oh no, no, we're going to be caught up." The Mecklenburg crossbowmen suddenly panicked, they were originally eliminated soldiers, neither the courage of the Mecklenburg pikemen, nor the exquisite martial arts of the swordsmen, Mecklenburg's love for crossbows made ordinary soldiers able to kill and wound the enemy from a distance, but once faced with melee knights, they definitely did not have the strength to fight.

"Don't panic, keep shooting." The captain of the crossbowmen commanded loudly in a hurry, but the rhythm of the shooting had become messy, and many of the crossbowmen looked around trying to find a way to escape.

"Kill~~~." Just as the Mecklenburg crossbowmen were panicking, shouts of killing and neighing of horses were heard from the bottom of the mountain, and the cavalry led by Yves was followed behind the Bavarian knights.

"Damn it." The Bavarian knights turned to see the Danish cavalry and the Teutonic knights, and they knew that if they continued to charge upward, they would inevitably be flanked, so they turned their horses and tried to take advantage of the mountain to preemptively attack.

"Come on, boys." Yves stared at the Bavarian knight rushing down from the mountain, the corners of his mouth turned up, and the war horse under his crotch with his legs between his legs also rushed over, the heavy war hammer on his prosthetic limb, and the sharp sword in his other hand.

"Oh, it's time to see blood." The Danes shouted and followed like a raging wind, their shields in their left hands and their tomahawks in their right hands, striking the rim of the shield with their axes as they charged, making noises that frightened their opponents and inspired their own men.

"The Teutonic knights attack." Compared to the noise of the Danish tomahawk cavalry, the Teutonic knights, dressed in heavy chain mail and black and white smocks, were quiet, holding maces and shields in their hands, and jolting up and down with the pace of their horses, because they knew that the Teutonic knights, who were heavy cavalry, had to use their physical strength on the blade, and any waste of physical strength that had nothing to do with combat was forbidden, especially since they observed the religious precept of silence.

"Teutonic knights?" The Duke of Bavaria also kept an eye on the movement in the direction of the high hill, and when he saw the knight in the black and white robe, he sounded the name of this order, and at several critical moments in the siege battle, it was such a warrior who re-drove the Bavarians from the city, and their names and silent oaths also sounded among the Bavarians.

"Lord Duke, it looks like our people are going to suffer." The general beside the old duke said with some concern, he knew very well that the knights he sent were not the opponents of the Teutonic knights.

"Well, go ahead and call Balk." The old duke said to his general.

"Good idea, let the Death Knight deal with them." The general said excitedly.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong~~." At the very end of the battle, a warrior wearing a hexagonal helmet and purple-black leather armor was particularly brave, his tall hand wielding a flail that made the Mecklenburg soldiers peel open with every swing.

"Kill." The three pikemen stabbed at the Bavarian knight wearing a hexagonal helmet, but the Bavarian knight controlled the horse to dodge, grabbed a spear with one hand, pulled the pikeman in with a forceful pull, and killed the spearman with a bloody face with a wave of the chain flail.

"Lord Balk, Lord Balk." In the midst of the chaotic crowd, the general of the Duke of Bavaria managed to find Balk, who immediately gave the Duke's orders to the death knight Balk.

"Whew, whew." From the pig's mask, the Death Knight Balk exhaled a few heavily, and he raised his head to look through the peep gap in the mask to see Arold's brother Yves, the burly count like a half-cut iron tower, who was showing off his skills to kill the Bavarian knights.

"Tell the Duke that I accept orders." Balk, the death knight, said to the general, and Yves stirred up his passion. (To be continued......)