The phalanx of Germanic pikes approached slowly like a wall to the sound of drums, the first and second rows of pikemen were wearing chain mail and a wide brimmed helmet, they were the most vulnerable positions and needed heavy equipment to defend, while the pikemen in the back of the third row were wearing only ordinary tops, wearing a helmet, and the spears in their hands were raised high.

"Remember the military discipline, walk to the sound of the drum, hold your chest high, and hold the spear in your hand as if you were holding the root of your life." The leader of the Swiss mercenaries, John Berg, was the commander of this phalanx of pikes, wearing a chain mail made of wire, a ribbon representing his rank, a clanging sword at his waist, and long boots on his feet on the bloodied ground, he shouted loudly to the pikemen as he went.

The pikemen looked straight ahead, unhurried and unhurried, following the beats of the little drummers, their spears raised like a forest from a distance, and from a distance they looked like a moving forest, and they raised their heads as straight as puppeteers, and this indifferent expression alone was enough to make the enemy hesitate.

"What do the Germans want to do?" In his position, Bilis watched the pikemen moving slowly towards the place where the desperate and his own soldiers were fighting, a sense of oppression that could be felt from a distance, even from a distance from the battlefield.

"Chief, the enemy has sent reinforcements, and we should also send out cavalry to raid it." At this point, one of Bilis's generals suggested, and he had a point. When the pikemen in the center moved, if an elite raid was sent to defeat the Germanic men with spears, the combined forces of Arold and Marty could be split in two.

"Are you sure?" Belgium turned to the side, looked at his general and asked, for some reason Kang Tuoyi's words always hovered in his mind, but he forced this thought, he would not lose, how could he, who had mastered the elite division of the entire Great Emirate of Mecklenburg, be defeated by the weak Germans.

"Chief, under the assault of my cavalry. No infantry could face it head-on. The general straightened up proudly and proudly. The beard on his lips twitched a few times, confident in his invincible cavalry.

"That's right, I'm sure you won't let me down." A rare smile also appeared on Billis's face, and he looked at the cavalry behind the general. These cavalrymen were physically strong. The crotch of the war horse is fat, thick and strong. He was even more pleased with the armor of the cavalry, the iron helmets made of leather and iron on their heads, and the heavy armor made of fine iron sheets and tough cow leather. The armor was knee-length, and each cavalryman was flanked by several serf servants, who were responsible for helping them with their shields and spears before the battle began, so as to avoid the cavalrymen's physical exhaustion.

"Come with me, lads, and let us go and poke a big hole in the Germans." The general pressed his helmet, he waved his hand to the hoplites behind him, and the serfs immediately handed their weapons to the cavalrymen, who were desperately instigating their horses on their horses, and the horses followed behind the general with slow steps, even the hoplites who were trotting, the sound of their armor and the heavy sound of horses' hooves on the ground had a compelling momentum.

"Arrod, the boyer cavalry of Billis is dispatched, tell your men to be careful." Marty broke out in a cold sweat when she saw the hoplites rushing out of Bilis's camp, and she immediately issued a warning to Arold.

"Boyer cavalry?" Arold picked up the binoculars and looked over, the equipment of these cavalry was indeed a heavy cavalry, ordinary soldiers would tremble just when they saw them rushing towards him, that equipment was not something ordinary soldiers could afford.

"That's right, Boyer means landlord gentry in our Slavic language, just like your lower knight class, these people are well-to-do, trained to ride horses since childhood, and can afford to lift armor and war horses, in exchange for the possession of the land for loyal military service to the Grand Chief of Mecklenburg, I did not expect Biliss to send his elite at this time." Marty explained to Arold.

"They seem intent on attacking my pikemen, do they think those spears are ornaments?" Arold saw the Boyer cavalry forming a wedge-shaped formation and heading straight towards the pikemen, apparently intending to crush the pikemen as reinforcements and in the center.

"It's useless, I've encountered the Boyer cavalry before, I let my spearmen form a shield wall, which is enough to resist the impact of the Boyer cavalry, but those soldiers saw the roaring hoplites and the horses jumping under their crotch, and they quickly dispersed, and those low-ranking soldiers would lower their spears in their hands out of fear when they saw the horses, which was enough to lead to defeat, so Arold better let your men withdraw, but in a crowded place, the Boyer cavalry would not dare to make a mistake." Marty kindly advised Arrod.

"No, retreating now will lead to a rout, but I plan to put the pikemen to the test, and the order to change formation is solemn." Arold stretched out his hand and gave orders to the herald, and immediately from Arold came the sound of a sharp copper whistle and a change in the waving flag.

"The pikemen stop advancing." John Berg heard the whistle and saw the change of flag, and immediately ordered loudly, and the small drummer also changed the rhythm of the percussion, the soldiers of the pike phalanx instinctively stopped, and made a shouting sound, they changed their formation to face the direction of the Boyer cavalry, the soldiers of the first row knelt on one knee, stuck the end of the spear on the ground, the tip of the spear was 45 degrees, the soldiers in the second and third rows held the flat end of the spear, and the soldiers after the fourth row put the spear in their hands on the shoulders of the brothers in front, Suddenly, an impermeable forest of guns formed.

"Chong, rush, slaughter these heretics." The general of Bilisi saw the change in the phalanx of spears, and the team that had already run at this time could not change direction, not to mention that behind him were heavily armored cavalry, he could only lead the cavalry to rush forward, and he had a fluke in his heart at this time, that is, these Germanic people in front of him were like his previous opponents, and saw them these monsters in iron armor throw down their weapons and flee, so that it was not a war, but a one-sided slaughter.

"Hold your spears tightly, and remember the military discipline and the whiplash on your back." John Berg drew his sword, bent down and lowered his body, his eyes fixed on the rushing hoplites, the mud with grass thrown by the hooves of the horses, the neighing and the clatter of the armor of the Boyer cavalry, and the sharp spears of the Boyer cavalry and the hideous faces under the helmets of the Boyer cavalry, the sound of horses' hooves and the wild shouts of the Boyer cavalry, everything looked so terrible, but none of them moved, firmly nailed themselves to their posts.

"Wow~~~." The Poye cavalry hit the spear formation, the extra-long dense spear stabbed the horse under the crotch of the Boye cavalry, the horse neighed and fell to the ground, the cavalry on the back was thrown into the position by inertia, the horse was bleeding like a note and tried to stand up, and the cavalry who fell down was dizzy, and the soldier who put down the spear in the position pulled out the sharp short sword at his waist and cut his throat, or was continuously stabbed by several short swords to expose the face, even the Poye cavalry who stood up in front of him was caught and stabbed to death by the Germanic crowd in the formation, Occasionally, the Poye cavalry on horseback rushed into the formation, and everywhere they could see were their slain companions and dying horses, surrounded by spears like trees, all they could do was to desperately urge the horses to escape from this place of death, but even such a simple action was impossible to complete, and soon the war horse under the crotch was stabbed to the ground, and the once noble Poye cavalry who fell off the horse was dragged into the crowd by their legs, everything was so fast, like an electric fire, Bilis watched in amazement as his elite cavalry vanished into the phalanx of pikes, their deaths so unworthy that they were slaughtered like a pack of dogs. (To be continued......)