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Due to the rain of arrows, the undead spear-throwers were not free to attack the Arab soldiers who operated the battering rams on the wall: the arrows fired by the compound bow pierced many places on their bodies, and for ordinary humans they were enough to wail and fall to the ground, but for them they did not even feel pain, or even did not feel anything unusual, but even if they wore iron nose guards as protection, the arrows could still pierce the eye sockets, and there was a danger of injuring the fire of the soul.

Having lost the weight of the heavy javelins, the Arab soldiers began to attack the wooden gate very smoothly, and the heavy battering ram hammered against the thick wooden gate, and the magnitude of the shock made those who saw it wonder if it would be completely hammered in the next moment.

The undead spear-throwers on the wall could only take advantage of each desert archer shot to throw out heavy javelins, but this kind of short-term aimed attack was already very small for the Arab soldiers, and some elite desert archers began to target these armed villagers in their eyes, so that many undead spear-throwers were almost attacked by the arrows to the soul fire.

Watching the Arab soldiers begin their attacks with a smooth sail, Abdullah began to frown.

He had fought with some Crusader forces before, and had led sieges to some of the Crusader-ruled Frankish villages and towns: not only the Crusader sergeants and knights, but many Frankish villagers would find ways to attack the besiegers. This can be seen from the men and women who now throw javelins, but what is wrong is that the guards did not make any action when their archers began to rain arrows, except for a few brave villagers who were hit by arrows and fell down after throwing their javelins, and there was no reaction on the fence - not even those who dared to throw stones outside.

And the most disturbing thing is that the soldiers on their own side will yell and cheer themselves up when attacking, and they will also let out screams and wails when they are wounded and killed, but on the other side, no matter what they do. The other party didn't say a word, and even some of the villagers were hit by arrows, but they didn't snort, but just fell silently.

This gave Abdullah a terrifying illusion, making him feel that he and his army were not fighting against humans, but against unsane puppets, as if they were like those grass targets in the training ground who had taken up arms and fought you.

To be on the safe side, Abdullah had the desert archers keep their fire suppressed while they slowly approached the wall, as close as possible to the edge of the spear-throwing range of the armed villagers. It can not only ensure the range and accuracy of the rain of arrows, but also avoid the consequences of heavy losses caused by a large number of heavy javelins.

After one crash after another, at the sound of the cries of the Arab soldiers, the heavy battering ram smashed the wooden gates, bursting the two wooden gates inward, and flying sawdust and dust everywhere.

A moment before the wooden gate was smashed, Feng Longde shouted "Shield Wall!" in the soul connection, and the knights of the guard skillfully gathered the iris shields in layers. At first glance, it really looks like a wall made of shields.

When the Arab soldiers struggled to push the ramming siege carts aside and began to burst in with their shields on their shields, they did not see panicked villagers or nervous militiamen with spears in hand. Rather, it is a steel barrier composed of three rows of black-armored knights holding steel iris shields in their left hands and various one-handed weapons in their right hands.

Under the command of Feng Longde, the three-layer shield wall formed by the knights of the guard formed a semi-circular formation to enclose the entrance, forcing the other party to squeeze in a dozen people at once to face attacks from three directions at the same time.

"Allahu Akbar (Allah is greater)!" a frenzied chant of praise from the Qur'an as an Arab soldier brandished a scimitar and slashed at Von Rond. The blade has a sharp afterimage.

Feng Longde put the iris shield in his left hand upward, and the heavy shield directly caught the scimitar's slash, splashing out a spark.

The Arab soldier was about to slash again, when a one-handed battle axe came out of the gap between the shield and hooked the blade around his neck. Pull hard in the direction of the shield.

The Arab soldier's head made intimate contact with the round steel protrusion core of the iris shield for gauntlets and handles, and his eyes were suddenly full of gold stars.

Feng Longde then grabbed the battle axe from the flis shield and slashed down, and the Arab soldier's barely protective turban and the head underneath immediately splattered blood and brains, spilling all the people around him, whether they were friends or enemies.

After holding the iris shield and pulling out the axe stuck in the skull, Feng Longde's whole person shrank behind the iris shield, pushing the enemy with all his strength.

Shield wall, this formation tactic shared by the Norseans before the Teutonic Empire and the Vikings in the Middle Ages, in the cold weapon war, as long as the morale of the shield wall does not collapse or does not suffer huge casualties in a short period of time, then whether it is a frontal confrontation or an all-round confrontation, the shield wall is invincible.

From the very beginning, Feng Longde never thought that the wooden gate could be defended - in terms of the quality of the wooden gate in the world, Feng Longde was sure that the other party would not build a battering ram, or even if he squeezed with 900 or so people, it was very likely that the wooden gate would be squeezed open directly; moreover, the other side also had light cavalry and heavy cavalry, and they could also use the ropes with iron barbs they carried with them, and the heavy barbs were put on the wooden gate. As long as a dozen war horses work together, it is easy to drag down the wooden gate.

Therefore, Feng Longde's countermeasure was not to try his best to defend the gate, but to use the immortal spear thrower in his hand in a targeted manner.

As a veteran of the history of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign wars all night, and after awakening some of Herman's memories of the wandering knight about battle, Feng Longde began to gradually become comfortable with combat and command.

The heavy javelin, which was already powerful and heavy, was in the hands of an undead creature whose strength far exceeded that of ordinary sturdy human soldiers. When thrown, it can pierce through shields and armor made of steel. The previous undead spear-throwers threw their attacks at the Arab soldiers, forcing the opposing Arab commanders to abandon the idea of using cavalry to wield rope barbs to assist in ramming the battering rams and solving the wooden gates: even light cavalry was much better than ordinary infantry in terms of value and combat ability, especially now that there were no reinforcements from the rear.

In order to reduce their own casualties, the Arab commanders used desert archers to suppress the undead spear-throwers, and although it had a corresponding effect, they were also forced to make the desert archers unable to cooperate with the Arab soldiers, and had to keep an eye on the undead spear-throwers on the wall at all times.

And after the wooden gate was smashed open, the attacking Arab soldiers found themselves in a quagmire.

The scimitars and spears in the hands of the Arab soldiers were like children's toys to the knights of the Guards in Teutonic Gothic plate armor, even though some of the Arab soldiers were armed with axes. However, the tall fleur-tail shields in the hands of the knights of the Guards easily blocked the attack, and then used their weapons to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, while on the side of the Arab soldiers, they could only rely on the advantage of numbers to push each other with the round shields and the knights of the Guards to push each other and stalemate, and if they were not careful, they would be killed by the enemy with a sharp technique, and the corpses would not stop rolling between the big feet of people.

The Arab soldiers soon discovered to their sorrow that they had to be careful not only to face attacks from the enemy from three directions, but also to be constantly careful overhead: the knights of the Guards guarding the wall, seeing that they could not attack the enemy outside the wall under the rain of arrows from the desert archers, controlled some undead spear throwers on the wooden gatehouse and began to throw heavy javelins at the heads of the Arab soldiers who had already broken through. Some of the Arab soldiers had not even made contact with the knights of the Guards in the shield wall before they were pierced by heavy javelins falling from their heads. It's like a meat skewer that has been nailed.

After throwing the one-handed battle axe in his hand forward, Feng Longde, who saw an Arab soldier covering his chest, pulled out the knight's long sword from his waist and roared loudly: "Immortal spear thrower, stop attacking! everyone, push them out!!"

"Drink!"

Hearing the roars of the black-armored knights of the "Crusaders" in front of them in an unfamiliar language, all the Arab soldiers tightened their hearts and subconsciously clenched the round shield in their hands.

It turned out that their fighting instincts were still commendable: the next moment. The knights of the guard withdrew their weapons, clenched their irises with all their might, and rushed forward like a mad bull.

Although the knights of the Guards are only black knights of the Baron level, they are nothing compared to the powerful monsters that are everywhere in Gensokyo, but for ordinary humans, their sudden brute force collision caught many Arab soldiers off guard, and many of them were directly knocked to the ground. Then after being trampled by the big feet of the guards knights in plate armor and steel boots, there were only a few breaths left.

"Woo" From the Mamluk heavy cavalry, a dull brass horn sounded, it was an order to retreat.

Pushed by the knights of the Guards like a wall, the Arab soldiers dropped dozens of corpses and retreated in a hurry, fleeing back to their original starting point as the desert archers took aim with their bows in their hands.

Abdullah covered his forehead helplessly, looked at the gatehouse that had been opened, and sighed.

He had fought with the Crusader forces before, and the vast majority of the Crusaders fought on their own by virtue of their fanatical religious convictions and their own ferocity, and few of them fought with discipline and formation. The only Crusader troops he had ever seen with a high degree of discipline and order were the Knights Templar with a red cross on a white background and the Knights Hospitaller with a white cross on a black background, and the black-armored knights in front of him wearing unfamiliar armor and strange cross decorations made him completely unaware of which part of the Crusader force he was fighting against.

"Are the black crosses decorated by the Crusaders from East Francia, who like to depict their crosses in a color as black as funeral dress. Abdullah rubbed his jaw and pondered how to attack.

"My lord, I don't think they seem to have cavalry?" said one of the attendants, looking at his own adults who were meditating, "They only had villagers improvised armed with javelins, and dozens of Frankish knights, but not even a horse. ”

"Oh?" Abdullah looked closely at the black-armored knights behind the gatehouse, who were on standby under the command of the first knight in a barrel helmet adorned with demonic wings, as if waiting for his next attack, "but even if they don't have horses, they are strong hoplites on foot, even if they don't have spears." ”

"My lord, we can send the Mamluk heavy cavalry and the desert light cavalry together, and use the rain of arrows to keep them busy with defense. Another attendant said, pointing to the Mamluk heavy cavalry around him, "All the cavalry carry compound bows, and when the time comes, even if their armor and shields are strong, they will probably be penetrated, and no matter how strong their formation is, they will definitely not be able to withstand the impact of the heavy cavalry without spears, so let the cavalry charge after shooting the arrows, anyway, their gates are broken, and there is no way to stop the cavalry." ”

"Okay herald!" At Abdullah's command, all the cavalry began to merge into one rank, while all the Arab infantry began to form behind the cavalry, ready to follow the charge behind the cavalry.

All the Arab cavalry, with their bows in their hands and ready to draw their bows, rode their horses irregularly in front of the gatehouse and released their arrows, and a continuous rain of arrows rained over the walls and gatehouses, throwing or dropping them on the heads of the knights of the guards, while the desert archers kept an eye on the walls, watching for undead spear-throwers to come out and throw javelins.

Under the attack of the Arab cavalry, Feng Longde and the knights of the guard began to protect their irises in layers to protect their left, front, right and top. While blocking the rain of arrows, Feng Longde began to yell at the knights of the guards to maintain their formation and began to retreat, some distance from the gatehouse.

"My lord, they began to retreat. As the black-armored knights began to move into the distance, one of the Mamluk heavy cavalry shouted.

"Everyone, after shooting the arrows in your quiver, prepare to charge at my command!" Abdullah nodded, waving his hand to let his retinue begin to pass orders. (To be continued......)