The second ** of this book, strange, why use two?

In the first millennium, in March, Scandinavia was still snowy. At this moment, the two armies began to assemble between large fields of farmland on the outskirts of the northern Norwegian city of Bergen.

The armies of both sides were approximately equal in number and about as strong in combat. Therefore, the morale of both sides is also about the same. They all think they can win in the end......

After a short exchange of scouts and light cavalry between the two sides, the main forces of both sides were assembled, and the conscription of peasant soldiers was left aside for the time being, but the array of regular troops looked good and presentable.

However, it is still messy to death.

The total number of troops under the Count of Phoenix was no more than five thousand - the remaining twenty-two thousand soldiers, belonging to his allies, his vassals, his allies' vassals, his vassals, his allies' vassals, his vassals' vassals, his vassals' vassals...... The final basic combat unit is usually like this: one knight in chain mail, two or three knights, plus a draft militia......

Well, in the end, the Count of Phoenix managed to roughly divide the army into several parts, and appointed the more powerful Count as the commander. And the military race was used centrally. And Egil, as a powerful earl (?) who accounted for a tenth of the total number of troops, was also assigned the title of commander, and of course, he did not increase a single soldier except for his own men.

The battle begins early in the morning, assembles at breakfast, and begins in earnest near lunch.

In the first round, Olaf III was young and vigorous, and he actually sent all the 800 chainmail cavalry under his command, and directly lined up in a long snake formation and came over.

I'll it, a wave?!

Seeing that the cavalry was the vanguard, the elite Viking warriors and heavily armed spearmen wearing chain mail were the backbone, and the peasant soldiers were recruited as the two wings, a large area of Wuyang rushed over.

There are no reserves at all, no formation at all, no strategy at all.

Oh my God, this guy's dominance is absolutely zero!

Count Felix has been in battle for a long time, and when he saw such a wave of attacks from the other party, he was also speechless for a while.

Although the vast majority of people today have a sense of intellectual superiority compared to Olaf III - but the wave is not a failure. In case the preparation is not sufficient, and the battle line is broken by others, then all the conspiracy and intrigue of the battle formation command are all in vain - those conscription militia with scumbags of IQ will definitely flee as soon as possible. And the elite regular army will also be affected by this, and will flee. In the end, it turned into a hopeless rout, and the war was lost.

"Archer attack!"

In this era, crossbows were not yet widely spoken, and the single bow used by the Nordics was really not very strong in attack - unless it was the kind of child who was shot in the face before it reached a certain level, and fell off his horse and died. The other cavalrymen wearing chain mail can basically defend very well. When the 800 cavalry on the opposite side rushed over like this, there were quite a few guys who were densely packed with dozens of arrows, but they were still standing.

Seeing that the local cavalry was getting closer and closer, Felix gritted his teeth, and as soon as he insisted, he did not send his own knights to meet him. Instead, a more dangerous approach was chosen.

"Array! Spearmen array! Guns up!"

At this moment, the people of the European continent are still relatively simple, and they have not learned the shameless tricks of a certain island country, let alone the mastery of a certain orient. If you want to resist the cavalry, in addition to the cavalry, you have to rely on a dense formation and a hard and thick spear.

At this moment, Egil and his 2,700 tigers were placed on the flanks, and they stood on the side. Although Count Felix once patted him on the shoulder and said: Please. That's the case. But if it's not your own lineage, you just don't feel at ease. There was also an idea that Count Felix did not want Egir to make any achievements in this battle.

After all, after this war, he will be the Grand Duke of Norway. Naturally, it is inevitable that there will be a reward for meritorious deeds - in this case, there will be nothing to do with Egil in the partition of the territory left by the Olaf III faction - at most a symbolic reward of some saline land. Right for consolation.

At this moment, a group of professional soldiers wearing heavy chain mail standing in the front row immediately turned their four-meter-long spears in their hands sideways - these improvised shoddy spears that did not conform to the mechanical settings at all, and there was no counterweight at the end of the gun, and the front was heavy and the back was light. It is a little difficult for one person to hold, so two soldiers are needed to use it together. And there were two soldiers behind them who were slightly luckier than them, also holding four-meter long spears - and the reason why they were slightly luckier than them was that they had at least two human shields in front of them.

Seriously, even with such an outfit. The soldiers standing in the front row are also absolutely dead or alive. All the soldiers drew lots at that time to decide who was going to do the hard work, and who would draw this one, and who would have enough good wine and meat for the day--basically the same as the last meal in prison.

"I'm supposed to be a deserter. ”

Seeing the roaring cavalry, and the cavalrymen's spears clipped under their armpits. The last glimmer of hope of the soldiers standing in the first row was dashed, and many of them came up with such thoughts.

Of course, more of them are directly scared silly.

The chainmail cavalry was the first to come into contact with the super-long spear - and then the galloping horses let out a wail and were stabbed in the chest - some of them were cavalrymen - under the influence of the huge habitual surname, even the heavy chainmail they wore could not avoid the fate of being poked in the heart - however, the super-long pikemen on the opposite side were equally uncomfortable, and their hands and arms were absolutely properly fractured and dislocated, twisted and deformed--which was quite high in the likelihood that they would become invalids under such medical treatment in the Middle Ages......

Of course, in the end, most of them didn't become wasters. Instead, they became dead.

How could the horses of the habitual caster be stopped so simply, although they paused and slowed down slightly, but the chainmail cavalry in the front row still resolutely rushed into the line of Count Felix. It doesn't matter if they're alive or dead.

Under the same habitual effect, the cavalry spears in the hands of the cavalry stabbed through the situation, and usually pierced the two soldiers in the front row, the two with extra-long guns, at once. After that, it snapped and broke.

However, even so, the blow of these chainmail cavalry killed more than a few enemies - those who were pierced into sugar gourds by their spears, and those who were trampled to death by horses. Later, overwhelmed by the corpses of horses and men - on the battlefield, falling to the ground is basically equated with death. No one will be kind enough to wait for you to get up again. Whether it's the enemy or their own people, they will scramble to step on it, step on it...... Until it tramples you into a pulp.

The first blow of eight hundred chainmail cavalry sent at least three thousand soldiers on the side of Count Felix into heaven...... Or hell. Ranran, this is not the most terrifying. The most terrifying thing was the great panic caused by this group of cavalry. Seeing that the first blow has such a huge lethality. Even the professional soldiers had changed their faces. And the conscription of the militia is even more of a two-way war, and it feels like you can't run.

The real battle began after this.

After the first blow, the chainmail cavalry built by Olaf III with a lot of money was almost lost, and whichever monarch was replaced by such a loss, he had to be distressed. Olaf III, however, was in no mood or time - his more than 20,000 soldiers rushed again after a few minutes.

"Charge. At this moment, Count Felix's face twitched uncomfortably. Such a large-scale cavalry charge turned out to have such a powerful power. The Count himself was seeing it for the first time.

"Could it be that this battle was lost like this?" the Count felt the urge to die when he thought of this.

At this moment, Egil, who was standing on the side, noticed that a cavalry team with a total of more than eight hundred people had quietly slipped away from his eyes.

...... This was half of the number of almost all the knights of Felix's forces, plus their knightly retinues, and light cavalry.

Is the other half on the other side? Cut. Trick.

Egir looked at the cavalryman who stepped forward, and thought so sourly in his heart.

"But be careful. ”

With a wave of his hand, two teams of 400 crossbow militiamen, three teams of 300 Viking soldiers, one team of 300 Viking warriors, and a 50-strong Battlefield Order quietly followed......

At this moment, the battle on the frontal battlefield entered a fever pitch - Count Felix, whose morale had plummeted because of a round of charge, and who had lost a lot of professional soldiers, was in a rather bad situation at this moment. There were alarms everywhere along the entire front, and there were even small retreats in a few places - which were then suppressed by the Viking Warlords sent by the cold-blooded Earl.

However, this is not the way to go. The Count stood on a high ground, surrounded by hundreds of Viking warriors armed with axes and shields. This was the last force the Count could mobilize.

On the frontal battlefield, Count Felix's side was suppressed layer by layer, and it was not a dream to see a total collapse. But the count's face was still as pale as iron. His eyes stared coldly at the battlefield.

"Here we go. ”

At last, the corners of the earl's mouth turned up, and an extremely hideous smile appeared - looking at the battlefield again, the left flank of Olaf III's army was in an uproar, and it turned out that it had been attacked by a large force of cavalry, and the conscripted peasants were scattered at once, and fled without their lives, while behind them, knights, knights, and light cavalry with long swords chased after them, and slaughtered them wantonly.

The tide of battle turned for the worse, and Olaf III's army was shaken on all fronts! However, Count Felix was not at all happy - but even more surprised than when he had been suppressed before, and could not help but blurt out.

"What about the cavalry on the other side?!Why didn't it show up?!"

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