There was a tsunami of cheers from the audience.

It was a rather novel experience for Lothar, who had never fought as a member of an infantry phalanx in a way that looked like a tiny part of a huge machine.

He doesn't need to think.

Just hold the shield in your hand and keep an eye on the enemy in front of you, and give the rest to your comrades behind you.

First, a knight with a shield slammed into the soldier beside Lothar, and he took two steps back, but fortunately he was held up by his comrades behind him, so that there was no gap in the shield wall.

"This dog's strength is so great!"

He swore and raised his shield, his dagger stabbing through the gap, and he returned fire.

But the opponent's thickened riveted chain mail is obviously not comparable to the chain mail of the big road goods, and the sharp Roman short sword is difficult to pierce their defenses.

"It looks like another war of attrition."

Lothar said secretly in her heart.

Through the gap in the shield wall, Lothar saw a tall knight, raising the halberd in his hand, smashing it downward, and the soldier behind him who was holding up a shield to cover Lothar's head, his wrist sank.

The heavy shield smashed directly into Lothar's helmet, shaking him for a while.

There was a soldier's low cry of pain behind him, and the strength of the other party was surprisingly great, obviously beyond the scope of ordinary people.

Without hesitation, Lothar took two steps forward, and as he stepped out of the shield wall, he kicked the knight in front of him backwards and threw him into the arms of the squire behind him.

The knight only felt that he was kicked in the chest, and his blood surged, and for a moment he couldn't stand steadily, and was picked up by Lothar with a shining cross sword, which pierced directly through the chest - the shining cross sword was a magic item, and the sharpness was far beyond what a layer of chain mail could resist.

Easily disposed of his opponent, Lothar, who was wearing a golden mask, looked around with a blank expression, and for a while, these knights were intimidated by his momentum, and some of them did not dare to step forward.

Here's the special effect of the Golden Mask Helmet - Fear!

View from the audience.

The current scene is like a group of fierce lions, pounced on a huge steppe elephant, although the attack of the Germanic knights is fierce, but the Eagle Banner Brigade is also well guarded.

Leopold smiled: "This scene, I seem to have just seen it, but the offensive and defensive sides have reversed. ”

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Anna snorted, she knew that Count Leopold was referring to the clash between the undead and the Varangian guards, who were heavily defended and the Varangian guards relied on a furious charge.

In this way, the two sides consumed their own blood and physical strength, and fought into a lose-lose situation.

"Don't think I can't see it, you walking knights, each of them has drunk potions, and if it is a fair fight, they are definitely not the opponent of our Empire's Eagle Banner Brigade."

Leopold stretched out his hands: "But Lothar and his witches are also in the team, and there are some things that it is better to see through them and not say them." ”

Anna snorted and didn't speak again.

...

Frigila looked at this scene with some irritation: "What the hell are you doing, I really want to cast a spell to destroy all these enemies in one go." ”

Cellina held Fringira's soft palm: "It's just that I'm worried that you'll be like this, so the adults let me look at you and don't let you get involved, don't forget, these Germanic knights also have backers behind them." ”

She lifted her chin lightly and gestured to a mysterious woman in the audience across from her.

It was Leopold's witch mistress, who had put Lothar under considerable pressure, and was now staring at Frigila with great interest, and when she saw her, she smiled and beckoned.

...

Crown Prince Henry's intention is very clear, that is, to rely on the strongest and most elite foot knights in the front row to tear through the defense of the Eagle Banner Brigade.

As long as he breaks through the solid tortoise shell of the army in front of him, the enemy will reveal the soft flesh and blood inside, and when the time comes, the elite of his men will be able to easily defeat it.

But the same.

The tortoise shell of the enemy's army is too strong.

Although their casualties were limited, not a single enemy was killed.

What's more, such an active attack consumes far more physical strength than passive defense, and if it continues like this, even if your own knights have drunk potions and have long physical strength, they may not be able to win against the other side.

"The enemy's lines must be torn apart."

Henry took a deep breath, lifted up a huge force derived from the "Giant Potion", waved a two-handed battle axe, and cracked down on a shield in front of him.

Just listen to Katsa.

The shield was cut through the center and slashed at the shoulders of a tall knight in silver armor and a covered helmet in the back—this knight was so hard armor!

Henry couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

The knight in front of him was wearing a full-body plate armor similar to Milanese-style plate armor, the armor on his body was tightly sealed, and his two-handed axe was not too deep after being embedded in the opponent's shoulder armor, so he felt like he couldn't move in at all.

He took a deep breath and pulled his tomahawk from the shoulders of the knight who was clearly different from the Eagle Banner Brigade next to him.

Through the gap in the overlay helmet opposite, he saw a pair of flat but charming black eyes - how could anyone have such beautiful eyes?

He sighed for a moment in his heart, and then raised the battle axe again without hesitation.

Bang –

The silver-armored knight's raised palm, covered with chainmail gloves, held down Henry's palm steadily, only one hand, and Henry had the illusion that he was facing a mountain.

His hands holding the tomahawk couldn't lift it at all.

He glanced at the rider opposite, still with those flat and charming black eyes, and he could even see the thick, slender eyelashes on the other side's eyes.

"That's a lot of strength!"

Henry's eyes were full of surprise, but no matter how much he struggled, he could no longer break free from the simple press of the knight in front of him.

Beside Henry, a knight raised his halberd and threw it at the silver-armored knight.

The Silver-Armored Knight's movements were a little sluggish, and when the halberd was almost above his head, he took a step back and narrowly avoided the blow.

Under the helmet, Pranya frowned slightly.

She didn't want to dodge, because such an attack, although it could penetrate the defenses of the plate armor on her body, it could not cause any damage to her body at all.

It was only when she thought of Lothar's confession before the war that she realized that if she forcibly carried such an attack, she was afraid that she would be judged to have used witchcraft as a cheating method.

Henry looked at the silver-armored knight in front of him who had lost his shield, it was obvious that this was the weakest point of this impermeable shield wall, but for a while, he couldn't even think of breaking through from here.

Just because he doesn't have this idea doesn't mean that others don't.

In the eyes of many Germanic knights, this beautifully armored enemy had lost his shield, like a dragon that had had its scales stripped off, and it was time to attack here in the hope of tearing a bigger gap!

"Am I being used as a breakthrough?"

A trace of strangeness arose in Prajna's heart, and then, the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "It's also a challenge to solve you all in a way that doesn't shock. ”

Although he never showed any great swordsmanship or martial arts, he always relied on impregnable defenses to resist the enemy's front line.

But that doesn't mean that Prajna can't fight.

In her long life of guarding the gates of hell, combat has never been indispensable, whether it is fighting the ghosts and ghosts, or fighting those ghost compatriots who have a cold personality and are only keen to fight, she has accumulated an outstanding fighting skill.

It's just that in the past, she didn't usually use these techniques.

After all, even if I stand still and let you fight, you won't be able to break through my defenses at all.

Jeanne, who was not far away, was watching this scene with some schadenfreude.

Immediately, she saw that Crown Prince Henry, who was frustrated in front of Prajna, turned his gaze to her side.

"No, you should go to the adults to do it."

Jeanne grunted.

She had been touching the fish just now, but she didn't expect that this time she would be treated as a soft persimmon, and whoever put Lothar in charge of the other end of the military formation had long been regarded by Henry as a hard bone that was difficult to solve easily.

And the part of Prajna made him feel a little evil.

Naturally, he would choose to start with the section where Jeanne is located.

It's just that he was lucky that the target he picked was not Jeanne, but a veteran by Jeanne's side.

Look at his powerful axe, if it cracks this time, I am afraid that even the shield and arms will be cracked.

Bang –

Jeanne held the shield and knocked the enemy in front of him over, and the knight's sword in his hand crackled vertically, directly breaking the wooden handle of the battle axe in Crown Prince Henry's hand from the center.

"Stinky boy, it's okay to give you some face, but if you want to hurt my person, I won't agree."

Jeanne muttered.

Crown Prince Henry looked at the only piece of wooden handle left in his hand in disbelief, his mouth opened, and he didn't know what to say for a while, and then looked at the elites under his command, and they all slowed down the offensive.

So far, they have not achieved any results.

The only thing that was done was to leave a dozen corpses in front of the shield wall.

Crown Prince Henry was a little unwilling, but he could clearly feel that the morale of the knights under his command was declining rapidly, and even he himself had the illusion that the enemy could not be defeated at all.

"Throw in the towel."

Wearing a golden mask, Lothar slowly walked out of the military formation.

Crown Prince Henry opened his mouth, and Lothar's simple three words actually broke through his originally arrogant defense in an instant.

It seems that admitting defeat is indeed the best option.

If he continues to fight, the chances of winning are slim, not to mention, even if he wins, he can't accept such a result.

After all, these people are the backbone of his control of the Kingdom of Sicily, otherwise, even if he wins the title of the Kingdom of Sicily, he is likely to be overshadowed by those deep-rooted Norman nobles.