In the face of the overwhelming barbarians who far surpassed their own in terms of numbers, morale and momentum, the poor Ottoman soldiers' army formation began to stir after the 50,000 remained, and the heavily armed soldiers holding huge shields standing in the front row began to look around in horror, and the timid ones had begun to retreat, they doubted that their number could hold off these barbarians as they had stopped the light cavalry before, and the spearmen and archers with spears in the back also trembled. The handsome Ottoman commander rode his horse back and forth in front of the battle, shouting and shouting in an attempt to control the decline, but his efforts were in vain, more people began to retreat, and fewer and fewer soldiers were able to hold on to their positions.

The Ottoman commander sighed in despair, an outcast is an outcast, even if he puts his own 50,000 men on the chessboard, he is an outcast.

On the open plain, when there are not enough hoplites to form a shield to form a repulsion formation, encountering cavalry, only by lining up in a dense formation and fighting to the death can there be a glimmer of life, turning around and fleeing can only be self-defeating, and two legs can never be faster than four legs.

Under the strong pressure of the opponent's earth-destroying cavalry array, people began to flee one after another who could not bear the huge pressure, and the Ottoman commander finally gave up after killing several retreating soldiers in a row to no avail, and turned around to join the fleeing army.

The defeat was like a mountain.

He knew that the stubbornness of one person was not enough to turn the tide of the entire battlefield, and he had no choice but to flee with the rout. Although he knew that he would inevitably be slaughtered if he fled, if he stayed where he was, he could only die faster. The only thing thankful for is that he was ranked last, so now, he escaped the fastest.

The Hun cavalry in the front row pierced into the remnants of the Ottoman army like a flock of sheep, and the sharp spears pierced the opponent's body like a straw, and the bloody slaughter began!

The Ottoman commander clutched the sword in his hand and ran forward desperately, not daring to stop or look back, the continuous screams came from behind him, and without looking back, he knew that his brothers, who had eaten and slept together, were being brutally slaughtered.

A long scream suddenly sounded behind him, and it was so close at hand. It is clear that this group of barbarians has caught up!

The bantam horses of the Hun cavalry had extremely good endurance, and even the knights ran for 7 days without stopping for 7 days while running, feeding them food and water, but they were not suitable for charging, and the short-distance acceleration was not as fast as the Viking tall horses.

So the follow-up Viking warriors roared and crossed the Hun cavalry and rushed to the forefront.

At the forefront was Hannibal's skinny skinny horse, the "White Snake."

Hannibal's eyes were sharp, and at a glance he recognized the Ottoman commander who was running the fastest and farthest, and pounced on him with the reins and his sabre.

The Ottoman commander, who seemed to be a veteran soldier, suddenly heard a gust of wind behind him, suddenly let out a wolf howl, and swung his sword to block it. The two knives collided together without any tricks, and in the violent sound of gold and iron, Hannibal was so pleased with the strength of his horse that the Ottoman commander opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of bloody arrows, and his bulky body was already floating like a kite, tumbling and falling backwards in the air. He felt his entire ribcage squeezed into a thin layer, and it was difficult to breathe.

It's such a strong force, even if you try your best, you still can't block a knife?

Hannibal slashed the opponent with a knife, and the horse under the crotch immediately stood up, raised his head and let out a long neigh, kicked his two front hooves in the air twice, and then trampled down fiercely according to the opponent's face. If this time is trampled, the head of the handsome Ottoman commander in front of Hannibal will only be shattered like a watermelon.

Hannibal suddenly heard a sentence from Da Shan Yu in his head -- "Grab your tongue and ask!"

In an instant, Hannibal jerked his horse's head, and the horse's hooves moved half a meter, and the Ottoman commander escaped.

Hannibal bent down, the saber in his hand resting on the opponent's neck, Hannibal's brain short-circuited, and shouted: "I won't say anything if I am killed!"

Ottoman commander: "、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、"

Hannibal blushed: "I'm sorry!

The Ottoman commander scratched his face: "Brave barbarian! what do you want me to say?"

Hannibal: "Would you like to surrender?"

The Ottoman commander smiled: "I surrender!"

As he spoke, he brought the handsome Ottoman commander to Da Shan Yu with a rope tied up by Hannibal. (The binding method is Japanese-style, everyone understands!** style!)

Da Danyu squinted and kept looking at the Ottoman commander who was tied up with a special binding method: "Hey、、、 this binding method is so familiar??

Hannibal's face turned red, and he touched the back of his head and said, "Personal hobby、、、、、、、!

Da Shan Yu smiled: "It's okay, you should be frivolous when you're young! When I was young, I also liked to be so trapped by people whipping me with a whip and burning me with a candle!"

Hannibal and the four banner owners came from the building next to him: "、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、"

Da Shan Yu: "Westerners, tell me your knighthood and why you withdrew your troops?"

Ottoman Commander: "You have to keep my life safe, and according to the law, I have the right to redeem myself!"

Da Shan Yu: "Okay! I promise you, but you'd better hurry up, or my patience will run out, and you will only be a slave who feeds me pigs with shackles every day!"

When the Ottoman commander heard this, he said like a quiver spitting out beans: "Title, Earl, Position: Commander of the Fourth Mixed Marine Regiment of the Border Guards! You have completely destroyed our logistical supplies, and the army has been without food for three days, so withdraw the troops!" (The titles in the west are from low to high - knight - baron - viscount - count - marquis - duke - grand duke - prince - emperor, and the counts and above are hereditary. Knights have no territory at the minimum. ）

Da Shan Yu asked with a look on his face: "Earl??"

The building on the side came up and whispered: "It's equivalent to our five thousand households!"

Da Dan Yu suddenly realized: "Half a flag master!"

Looking ahead, the 50,000-strong Ottoman army had been slaughtered, the rest had been captured, and many Viking warriors had begun to clean up the battlefield.

Da Danyu raised the dragon bone scepter and shouted: "Little cubs, don't clean up the battlefield, let's go and kill the Westerners, there are slaves and booty over there." ”

After saying that, the cavalry galloped away, leaving 10,000 guards and prisoners, and the remaining more than 400,000 troops, followed by Da Danyu with a devastating momentum, rushed towards the direction of the rout of the Ottoman army.

The Ottoman commander who was tied up on Hannibal's horse saw this, and the corners of his mouth rose imperceptibly.

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"In front of the marshal is the entrance to the Huodu Hills!"

A scout in charge of the terrain said, pointing to the narrow passage in front of the army.

Hopkins stroked his unsexy goatee, looked ahead and said, "The scouts haven't noticed any signs of the barbarians chasing after them???"

"Yes! The marshal has not found out yet!"

Hopkins frowned for a moment of worry: "Is it recognized?"

Viking yaks, scimitars, vultures, and black flags, a total of 420,000 troops, and the Hun Tatars, a total of 420,000 troops, are coming, and the distance is less than ten miles!"

One of the scouts, with an arrow on his back that was still trembling slightly, fell off his horse and said with all his might.

Hopkins: "Why did you come so close??"

Scout: "The Tatar archers are so good that our scouts were shot under their horses before they could run." ”

Hopkins waved his hand: "Help him down to heal his wounds!"

Then a happy expression appeared on his face: "Finally hooked!"

"Remember that we must fight this battle well, fight stubbornly but must lose! And if we want to lose, it is natural that these barbarians will chase after us!"

The dozen or so generals around responded in unison: "Yes!"

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The loud horn resounded across the land, and a team of Viking warriors in chaotic leather armor surged out from the horizon, setting up a formation on the flat wilderness.

The mace is the symbol of the Viking supreme ruler, Da Shan Yu.

Two thousand meters away, another Ottoman army mixed with infantry and cavalry was already in full formation, and the Byzantine heavy armored iron cavalry of 10,000 to support it was divided into two groups to protect its two wings.

Across Hannibal's face was the Ottoman heavy infantry, with heavy shields stretching like walls, sharp two-handed swords, and countless spears piercing the sky, like the hideous fangs of a beast, revealing a cold chill......

The Ottoman army still discharged the most old-fashioned, but also the most practical infantry phalanx!

Three rows of dense hoplites were already in front of them, and behind the hoplites were the indifferent lancers, their spears sticking out of the gaps in the hoplites' shields were dangerous, and on the flanks of the entire formation, there were a full 20,000 light cavalry, whose main task was to secure the flanks of the hoplites and gain time and distance for the elite Byzantine heavy cavalry charge.

Hannibal slowly withdrew his gaze and looked cold across the wilderness.

Hannibal took a deep breath of cold air and clenched the saber in his hand hard, his dark eyes already burning with fanatical killing intent, since Hannibal had first cut off the head of an escaped Ottoman soldier with his saber three hours earlier, he had found that he loved war, and liked the smell of killing and blood. Somehow, he felt that the pleasure of killing was as addictive as a drug, and it was hard to quit.

The horn of the attack sounded, and the Hun cavalry in the front row also began to slowly move forward, and the black flag of Hannibal began to move forward on the left.