On the battlefield, Claire with cavalry, has already solved three infantry phalanxes.

Even if the militia of the three infantry phalanxes had the command of a knight, the difference in strength did not depend on the will of the commander after all.

With the loss of less than thirty horsemen, he defeated nearly a thousand soldiers in the local area, such a record is enough to make Claire gain a good reputation.

However, watching the remnants of the local soldiers fleeing frantically on the battlefield, Claire did not have the slightest hint of happiness, but felt a kind of worry in her heart.

"What's going on?" Claire sat on her horse, puzzled by what was happening before her.

"There is no reaction from the other side, even if there are some militias here, they are a force that can be abandoned, but it is not right to die and not save them."

"yes." Bart on the side also chimed in. "Even if it is a weak force, it is unlikely that it will give up directly for the sake of the overall morale of the troops, and I don't know what this Walter Baron is thinking?"

"The enemy has moved." Marlon stared closely at the direction where the enemy's main force was, and warned as soon as Walter dispatched his troops.

"Gather the formation, send two lightly wounded to send the seriously wounded back to the camp, close the formation, and prepare for battle." Claire gave the order as soon as possible.

Soon, though, Claire knew that his orders were a bit redundant.

"My lord, the enemy's main force, it seems, is not coming at us, but in the direction of the western camp." With the help of the magic of the Eagle Eye Technique, Ma Long's eyes are particularly sharp, and he can see through the enemy's movements at a glance.

"Western Camp?" Claire secretly screamed badly, and her heart said it was bad.

No wonder Walter didn't react when he saw the soldiers being slaughtered here, it turned out that he was preparing to fight the western camp. At present, the western camp must have reached a critical time, and the main force of the other side must not be allowed to arrive, otherwise it is very likely to be lost.

It's just that at the moment, Claire doesn't have a good solution.

He led his troops from the northern gate of the central camp, because the north side was exactly the direction of the enemy's attack. If he wants to support the western camp now, it is naturally impossible to pass through the camp, and when he goes around the camp to reach the western camp, it is estimated that he will only be able to eat dust behind the ass of the large army sent by Walter.

With a heart, Claire made a decision, should she try to rush Walter's Chinese army?

Once the Chinese army falls into chaos, it is unlikely that the other side will abandon the Chinese army and continue to attack the western camp.

Thinking of this, Claire summoned the other two barons in the team and consulted with them.

"Two, I have a bold idea, I don't know if you want to."

More watched anxiously as the soldiers repaired the damaged gate by the broken gate of the western camp.

But almost all of the original doors were burned to ashes, and it was not easy to repair them, and there were no suitable materials for a while.

More's initial plan was to lead his troops to stop the enemy outside the camp and prevent enemy reinforcements from entering the camp. But after thinking about it carefully, I decided to stay in the camp.

First of all, the fortifications of the western camp were not seriously damaged on the whole, and the surrounding gates were lost in the east direction, while the other directions were still intact.

At the same time, even in the eastern part of the camp, most of the auxiliary defense facilities in front of the camp, such as the ditch and the rejection of horses, were not damaged. It was defended by a wall of camps nearly three meters high, which was far more advantageous than defending in an open area, where at least the archers could shoot at the wall.

After figuring this out, Moore chose to stay in the camp and tried to repair the damaged camp gate, but unfortunately, the repair work was much slower than he expected.

"Newspaper-" Soon, the news that Moore least wanted to hear came, and the enemy's reinforcements came.

Too late, Moore glanced at the scene at the gate, and easily made a judgment in his mind. "Don't fix the gate, find a way to block this door, whether it's with a horse or whatever. Go, find Paul, and send me all the archers here. ”

Moore almost subconsciously made the most correct judgment.

The soldiers followed Moore's instructions and quickly got busy.

Finally, after the soldiers blocked the location of the original camp gate, the main force sent by Walter was finally visible to the naked eye.

"Ready!" Moore yelled.

Behind a crowd of horses and stakes were shieldmen and spearmen, and behind, surrounded by more archers.

At Moore's command, the archers drew their bowstrings one after another, aiming at the sky diagonally above.

"Put!"

In an instant, the sound of arrows breaking through the air continued to be heard, and the sky seemed to rain like an arrow rain.

The first wave of arrow rain did not cause much damage to the enemy, and the first to arrive at the battlefield was also an infantry unit, so naturally there was no shortage of protective shields.

The sound of clanging arrows crashing into the shield was heard, and except for a few unlucky ones, most of the enemy troops did not lose anything in this wave of arrow rain.

Such a result was also expected by Moore.

The reason why the archers were ordered to release their arrows before the opponent's infantry was actually within range was not that Mohr did not know how to command, but imagined that the other party's commander would send a signal that the western camp had returned to normal and was prepared for a possible attack, and he would weigh whether to attack or not.

Obviously, the enemy commander also keenly caught this signal, and the momentum of the opponent's advance stopped.

Seeing this situation, Moore smiled with satisfaction, looked at the guards on the side, and ordered.

"Go, tell Paul, get rid of the rats in the camp for me, and then prepare an elite army to go out through the other gates and make a circle to the east."

At this moment, Baron Shure, opposite Mohr, is facing a difficult choice.

This round of arrow rain from the commander of the opposing western camp had already told him of an extremely bad situation. That is, the chaos in the opponent's camp has subsided, and now it can only attack head-on.

But to storm a well-defended camp head-on, not to mention how many casualties it would take, he didn't bring any decent siege equipment with him this time, neither catapults nor siege crossbows.

As a result, it would be difficult to advance to the enemy's camp in the face of crossfire from the enemy's walls and ground, let alone defeat it.

Forget it, Baron Shure sighed, summoned a knight, and reported the situation to Walter.

Let Walterman decide everything, today is a tentative attack, and there is no hurry to consume the precious troops.

Shure didn't have to wait long before he received Walter's latest order to retreat in an orderly manner, beware of the enemy's pursuit.