At the same time, in the right-wing forest, the heavy infantry of both sides also began to fight. Because they had received reminders from their own emperors before, the professional Viking soldiers did not show any panic when they encountered the enemy. On the contrary, the German heavy infantry were shocked by the fact that their morale was not very good. However, the next moment, the soldiers who carefully selected and held generous military pay recovered, and then formed a dense formation according to the regulations on the reform of the Holy Roman Empire Soldiers, and then launched a charge while trying to maintain the formation.

The soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire quickly advanced with a neat formation that was absolutely incomparable to feudal peasants. Although the movement of lifting the kite-shaped shield to defend the bow and arrow at the same time was a bit dogmatic, and their formation began to become loose when charging quickly. But in general, this was still an excellent force that could be called a powerful force.

"For Egierskadragrimsun!" [bsp;     On the other side, the Norman soldiers roared. The soldiers in the front row, holding the flying axe in their hands, also started charging. Immediately, they ran within twenty steps, and threw a flying axe out with the greatest force, destroying the opponent's already scattered formation more thoroughly.

However, the shield-raising actions that seemed out of place by the Imperial Soldiers played a role at this time! The iron-edged oak composite shield was really nothing to say in terms of defense. Although the impact of the flying axe was very strong under the action of inertia, it was just a level that the Imperial Soldiers asked for... In addition to the few very unlucky soldiers who were hit directly in the head, their eyes widened, thinking to themselves: Why am I so unlucky... and fell down, the vast majority of Imperial Soldiers were just blocked for a few seconds, and then rushed over with their shields.

Immediately afterwards, heavy infantry on both sides violently collided with battle axe and mace, kite-shaped shield and zither-shaped shield, white phoenix and black falcon... The soldiers on both sides let out a roar of shock! The fierce battle is about to break out!

The elite heavy infantry who was most proud of Norman and had been tested countless wars against the product of German military reform. After the imperial elite sergeant met, the Shura battlefield suddenly appeared. The soldiers swung their weapons, attacked, blocked... and killed... a professional Viking warrior in the front row waved the battle axe and slashed at his enemy. An Imperial sergeant's neck. The sergeant quickly raised the shield and beat it up. The battle axe bit directly into the surface of the shield, a layer of leather, a layer of patches, and a layer of wooden board..., and the three layers of defense were completely broken! The sergeant's left ring finger, middle finger and index finger were cut off directly!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Immediately afterwards, the Viking warrior wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to send his opponent to hell, but the wood of the shield was tightly clamped with the battle axe and could not be pulled out in an urgent manner. The Norman warrior threw away his shield, put his battle axe on the ground, stretched out his foot and stepped on the shield, and then tried hard to pull the battle axe out with both hands. However, at this time, the Imperial Sergeant with a broken finger also regained his rationality, with his eyes leaked fiercely, he took two steps forward and raised his mace, aimed at the horn helmet on the Norman warrior's head and smashed it.

The Norman warrior suddenly heard a gust of evil wind hanging over his head, knowing that it was not good. So he stopped trying to pull out his axe, and directly held the handle of the axe and raised the battle axe high. He also protected his head with the shield embedded on the battle axe. Then, a muffled sound of "Transferring the shield, which had already appeared obvious cracks, withstood the opponent's mace's full blown attack, and broke it in half! The Norman warrior's axe also broke away from the shield and was able to play a role again. The Norman warrior did do so and waved the battle axe with the momentum and slashed heavily on the wrist of the Imperial Sergeant.

Cut off one of his opponent's hands directly.

At this moment, the imperial sergeant screamed even more shrill. He held his broken wrist and rolled all over the ground in pain. Then the Norman warrior who saw the opportunity was hit on his stomach, wearing chain armor boots. He was cut off again, and the cervical spine of the throat and the last bit of flesh connected to the neck were chopped off. He chopped off his head.

The Norman warrior laughed wildly, holding his battle axe with one hand and holding the head of a German soldier with loose hair in the other hand, continuing to charge deep into the battlefield...

There are so many similar scenes on the battlefield. The madness, courage and experience of the Norman soldiers were all difficult to match the Germanic soldiers who had just formed three months. As the war continued, the numerical advantage of the Norman army gradually revealed. Five thousand to two thousand, the Norman army took three thousand teams on the front and started a tug-of-war with the opponent. Then a thousand team was sent to each of the two wings to encircle. The opponent quickly fell into a semi-encircled situation with the enemy on three sides. As time went on, the front was broken through bit by bit, and then it was divided and surrounded...

There is no suspense in the war at this point, and the final result will end with the complete victory of the Norman army... It should have been like this!

In Egil's eyes, in the eyes of all Norman officers, and even in the eyes of the Holy Roman Empire, there should be more than fifty knights who came out of the military formation, and the armored knights could not arouse even the slightest interest of Egil.

It's just a dying struggle. Instead of paying attention to these people, it's better to pay attention to the ants on the ground. Let me tell you, if you dig a hole on the road where the ants are marching, the ants behind will panic because they can't smell the smell left in front of them. Hahahaha... It's really interesting. Maybe humans are like God to humans. If you dig a hole in front of you, you won't know what to do.

"Who the hell can tell the Lianhe Knights what happened?!!!!" Egil's slightly crazy voice rang out. The people around him were also stunned, not knowing how to answer his question at all.

"Vissue! Tell the Union, can the Norman Royal Knights have this level?!"

"I'm sorry, my majesty, I'm afraid there isn't."

"What about the guard knights?"

"If you do some intensive training, you may have a life..."

"So what's going on?! Why can the Germans have a cavalry unit that is stronger than us?!"

"This is indeed incredible... If it were just an accident, then this group of knights could not gather again in such a short time and charge with the cone array. So they should have made some plans. But one plan could actually make dozens of fully armed knights come out of tens of thousands of troops... This is indeed a little bit, well... "As an expert in heavy cavalry combat, Alpha, captain of the Death Knight, thought for a while, but still couldn't come up with an adjective to describe such a thing.

On the other hand, Egil was completely unconscious. For Emperor Norman, analyzing how this small team of cavalry rushed out of the chaotic battlefield, such academic issues could be left a little later. It doesn't matter if it was not discussed. The most important thing now is to kill all these ignorant guys.

"Your Majesty, look at that, that seems to be the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire!", but at this moment, a guard knight suddenly shouted in surprise, and pointed at the old man in gorgeous clothes and white hair surrounded by a group of knights.

"So what?! The credit book of the couplet is thick enough! There is no need to add such a stroke!" Egil seemed to see that the unusualness of these knights was. So he directly and simply rejected the obscure one, as if he wanted to persuade him to capture the other party, and then raised his arms high.

"Bound! Longbow! All projectors concentrate their firepower to put out them!!!"

Under the orders of Egil, the third array of the third array originally thought that he had just appeared a little during this war, and some of the Norman crossbowmen who had mixed experience points with soy sauce, as well as some of the northern Italian giant shield crossbowmen who volunteered to join the Norman army, quickly moved, aimed at the string, and then pulled the trigger. With a trembling buzzing sound... thousands of crossbow arrows shot straight at the group of knights.

"Frederick's knights, charge!" The old emperor roared loudly. He and his knights held high a kite shield to protect their heads and torso, and laid their bodies on the horse's back as much as possible. He also raised the horse's speed to the highest in order to break through this rain of arrows as soon as possible. At the same time, some of Norman's thousands of longbowmen reacted after receiving Egil's order, and then pointed at the group of knights to pull the bowstrings.

A rain of sacs fell from the sky, and its shape was like a cluster of arrows. The northern concubine called it a bow and arrow.

The extremely violent long bow rain was indeed partially blocked by the shields in the hands of the knights, but the huge impact force made the knights feel extremely pressured... Continuous, continuous, continuous... The knights felt that their left arm holding the shield was almost completely numb. There were even several knights who inserted dozens or hundreds of feather arrows on the shields under such a dense rain of arrows! In the end, which feather arrow became the last straw that overwhelmed the shame, and directly smashed the exquisite oak-covered iron-edged shield to pieces!

Immediately afterwards, the heavy cone arrows of carnivorous animals rushed to the scene, fearing that they would not be able to eat fresh ones after a step slower, and they became hedgehogs without humming. They rushed down with people and horses.

Apart from these unlucky people, the other knights' experiences were not very good or were shot. The longbow bow arrows with slightly less lethality can be blocked. However, those crossbow arrows from the front and shot directly at the top were not so easy to resist the lethality and armor-breaking ability of a crossbow arrow, but they were even stronger than longbows.

Even though the knights were almost all lying on the horse's back, the war horses could not make any evasive moves. The chain armor worn by the war horses could barely resist some stray arrows or swords with weak lethality. However, when facing the battlefield heavy crossbow machine carefully created by the Normans, they seemed very powerless...

Thousands of crossbow arrows shot from all directions directly knocked down all the war horses, as well as the group of Germanic knights on the outermost layer. Amid the howls of humans and the whine of war horses, the more than 40 knights all fell down. However, immediately afterwards, at least twenty knights still stood up, holding shields that were already riddled with holes, or simply holding swords... and some even threw away their swords, which were bare hands! However, they were still charging! They still maintained their attacking posture! When facing thousands of longbowmen, more than a thousand crossbowmen, and tens of thousands of Norman reserve troops, these less than twenty knights still maintained their attacking posture!!!

At this moment, the victory and defeat on the front battlefield have been decided, and the dust has been settled. The Norman army won a great victory. The German army, with a total of 21,700 people, either turned into incomplete corpses, or fled in a panic. It was like a frightened hare avoiding the wolf, and ran away with all his might. However, on the other side of the battlefield, a total of twenty-two German knights were still attacking! Prove to the Norman Emperor with the last little force of his life: there are heroes among the Germans!! You did not win perfectly!!!

However, the Norman soldiers were unmoved. In order to save crossbow arrows, the crossbow soldiers on both wings stopped shooting, leaving only the front row. The two hundred crossbowmen in the middle were still silly. They bent down in the most standard posture like machinery, stepped on, and put the crossbow arrow into the crossbow box, aimed, and then pulled the trigger...

"Your Majesty!" the German knights roared, giving up their weapons, holding their shields tightly, or spreading their hands to form a human wall, blocking their emperor Frederick at the last one. Although this was almost meaningless, as the knights' persistence and faith, they would not step forward to their lord to die first.

After a round of crossbow arrows, the last Germanic knight fell before the Norman army's position, leaving only the old emperor, covered in blood and scars, and his entire body of energy seemed to have been drained away.

"Your Majesty, do you want to capture alive?" At this time, Alpha, the Captain of the Death Knights, asked this question on Norman's Fat Tower, beside Egil.

Egil hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "No, let him die. Lian felt that this would better reflect Lian's respect for him." After Norman's young emperor said this, he stretched out his hand again and ordered: "Banditsman, shoot."

So, the crossbowmen in the front row of Norman began to wind the string again.

The wind was sobbing, and dull thunder began to sound from the gloomy sky. The old emperor Frederick stood with his hands on the hilt of his sword, struggling to keep his standing posture, turning his head and looking around, as if he was looking at his army.

The result is naturally.

None of them.

"Haha, hahahahahahaha..." Finally, looking at the messy battlefield, the entire army was wiped out, the old emperor of the Holy Roman Empire burst into laughter. After that, the old emperor yelled like this, raised his sword, and launched the last charge in his life: "The army of the Holy Roman Empire, advance!!!"

At the same time, a low and powerful voice of "Start!" was also spoken from the commander of the Norman Crossbowmen Array. A team of crossbowmen in front of the array also aimed at Frederick, who was injured, who was like a lion, and pulled the trigger.

Then, the old emperor's body suddenly became like a hedgehog, and he swayed for a few times, and finally fell unwillingly in front of the Norman array...

Some book friends said that the previous chapters were too few words... I rubbed my face, and it was obviously three thousand words. Or it was because we wrote too well, so the book friends were not satisfied with reading it? So I happened to write Frederick at this time. I gave the Red Beard some face and wrote an extra thousand words. Are book friends happy to read it?
Chapter completed!