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Chapter 275 Teutonic Knights, charge!

the weather is nice today.

Clear sky.

Turiados was wearing a gleaming golden scale armor, and behind him, an orange cloak fluttered in the wind.

At this time, he was wearing a long sword on his waist, standing on the hillside, overlooking the Crusader camp below.

Behind him were nearly [-] light and heavy cavalry in a loose formation.

Most of them wear silk robes, a layer of mail, scales, and armor, and a helmet with a face covering on their heads.

In the shadow of the hillside, more than [-] light and heavy infantry soldiers had been summoned and were already in full swing.

The time was short, and he was able to recruit so many people to help in such a short period of time, thanks to Isaac's great achievements in defeating the imperial fleet by riding the black dragon.

This greatly deterred those fools.

The captain of the guard murmured in a low voice: "My lord, they should have already eaten, why does it look like there is no movement?"

This hill is still too far away from the camp of the crusaders, so far away, it is difficult to see what happened in the barracks.

If it was close enough to the hill, it would be impossible for Lothar to set up camp here.

Because this is likely to cause the enemy to condescend to attack.

Turiados thought for a moment, and ordered: "Send a scout to go to the opposite camp to find out the reality of the Franks."

"I understand."

The captain of the guard immediately picked out the cavalry he had the most trouble with on weekdays from among the cavalry.

The cavalry's face changed slightly, and they dared not disobey orders, and urged their mounts to gallop towards the camp of the Crusaders.

"I am the envoy of Lord Turiados."

When he got a little closer, he reined in his mount and shouted loudly: "Please don't shoot arrows, I have important military affairs to discuss with your Lord Earl."

whoosh-

The voice just fell.

A sharp arrow pierced through his eye socket.

The cavalry fell off their horses.

Turiados on the hillside was not surprised but happy. He clenched his fists and waved his face excitedly: "They ate, even if the third shift eats breakfast backwards, the enemy will have at least [-]% of the soldiers Unable to fight!"

The logic is simple.

Shooting the "messenger" he sent out meant that the Crusaders had discovered their poisoning.

What Turiados gave was not a highly poisonous one, but a laxative that took effect slowly, but once it happened, it would be a laxative for thousands of miles.

The taste is very light, and there is no harm to the body. It can even be said to be a good medicine for constipation.

Except for some local herbalists in Cyprus, it is almost impossible to tell.

"The whole army is ready!"

Turiados shouted at the top of his voice.

The drums sounded suddenly.

The desolate sound of horns made the soldiers who had been hiding in the shadow of the hillside come to the hillside one after another, revealing their figures.

They lined up and slowly moved down the hillside, approaching the enemy's camp.

There is so much movement here.

The camp of the Crusaders was as quiet as if everyone had died, which made Turiados feel an ominous premonition.

"The enemy didn't run away, did he?"

The captain of the guard hurriedly said: "Impossible, the scouts I sent have been keeping an eye on them, unless they can sneak into the ground like mice!"

Turiados was suspicious, but no matter how he calculated, he had the advantage.

"Go on!"

The infantry phalanx slowly began to advance.

The horse archers under Turiados, together with the light infantry in the team, came to the front of the team, lit the flaming arrows, and prepared to shoot at the Crusader camp.

On the wooden wall of the Crusader camp, at this moment, twenty woodland shooters suddenly jumped out.

With the blessing of the group of blood waterfalls, they easily drew their [-]-pound heavy bows and aimed at the enemy's cavalry archers rushing forward.

boom--

The bowstring exploded.

The powerful and heavy arrow easily pierced through the armor of the enemy's scales.

Some arrows even passed through the horse's belly, pierced through the wooden saddle one after another, and shot into the body of the knight on his back.

People neigh and horses cry.

Almost all of these twenty arrows were shot in vain.

It is conceivable that if the woodland shooters are fully loaded, it will reach 120 light infantry phalanxes of five people.

In this round, the enemy's charge momentum will be crushed.

boom--

The wooden wall was pulled down by the crusaders behind with a rope, revealing the crusaders cavalry lined up neatly behind.

They wore face-plated mail helmets.

Wearing an all-white black cross burqa.

The mount is matched with Saracen-style horse armor.

Dressed in men and horses, it looks like a row of steel torrents ready to go.

Waving flag with double headed eagle and black cross on white background.

The hearts of every Greek soldier who saw this scene couldn't help but thump.

Crusader knights fought side by side with their attendants, and their formation was so tight that the knees of two neighbors could even touch each other.

Instead of forming the wedge-shaped array that Lothar is accustomed to, they are arranged in two rows.

Of course, the advantage of this is that the impact is stronger and the killing effect on the enemy is stronger.

The disadvantage is that one's own losses are likely to be quite huge.

"Heads held high, knights favored by the Virgin Mary and Saint Lazarus."

Wearing a black cloak with a dragon's head depicted on it, the Earl held the knight's sword high in his hand and came to the front of the team.

Not many impassioned lectures.

Lothar passed quickly in front of the formation, the knight's sword in his hand collided with the lances of the knights and attendants, making a clanging sound.

This is the tradition of this era.

Collision with the coach's weapon means the good luck of being able to get Lothar, the legendary person favored by the gods.

After one lap, he stopped.

Taking the spear from Banruo, pointing the tip of the sword forward.

"In the name of the Father."

"Crush them!"

There was a shout.

"Crush them."

Amidst the shouts of mountains and tsunami, the knights who were originally stationary began to slowly steer their mounts and trot forward in a relaxed and freehand posture.

This is to save horsepower.

Lothar, Prajna and Rangna rushed to the forefront of the team.

The closer they were to the enemy, the faster the knights were. The closed visor prevented them from seeing the rain of arrows and the forest of spears in front of them.

All I could hear was crackling, the sound of throwing stones and arrows.

fast!
Hurry up!
Into the enemy line!
Crush these treacherous Greeks!

The knights were short of breath, and the speed of the horses under their crotches was getting faster and faster.

When they can clearly see the panicked faces of the enemies in front of them.

Swah——

They put down the lances in their hands, irises fluttered in the air, and the entire cavalry, like a torrent of turbulence, crashed into the enemy's formation.

Screams.

Metal clanging.

The war horse neighed.

Incessantly.

Turiados' army felt as if it had been caught in a storm.

In sight, there are knights who are fully armed and look like little giants.

They raged, wielding flails, maces, and warhammers, trampling on their own positions at will, and hacking and killing the infantry who were hiding in embarrassment.

I do not know how long it has been.

When the enemy pierced through their own army in this way, these Greeks just had a kind of rejoicing for their survival after the catastrophe.

What caught the eye was the orderly appearance of the army, following the whistle of the commanding knights, it was like a phalanx of infantry advancing as a whole.

They wore black robes with double-headed eagle emblems painted on the back and front.

The wall-like shield array and the sharp spearheads extending from the gaps in the shield made the Greeks, who had already been torn apart in these formations, almost shattered their hearts and gallbladders.

Renault held the shield tightly in his hand, and moved forward nervously following the whistle.

He felt that he was not a living person at all, but a small part of this huge war machine. He didn't even need to think, just held the shield in his hand, followed the orders of the imperial knights, and kept moving forward.

Through the gap in the visor, he could see that the enemy's position was almost a mess.

distance.

There was a sound of horseshoes.

"Is that the enemy's cavalry?"

Renault became even more nervous: "Where will they charge up from, shouldn't it be from behind?"

I have many thoughts.

But the long-term training made him still keep his mission firmly in mind.

That is forward, forward, and forward!

Ned, who stayed at the rear of the team, showed a playful expression: "As expected, the enemy's cavalry is coming, Eagle Banner Squadron, prepare to meet the enemy!"

The remaining veterans on the two wings of the line put their square shields on the ground, took out a heavy javelin, and held it in their hands.

In the blink of an eye, there were already a forest of javelins.

If they attacked from behind, they would have bumped into the murderous Varangian guards with two-handed axes.

Perhaps placing them behind the cavalry and charging with the Crusader knights will make it easier to tear apart the enemy's formation and achieve more impressive results.

But Lothar never regarded Turiados as his archenemy.

This battle is more of a training battle.

Only after successive victories can these farmers and soldiers truly transform into an elite division!
There was a hint of panic on Turiados' face.

He clearly saw that his soldiers were being devoured by the crusader phalanx advancing like a wall.

That's like a giant hedgehog.

When one's own soldiers approached.

Immediately behind the shield wall, sharp spears will be stretched out, knocking these poor Greeks to the ground.

Blood stained the ground red.

The morale of one's own side has already fallen to the bottom.

He could even see that the crusader knights who led the team to trample their formation into a mess, actually re-arranged behind their own team.

"I still have cavalry!"

"I still have cavalry!"

He muttered to himself as if grasping at straws.

Afterwards, I saw our own cavalry, as they approached the enemy's flanks, they were knocked down to the ground by the heavy javelin.

The Greek cavalry rushed forward, and when they realized that the enemy was prepared, they didn't dare to approach again. Many of them left the team directly and fled in all directions.

"Bastard!"

"How dare you do this!"

"You bloody cowards!"

"The martial arts of the imperial people was defeated by you in this way."

Turiados, who was still on the hillside, cursed in despair.

At this time.

A cold touch came from the neck.

The girl in the cloak placed the blade across his neck.

"Seeing how impassioned you are, why don't you go to your death and be loyal?"

The female voice is cold.

Celinina looked at the trembling Turiados expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)