People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 294
There was a tsunami-like cheer from the auditorium.

For Lothar, this was a rather novel experience. Before that, he had never been a member of the infantry phalanx, fighting in a way that seemed like a small part of a huge machine.

He doesn't need to think.

You only need to hold the shield in your hand and stare at the enemy in front of you, and the rest can be handed over to the comrades behind you.

First, a knight holding a shield slammed into the soldier next to Lothar with a slam. He took two steps back, but fortunately he was held back by his comrades behind him, so that no gaps appeared in the shield wall.

"The strength of this dog thing is really great!"

He raised his shield cursingly, thrust his short sword through the gap, and fought back.

But the thick riveted mail armor of the opponent is obviously not comparable to the mail armor of the common goods. It is difficult for the sharp Roman short sword to pierce their defense.

"It looks like another war of attrition."

Lothar thought to himself.

Through the gaps in the shield wall, Lothar saw tall knights raising their halberds and slamming them down. The wrists of the soldiers who held up their shields behind Lothar's head sank violently.

The heavy shield hit Lothar's helmet directly, shocking him for a while.

A soldier's cry of pain came from behind him. The opponent's strength was surprisingly strong, obviously beyond the scope of ordinary people.

Without hesitation, Lothar took two steps forward. While walking out of the shield wall, he kicked the knight in front back again and again, and fell into the arms of the attendant behind him.

The knight only felt his chest being kicked, and his blood was surging, and he couldn't stand still for a while. Lothar picked up the shining cross sword and pierced his chest directly—— after all, the shining cross sword is a magic item. It is far from what a layer of chain armor can resist.

After taking care of his opponent with ease, Lothar, who was wearing a golden mask, looked around indifferently. For a while, these knights were frightened by his aura, and they dared not go forward.

This is the special effect of the golden mask helmet - fear!
View from the audience.

The current scene is like a group of ferocious lions pounced on a huge prairie elephant. Although the Germanic knights' offensive is fierce, the Eagle Banner Brigade is also on guard.

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

Anna snorted softly. She knew that Count Leopold was referring to the confrontation between the undead army and the Varangian guards. The undead army was heavily defended, while the Varangian guards relied on violent charges.

The two sides wasted their blood and physical strength in this way, forcibly fighting a situation where both sides suffered losses.

"Don't think that I can't see it. Every one of you walking knights has drunk potions. If it's a fair fight, they are definitely not the opponents of our empire's Eagle Banner brigade."

Leopold spread his hands: "Korosa and his witches are also in the team, there are some things, it's better to see through and not tell the truth."

Anna snorted and said nothing.

Fringila looked at this scene a little irritatedly: "What the hell are you doing, I really want to cast a spell to wipe out all these enemies in one go."

Celinina held Fringilla's soft palm: "I was worried that you would be like this, so my lord let me watch you and not let you participate. Don't forget, these Germanic knights also have backers behind them."

She raised her chin lightly and pointed to a mysterious woman in the auditorium opposite.

That was Leopold's mistress of the witch, who had put a lot of pressure on Lothar. She was staring at Fringilla with great interest at the moment, and when she saw her, she smiled and waved.

Crown Prince Henry's intention is very clear, which 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 the solid tortoise shell of the army in front of him is broken, the enemy will reveal the soft flesh and blood inside. At that time, his elite can easily defeat them.

But the same.

The tortoise shell of the enemy army is too strong.

Although the casualties of one's own side were limited, none of the enemies had died yet.

What's more, such an active attack consumes far more stamina than passive defense. If this continues, even if the knights on one's own side have drunk potions and have long stamina, they may not necessarily be exhausted to win the opponent.

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

Henry took a deep breath, raised the great strength derived from the "giant potion", swung a two-handed battle ax, and slashed at the shield in front of him.

Just hear a click.

The shield was split from the center, and cut on the shoulders of a tall knight in silver armor and a face helmet at the back—this knight has such a hard armor!

Henry couldn't help feeling a little shocked.

The knight in front of him is wearing a full-body plate armor similar to the Milanese plate armor. The armor on his body is tightly stitched. His two-handed ax is not deeply embedded in the opponent's shoulder armor, and he feels that he has no way to advance. .

He took a deep breath, and pulled the battle ax from the shoulder of the opponent, a knight who was obviously different from the outfit of the Eagle Banner brigade around him.

Through the gap in the visor opposite, he saw a pair of plain but charming black eyes—how could someone have such beautiful eyes?

He felt a moment of emotion in his heart, and then raised the battle ax again without hesitation.

boom--

The silver-armored knight raised his palm covered with chain mail gloves, and firmly pressed Henry's palm. With only one hand, Henry had an illusion as if he was facing a mountain.

His hands holding the tomahawk could not be lifted at all.

He and the opposite knight looked at each other, they still had those flat and charming black eyes, and he could even see the thick and slender eyelashes on the other's eyes.

"What a lot of strength!"

Henry's eyes were full of suspicion, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape the simple push of the knight in front of him.

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

However, the silver armor knight's movements were a little slow, and he took a step back when the halberd was almost on top of his head, narrowly dodging the blow.

Under the helmet, Hannya frowned slightly.

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

It was only when she thought of Lothar's explanation before the war that she realized that if she resisted such an attack, she might be judged to have used witchcraft as a cheating method.

Henry looked at the silver armored knight who had lost his shield. It was obvious that this was the weakest point of this impenetrable shield wall, but for a while, he couldn't think of breaking through here at all.

He doesn't have this idea, but it doesn't mean others don't.

In the eyes of many Germanic knights, this enemy in beautiful armor has lost his shield, like a giant dragon whose scale has been thrown off, and it is time to attack here, hoping to tear a bigger hole!
"Am I being treated as a breakthrough?"

A strange feeling appeared in Banruo's heart, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "It's quite a challenge to get rid of you all without being so shocking."

Although he has never shown any powerful swordsmanship or martial arts, he always relies on his indestructible defense to resist the enemy's front line.

But it doesn't mean that Prajna can't be played.

In her long life of guarding the gates of hell, fighting has always been indispensable. Whether it is fighting with wandering ghosts, or fighting with cold-tempered fellow ghosts who are only keen on fighting, she has accumulated an outstanding body. fighting skills.

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

After all, even if I stand still and let you fight, you won't be able to break through my defense at all. What about blocking and dodging? You just trade injuries for lives.

Rang Na, who was not far away, was watching this scene gloatingly.

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

"No, you should find an adult to do it."

Jeanne grunted.

She had been fishing for fish just now, but she didn't expect that she would be regarded as a soft persimmon now. Whoever put Lothar in charge of the other end of the army has long been regarded by Henry as a tough bone that is difficult to solve easily.

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

Naturally, they will choose the section where Jeanna is located.

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

Look at his powerful and heavy axe. If the blow is real, even the shield and his arms will be severed.

boom--

Jeanna held the shield and knocked down the enemy in front of her. The knight's sword in her hand fell vertically, and it actually split the wooden handle of the battle ax in Crown Prince Henry's hand from the center.

"Brat, I can show you some face, but if you want to hurt my people, I won't agree."

Jeanne grumbled.

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

So far, they still have not achieved any results.

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

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

"Admit defeat."

Lothar, wearing a golden mask, slowly walked out of the army formation.

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

It seems that admitting defeat is indeed the best choice.

If the fight continues, the odds of winning are slim, even if he wins, such a result is unacceptable to him.

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 emptied by those deep-rooted Norman nobles.

(End of this chapter)