Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the situation is extremely unfavorable to Quentin's Frankish army. As the captain of the flag, he feels responsible and does not know what the outcome of the subsequent pre-war negotiations will be.

Seeing two nobles appearing in the opposing army, one of them is clearly a fat man with a relatively bloated body who still has to ride a horse, which looks quite weird overall.

He couldn't enjoy it, because the fat man was wearing the same Norman costume.

Wearing a white robe with interlaced blue stripes on the chest, it looks like the cross of St. Andrew, proving that the Normans who have been harassing for many days have been converted. Could it be that the fat man was a nobleman of the Normans?

Quentin had heard about this a little bit. It was said that there was a dumpy man occupying Durist at the mouth of the Inn River. This man was a Danish Norman who was loyal to Ludwig.

Quentin suspected that the other nobleman riding a horse was Ludwig. He was a little far away, and his eyes were slightly pale, so he couldn't see clearly.

"Attention all." He said to his entourage again: "The visitor may be the Duke of Bavaria (referring to Ludwig). Stay vigilant and don't act rashly."

He was mentally prepared. When the heads of the horses above collided, the distance between them was already enough to be poked by a spear. He watched the other nobleman take off his helmet, revealing a face that had experienced many vicissitudes.

"Not the Duke of Bavaria?" Quentin grabbed the rein in surprise.

"You?" Robert would never give face to this kind of soldier, and snapped: "Who are you? Tell me your name."

No matter how downcast Robert is, his aura remains the same.

Quentin was shocked: "Yes. I am loyal to the King of the Franks, the real Emperor of the Roman Empire (referring to Lothair), and the captain of the 20th Banner Team, Quentin Westrade."

"A flag captain? What about the title?"

"knight."

"A mere knight..." Robert had learned a lot about the army from the captives. At the beginning, he did not believe that the commander who led the attack with more than 800 troops was a mere knight. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he stared at this person with contempt, looked left and right, and laughed.

This laughter also amused the black fox. Unlike Robert, the eyes of the black fox squinted because of the laughter were full of killing intent.

The difference in military strength between the two sides is too great, and Quentin didn't understand why he suddenly rushed out with an army that seemed to be twice his own.

He tried his best to suppress his timidity, and asked weakly, "Dare to ask your lord... your identity?"

"Am I worthy of asking an ant like you? But since we are going to fight, I can tell you. I am Robert, Earl of Ingol!"

"Ah?! It's the Earl, it's you..."

"You know me?" Robert's contemptuous eyes remained unchanged.

"I understand a little bit. You are a powerful noble from Lai, but Koblenz is not your fiefdom. The Normans invaded this area, and I took it back under the order of the Roman emperor. It seems that you also led your troops to expel the Normans ?

When Quentin said so, his vigilant eyes glanced at the fat black fox from time to time. The last sentence is to deliberately test the intention of this army.

The black fox speaks frankish stutteringly, and even a simple vocabulary can prove its extraordinary identity.

In the eyes of the Franks, "Norman" is synonymous with pirates. After all, being a bandit is not a good thing. Now that they have become high-ranking nobles, Black Fox does not want others to call them that. ....

"There are no Normans here. I am Paul Nassau, and it is the Nassau Army that is in action these days."

Of course, Black Fox's surname is not Nassau. Now that he is the son-in-law of the family, there is nothing wrong with calling himself Nassau. He further claimed to be a Nassau nobleman, using the suffix t instead.

After some self-declaration, only Quentin is the lowest here. He was completely taken aback, an Earl of Nassau, an Earl of Laingor? However, those ships were clearly the longships of the Normans, and the army forming the shield wall in front of them was the trick of the Normans.

Only God knows the twists and turns inside, Quentin didn't want to know, he seized the opportunity and kept loudly proclaiming that Koblenz belonged to the Roman Emperor's territory, that is, the inalienable territory of King Lothar.

"Bah! Koblenz already belongs to the Earl of Nassau!" The squinting black fox remained motionless, denying everything Quentin said.

"No. Coblenz belongs to my sovereign, not to you."

"But Nassau has her, just as you took her by force two years ago. If you can take it by force, so can we. Coblenz will always belong to Nassau."

"No! Coblenz belongs to the Emperor, to my sovereign."

The two sides insisted on their own opinions, and what the black fox wanted was indeed this. He said in the end: "It seems that there is no need to talk any more. I already know you, and this time you can die to understand."

"Is it necessary to fight?" Quentin frowned.

Robert could see that the knight was a little flustered. His majesty remained undiminished, and he raised his head and issued an ultimatum: "Koblenz belongs to Nassau, and you... I advise you to surrender now! Look at the good deeds you have done, burn the village , burned the fortress, burned the monastery, killed the nobles wantonly in Koblenz. You look carefully, those fugitive residents took up arms, everyone wanted to kill you. You are the king's standing army, and the crimes committed should go to Die. The only way out now is to surrender and put down your weapons, the Earl can protect you from death."

The words hit Quentin's heart directly. He didn't want to justify anything. Some fires were not set by himself, but several local knights were killed. One fire lost the local monastery. Now that I think about it, it is indeed a sin.

But surrender? No! After surrendering, they will definitely be killed by them. Immortality is also a slave, right?

Or is there a turnaround here too? Earl Leingau clearly pointed out that there are many angry peasants in this army, so what if they are angry, they are just a group of peasants with wooden sticks and harpoons.

Although there are many opponents, his own standing army is not without a chance of winning. No matter how the so-called Earl of Nassau pretends to be garlic, his identity must be inextricably linked to the Normans. The Normans are good at sailing, so are they good at land warfare?

"I will not surrender." Quentin said righteously and angrily: "We are loyal to the real monarch, and we are real fighters!"

"It's a pity..." Robert sighed deeply: "You are indeed brave, but unfortunately... this civil war is also your elegy. There is nothing to talk about." He looked at the black fox beside him and whispered: " Get ready to fight. It's their choice."

"Then let's go to war!" Black Fox sternly said, "I am Paul Black Fox Gouldsson von Nassau. According to you Franks, this is my full name. Remember my name , I will send you to hell. Go away!" After finishing speaking, the black fox turned his horse's head very rudely and left this meaningless negotiation. ....

It is not meaningful to say that it is not accurate. After some verbal delays, the long-range arms of the coalition forces are already on the line.

Quentin's confidence is the cavalry at hand!

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"Of course victory belongs to us!" After saying that, the black fox smiled.

What else can the black fox say, he doesn't have much combat experience, and now he is all under the command of Eric, a veteran in the army.

Now, the battlefield is very lively. On the side of the coalition forces, there was a deafening cry, accompanied by the sound of drums and horns.

Spears are on standby one by one, and in front of them, the torsion slingshots and crossbows of the Ross Army have already set up a shooting array.

The big hand patted Askad's helmet: "Boy, you are the son of the strongest warrior Arik! Be like your father! Take courage, follow the way you trained, don't be nervous, and shoot the cavalry. Those of us The adults will help you."

As if despising himself, Askad simply took off his helmet: "My father dared to rush into the enemy's line with two swords, and I am not afraid of anything. I don't need your help."

"Good boy, brave enough."

No, Askad raised his right arm high, and the steel sword was extremely shiny. He shouted to his companions in Norse: "Blood sacrifice Odin!"

Responding to Askad was the "Hurla" cry of the whole banner team, which was different from other Viking battle cries, and this was taught by Rurik himself.

None of the young people in the Seventh Banner believe in God, they are pure Ross King's team. The young warrior was encouraged, and even the slightest timidity dissipated, thus ushering in the first battle of his life.

Quentin personally led all the cavalry, and he gave orders to the whole army. The so-called cavalry should break the convention, and this time they smashed it hard like a hammer. Frank. ....

He raised his lance himself: "For Charlemagne! For honor! Go!"

Riding forward, all the heavy cavalry lead the charge, and the rest of the light cavalry follow.

The cavalry began to advance in small steps, gradually increased their speed, and finally... started the final gallop.

At this moment, all the torsion slingshots that had been prepared for a long time went down and fired as Askad ordered.

The terrifying javelin shot straight out, even though the horse had armor on the front, the armor-piercing javelin hit directly like a steel needle. Multiple javelins directly pierced the horse's heart and lungs, almost completely sinking into the horse's body. The powerful heavy cavalry suddenly fell and turned on their backs.

Almost at the same time, the crossbow fired rhythmically, and the three centurions performed the "three-stage strike", causing the cavalry and horses to fall one after another.

Of course, when the Frankish cavalry chose to charge to the death, those who were not delayed must rush into the Ross army.

More than 30 horsemen rushed to the formation, old Eric's men tried their best to resist with shields, and the veterans with spears tried their best to stab.

There were still cavalry rushing in, slashing with swords and axes, and the young Seventh Banner team also suffered its first casualties since its establishment.

Some young soldiers died in the first battle of their lives. Seeing the death of their companions, these real Ross troops were furious.

The momentum of the cavalry was quickly disintegrated, and the heavy cavalry was almost wiped out. When the light cavalry behind were holding the reins at a loss, they began to encounter the second round of arrows and missed shots.

The bow arms of the so-called light crossbows stepped on are real grassland recurve bows. These high-end imported Pechenegs have been transformed into sharp weapons for killing the enemy.

The fallen heavy cavalry were killed indiscriminately, and the light cavalry behind were shot one after another.

The cavalry offensive was disintegrated, but Quentin himself was thrown off by the horse that had been hit by the javelin early on.

His mind was buzzing, and he suddenly felt pain in his left arm, and when he looked again, he suddenly found a "wooden stick" with a wooden tail attached to his arm in chain mail. Immersed in the fierce battle, he ignored the pain for a while, and tried his best to get up, while there were all charging infantry around him.

Regardless of the results of the cavalry, the infantry must attack bravely, just like an arrow shot that cannot be regretted.

Rose's sword and shield hand hastily ended the slaying of the fallen cavalry, and hastily reorganized the shield wall.

The young Askad didn't care too much, and personally led the strongest group of people in the banner team, together with his "old predecessors", joined the fight with shields and swords, completely ignoring that everyone was only twelve years old.

Perhaps it is precisely because of young age, lack of awareness of death, and because of the lack of concern, they fight like mad dogs and wolves.

The huge round shields are stacked on top of each other, and the cooperation between young and old is very tacit. They covered most of their bodies with large shields, held steel swords in their right arms, and stabbed vigorously through the gaps in the shields. Such a defensive effect is very good. The enemy is pushed by the shield and it is difficult to use tactics. The shield wall is slowly advancing, which proves that the enemy is retreating steadily.

The crossbowmen in the rear threw their shots into the air at a large angle, providing fire support as much as possible, which made the retreat speed of the Frankish army even heavier.

Perhaps, the peasant soldiers composed of refugees from Koblenz shouted for the biggest task, but a group of armed peasants took the initiative to attack from the flanks, and their courage led all the peasant soldiers to join the battle with spears.

Scythes, harpoons, short spears, chain flails, and peasant soldiers with all kinds of agricultural tools have no combat skills, and some have revenge anger. It is this anger that makes a group of peasants have a strong will to fight. ....

Of course, the Ross army had already gained the upper hand, and the battle situation had entered a downwind situation. As the cruising longboats realized their record and landed actively, they rushed to the tail of the Frankish army, and many armed peasants realized that they were sure to win.

The fact that a large number of peasant soldiers completed the final blow, the entire Frankish flag team collapsed.

There was only one thing they could think of - escape.

The injured Quentin also fell into the fleeing army. The banner team was killed and discarded their helmets. People threw away their helmets and even the armor with leather riveted iron sheets.

Knowing that he was defeated, Quentin almost instinctively fled towards the Moselle River, hoping to return by the same way as the riverside passage there. As for escaping with logistics supplies? forget it

However, he had already lost a lot of blood from the injury, dragging his uncontrollable left arm, the blood was really running all the way.

In the end, although the angry peasant soldiers didn't know the identity of this person, they first hit his head with a wooden hammer, and after he fell to the ground, he was hacked into meat paste by harpoons, grass tea, and sickles, and his face was beyond recognition...

All the Frankish soldiers who escaped slowly suffered this bad luck. Even if they were dead bodies, the Koblenz peasant soldiers who vented their anger had to make up a few more pitchforks to vent their anger.

At least 400 people were still flying fast because of throwing away their helmets and armor sets. They were pursued by pursuers. They rushed to the Moselle River one after another, apparently seeing the dawn of fleeing and ascending to heaven.

However, a wooden wall suddenly appeared on the only way to escape! And a steady stream of... Iron Man? !

The Blue Fox Division has been waiting for a long time. He thought that even if the enemy escapes, he must have a decent military appearance, but now he looks too stretched.

He calmly ordered the heavily armored army to attack, and the armored standing army banner team went into the final fight.

Under the attack of the army like a torrent of steel, the panting Frankish soldiers who fled were quickly killed by battle axes and steel swords, like a meat grinder, and behind the heavy armored infantry were the corpses of the enemy who fell to death in scarlet blood .

Those who jumped into the Moselle River in a panic and tried to escape the prisoners were killed one after another by the Ross soldiers standing on the raft waiting for work...

Seeing that there was no hope of fleeing in this direction, the rout soldiers wanted to die even more. They turned their heads and ran away again, only to be bumped into by the chasing soldiers again.

They gave up resisting, and sat on the ground one by one, looking like they were being slaughtered. Under the strong despair, many people had already fainted.

After all, it was Lan Hu who led his heavy armored infantry to end the last meaningless killing. He kept the infantry in order and finally captured fifty mentally broken enemies.

And this is also the last survivor of Quentin's flag team. If the blue fox who was waiting for the rabbit was not kind at the end, these people would be chopped into meat sauce.

In the end, the flag captain Quentin and the broken corpses of the rebel army were found. His body had been destroyed by the angry peasant soldiers, his head had been beheaded and stuck on a harpoon.

Riding a horse on the battlefield, Robert never thought that an angry peasant could also have strong fighting power, and this time he really saw it.

The victorious army was picking up the booty, all the clothes were stripped from the dead, and all the weapons and armor were confiscated.

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All the enemy's logistics and supplies were seized by the coalition forces, and the remaining food was controlled.

Allied forces after victory

They didn't cheer for joy. The soldiers of the Ross Army were certainly happy. They had bloodstains of the enemy on their faces. They swept the battlefield with weapons in hand, searched for loot, and made up for the remaining enemies.

The brothers who died in battle were settled first, and the injured brothers were simply bandaged first. Askad led the guys to enjoy the feeling after the first victory. Similarly, he was not overly happy, his heart was beating wildly, and he still had more time for the scene of the real fight just now.

The Seventh Banner Team preliminarily determined that there were more than 20 casualties, and 10 people were killed in battle.

There were also some casualties among Ross veterans stationed at Nassau, but overall casualties were minimal.

In other words, the overall casualties of the coalition forces in this battle were very small, and they were superior in strength, weapons and equipment, and fighting will. They quickly ended the battle and wiped out the elite of the Middle Kingdom with more than 800 people. .

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