Kelha with all the Finnish longbowmen mingled with the lost Seventh Banner.

After a **** battle, it was obvious that traditional bows could hardly penetrate the armored stomach of the Frankish army in front of them. If they used harassment to disrupt their offensive formation, they should still have an effect.

All the soldiers of the Seventh Banner Team built a shield wall. They don't care about other teams now, and they also don't care about their own wounded soldiers. Behind the four centurions was the Finnish army, and they had assembled a combat force of more than 600 people at present, and they formed an extremely dense formation to stand by and wait for reinforcements.

The actions of the Ross rebellion will not stop because of losses. When there are still ships rushing to the beach and jumping off a group of hard-wearing warriors, the momentum of being overwhelmed by the heavy cavalry quickly recovers.

In the chaotic battle, Bjorn was extremely lucky not to be trampled to death by iron tools. He was terrified and gnawed at the mud, enduring the mud covered in mud and staggered back to the shore, and looking around, it seemed that there were less than fifty Mellaren warriors left.

The Mellaren army suffered heavy losses in the continuous battles. Fortunately, at the beginning of the year, a group of debtors and serfs were summoned from the headquarters to join the war. If these guys die, they will die. If the real elite men of Mellaren lose a lot, it is really unreasonable disaster.

The status quo of the Ross Allied Forces looked messy. On the other side of the battlefield, Earl Gilbert of Ramongao still had a chance to crush the enemy.

The horses were panting violently, just as the soldiers were panting heavily.

The sun was rising higher and higher, and the warm sun in the morning made the armor and helmets gradually heat up. It was still morning, and if the battle continued to delay, it would be very bad for the Frankish army.

The Ramon High Army's charge just now had broken a large number of cavalry spears, and they did cause heavy casualties to the Normans.

The enemy's will to fight is extremely high, and they are still crossing the river to increase their troops.

Gilbert looked left and right, and all he could see was his own army. Tristan's three cavalry banners were still standing still in the residential area.

But he was not angry, and even thanked the veteran.

At this moment, the two parties were unable to communicate in any way, but they basically guessed what the other party meant.

"My lord!" His close cavalry gasped heavily and frowned: "Our friendly troops have not attacked for a long time, so should we continue to charge with our current strength?"

"Of course." The high-spirited Gilbert drew his sword and pointed at the shield wall by the river: "Crush them and let the Normans drown in the Maas River."

"However, we rushed too hard just now, and the horses and people are very tired."

"I know! But these are all difficulties that can be overcome, and we will achieve a great victory." That's the case, but now only Gilbert himself is really fighting.

It wasn't that the other troops were suddenly timid to fight. After all, his cavalry had a large number of lower-level nobles. Each knight joined the battle with his retinue cavalry. They had to bring their own weapons and armor. All equipment was uneven, even the quality of the horses was also uneven.

If you have money, you can buy good horses, and if you lack money, you can use bad horses to make up for it. This is why Gilbert's cavalry arrived in Maastricht after dawdling from their hometown of Namur for many days.

The knights are powerless to implement the requirements of the lord, and many people are overdrawing their horsepower in the continuous charge just now. Seeing that their mounts were panting badly, some cavalry simply dismounted temporarily to reduce the load on the horses.

Looking left and right, Gilbert knew what the problem was, and if he forced the vassals to attack again, only a few would respond.

Then simply rest for a while? The battle entered a standoff he least wanted to see.

On the one hand, the Maas River continued to increase troops. Although there were more than 300 casualties in the First World War, such exaggerated losses would not force the Ross Army to collapse.

The other side is out of breath and needs a period of time to rest and attack again.

At this critical time window, the two sides in the fierce battle are launching an offensive again.

And look at the Maas River, the blue fox did not cross the river by no means because he was suddenly cowardly. He is well aware of the tactical advantages of the Ross Army, and now he is organizing the navy and engineering troops to release all the comforts from the large ships anchored on the river. The anchor was hoisted by the winch, and the whole ship drifted downstream with the current. The big boats didn't even care about obstructing the long boats crossing the river, so they were manipulated to get as close to the landing probe as possible, and anchored again at the right time.

Lan Hu personally led the standing army and rowed a boat from the broken bridge to land on the city again according to the original plan. He didn't care about the fierce battle in the north of the city for the time being.

As a result, white mist began to rise from some thatched cottages, and then faint yellow smoke began to appear. It gradually turned black, and finally the arsonists saw clear flames.

As long as there are some fire points are enough, the houses in Maastricht are lined up in row upon row. Ordinary people can only live in houses made of wooden structures. If any house catches fire on weekdays, people can directly fetch water from the river quickly. To extinguish the fire, but now there are a large number of fire spots in the east of the city, and no one has set them on fire.

"Have you thrown away all the torches?" he asked aloud.

The soldiers who returned empty-handed assembled at the Broken Bridge Wharf. Behind them were flames and thick smoke, and time would be enough.

Blue Fox inspected it for a while: "Okay! Now follow me and go to the north of the city to support the friendly army."

The quickest option for support was to float downstream in boats, which the standing army was doing.

Just as they were drifting, they noticed the abnormal turmoil in the residential area, followed by shouts of killing. To the surprise of the sergeants, a large cavalry team suddenly appeared.

"No! We have to retreat!"

But even if Blue Fox covered his head and shouted, he couldn't stop anything now.

The current situation is what he fears the most. Finally, because of the continuous ferment of emergencies, the Ross coalition forces still have to fight to the death to usher in the group charge of the Frankish cavalry.

Let's talk about General Tristan who deliberately stood still.

Gilbert charged again without authorization. It was obvious that only a small number of Normans had landed. It was not yet ripe for the cavalry to crush the enemy's main force in one go. The rash attack was within his expectations. Considering that Gilbert was the king's son-in-law, he himself Even if he intends to prevent him from being impulsive, there is no opportunity and lack of necessary responsibility.

If Gilbert died in battle, the young man paid the worst price for his recklessness.

As a result, the development of the battle situation was unexpected, and Lamongao's cavalry had achieved great results under the leadership of the earl.

Even so, Tristan waited, hoping that more Normans would land.

But it seemed that Gilbert was too dangerous to launch a second round of charge even though his horse was too tired.

Is the time ripe? Maybe.

As his secretly observing subordinates reported to Tristan that the large Norman ships were drifting downstream, the so-called movement toward the battlefield, he had to consider taking decisive measures.

"Are they planning to escape? Very likely. The Normans always run for their lives when they suffer."

After thinking about it for a while, he finally drew out his sword, and turned around to look at the ready-to-go warrior behind him.

"The time has come! Warriors, raise your spears! Trumpeter, signal to all the banners. Let's go!"

Different from the low-pitched horn of the North, Frank's small copper horn was crisp and piercing. This was an excellent charge signal, so all the elite heavy cavalry in ambush gradually revealed their real bodies.

The sudden situation was far beyond Askad's expectation. He thought the enemy was the group of cavalry in front of him, why did more come out? Are the Franks out of the best?

Continue to fight them to the death? !

If his father Arik stood here, he would probably be brave enough to resist in the face of danger, right? However, leading the brothers by himself can really withstand the overwhelming cavalry impact.

Askad was still able to remain calm, and out of the corners of his eyes, he noticed his left and right brothers, who had just grown beards and were still very immature, were shaking violently unconsciously, and some even had their legs trembling.

Take a closer look at the newly-appeared cavalry, their helmets reflect strongly under the scorching sun, and these people almost exist like a spear in their hands.

No! That is riding a spear. All this is as witnessed two years ago on the Elbe River. Could history be repeating itself on the banks of the Maas River?

"Boss, I'm afraid. What should we do? Just keep standing here?"

"Yes. We don't even have spears, how can we stop them?"

The old guy around him complained in panic, but Askad had no intention of reprimanding him, because Keerha hurried over, the real Earl of Finland didn't want to back down, watching his buddy lead a group of Ross's new army to resist stupidly, If they were killed in battle on a large scale, wouldn't they also suffer implicated death?

"Askad! We have to retreat. If King Rurik is here, he will never fight hard with the enemy cavalry unless necessary. Even if he fights, he must be close to the river."

"What do you want to say?"

"I mean I'm going to back off until my heels touch the water. Behind us are the boats. Let the Franks go! If they're crazy, they'll kill us, man and horse. Rush into the river."

Keerha's words at the critical moment reminded Askad. He saw that the new cavalry did not charge with all their strength, but organized a wall to gradually approach. He knew that this meant that this was an approaching tactic before the real charge. , and this short time window is the last time for the Ross Army to adjust.

Askad struck the buckler with the hilt of his sword, rousing the entire shield wall with a roar: "Brothers! Stand back steadily! Until our heels can touch the river."

The Seventh Banner has now completely abandoned its wounded, and the soldiers seem to be withdrawing with grief and indignation. They didn't really retreat, but many friendly troops really started to jump on the boat again, planning to float to the river again to avoid risks, but they were completely blocked on the landing beach with the subsequent friendly troops.

They also left their own wounded, and at most dragged some of the slightly injured to the riverside.

Behind the coalition forces are all armed cargo ships and sail destroyers, and the torsion slingshot installed on one side of each ship facing the city has never been removed.

The torsion slingshot used to attack Aachen was urgently relocated, and now the main heavy weapon of the Ross Army is almost completely "facing the enemy this way". Wearing felt visors, naval soldiers and engineers were trying their best to string the slingshot when the big ship was drifting. The previous actual combat proved that the javelin fired by the slingshot has unparalleled lethality against the enemy's heavy cavalry. The current countermeasures must also mainly rely on its.

The decks of these large ships were full of people standing on the enemy side, their torsion slingshots and steel-armed crossbows were ready to go. They wanted to serve as the strong backing of the friendly forces and do everything they could to delay the enemy's attack.

"Are you trying to run away? Norman robbers, don't try to run away!"

Eyes wide as bells, Tristan's iron sword pointed straight at the Norman landing beach. The attack of the whole army also forced Ramon Gao's army, who had not yet finished rest, to act again, so the Frankish cavalry launched their most ferocious attack.

The war horses began to trot in groups, and the lances moved forward in unison.

The cavalry corps completely caused panic in the entire Ross coalition army. Up to now, it seems that only the Seventh Banner, the Finnish army, and Yinvar's Danish soldiers, so nearly a thousand people, rely on large ships and a large number of semi-stranded long ships to persist.

As for the others, they were indeed far away from the landing place, and now they were still under the strong pressure of the cavalry corps, literally throwing away their armor and going straight to their own ships to escape.

Some people with good legs and feet have already fled to the river, and those who move slowly are destined to become flesh under the trample of countless horseshoes.

But the Ross army will never let them succeed easily.

Even though the distance was far away, all the torsion slingshots were fired almost simultaneously. The slingshots on both sides gathered on one side, and the torsion slingshot originally used for land warfare was temporarily placed on the side of the ship.

Eighty slingshots can fire eighty javelins in one salvo. They are powerful and heavy. The special structure of the tail makes them spin wildly when they are launched. A little sacrifice of range but some additional tactical advantages. These javelins are extremely accurate , The rotating tail caused a huge roar, and it whizzed past the heads of the panicked army.

The javelin pierced the dense wall, which was the first crazy experience Tristan had ever experienced in his life. He had never seen such a tactic before, and immediately thought of the warning Earl Ramongao had given him. Naihe can no longer tell his subordinates to evade, in fact, evading is useless, like an arrow leaving the string, he can only seize the key opportunity to rush to kill the enemy as much as possible.

Unsurprisingly, these javelins hit the cavalry on a large scale. Under the strong impact, even the iron armor of the cloth face armor cannot resist the gouging of the nearly one-pound giant needle-shaped carbon steel gun head. At least the current Frankish armor The stomach is not yet immune to the precision fire of such a cumbersome weapon.

Cavalrymen began to fall, and what Tristan feared most happened.

The lance charge of the Frankish cavalry is also divided into several groups, and a certain distance is kept between each group in a line array. However, what they encountered was almost low-level shooting from a torsion slingshot. After all, the Ross army also had some experience in dealing with cavalry, and if they wanted to fight, they would attack the guys at the head of the team.

To organize such a huge cavalry team, the supreme commander must be dressed eye-catchingly enough, and there must be a flag officer by his side. Wouldn't that tell the enemy "I'm a big shot"? As it is, it's not that he's stupid. Askader still wears a helmet with a huge feather decoration, and he is also a big target.

This is a trade-off. What Tristan needs is a decisive victory, and personal life and death can be ignored.

So seeking benevolence and benevolence, some people were targeted by the operators of multiple torsion slingshots.

The javelin crossed a low flat parabola, giving the pioneer lance an extremely fatal blow.

A javelin tragically pierced the neck of Tristan's horse. Although it was a coincidence, it was inevitable in the dark. It literally broke through his armor plate, and some blasted through the lining of the chain mail.

The javelin didn't go deep into Tristan's body, but a rib was broken.

Perhaps, if he had also been wearing the cutting-edge breastplate that only the elite soldiers of Ross had, this body would not have suffered such a bad fate.

He was thrown off the horse, and the broken ribs directly pierced through the lungs due to the second impact, and the leaking lungs were making a terrifying and weird whining sound.

"Oops! Fatal injury!"

However, Tristan himself had already been thrown out, UUReading Book www.uukanshu.com fell heavily to the ground, he subconsciously covered his bleeding chest, holding back his breath but didn't dare to spit it out.

He was facing a fatal pneumothorax, and thanks to the good quality of his body, he staggered to his feet.

No one noticed that their chief general fell off the horse, and the follow-up cavalry noticed the abnormal casualties of the friendly army. They subconsciously adjusted their positions for fear that their horses would trample the injured friendly army to death.

The war horse galloped past Tristan, who was half kneeling on the ground, he suddenly felt a lump in his chest, and couldn't hold it back anymore, so he spat out a mouthful of foam. Now he saw his men trampling and poking at the Norman soldiers who couldn't escape, and he saw Lord Ramongaard join the fight.

He couldn't help smiling, and suddenly his body felt dizzy, and he fell down.

As he was dying, his eyes saw thick smoke billowing in the direction of the city, and his last smile instantly turned into panic.

There is no need to be afraid anymore, it's all over...