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The long pole made of oak is equipped with sleeve-type steel thorns, and its length is equivalent to about five meters. If it is so long, the end of each spear must be equipped with a weight ball made of even stones.

Soldiers have to hold the spear with both hands when fighting. When they swing it, the whole shaft of the spear trembles, just like a snake. The spear head is the head of the snake.

One spear is like this. The vanguard of the Saxon army is 2,000 people. For the time being, the soldiers still have spears on their shoulders, and a black forest is constantly approaching.

The front line of the Saxon army was not neat, and the positions of the strikers were uneven.

They were under enormous pressure, and no one was really sure they were invulnerable, even with a layer of plate armor and an iron helmet on their heads.

They can't help themselves, not only can't they retreat in the increasingly cramped battlefield, they can't even stop. Force pushes the whole army to move, and the only way out is to kill through the enemy's formation.

At this moment, the fierce reaction of the unresponsive defenders finally saw clues.

There is no time for heavy armor! Those weird black troops have entered the mountain pass in the form of a human wall.

Without the chain mail, the elite of the Metz army had no choice but to put on the vest of the plate armor, take the shield and the sword and rush out of the camp.

More peasant soldiers, who didn't have armor at all, went into battle with shields and axes as commoners. There are a huge number of such soldiers, and their responses are quick. As for the defense capability, a small shield is better than nothing.

More and more Metz soldiers walked out of the camp. They didn't expect the sudden outbreak of battle. What's worse, everyone didn't even eat. The morning fog receded and they were about to fight. Few people can faint from exhaustion.

"Those peasants and soldiers can resist for a while. Cavalrymen! Get on your horses, we will crush the enemy!"

As the eldest son of the Earl, Freibach is the first heir to the Earl of Metz. He rode a horse and urged his soldiers to advance to the horse at the barracks stable.

"There is no time to cover the horses, and the breastplates of the horses are no longer hung. Get on your horses immediately and follow me to attack."

Freibach held the reins and kept wandering back, and soon a cavalry team was assembled.

His reaction was quick. Even the standing cavalry that Lothair arranged to station in Kaiserslautern needed time to feed the horses with a large amount of oats to ensure that the heavy cavalry maintained their full combat effectiveness on the battlefield. Each horse had to wear armor, The rider's armor must be stronger.

The two cavalry teams didn't have time to put on armor at all. The soldiers put on iron helmets, at most put on chain mail and then put on plate armor, with swords hanging from their waists, and hurriedly mounted their horses after grabbing a lance.

While the cavalry was still busy, they fought each other at the mountain pass, and the **** battle was a few steps away from the battle.

The military commander here, Freibach, is still busy raising the ranks and summoning cavalry. The large number of infantry is not under the command of high-ranking nobles. These motley men are fighting instinctively.

Instinct can be a reckless charge, or a dodge that seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages.

The knight class of the Metz Army, the knights led their retinues to form cavalry, and the peasant infantry they brought lacked command, so they had to gather at the mountain pass with weapons.

Facing the "dark army" that came overwhelmingly, but with extremely steady steps and bullfighting faces, each and every one of them instinctively panicked.

If someone could raise their arms and call out, the thousands of soldiers who had already assembled would dare to charge forward with howls.

But no one!

There are also a group of defeated people who fled from Sarabrcken. They don't know who their current opponents are and they don't bother to care about them. As soon as these people entered the army with weapons, they were the first to retreat.

Not shouting "Our army is defeated" one after another is their last kindness.

At this moment, the Saxon army has leveled their spears one after another, and the real wall of spears has been completed.

"Ho Ho!"

"Ho Ho!"

With every roar, the Saxon army took a step forward, and the army pressed forward in an orderly manner. With their eyes wide open, they could already see clearly the eyes of their opponents, as well as pairs of anxious and nervous faces.

The Saxon army was attacking, and the battle did not really break out, even though the spearhead was almost at the enemy's throat.

While constantly pressing up, they continued to retreat. Even if more defenders joined the team, this retreat was not organized.

Until a middle-aged nobleman intends to be a hero.

Lord Blissgow leads his warriors into battle.

Is there anything more important than a horse in combat? In his heart, he didn't want Earl Metz to become bigger. Besides, the ownership of Saar has not to be confirmed by the king. If Briscoe has made meritorious service, maybe the land of Saargao will belong to him.

"Warriors! It's time for meritorious service! Follow me to kill the monsters of the dark north, don't care who they are, let's go!"

Yes, Baron Briscoe didn't know the identity of his opponent either.

No one knows the Saxon flag that Liudov himself invented later, at least they hold the cross flag aloft, and they must all believe in God.

First of all, they must be loyal to Ludwig, and no one knows which nobleman they are.

Soldiers are everywhere, and the cramped mountain pass area simply does not allow cavalry to fight. Baron Briscoe simply dismounted with his followers, and with this baron at least taking the lead, the soldiers who kept retreating finally stopped.

First of all, the Bristol army launched an attack. Even if it was densely packed with spears, if the descendants pushed the predecessors, even if they rushed up, they would surely die. The soldiers who were blocked from retreating fearlessly ran into the spear wall.

These people seek benevolence and obtain benevolence, but immediately encounter thousands of stabs.

The sharp and hard tip of the military thorn is not easy for the opponent to smash through the plate armor, but it can easily pierce the enemy's face and neck. Even if it is only the arm, it can quickly **** the combat effectiveness of the soldier.

Once it was poked, a terrifying huge blood hole was created, and the blood spurted out. The fatally injured soldier collapsed and was trampled into the mud by other soldiers.

Can courage also break through the wall of spears poking around? The first echelon of the Saxon Army was like a huge meat grinder. Those who charged towards it were stabbed one after another, and died quickly with fatal wounds.

There are also lucky people who escaped a few jabs, but could not escape the jabs of the spearmen in the back row. Even the attack does not necessarily come from poking. The spearman in the back row who is eager to kill the enemy faces the enemy who has successfully penetrated into the spear formation, and uses his own spear to ram the spear down fiercely like a grass and a rabbit.

Even a wooden stick can break a person's bones, not to mention that it has at least one spearhead.

Breaking into the spears means more blows, and the brave soldier is rammed to stare, and then stabbed to death by the spearhead.

"Look, my lord! Our army is advancing steadily, and the Metz people are being quickly killed by our army."

The retinue cavalry held a whip to guide Liudov in the direction. The former Duke of Westphalia had never fought such a smooth battle. He couldn't believe that a pure infantry team could fight against the enemy.

The reality is that his Saxon spearmen have obvious advantages, and the casualties suffered are minimal. The situation of the battle is completely beyond his expectations.

The brave Bristol army didn't stop at all. The baron didn't want to sacrifice Lothair for the sake of honor. He had tried his best, but the black demon army couldn't be stopped by himself.

Perhaps only the heavy cavalry could charge in and trample it down.

The courage that has just been ignited is being quickly extinguished, or those brave men have already moistened the battlefield with blood.

It was at this mountain pass that the intensity of the battle was no less than last year.

Hundreds of corpses of the Metz Army and Bristol Army lay on the ground. Even if the wounds were not fatal, as long as the wounded soldiers could not escape the battlefield by themselves, they would not be able to avoid the fate of being killed.

Because just at the end of the Saxony army's forward line group, some soldiers with iron swords and harpoons were tasked with stabbing the vital wounds of dying enemy soldiers who had not been trampled to death.

Soon, even the horseshoes of the cavalry led by Liudov himself were covered by the scarlet mud lake caused by the enemy's blood soaking the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of rust, and under the horses gradually appeared horrific corpses.

"My lord." A follower couldn't tell how excited he was: "Our army is invincible! In my opinion, Kaiserslautern is ours. If we seize the city and get the treasure, we will continue to go south."

"Are you so excited? That's fine! Let's continue to cash in, and take advantage of the once-in-lifetime opportunity to loot a lot."

Liudov, who can say such things, has also become Normanized in the eyes of his personal subordinates.

A follower cautiously asked: "But my lord, what if we do too hard? God will punish us."

"Haha! Listen to what this is talking about." Liudov squinted at this overly cautious subordinate.

"It's not a robbery!" Someone hurriedly covered his friend, and this person was also very talkative: "We were ordered to fight, and the property we got belonged to Ludwig. His money was stolen, and we are hunting the thief , Besides, according to the contract, Ludwig gave us his money. Is it wrong to take our money?"

This logical dialectics is really amazing, Ludwig has never imagined that there are wise men hidden among his own soldiers.

"Is that you, Fendrick?" he asked with a smile.

"it's me."

"You can talk, and I will reward you with a pound of silver after the battle." That's all, he shouted again: "All troops, follow me and continue to press."

Once the fight becomes a smooth battle, the smoother the battle, the more morale will continue to increase. The soldiers forget their fatigue and ignore their own losses even more.

The Saxons were, of course, suffering casualties, and the men of Metz and Brisgaard hurled some javelins and axes.

The Saxon army was crushed to death and injured, and the sad thing was that almost no one rescued them. The cramped battlefield is either the enemy or your own people, and wounded soldiers can be trampled to death by your own people.

Such casualties are still insignificant, thinking that the enemy's losses are even more terrifying.

The two warring parties did not attach as much importance to bows and crossbows and other long-range weapons as the Russian army. If Liudov had one and only one Russian flag team as an ally, the Saxons would be able to create a good show of Xu Jin's barrage.

Even if not, the battle is leaning towards the Saxon army.

Three thousand Metz, Bristol fighters could not stop two thousand Saxon vanguards, and thousands were killed or wounded, a loss that was sadly inexplicable.

The "Dark Spear Wall" is still advancing, and now the brave Baron Briscoe has suffered heavy losses, and he can no longer bear it anymore and chooses to flee with his own people.

"We are worthy of the king! These are the devil's apostles. Let the king's cavalry deal with them."

The baron was justifying his retreat, but it was also true that he had suffered heavy losses. The living soldiers fell into deep panic. They looked like soldiers, but in fact they all became terrified rabbits.

The morale of the Saxon army on the Yamaguchi battlefield was inflated. They saw that all the enemies were fleeing, and there were shameful backs of cowards everywhere.

"Have you already escaped?" Liudov, Duke of Saxony, remained unexpectedly calm now. He informed his followers and soldiers: "Go and tell the grafs not to launch a pursuit, and the whole army will defend on the spot."

But the victory already belongs to Saxony, why should the Duke be calm?

Facing the doubts of his subordinates, Liudov seemed to see everything clearly. He also reprimanded him for not being decisive enough: "What do you know? Don't forget that they still have cavalry. Their infantry can't beat us, they can only rely on cavalry. Go tell them, beware of cavalry attacks! Beware of a repeat of the Battle of the Elbe."

The subordinates no longer worry about it, and everyone will understand the so-called as long as they recall the Battle of the Elbe River.

They acted as messengers to inform the graf that all the flag teams took the Duke's words as facts, and they really began to line up to defend against the cavalry's impact.

Actual combat has proved that they have won, and now they believe that the best way to deal with cavalry is endless spears.

Liudov came prepared this time, and some of the carriages were loaded with not ordinary logistics food, but simple wood.

The bark of the straight young red pine is pulled out, and the trunk is further pinned just right with a scraper. Such a pine pole will act as a kind of repelling horse, with one end pinned sharply, and the warriors will hold it on their shoulders in groups of two, and begin to transport it to the front of the formation one after another.

It wasn't until they were ordered to suspend the attack that the Saxon soldiers on the front line began to feel tired.

All the exhaustion was worth it. Their boots stepped on the scarlet mud, and the blood began to turn into a stream and flow into the nearby Lauter River, and the river turned red again.

Just like two years ago, Liudov personally led the cavalry to the front line. The appearance of the Saxon cavalry seems to be swearing to the enemy that they are about to charge.

The soldiers who fled into the barracks continued to flee, for fear of being chased and killed by the "black cavalry" who were chasing up.

Liudov would never pursue. He walked in front of the formation himself, without any words of encouragement, and simply told everyone to face the cavalry.

Even if this kind of stagnation in front of the battle is a bit detrimental to the morale of one's own side.

He boasted that he had to do it. Of course the so-called Saxon army could pursue it, but if they entered an area full of buildings~www.mtlnovel.com~the advantage of spearmen fighting in groups would be lost.

Falling into a chaotic battle will inevitably cause heavy losses to the army. The most terrifying result is that the reorganized enemy cavalry will launch an attack against the defenseless infantry, which is the most classic Frankish crushing.

This is the army that Liudov put everything on the line to train. Once the loss is huge, it means that the dignified Duke of Saxony can only be a shrinking turtle for a long time in the future, and he may spend ten years licking his wounds.

Is it right or wrong to be so cautious?

Liudov has already made a decision.

All the veterans who had experienced the decisive battle on the Elbe Glacier were in front of the battle, and all the young brave men accompanied them. Each graf must set an example to prove his bravery to his fellow countrymen.

As a result, a more powerful spear wall is being built, and the Saxons are waiting for the cavalry to attack with a wait-and-see mentality.

They are willing to make this last bet. The so-called winning the last battle will bring the entire Kaiserslautern and the local wealth into the pockets of Saxony.