All the spears of the Saxon army are concentrating on the forward line. There are not only thicker horse-repelling spears that must be transported by horse-drawn carts, but the soldiers have also begun to dig holes on the spot. At the end of the spears, the enemy's corpse is used as a fulcrum, and a large number of spears face the enemy at a low angle.

Frontline veterans, they knelt together to save energy for the time being, and the follow-up soldiers all stood at attention with spears.

They tried their best to suppress the uneasiness and fear and remained calm. The blood from the spearhead dripped on their faces, wiped it off and continued to stare forward.

The next development of the battle situation is fundamentally inevitable by fate.

Liudov was originally from a great nobleman of the Frankish system, and he used to lead a powerful cavalry unit to fight, but now he is helpless to lead several former spearmen to fight.

Frank's expansion from a small tribe to a huge kingdom relied on the tactical advantage of cavalry. All nobles under the Frankish system were extremely superstitious about cavalry.

To break this superstition, unless you have suffered a lot. Liudov is such an unlucky nobleman, but here, he decided to help his enemy break the superstition, and tuition may be his life.

His calculations are completely correct. Kaiserslautern's infantry defenders can be said to have collapsed, but most of them are peasant soldiers recruited by surprise. How can such a person be admired by a proud cavalry? What's more, there are still a thousand standing cavalry sent directly by Lothair himself.

The standing cavalry, the Metz army cavalry, and finally think about face, and once again bring the retinue cavalry to join the main force.

The cavalry loyal to Lothair is gathering!

Kaiserslautern can't be lost! If something happens, you can only die in allegiance.

The eldest son of the Earl of Metz, the next generation of Earl Freibach, decided to launch a desperate assault, and the standing army reaffirmed its oath, and attacked with all the cavalry of the Metz Army.

They don't feel that the assault they are about to launch is tragic, on the contrary, everyone's morale is very good.

After all, the news of them stationed here is blocked, and they have never heard that the Frankish cavalry can still be defeated.

Until their own infantry was defeated, they still couldn't figure out which noble soldier the dark enemy was.

Anyway, they are all a group of infantry, they can run wild for a while, and when the Frankish cavalry arrives, there will be broken corpses all over the place.

No, Freibach himself raised his spear, and his Metz cavalry became a symbol.

"Warriors of the king!" Considering that the standing army is here, he deliberately elevated Lothair's status: "Allegiance to my king! Allegiance to the real Roman emperor, a worthy oath, let's go!"

Even though the soldiers in black are obviously more numerous, even the narrow mountain pass battlefield is not conducive to the breakthrough of the cavalry group.

One side is superstitious about the impact of cavalry, and the other side firmly believes that the wall of spears can smash everything.

"Hold on! Hold on! Don't be afraid, God bless us!" At this moment, Liudov was in the army, and he led the cavalry as a very conspicuous presence. Of course, also as an overseer, to ensure that the soldiers on the front line will not retreat.

Everything is fate, many soldiers simply closed their eyes. The hands holding the spear were shaking, and some people urinated directly.

The nobles ordered their own people to be steady, and they themselves set an example.

Based on the tactical cognition of the Saxons, as long as the first wave of cavalry strikes is overturned, the victory can basically be sealed.

The cavalry group was jogging at small steps, and the riders carried their spears on their shoulders for the time being, until the final sprint leveled it. They no longer use onion-peeling tactics, but directly hit them like a hammer.

Because there is no time to dawdle, the cavalry needs to use rapid dashes to destroy the enemy array, and only such a decadent morale can be restored.

Like an arrow leaving the string, Freibach has no way out. He must not be ashamed of his father or his family, but must give himself an account.

Some of the lower nobles of Metz also came here, and the next generation of earls took the lead in the charge, and they will also fight for honor and duty.

But war is war, and peasants who are despised by nobles, especially non-Frankish peasants, will be killed by nobles as well.

Even if Freibach finally noticed that the enemy had prepared a large number of spears for the cavalry group, it would be impossible to stop the horse from the brink.

He dismissed it at first until he felt the spear wall was a risk.

His face gradually turned pale, his eyes widened like Tonglings, but his hand holding the spear was still as hard as a rock.

The crash began fatefully.

The heavy cavalry rushed into the spear formation with men and horses. The horses were extremely afraid of this terrifying sharp object, but the horses could not stop their galloping in an instant.

The sharp spearhead pierced deeply into the horse's chest, piercing the heart and lungs in an instant.

A war horse was often hit by multiple spears, and even the horse's head was pierced.

The war horse was killed, but the powerful inertial impact did not diminish at all.

The cavalry weighing more than half a ton charged forward at extreme speed, and the spearheads were broken on a large scale, and the dead horses crashed head-on like an army formation.

The Saxon striker was knocked to the bone and vomited blood! Tragic casualties are happening!

All of this was actually within Liudov's expectations. The main problem is whether the loss can be tolerated.

The cramped battlefield suppressed the mobility of the cavalry, and the battle became a tower defense game. The first batch of cavalry was violently suppressed, and the cavalry of the Middle Kingdom collided with the Saxon army into a piece of meat.

Then the cavalry continued to attack, they dodged in no hurry, the horses simply passed over the former's body, and crashed into the Saxon army unsteadily.

Thanks to the protection of his subordinates, Freibach was not crushed to death by the flying and falling horses, but his subordinates had already vomited blood and died.

The horse that was tripped broke its leg in an instant, leading the rider in a front flip and smashing towards him. One-third of the cavalry had lost all combat effectiveness in the chaos, either died heroically in battle, or were crushed and unable to move.

Those cavalrymen who were just thrown off ignored the buzzing in their heads, drew out their sabers and charged immediately.

retreat? Or rectify the troops and fight again? Or join the fight now without hesitation?

Freibach wanted to retreat one after another, and then find a horse to continue commanding the remaining cavalry to fight.

However, he has been **** in the chaos army.

The spears of the Saxons are still stabbing, and the warriors who lost their spears carried axes and swords, mainly axes, and the ax bearers rushed into the mountain pass field filled with horse corpses and slashed and killed the enemies who fell to the ground. The guy smashed into a meat sauce.

Drenched in blood in black clothes, the warrior chose enemies everywhere with a red face and bared teeth.

Freibach was not interested in fighting at all, but he was dressed in heavy armor and dressed very carefully. He was targeted, and immediately began a difficult and chaotic battle.

In the eyes of the Frankish cavalry in a dilemma, the next generation of Count Metz is really a great hero. One person was struggling with more than a dozen people to kill them.

He is so noble, wouldn't it be a loss to the empire if he died in battle?

The lower-ranking nobles of the Metz army had the obligation to rescue their commander. They happily decided to continue fighting and simply abandoned their horses and rushed forward on foot.

The bravery of these warriors had an impact on the standing cavalry, who also dismounted in large numbers and went into battle as heavy infantry.

However, Freibach's own ability is limited.

A young Saxon jumped and threw him down, who was exhausted, and the rest of the soldiers rushed up, took out their daggers and stabbed him randomly.

Even if the Saxon's dagger is bent, it can't break the defense against Freibach.

"Stop stabbing, drag this man away!" A soldier's call made everyone suddenly realize.

The soldier untied his trouser belt as a rope, bound his hands and feet, and forcibly dragged this noble man away on the battlefield full of corpses.

It is a miracle to be captured in a chaotic battle. It was a miracle that the soldiers took the captured Freibach away safely.

The chaotic battle continued to ferment, and the situation had begun to lose Liudov's control. Fortunately, the cavalry was dismounting on a large scale, and there were no infantry reinforcements behind the cavalry.

Lyudov stands on the battlefield like a statue, his presence keeps the soldiers' morale up.

He has such a personality. Even if he was besieged by the Danish Ross coalition forces with amazing strength in Aleb Fortress, he was not a nobleman who was automatically captured in the end. He did persist in fighting to the end, and it was not only the kindness of King Ross who survived until now.

The northern world respects fighters the most, and Liudov's spirit of fighting to the end has at least been recognized by all the Vikings.

"Advance! Sound the trumpet, so that the follow-up soldiers will fully join the battle." He ordered.

Soldiers still try their best to maintain the spear wall. If it has been broken, they will pick up the broken wooden pole and rush to the enemy, creating opportunities for comrades to kill the enemy.

The two armies fought on the horse corpses, no longer talking about tactics, and the battle was turning into a chaotic battle.

However, the number of Saxon spearmen was too large. Under the absolute superiority of troops, the dismounted cavalry who had no food to eat in a hurry, they persisted for a while, and the collapse was inevitable.

The soldiers brought the well-dressed captive to Liudov like a wild deer.

"How many of you? Why don't you fight?" His eyes were harsh with murderous intent.

"My lord, have we captured an unusual prisoner?"

"What's so unusual? Do you still want to capture prisoners?"

"Perhaps a nobleman."

"Really?" Liudov turned his head to look seriously, and saw that his gold-plated belt completely agreed with his subordinates.

"You... are not my soldiers. Tell me your names."

A farmer still has his own clever name? It was enough that Liudov remembered their village and which local count they belonged to.

"Okay. I will stay here. You continue to fight and grab your own spoils. Once you find out your noble status, you will be rewarded generously."

So, they laughed and threw themselves into the fight again.

From the perspective of the Middle Kingdom army, they were once again leaderless. Those standing armies and those who were not purely fighting to the death did not retreat. After paying a high price, their morale collapsed and they could only retreat.

The dismounted cavalry who had withdrawn from the battlefield quickly grabbed a horse, kicked on the stirrups, turned on the horse, and then quickly fled the battlefield.

Kaiserslautern's defense completely collapsed, and the counterattack by cavalry shocks to rebuild morale not only went bankrupt, but greatly accelerated the collapse.

Baron Bristol had already died in the chaotic battle. He obviously didn't want to die in such a haste. It was this defeatist noble who loyally loyal to his monarch.

More than half of the two standing army banner teams were lost, and the banner captains were also wounded. Enduring the bleeding wounds, they insisted on this tone and planned to flee to Strasbourg to report to the king.

As for the soldiers from Sargau, they broke down once, but this time they saw that something was wrong and ran away. But they were kind at the last moment. The dead frost and youngest son of the dead Baron Sargau were sent away by each other. Their destination is still Strasbourg. These soldiers hope that the king can bestow the baron's young and ignorant son as the new baron, so that everyone can become a follower.

As for their guarding of Kaiserslautern, no one cared.

The rout is rushing towards Brisgow on the upper reaches of the Saar River, and the largest number of routs is the Metz army.

Coincidentally, Adalbert, Earl of Metz, who knew nothing about the sudden changes on the front line, was still in Brisgow and slowly heading north.

In his opinion, there is no need for his main force to be stationed in Kaiserslautern. The local army is overcrowded, and the newly arrived army needs to choose a more open place to station.

After all, Lothar's goal is Mainz, and Adalbert, who has a large number of troops, is more willing to camp in an open area near the Roman Avenue for the convenience of attack.

The overwhelming rout of soldiers and a small number of refugees went retrograde along Mainz Avenue, and they were on high alert to the new Metz Army like a frightened bird.

The stupid misunderstanding didn't stop until Metz's defeated army met his own Earl.

The knights gathered around the count with their crippled retinue, and they spoke of the disaster that had just happened in Kaiserslautern and worse.

"What? My son...is dead?" Adalbert, who was astonished, suddenly got angry, covered his head and fell limp from the horse.

With the support of the servant who had dismounted in an emergency, the count who was already sitting on the ground slowly woke up.

"Speak quickly! Those in the know, tell me that Freibach is not dead...not dead!"

However, as he learned more detailed instructions, Adalbert was willing to believe that his eldest son had died a heroic sacrifice, and that he was indeed loyal to the king with a worthy oath.

Adalbert is already old. In fact, he is less than fifty years old, but a series of experiences make him look extremely old.

He was instinctively unwilling to accept the misfortune of losing a child in old age, even though he had a young son, Odobach.

Adalbert was furious, blushed and lost his mind. He drew his sword angrily: "Go to Kaiserslautern, unless I see my son's body. And those soldiers in black, follow me and kill them!"

The news that the eldest son was killed was only the account of the rout of soldiers, no body was found, not even direct witnesses.

On the way to continue to march, he kept thinking, and he had a thought: "Maybe he was captured? Maybe he escaped?"

But thinking about it again, Adalbert would rather believe that his son died in battle. If he was a fugitive, the family couldn't afford to lose this old face.

Regarding the identity of the army in black, he took it for granted that it was a nobleman loyal to Ludwig.

The fiefdoms are all in the northern and eastern borders of the empire, and Ludwig is fighting with all kinds of aliens~www.mtlnovel.com~ It is perfect for Ludwig to take the opportunity to subdue a group of servants to work for him.

If it is an uncivilized servant army, the son will be humiliated if he falls into their hands, right? If so, Freibach might as well die a heroic death.

No matter how you speculate, Adalbert's order was to go north to increase troops. Since Kaiserslautern is in trouble, he can take it back by himself.

Adalbert was actively gathering the rout, and also learned that Baron Briscoe was indeed killed, so his soldiers would be taken back for his own use. He was dissatisfied that the standing army did not all serve the king, and he ordered them to fulfill their promise, and the soldiers of the standing army who had fled were returned to his command.

Adalbert's strength grew rapidly. With the rout and the troops he had brought, his strength had already reached eight thousand, but he had to waste time in doing this.

He wanted to ensure that his counterattack winning rate was as high as possible, and considering that Ludwig himself was obsessed with Kaiserslautern, he might have to fight this great nobleman as soon as he met him.

It's good to be more prepared, but the situation is far beyond his imagination.