The Russ-Saxon coalition was advancing by sea and land.

This team is strong, and many soldiers saw the legendary Schleswig Great Wall and a town at the end of the Great Wall.

Liudov had a complicated attitude towards the towns ahead. He told Arik: "The front is Schleswig. I hope you will implement our agreement and only kill the resisters after the army has landed."

Arik nodded. "Okay. Indiscriminate killing doesn't excite me. I hope those people will surrender obediently."

The movement of the fleet was destined to be smooth, but the cavalry immediately faced the obstruction of the wall.

Fisk took the cavalry and could not fly over the wall. For the time being, they could only wait for the "Marines" who came down from the fleet to win quickly.

It is obvious that an army is lined up in the open space next to the town. They have cavalry and infantry, and their clothes are quite uniform.

Arik looked at the difficulty and was not surprised: "They? They look like regular soldiers of the Franks? I saw them in Bremen back then! Ah! They also have cavalry."

Liudov was also greatly surprised. He immediately understood and pointed out nervously: "I can guarantee that the Earl of Hamburg is here."

"Really a Frankish nobleman?"

"It's more than a big noble. You killed the Earl of Bremen, and the largest local noble is this Earl of Hamburg."

"Ah!" Arik slapped his forehead: "Could it be that he was the noble that the blue fox said? Then he really can't kill him. Damn, did those cavalrymen deliberately avoid the coverage of my arrows when they were there? What a smart guy. But If our cavalry arrives, it will be their defeat."

A Frankish army was lined up, even though their pattern didn't look very different from the Vikings.

Considering that the opponent's battle was very large, Arik, as the naval commander of the detachment, did not dare to attack rashly.

Look at the soldiers of the first flag team, they shouted and rushed to the town in high spirits.

Only fighting with powerful enemies can prove who is the most fierce flag team in the whole of Russia. These veterans of hundreds of battles are arrogant and unusual, but they were restrained by Arik as soon as they landed.

"Stay calm! Line up now! We'll line up as soon as the cavalry arrives."

He added: "Any looting, wait until the enemy in front of you is defeated!"

In the rear of the unit is the Russ-Denmark-Saxony coalition with a strength of more than 10,000 troops. As the de facto vanguard, Arik must win this unexpected battle.

The blocked door was unbolted by the soldiers, waiting for a while for the Ross cavalry to file in.

"Brothers, go! Our battalion is standing in the Frankish territory!" Fisk excitedly took the lead, taking on the role of meeting the infantry he led and lined up, and only then did he see the Frankish army lined up in an open space not far away.

For a moment, Fisker's scalp with only very short hair on the top of his head tightened, and the ecstasy in his heart instantly gave way to vigilance.

He at least led a team to stand in front of Arik and Ludov in front of the Russ-Saxon army, which had a total of 1,000 troops, who were waiting for the ships.

Holding a recurve bow, he asked eagerly, "What should we do? Let us cavalry go to fight first?"

"Perhaps inappropriate," said Liudov, frowning.

"You... a defeated noble, what are you worried about?"

The words offended people, and Ludov simply didn't like to reply: "You should be vigilant, the other party is also a regular Frankish cavalry. Don't forget, even if I was defeated, my soldiers also killed a lot of you. If you are negligent. ,you will die."

"Oh! Thanks for the advice. What else do you have to say." Fisk was already impatient.

"Because, the Earl of Hamburg must be there."

"Count of Burgers?!"

"Exactly. What should you do?"

"Of course I want to capture him!" Fisk did not expect that he would face such a situation, because the army would arrive in Hamburg sooner or later. According to the plan of the Great King Rurik, he also tried to capture the Frankish nobles as much as possible. The chips with the sky-high asking price, the bigger the noble, the better.

"Then attack! Look at their details." Arik encouraged.

"Alright, I have to prepare. Also." He said to Arik who was off the horse.

"how?"

"Give me at least twenty steel-armed crossbows."

"Ah? You have a recurve bow, what's the use of such a heavy infantry weapon? Oh...I understand." Arik smiled without saying a word, and immediately ordered his soldiers to take out all thirty of his own, and then Addition: "You should be very aware that you only have one chance to use this heavy weapon on a battle horse."

"Of course! One chance is enough. I'll hang in the saddle when I'm done."

The stubby arrows were inserted into the card slots, and the steel-armed crossbow had already been charged. The cavalry had to hold it with both hands, while the fingers had to hang the reins, which made the riding posture quite awkward.

The remaining 170 cavalry, armed with recurve bows, divided themselves into two teams and advanced slowly towards the Frankish army formation.

From Liudov's point of view, this group of Rus people are very rude, don't they even meet the nobles before the war? Really barbaric.

It is undeniable that this group of savages are dressed in the same fashion, and at first glance they are imitating the noble and gorgeous of the Frankish army, but unfortunately the barbarians are barbarians.

Since your opponents don't even want to negotiate, teach them politeness with a long, narrow and sharp lance!

Earl Robert, who was in his forties, heard that the leader of the Rus was a brat under twenty years old, and it was time to teach the young barbarian chief what war is.

He led the march, and the lances moved forward in unison, advancing steadily against the army of Ross's cavalry archers.

As a result, the two sides made a big horn, and at about one o'clock in the afternoon that day, the battle broke out immediately.

On one side are spears like a forest, and a moving phalanx is advancing steadily.

On one side are the horse archers who are skilled in bowing and horses and are divided into two groups.

Earl Robert tucked the lance under his arm. He stared straight at him without saying a word, and marked the attacking direction of the entire team with the lance. At his side, the soldiers who carried the flag were in hot pursuit, and the flag provided a clear identification for all cavalry.

It seemed that the Frankish cavalry was about to collide with the oncoming Russ cavalry.

I saw Fisk holding his recurve bow high and shooting arrows first.

The pointed arrows flew towards the Frankish cavalry in a dense cluster, which really startled the opponent.

Robert had never seen such tactics before. He bent down subconsciously and only supported the horse's head, while the wall under his arm was still tightly clamped.

He resisted the pressure and shouted to the surrounding soldiers: "Hold on! The family runs fast, stab them to death!"

The cavalrymen obeyed the order and kicked the horse's belly with their feet on the saddle. These tall and sturdy warhorses immediately accelerated and dashed forward, gradually reaching full speed.

The Ross cavalry had already completed the tactical division of troops, and the initial harassment was short and lacking in power.

Those steel-armed crossbows that have been wound for a long time have only one shot, and they will definitely not attack if the opportunity is not ripe.

When the unsuspecting flank of Count Robert was exposed to the Russ cavalry who completed the detour, lethal weapons and so on came the perfect moment.

Before, the Russ cavalry stood directly on the saddle and shot directly at Frank's tall horse with a crossbow.

According to the previous combat experience, and even the experience dictated by Instructor Pecheneg, they shoot people first and shoot horses! The half-pound arrow was fired quickly, and the accompanying vibration caused a burst of the soldier's arm.

The heavy arrow is quite short and thick, and its arrow cluster is a four-sided steel cone, which directly penetrates the horse's skin and penetrates deeply into the flesh and blood.

The warhorse immediately came to the end, and together with it, the heavily armored rider carrying the spear was directly overturned and slammed to the ground. This fall was enough to cause people to cough up blood.

This round of lethal attack was completely beyond Robert's expectations.

Heavy crossbow arrows and a large number of light arrows slammed into Robert's face, causing more than 30 war horses to fall, instantly losing one-seventh of their combat effectiveness.

The rushing Robert threw himself in the air. If he continued to charge forward, he would be able to collide with the main force of the enemy formation.

At the critical moment, he hesitated.

Robert looked ahead, his attack anticlimactic. Because the Ross cavalry was shooting arrows frantically behind their backs, and what was even more outrageous was that they also shot arrows at their infantry camp.

He looked back and saw his infantry position. The soldiers put wooden shields on their heads one after another, and he was relieved by the appearance of sticking to a stable front.

The squire asked: "Sir, what should we do? Will they directly overwhelm their infantry line?"

"No. We won't have a chance if we don't deal with those abominable cavalry archers. Follow me, turn around and continue to challenge them!"

So, the battle flag was waved in the opposite direction, a move that was in Fisker's hands.

The Ross cavalry in the standing state were all standing on the stirrups to shoot arrows. The stable conditions made this group of ruthless people who practiced frantically on weekdays go crazy.

The light arrows kept harassing the Frankish cavalry. Fortunately, the latter were also elite. The ring chain mail caught many arrows, and the arrows were clearly pierced into the flesh.

Seeing that these Frankish cavalry turned their horses and attacked again, the Russ cavalry standing on the pile once again formed two teams, adhering to the no-contact tactic, just swept past like an eagle, waiting for an opportunity for a "three-shot on the grassland".

Gradually, many Frankish cavalrymen had so many arrow feathers that they didn't even have time to unplug them. The horses were panting from exhaustion, and the soldiers endured their injuries and fought on.

There were many war horses lying on the side of the battlefield, and some seriously wounded cavalry soldiers seemed to be dead. Some dizzy soldiers stood up, and those who lost their horses hurriedly pulled up their injured companions, but they became the living targets of the Ross cavalry. They blocked with shields in vain and were eventually shot.

As long as the fighting continued, Robert's cavalry would gradually wither.

All of this is like a replica of the battle situation under the Aleb Fortress, and the Rus cavalry deliberately kept a farther distance, lest this group of enemies suddenly throw axe wildly to cause casualties.

For the first flag team of the Ross Army, who were watching the battle, the soldiers banged on their shields with great power.

The Saxon warriors north of the Great Wall, who had no sympathy for the Franks, joined the battle cry of the Rus.

For the defeated Ludov, he watched the duel between the cavalry from the perspective of a bystander. As an ally, he wanted the Ross cavalry to win. However, thinking that the 500 noble cavalry he brought from the fief had been wiped out, he could not wait for Count Robert to avenge himself.

However, Robert was defeated...

If he continued to fight, there was only one dead end. To make matters worse, his mount was also injured. There were at least five arrows stuck in his body.

He chose to retreat and join his infantry.

This is a fighter jet!

Arik watched this, and immediately knocked Ludov beside him: "Friend! It's time to fight, let your Saxon army advance."

"Ah! Actually I didn't want to kill them. Maybe I..."

"Idiot! Remember who you are now, the people on the shore are not your friends!" Arik kicked Ludoff fiercely, and only then did this contradictory man understand.

Ludov had raised the flag of rebellion, and his Saxon warriors wanted to fight more than he did.

The Russ-Saxon coalition began to press head-on, advancing slowly, while throwing arrows into the air.

Behold! Those warriors with wooden arms and crossbows stepped on the ring with their feet, and then placed light arrows from the quiver around their waists, and then lifted them up at a 45 angle.

They were in free-fire mode, accompanied by continuous fire from the Ross cavalry, for which Robert's army of more than a thousand had to carry their shields to death.

Robert finally saw the departure of Ross's army, he had paid a lot, and saw that some infantry had already fled the battlefield.

If you continue, your army will collapse, which means that the town of Schleswig will fall!

He withdrew to his main formation, ignoring the swish arrows, and roared at the infantry: "The Normans cannot be allowed to win! For faith! Charge for me!"

So, a magical scene happened!

Because Schleswig was cut down by the Normans a few years ago, and now the Frankish forces have taken it back. The new clergy is more devout, and the new baron is more courageous and honorable.

Priests in black robes held high the blacked-out cross and took the lead.

Seeing this, the baron raised his iron sword and called: "Warriors, for our faith, move forward."

He certainly wouldn't say "for the glory of Charlemagne", after all there were a large number of Saxons in the army.

But the soldiers still had strong suspicions, because those Normans had a very special flag. These peasant warriors are illiterate, and a few wise men and nobles fully understand the meaning of SAKSON on the flag.

"Is the enemy also a Saxon? Are we going to fight our own race?!"

On the other side of the battlefield, this question of the soul is what Liudov is tangled up in.

But now, because the depth of the battlefield is shortened, Robert is sure that his cavalry finally has a role.

At this moment, he has the last one hundred subordinates who can continue to fight, and many of them still have arrows hanging on them.

Robert gambled desperately and ordered: "Cavalry! Follow me again! Hit their front!"

As an earl, Robert has already given his life. If he has to die here, he will die vigorously.

The exhausted Frankish cavalry began a last-ditch effort, and upon seeing this, the Russ cavalry immediately evacuated collectively. Fisk is not stupid, his warhorse is too small, and his brothers are all archers. To fight against an enemy with a very long lance would be suicide.

Therefore, Fisk withdrew unkindly, and now Arik and Liudov's infantry line went to fight against this group of mad cavalry.

Just facing the impact of the cavalry, just because of its momentum, the front of the Saxon infantry collapsed in an instant!

Arik didn't expect this scene at all, he instantly blushed with rage, but he didn't care about Ludov and his soldiers at all.

"The soldiers of the first flag team! Hold on!" Arik continued to order without moving: "Shield wall!"

The collision still happened.

Whether it was the Russ Army or the Saxon Army, their lines were directly pierced by the Frankish cavalry, some soldiers were immediately pierced by lances, and many soldiers were smashed to pieces.

But it was indeed Robert's cavalry's last fight.

The front of the Saxon army had collapsed, and Ludov on the battlefield shouted Robert's name everywhere with his sword in hand.

The Frankish cavalry who threw their lances drew their swords and swung them wildly. Although the front line collapsed, the Saxon army did not withdraw. They immediately rushed towards the cavalry who had lost their momentum, cut off the horse's legs arbitrarily, and stripped the cavalry to death.

A cavalry with obvious special clothes is being besieged, it is this person who has a high force value, and this person is about to leave the battlefield.

"It's Robert." Liudov was startled, because the man was under siege and could not escape.

More than a dozen people reasonably slashed and killed its mount, and finally picked it off. Just when a short spear was about to stab him, Ludov saw it and smashed the Saxon warrior with all his might, ordering the angry soldiers not to act rashly.

Instead, Ludov's steel sword rested on Robert's neck.

"Kill me, barbarian..."

"Robert! Look at me!" Ludov growled, baring his teeth.

"you you?!"

"it's me."

"Count of Westphalia, what's going on? Why are you here? You..." Robert's eyes widened, he felt that the world was completely unreal, and he completely gave up his resistance.

There were endless shouts of killing in his ears, knowing that the battle between the infantry had begun! He estimated that his soldiers, who mainly depended on serving peasants, would most likely lose.

The defeat of the cavalry means his own defeat, but everyone is a glorious defeat, even if defeated.

However, this final battle has nothing to do with me~www.mtlnovel.com~ It is impossible to die in battle.

It was his current situation that was extremely embarrassing. In short, he and some of his remaining cavalry subordinates had become prisoners of war.

Facing the back of Liudov, who was commanding the battle, he scolded him as a traitor. Even if he couldn't understand why things developed like this, he even felt that this was actually a full set of perfidy.

After all, some time ago, it was Liudov who had written a letter for help.

Do not! Maybe he went to the Danish world on the order of Prince Ludwig, and he had colluded with the locals for a long time. Where is the help? ! Just lure yourself to kill! Ludov is a traitor! Betrayed the kingdom! Betrayed the faith! Betrayed a friend! even betrayed his family.

Robert stayed on the edge of the battlefield and continued to abuse, sitting and watching the brutal **** battle...

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