Chapter 67, Knight, charge!

Looking at the knights who were lured and shot down one after another, the lowland lords were almost angry and vomited blood on their horses. These knights were almost their old capitals, and many of them were their relatives and friends. However, under the tricks of the despicable Pumen Bruces, these elite knights were stabbed to the ground by spears. The lords saw the Pumbrus pike soldiers wearing colorful clothes, as gorgeous as nobles. Their square formation usually squatted down and raised the spears in their hands slightly. The spearmen in the second and third rows straits flattened the spears.

Holding the enemy in front, the spearmen behind held the spear up like a forest. The densely staggered spear formation squeezed the narrow shallows out of water. The knights who rushed to the front saw the dense spear head and hurriedly wanted to stop the war horse. They pushed the horse across and turned the horse head, but the knights behind them couldn't see it, and pushed the companions in front forward. As a result, the people in front were passively hit the wall made of the spear head. The war horse under their crotch was stabbed by the spear head and jumped and neighed, making the scene even more uncontrollable.

"Lermondo, what should I do? Retreat the troops." Pedro took off his mask, his face pale as if he was dead, and he said to Lermondo with his trembling lips.

"No, if you withdraw your troops at this time, you will be chased by the enemy." Lemondo saw his knight being knocked off his horse and trampled on by his war horse. Many knights were suffocated to death in his armor. He clenched his fists angrily, but he told himself to calm down, so he did not look at the knights who were killed, and carefully observed the changes in the battlefield.

"What should we do now?" Pedro, who was already in vain, took off his helmet and sweat flowed down his forehead.

"Continue to charge." Lemondo gritted his teeth and said fiercely. The situation on the battlefield was suppressed and beaten, and he also became angry. Relying on the power of three thousand knights, he wanted to break through this shallow. As long as he rushed through this narrow terrain that made the knights unable to stretch, it would be a massacre against these infantry knights.

"Okay, everyone charge." Lemondo's suggestion gave Pedro a backbone at once. A sickly rosy appeared on his face. He put on his helmet again and waved his sword fiercely, and issued an assault order for the entire army. At this time, not only the knights, but also all the soldiers in the lowland territory, including the crossbowmen, drew out their melee weapons and rushed towards the shallows with a scream.

"Sir, the enemy is crazy, they blew the trumpet of the entire army." Bald Otto looked at the camp of the lowland army that was already at a disadvantage in surprise, and suddenly there was a harsh trumpet sound. Ten thousand lowland soldiers rushed towards the shallows like predatory ants, instantly crowding the narrow shallows.

"Order all the spearmen to press, and the two-handed swordsmen to leave a team, and they all pressed up." Schwab was also very surprised. In his thoughts, the morale of these lords who were hit should be shaken. Unexpectedly, they still have the courage to launch a full-army assault. At this time, the four captains and spearmen who were defending the river mouth were under great pressure. If the enemy broke through the defense line, it would be unimaginable. Schwab must guard the river mouth that was most beneficial to him at all costs.

"Kill~~~." Half of the lowland knights rode their horses, and the other half came down from the horse and became pedestrian knights and rushed towards the Pumbrus spearmen. These knights in armor relied on their armor and used their swords to push the spear head in front of them, and then rushed into the square formation. This reckless and effective tactic was very effective. Many knights began to imitate this tactic. They used their bodies and weight to break through the enemy's defense line just like later rugby players.

"Ah~~~." The Pumenbruce mercenaries who were hit staggered into the arms of their companions behind them. The spear in their hands broke a lot under the impact, and the defense line composed of square formations was about to be broken.

"Ping, ping~~~." At this time, the artillery soldiers raised the improved hand cannons in their hands, aimed at the knights carrying heavy armor, and then ignited the gunpowder twist of the hand cannon. The horses and knights, who were frightened by this unknown weapon, were pushed out by the sapters who had recovered.

"Give up the gun and draw the sword." The experienced sergeant commanders among the spearmen judged according to the current combat situation that the long-distance spear no longer works. They ordered their soldiers to give up the spear, draw out the sword and various melee weapons that usually hang around their waists. The mercenaries who reacted immediately threw away the spear, drew out the sword and blunt weapon that could effectively deal with the armor, and also the sharp crane-mouth battle hoe. Under the fierce attack, this narrow and sharp battle hoe was nailed into the knight's armor with the crane-mouth part at the front. It is one of the common weapons used by civilians to deal with the knight's armor.

In the narrow space, soldiers from both sides were crowded together. One side tried desperately to rush over for victory, while the other side tried desperately to stop the other side's breakthrough. The mercenaries tried their best to cut the eggs under the crotch with daggers, and used their fingernails to buckle the eyeballs in the gap in the knight's armor. Various screams were intertwined. The clean river water gradually turned red, like a hellish scene.

"Charge, charge." The lowland lords were like gamblers, begging everything they had with red eyes, and shouted desperately to push the last soldier under them to the battlefield.

"Oh~~~." At this time, the two-handed swordsmen sent by Schwab rushed into the shallows in the battle with a high sword. They were experienced swordsmen. The sword in their hands rotated like a windmill and skillfully stabbed into any enemy's body close to them. With the movement of stabbing and drawing the sword, the blood gradually dyed their bodies and armor red. The beards of these Pummenbruces who like to have big beards gradually turned red, which made Schwab understand the reason why Frederick the Great's nickname was "Red Beard". The Pummenbruces in the battle were honest people who were angry. Once they were ignited, these honest people would be possessed like gods of war. They would not stop without stabbing their opponents into hornet's nests.

"The miserable and hopeless team." Schwab frowned and looked at the situation of fierce fighting. Although the spearmen and the two-handed swordsmen fought bravely, their sergeant commanders repeatedly promised to hold on until the last moment, Schwab could not take risks, so he suppressed the miserable and hopeless team. These prisoners who were eager to make contributions screamed and joined the battle, slowly consolidated the defense line.

"Damn it, go ahead~~~." Seeing the blocked defense line again, Lemondo angrily drew his sword and hit the horse hard with the spur, jumped up and rushed into the battlefield.

"Lermondo, come back soon." Pedro, who was busy commanding, saw Lemondo rushing into the battlefield, shouted anxiously, and sent the inner-domed knights beside him to follow him.

"Follow me." Lemondo saw the inner knights who came to guard him, waved at them, and led them to slowly wade towards the other side of the shallow. It turned out that Lemondo found that although the water was deep here, the water flow was not fast at all. He led the team of people to gradually cross the swamp forest on the river bank in the chaos. With the obstruction of trees, the team of people actually successfully avoided Schwab's eyes and ears.

"Sir, look, there is the enemy's chief general." At this time, a knight in the inner palace pointed his hand at the nobleman surrounded by a team of two-handed swordsmen and Husar cavalrymen. A young servant behind the nobleman held up the eagle flag.

"That's right, look at the flag, it should be the hateful Count of Stettin." Lemondo's mouth raised. As long as he killed or captured the enemy's general, then this battle would be the victory of the lowland lords.

"Can we kill now?" asked the Knight.

"Well, get on the horse and charge him off guard." The reason why Lemondo took action at this time was because Schwab and others were completely attracted by the frontal battlefield. As long as his cavalry could shake the enemy's general camp, the morale of the frontal Pumbrus soldiers who thought they were attacked on their backs would definitely collapse.

"Charge~~~." This team of only twenty people rode on horseback and slowly approached Schwab and others who were unconscious. They carefully avoided shrubs and trees and suddenly appeared five hundred steps away from Schwab and others.

"Sir, the enemy is here." The young servant William was asking for the blessing of his young servant. The young servant was not very concerned about fighting and fighting. Looking around, he suddenly saw a cavalrymen holding the enemy's flag rushing out of the swamp on his right side. Seeing their appearance rushing straight towards Schwab and his own direction, he shouted without hesitation.

"Damn it, it's the enemy, how did they come." Baron Koro, who reacted quickly, immediately commanded the Husar cavalry to move to the right, and General Bruce also sent the knights to surround him for the safety of Prince Masimilk. Only Schwab was of course not under his protection. Fortunately, Schwab was used to retaining a reserve team, and this loyal team of two-handed swordsmen protected Schwab in the middle.
Chapter completed!