"Don't pull the cross lever too tightly! Loosen a little more!" Simon looked at the enemy getting closer and closer and estimated the torque required for this launch.

"Just that, let it go!"

"clatter!"

Another basket of pebbles flew towards the team where Baron Arnhem was charging, but this time the accuracy was much better than the previous shot.

"You!"

A pebbles hit the head of an elite Baron Arnhem wearing an iron helmet. With the loud collision between the stones and the iron helmet, the soldier had lost consciousness before he could make a cry of pain and fell to the ground.

"Um!"

A private soldier wearing thick cotton armor was hit by a stone in his chest. He opened his eyes wide and knelt on the ground, but he could not breathe and made a sound. After a while, blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth, and his green pupils began to dissipate.

The two poor private soldiers in front were actually quite good, and at least they could keep a complete body. More importantly, many ordinary peasant soldiers without any armor protection were smashed to pieces and their skulls were cracked.

"My God, I don't want to die here!"

A peasant soldier saw a companion who had "winned the grand prize" on the left, and a bright blood flower bloomed on his face. Looking closely, what a guy, this "lucky" guy's entire facial bone was smashed, and the stone was deeply embedded in his skull. All kinds of red and white things were flowing on the grass like springs.

Seeing the fellow villagers who were bragging and farting with him before and jokingly died so miserably, the peasant soldier's last psychological defense was destroyed, and suddenly shouted hysterically and ran towards the opposite direction of the team's charge.

"Puchi!"

A bald private soldier sent the sword in his hand into the peasant soldier's chest, and the creepy howling came to an abrupt end.

"The Baron has an order. All those who dare to retreat and escape will confiscate all their property and then expel them from the territory!" The bald private soldier who had been following the Baron for a long time drew out a bloody short sword, kicking the peasant soldier with despair in his eyes like a bag of garbage, and then shouted loudly to the soldiers around him.

"What a fucking hell! It seems that I'm going to die here today!" The morale of these peasant soldiers who had never seen such a bloody scene had subsided by more than half. What is still driving them forward is Baron Arnham's damn chilling and desperate order.

The launch of Simon's catapult directly caused the infantry team that Baron Arnhem was charging into a brief chaos, causing about twenty or thirty people to suffer varying degrees of damage and causing them to lose their combat effectiveness.

Even some of their timid and cunning guys took advantage of the chaos to pretend that they were hit by a stone, and threw themselves to the ground and pretended to be dead.

...

"Swoosh", "Swoosh", "Swoosh"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Baron Isel's twelve archers, plus a small Klein, lined up in a row to Simon's catapult car and shot arrows at the Arnhem cavalry who were raiding from afar.

However, this round of shooting basically did not injure the enemy's cavalry moving at high speed.

"Shoot another round! I'll see if I shoot! Whoever shoots me will be exempted from taxes for the whole month!" Baron Iser was very annoyed and shouted at the archers.

I don’t know if the archer felt the touch or was inspired by tax exemption, but in this round of shooting, an arrow hit a horse of an enemy light cavalry.

After all, this inferior horse, which was originally used to carry goods, could not be compared with a war horse. It stopped under the pain, raised its horse's hooves high, and stood up, directly throwing the light cavalry on its back to the ground.

But the light cavalry still held the reins tightly and quickly struggled to stand up and ride on his horse again.

Unfortunately, the frightened pack horse did not give him a chance, but fled towards the woods on the edge of the plain, and dragged the light cavalry, who was reluctant to let go of the reins in his hand, on the grass for a long distance.

"Stop shooting!" Seeing that his son Sir Solger was about to fight with Arnhem's cavalry, Baron Iser waved his hands to the archers.

...

"Put the flat cavalry spear!" At this time, Baron Arnhem and Sir Solger, who were leading the heavy light cavalry to charge, issued instructions to their men almost at the same time.

The two teams of cavalry who had originally erected their cavalry in the stirrups put the cavalry flat and clamped the handle of the gun at the other end under their armpits.

"God, please bless me!" Sir Solge stared at the enemy cavalry that was getting closer and closer through the small slit in his eyes of his fully enclosed battle helmet, and felt the rifle in his hand that was shaking with the horses.

"It's now!" Sir Solger, who had been training to stab at a gun since he was a child, almost had muscle reactions and accurate intuition. At the moment when he was about to catch the enemy, he slightly raised the rattle in his hand that was bumping.

"Sher!"

Feeling the huge resistance coming from his hand, Solge was delighted. He knew he had succeeded.

Solger's spear stabbed Sir Kuhn's shoulder. The sharp spear tip instantly destroyed Sir Kuhn's strong riveted mail, and penetrated his body hard into the flying lock ring.

"Click!"

Immediately afterwards, the rifle in Solger also made a huge breaking sound.

At the same time, the two teams passed by at high speed, and some people screamed and fell off the horse.

The cavalry rifle in the hand of an Arnhem light cavalry pierced directly through the chest of an Isel light cavalry, skewed him on his cavalry like barbecue on a bamboo stick.

An experienced Isel heavy cavalry actually shot the leather throat protection of an Arnhem heavy cavalry opposite, tearing the flesh and blood of half of his throat.

"Uncle Senmu, are you still alive?" Solge, who survived the disaster, called the name of another knight who charged with him, but received no response.

"Young Master, Lord Sem just was killed by Baron Arnhem!" A light cavalry said to Solge carefully. The light cavalry had just seen Sem in his stomach being stabbed by Baron Arnhem's spear.

"No!!!"

Solge immediately turned around and saw a familiar figure lying in the abdomen of a broken gun inserted into his abdomen in the messy corpses scattered on the ground. It seemed that he could not survive.

Although he personally ended the damn evil-doing Sir Kuhn, his uncle's death also made Solger fall into great grief.

...

After receiving the enemy, Solge and Baron Arnhem both chose to go to the open space on both sides of the battlefield. They did not dare to take the risk of leading such a small handicap into the dense enemy formation with spears and long forks.

Taking advantage of the gap between the cavalry, the two Simon's guard soldiers had already pushed the catapult cart and retreated to the rear of the battle formation with the archers. At this time, the ordinary peasant soldiers standing in the front row were holding a dung fork in their hands.

"It's so damn! I curse Baron Arnham, a bad beast who is worse than a pig or dog!" Seeing the knight who had been loyally following him for many years die, Baron Isel was furious, his expression was distorted, and his eyes were red, "Everyone, attack!"

"Kill!" Baron Isel's soldiers roared loudly and pressed towards Baron Arnhem's troops in chaos.

After Simon's previous two rounds of catapult attack, the number of infantry soldiers on both sides is now almost the same.

"All private soldiers and free peasants, come with me to the right wing!" Baron Iser said, and then shouted to Simon, "Sir Simon, take your men to protect the left wing!"

"Okay sir!" In the chaos and noise, Simon had to respond with his greatest voice and give an order, "All the Fold Village militia, follow me to the left wing!"

Simon and Baron Issel took their elite soldiers through the group of serf soldiers wearing only thin clothes and full of sweat and smell, and came to the far left and right of the queue.
Chapter completed!