"Archer, shoot!" Baron Isel turned his head and shouted at the archers behind the team.

At this time, the troops of both sides were only more than 100 meters apart. The archers who were following behind the infantry formation of the Iser army pulled out arrows from the quiver, raised their hands and placed their bows to shoot quickly at the enemy's rushing team.

"Fold Village militia, shield wall!" Simon saw that the archers behind the enemy's formation also raised their bows, and immediately shouted at his soldiers.

"Da!" "Swhoo!"

With the sound of crisp trembling bowstrings and the sound of arrows breaking through the air, two waves of arrows passed by like meteors, crossing the sky above the battlefield, roaring towards the enemy's queue.

Simon saw an arrow flying towards him and quickly raised the kite-shaped shield in his hand.

"Huang!" Only the crisp sound of the wooden shield was heard, an arrow was inserted into the shield, and the white feathers at the tail were still trembling.

Although there are only a dozen archers on both sides, the shooting rate of arrows is very high due to the dense formations of charge on both sides.

"Ahhh!" A peasant soldier was inserted into his arm by an arrow, and immediately threw away the feces fork in his hand, covering his bleeding wounds, howling loudly in pain.

"Woooo!" The peasant soldier, who was pierced through his throat by a bow and arrow, had dark red blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, looking at his comrades who were continuing to charge around him in a daze.

"It's so dangerous!" The Simon guard soldier wearing a Norman helmet walked in front of him and felt scared to be scared. If the bow and arrow were not shot on the smooth iron helmet and bounced away, he would have passed away just now.

"I'll go!" A soldier wearing a cotton armor and a layer of leather armor suddenly felt his chest numb, and his entire person was hit by the huge kinetic energy and his center of gravity was unstable, so he sat on the ground. However, after being shot, the kinetic energy and power were not very high, and it did not penetrate the soldier's double protection.

"Despicable archer, bah," the wealthy free peasant soldier spitted a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, pulled out the arrows inserted on the armor and threw them on the ground and stepped on them, "When I break through the cheap peasant in front of you, it's time for you to have different bodies and heads!"

In fact, many medieval aristocratic knights and wealthy free soldiers looked down on archers very much. One reason is that the cost of bows and arrows is cheaper than iron refrigeration weapons and is regarded as weapons used by the poor.

More importantly, if an arrow hits the throat or face of a knight wearing mail in battle, it is equivalent to a modest ordinary hunter simply raising his hand to shoot an arrow and killing a professional warrior with noble blood and training combat skills since childhood.

Although archery is also one of the compulsory courses for knights, basically no knight can accept this kind of frustrating way of death that is killed by untouchables at a long range.

………

Just as an Arnhem archer stared at the front and was about to pull out the next arrow, a sharp sword cut half of his neck.

An archer next to him heard the screams coming from his side and felt a warm liquid sputtering on his face. Just as he turned his head, a sword stabbed directly through his eyes.

"Cabin! Cavalry!" An elderly Arnhem archer in armed clothes shouted loudly at his companion, quickly touching his hand to his waist, but found that he had only a short dagger. When he came to his senses and raised his head, a wolf-tooth hammer became bigger and bigger in his vision.

Sir Solger led the remaining two heavy cavalrymen and three light cavalrymen in a big circle on the side of the battlefield and rushed from the back to Arnhem's archers shooting in the back row.

If Baron Arnhem had not led the cavalry to charge himself, but commanded himself in the formation, perhaps such a tragedy would not have happened. Now the commander of the Arnhem infantry and archers team is just a soldier who usually rises up by flattery.

"Damn!" Baron Arnhem and several of his surviving cavalry moved to the rear of Baron Isel's army, and happened to see his archers being slaughtered. His eyes were so angry that they were so angry that they were furious, "Kill! Kill their archers too! Don't leave them!"

However, Baron Issel, who was commanding in the team, seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. When he heard the dense sound of horse hooves coming from behind, he quickly drew a dozen elite private soldiers holding spears and twenty peasant soldiers holding pitchforks at the end of the team to guard the rear wings.

"Master?" An Arnhem light cavalry saw that more than 30 soldiers with long-handled weapons suddenly appeared on the rear wing of the Iser army, and couldn't help but look at Baron Arnhem anxiously.

"God, why do you protect that damn Baron Isel everywhere?" Baron Arnham felt a little cold, and he tried his best to restrain his anger and reluctance. "By bypass the rear wing, you go to entangle their cavalry, I have to return to the formation to command the group of stupid pigs myself!"

Baron Arnham tried hard to maintain his rationality and calmly analyzed the current situation in his mind. If Sir Kuhn and another heavy cavalry were not dead, he could lead the way forward with two heavy cavalry riding horses, leading the light cavalry behind him to tear Isel's team directly from the rear wing.

But now the only remaining light cavalry are just riding inferior pack horses and riding horses, and they have no way to break through the spear formation on the rear wing of the Iser army. The best countermeasure now is to let the remaining light cavalry lead the enemy cavalry to ensure the safety of the side and rear wings of their own army.

………

The archers have stopped shooting. The armies of both sides are now only less than thirty or forty meters apart.

At such a close distance, Simon could even clearly see the facial expressions of each enemy. He noticed that except for the elite noble private soldiers in Baron Arnhem's army, all the other peasants had almost fear and despair on their faces.

On the other hand, because the enemy army was mass-killed by Simon's catapult, their number advantage was cut off, in the eyes of most of the Baron Isel's army and private soldiers, what was rushing towards the opposite side was not the terrible enemy, but dark red and shiny copper coins.

"Everyone uses spears and short swords!" Simon saw that the soldiers on the left and right wings of the enemy were basically Arnhem private soldiers and free agents wearing thick cotton armor and hard leather armor, and immediately asked some soldiers holding swords to retract their slashing weapons to their waists.

Leather and cotton armor have a great effect on cutting and slashing weapons. However, if you encounter sharp stabbing weapons, it will be a bit too good to see.

"Catch the enemy!" With Baron Isel's loud shouts and the crazy roars of the soldiers on both sides, bright blood flowers appeared in the front row of the two teams, and screams rang out.

The peasants without armor and shields in the middle wing were the most tragic. Anyone who was chopped by a firewood axe or stabbed by a manure fork, could be taken away by a large piece of flesh and blood and stabbed by a deep wound.

An unlucky peasant soldier even cut his abdomen with an axe and his intestines flowed all over the ground. Several people who accidentally stepped on him fell.

The originally peaceful and beautiful green grass was instantly stained with blood, scattered with various corpses and incomplete human organs, becoming a tragic and bloody purgatory on earth.

At this moment, loud screams came from the right wing of Iser's army.

"You humble and lowly wild dog, the stupidest swineherd in East Friesia," Old Baron Issel waved his exquisite gold-silver-plated sword, cursing while cutting off the head of an Arnhem private soldier. "You have really wasted your parents' night!"

It was quite interesting to fight the old baron. If it weren't for the war now, Simon would have been so happy that he couldn't stand up.

On the left wing of the army, Simon's guard soldiers were stabbing the daggers and spears into the bodies of Arnhem private soldiers.

"Go to die!" An Arnhem soldier suddenly cut the battle axe in his hand towards a Simon guard soldier with a flaw exposed, but he polished a spark on the iron ring inlaid on the surface of the leather ring-shaped armor on his chest, leaving a deep scratch.
Chapter completed!