The soldiers of the brigade on the walls of various places suddenly cheered, and they looked along the wall battlements to see that the sharp arrow feathers shot by the porcupines smashed on the horses of the Turkic cavalry in front of them, like boiling water sprinkled on a large group of black ants, and in the painful screams, the Turkic cavalry who shot the first rows drank arrows, carried double reins, and rolled and fell on the ground with men and horses, killing and wounding all over the ground.

Two or three seriously wounded cavalrymen struggled, trembling and reaching out, and crawled up half of their blood-stained bodies from the chaotic scene - at this time, several brigade crossbowmen behind the sub-wall platform immediately poked out their heads and arms, and several featherless crossbow arrows flew straight out of the crossbow machine trough, poof, poof, and the Turkic cavalrymen who were lucky enough to survive from the hail of porcupine arrows spasmed twice like electric shocks, and fell to the ground and swallowed their breath.

The Turkic cavalry in the back began to form a guerrilla formation, drawing their bows and shooting arrows at the helmets sticking out from behind the various sub-walls. Because they knew that this kind of crossbow that shot arrows intensively had only so much effective firepower, and now that the believers in front of them had died, it was time for them and their successors to fight bravely.

Here, Decius and the rest of his comrades raised their shields of various colors, and countless arrows flew from all directions, and in the violent noise, some of them shot into the shields, and some of them shook and shook their arms, and some of them bent in the collision, until the skirt deck and boots hurt.

The sound of trumpets and drums rose to the sound of hula, and Decius lowered his shield, and the shields that had been erected by his comrades on the left and right around him also shook at the same time, and the dazzling smoke and sunlight flowed unobstructed into his eyes, imprinting into the sweeping and galloping figure of the Turkic cavalry. He looked sideways and saw that on the walls on the left and right, some of the garrison soldiers fell from arrows, while others gritted their teeth and pulled out axes, spears and hooks from behind the wall, and braved the flying arrows to poke and slash under the wall to prevent the Turkic soldiers from dismounting and climbing. Many of the military servants, bent down the sub-wall, shouted, and pulled the horses in front of his ranks with ropes: the way of the attack was opened, and the drums and banners on the tower of the gate once again told Decius and all those in the procession, "Be the vanguard of the assault!" ”

I must not hesitate, I am the commander of this detachment.

Decius shouted, and fastened the other buckle of the shield around his arm, so that he no longer held the shield, but "shouldered" half of his body, so that he would have more room to control the sword in his hand, "Don't swing indiscriminately, follow my steps, and close in on the enemy!" He roared, and covered his shield in front of him, leaving only a small half, to spy on the formation of the enemy's cavalry, but to be honest, he could only see countless horses' hooves and legs swaying in front of his eyes, and then he raised his sword at his waist, bent his knees, and ran in a half-crouching position, and the other soldiers followed the posture of Dugelius, forming a battle line with a low human shield, and hurried forward and backward towards the approaching Turkic cavalry.

The soldiers in the back line ran even faster, all carrying long hooks and large iron rods, their boots and leggings stained with flying and swirling dust, and the Turkic arrows grazed their scalps, but they could only rush forward with courage. For the Grand Duke said beforehand that if the officers and comrades in front of you enter, you must also enter, and then you will slash and slay the enemy with the weapon in your hand, without asking any questions, and if you think of victory in your heart, "God will surely grant glorious victory to those who believe in him." ”

Gao Wen on the city gate tower saw with his own eyes that on the vast battlefield below, his own soldiers and Turkic cavalry began to violently press together, and his heart was also very worried: between the camp, the estuary fortress, the Rose Ridge and the enemy's advance base Atta City, it was a flat place with mountains and rivers, and it was the battlefield where the enemy's cavalry galloped proudly. As a result, the front line was divided and cut off by the cavalry, which had complete superiority in the enemy's mobility, and suffered huge losses.

Therefore, he consulted with Merlot, Gregor and other generals, and before Gedier's city defense was completely completed, he decided to rely on the barracks with his back, rely on the walls of various places, and use infantry with mixed weapons, to briefly counterattack the enemy's cavalry, and accumulate tactical victories as a strategic initiative.

So this time, the protagonists are the swordsmen of Italy and Germany, as well as the soldiers of the brigade who have changed their weapons, and Gawain must rely on their elite and well-trained.

The sound of horses roared like thunder - Decius raised the corner of his eye and saw an enemy horse rushing towards him, at such an angle, the other party was even men and horses, and his figure was so tall and terrifying that he was almost out of breath, and if it were a team of ordinary farmers, all he could do at this time was to flee with his back to the enemy without his life.

But Decius meditated in his mind, not at the other's body, but at the other's weapon: sure enough, the approaching Turkic cavalry, with terrible eyes glaring at him, held a javelin high in his hand, the tip of which flickered with a cold light—a horse weapon that the Turks and Saracens loved to use, which could be thrown from afar and stabbed as much as possible.

In a fraction of a second, Decius expertly predicted the trajectory of his opponent's weapon, turned his shield sideways, and then grasped the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and slashed sideways at the falling horse's leg.

The stench of blood splashed all over his breastplate, and the roar of the horse turned into a scream, and the javelin in the horse's hand fell from the hand of the horseman and fell to the ground behind Decius, and he fell to the ground with the severed legs and feet, and smashed a lot of dust.

A soldier in the back grabbed the waist and slashed the guy's neck with an axe.

The calcium carbide firelight, another horse pounced, and the javelin with the tip of the blade pointed down in his hand was also held diagonally in his hand.

Two soldiers who followed him came and stood with Decius, and with a long hook with iron claws in their hands, they pressed against the chest of the cavalry horse, which neighed violently and let its feet into the air, "Kill it!" "The soldier just now, as soon as he cut off the head of the first cavalryman, made a backhand axe and cut off the left foot of the war horse that was caught by the hook.

"Kill him!" Decius then shouted, with all his might, stabbed his sword out violently, and sent the tip of the blade into the right rib of the cavalryman, and then the touch of the other party's organs shattering and parting, swishing down the weapon in his hand, with a shuddering pleasure transmitted to all the nerves of his body and brain, which was a killing feeling, which made Decius tremble with pleasure, and looked at the blood in the enemy's body, and the gurgling flowed endlessly, along the hilt of the sword, all over his arm, everywhere - the cavalryman screamed, his eyes were split, and he hung his head and died on the horse's back.

Two meters away, the same two soldiers pressed their hooks against the hooves of the Turkic cavalry, and then the soldier jumped up, brandished a large iron rod with both hands, and beat the horse's head to pieces like powder, and then changed his hand, and the cavalryman's breastplate, with its sternum and ribs, made a terrifying explosion (to be continued). )