Power and Empire Chapter 1276: The Battle of Normandy (1)
The body made the final farewell, raised his head, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I will bring Sarand's most beautiful golden sè Bian Lisi flower back, and let this wilderness where you are buried. Be long. A sea of flowers full of gold! I swear to the **** of winter with my noble surname Bai Osud!"
The sun rose from the east horizon, the wind and snow stopped, the sky and the earth were white, a black line appeared in the distance, horses hoofs raised snow, and a group of hundreds of Normandy cavalry appeared yesterday. The direction in which the late fugitive appeared was in front of the cavalry. Several large hunting dogs were running in the snow. The cavalry commander who led the group was a middle-aged knight with a scar on his face, wearing polished and bright armor. , Wearing a thick cloak
He is the local lord Dickl. He received a report last night that the nearby garrison was attacked. According to his guess, he might have encountered the Salander slaves who had gathered to resist according to the Principality. According to the regulations, the lord is obliged to help the slave owner to retrieve the slave. In order to thank the lord for his help, the slave owner must also take out a thank you gift. Dickel is moving ahead for this winter, which leads to poor harvests in the territory and worry about it. , Knowing that it’s such a good thing, the sky hasn’t been completely bright, so I immediately came with my own guard
A hunting dog followed by "Wow Wang" suddenly stopped in front, barking in his mouth, his eyes shining, and his paws were constantly scratching the snow layer underneath. Seems to have found something
"Let’s take a look. Last night they attacked the nearby defensive camp, and they encountered such a heavy snow. Many people must have died." The leader of the team is a seasoned knight who has experienced the battlefield. Predicting that the opponent is fleeing all the way, in this wilderness that can't even evade, it must be difficult to move. My hound grew up on cannibalism. Such excitement indicates that there must be good food below.
The cavalry guards issued a call sign, and rode their horses to the place where the hounds were digging the ground. A cavalry pulled the manic hounds away, and several cavalry jumped off their horses. The loose snow layer revealed the body of a fugitive inside. An experienced cavalry guard squatted down and checked. He stood up and said loudly to Dickle behind, "My lord, it's been 3 hours." · Judging from the other bodies found along the way, the direction of these fugitive slaves should be the seaside! ""The seaside?" Dickle sneered on the war horse. Do these slaves want to jump into the sea and swim back? What a joke! "Everyone get on the horse, let's go to the seaside!" God Dickel shouted excitedly. As a lord near the sea in Normandy, he was no stranger to the escape of Salander slaves. He even knew that there were some commuting Smuggling merchant ships in the open sea would occasionally take some of the escaped slaves back at the smuggling point, but unfortunately, since Normandy abandoned Antoros, the nearby sea has been blocked,
So during this period of time, there are no smuggling merchant ships in the coastal area. You can imagine the expressions of those Salander slaves who look forward to seeing themselves suddenly when they look forward to them.
That must be a very wonderful-feeling! There was a trace of blood in Dickel’s cruel eyes,
He still remembers the same situation last time. More than 60 Salander slaves who were captured, and a few of the leaders, were dragged back all the way by their war horses. By the time they arrived at the castle, they were already When he was dying, the bones came out, or they turned into a pile of fleshy, screaming, desperate and helpless voices along the way, and now Dickle trembles with excitement when he thinks of it,
Especially there were more than a dozen female slaves with good looks inside. After Dickle played a few disabled, he threw all these female slaves to his soldiers. For three days, there was no one. Survived, all the fragmented white corpses were thrown on the river beach to feed the hounds, and all the Salander slaves in the territory were summoned to watch. The faces of the unknown Salanders who were scared were green, and there were even some. Urinated his pants on the spot,
The funny scene makes Dickle think that the Salanders are really a weak nation, unlike the Normans who call themselves wild wolves. Such a weak nation can only be achieved by slaves. Give it a match.
The 20-mile road is just an hour’s work for the cavalry. Coupled with the familiarity with the road, Dickle’s chasing cavalry found the fugitive’s about 3 miles away from the sea. Traces, those in rags are cooking, the number is about 70 or 80 people, each of them is thin and thin, in the cold wind wilderness, like clusters of hemp
"Stop!" Dickel raised his hand and shouted sternly. The cavalry behind stopped the horse hoof of the horse together, and brought a piece of white snow to fly. The metal vest made a sound of collision and friction, in the morning light. Under the shining, it brings up a black dead line
"It's a Norman!"
The fugitive who was cooking on the spot, looked at the black lines that appeared in the distance, and suddenly became confused.
Originally, they had already rushed to the beach, but unfortunately the turbulent sea on the sea did not show signs of a boat docking at all. They had to rush to another smuggling point where there might be ships, and the result happened to be the same as Di Cole meets
"Don't mess, they are cavalry. They must hug together if they don't want to die!" It was the middle-aged man. He was obviously very famous among these fugitives. His name was Valal, before he became a slave. A deputy commander of the Mamunuk Knights in Salander,
When he took his more than 2,000 Mamunuks to withdraw from the cover, he was defeated by the Cavalry of Goshawk Avidze and was captured by the Normans. He was also the principal of this escape. Under his shout, a part of the Salanders gathered around him. The arms tremblingly raised the Nongcha in his hand, and some simple infantry swords formed a simple queue. This was already the biggest resistance they could organize. Panic, confusion, fear and other countless emotions flashed in their eyes, "Haha what is this, Salander's gun array?"
Dickle looked in front of him on the horse, erected a group of funny farm tools·Salander slaves whose bodies were trembling, with a smirk at the corners of their mouths. If this could also withstand the impact of the Norman cavalry, then What a real joke, he drew a double-edged knight's battle axe from the horse manger, held it up against the sun, and shouted, "Warriors of Normandy, crush them!"
"Charge!"
Hundreds of Normandy cavalry swooped down at a high speed by the terrain, and their heavy armor made a metal sound on the undulating horseback, like a magnificent steel wall toward the Salander slaves in front People pressed down. As the cavalry ran faster and faster, the entire ground trembled in front of this terrible steel charge. The sound of heavy horseshoes was like rolling thunder in the winter night. The mighty and majestic momentum was that there was a dragon in front of you. Crushed into pieces "Desperately die!"
The Salanders on the opposite side also made a fierce shout. Many of them were soldiers of Salander. The humiliation of failure. Let them even if they hold a handle that makes people laugh. Fork, what finally revealed on their faces was a kind of determination,
They gathered up the queue as much as possible, letting dozens of Bingnong forks open like hedgehogs, their round eyes were bloodshot, their lips were white with tension, and a fierce cold wind was squeezed from the opposite side by the cavalry on the opposite side. Blow,
A distance of several tens of meters, in a blink of an eye, "Papa" All the Salanders in the front were knocked over without exception, but the farm fork in their hands also stabbed the Norman cavalry horses. There was a spark of friction on the vest, people turned their horses on their backs, and snowflakes rolled around. Due to inertia, several Norman soldiers fell from their horses into the Salander slave group. Blood splashed out of the crowd, and the Norman soldiers screamed fiercely. The sound, the other cavalry who frightened them turned quickly, "A bunch of idiots! It will be frightened by a few peasants!"
Dickle yelled a little dissatisfied in the back. These Salander slaves were able to block the first shock, which surprised him. He personally drove the horse forward, and all the Normandy cavalry moved closer to him. "How is our situation?" On the Salander side, Valalle was hurriedly untying the armor of a Norman corpse, and then draped it on himself. 18 people were injured and 4 died! The first confrontation The tragic price caused Valalle’s body to tremble slightly,
"So much!" He took a deep breath, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. According to this comparison, he would collapse in less than three rounds. He seemed to think of something. The companions looked around and said, "Is there an archer here?" No one around answered him. Archer is a very tasteless profession in the Salander army, and basically there is no formal organization. The general Mamunu Ke also rarely has archers. "None of them?" Valal asked again, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. "I have studied bow and arrow for a while!" A young man stood up from the crowd, and the **** said in embarrassment. My family used to have a **** archer, so the past generations have asked us to learn something about bows and arrows ""It's you!" Valaler's eyes lit up. He remembered this young man last night,
He passed the longbow and a bag of arrows found behind the Normandy cavalry, and asked, "I am glad you finally made the right choice. Listen to your tone. It should be a hereditary Mamunuk. Well, I haven’t asked what your family is...?" "Bai Osud!"
The young man took the bow and arrow, tried it on his hand, and made a posture of pulling the bow flat, and the **** replied flatly, "The family of the Duke of Baiou...!" Hearing this surname, Valaler's face sè suddenly changed, his hands stopped in the air, and the other people stopped the messy voices~IndoMTL.com~All eyes were on this young man
After a while, Valal said respectfully, "Last night was really rude. I didn't expect you to be one of the three major duke families in the south." "It's a thing of the past! "The young man told him Responds to a wry smile, "Because the entire Baiou family died in the Battle of the South, now I am the only one left. If I die here today, the surname Baiou Sude will end here!" You just mentioned When the Bai Ou family once appeared a **** shè hand, I don’t know if it is the white Ovaliya who is called the shè falling star! "Valal asked carefully, "Well, I didn’t expect you to know him too?" It’s the young man’s turn this time that he was surprised. Bai Ovalia is an alternative to the Bai Ou family.
As a child of the three major duke families, he didn’t learn Mamunuk’s riding skills, but plunged into archery that most people shamelessly.
If it weren't for the thirty-four generals who killed the enemy in succession by relying on outstanding archery skills, I am afraid that Bai Ovaliya would become a shame to the Bai Ou family. "Okay, let's set it up now!" Valalle didn't want to talk more about it, and glanced at the Normandy cavalry who had assembled in the distance.
He said to the young man, "The only way we can win the opponent right now is to kill the opponent's commander with a bow and arrow when the opponent launches an attack. As long as the opponent is chaotic, we have a chance to survive!"