The black-fingered recruits lined up behind the veterans excitedly followed the three teams of veterans to the gap, and they stabbed and stabbed the enemy troops still moving on the ground.

"Yeah, victory, victory, God bless, Jesus is above, St. James..."

Father Dominic went from nervousness to excitement, and he was so happy that he was incoherent.

Roger, who had experienced the battle formation, was not happy at all.

He saw that the pocket array he had carefully arranged disappeared, and now the enemy and us were fighting in the gap.

Both sides are veterans who have experienced the battle formation. No one can get the advantage of anyone.

Roger knew what the problem was.

Rubio, whom he appointed, was not a peerless general.

This former militia swordsman squad leader was so keen on gaining military achievements that he was blinded by temporary victory and made a command of greed for merit and advancement.

Now everyone is crowded with the gap to fight, and it is not easy to get out and reorganize the pocket formation.

Who can do this except the elite among the elites who can ignore the continuous casualties of their teammates under the enemy's attack?

Roger didn't think these soldiers under his command could do it.

If he forces these soldiers to turn around and form the array now, it will only lead to collapse.

So Roger could only watch the two sides fight.

The soldiers standing in the three veterans teams are decreasing.

The gentle slope of the gap was getting higher and higher by the bodies of both sides.

The blood was like a mountain stream after a heavy rain, surging downhill.

Roger's sensitive ears really heard the sound of running water in the sound of fighting.

The militia in the town of Black Finger Head has been added.

These recruits who are weaker than their opponents in terms of combat skills and equipment fall faster.

Fortunately, their sacrifices were not completely useless.

They successfully dragged the enemy down and created conditions for their friendly forces and crossbowmen on the city walls.

And the performance of those crossbowmen can be described as excellent.

The crossbow arrows like locusts kept drilling into the crowded crowds of the enemy.

Roger saw that those crossbowmen didn't need to aim, just kept on the crossbow and shooting.

The armor-breaking crossbow arrows caused huge damage to the enemy's spearmen wearing leather armor.

Seeing that the enemy spearmen fell, Roger was not slower than his side at all.

The only thing that could hinder the crossbowmen were the scattered archers outside the city, like mosquitoes.

They were still shooting on the city walls.

These archers' arrows do not have the ability to break armor.

Roger saw that the shield behind the giant shielded crossbow-holding militia was full of arrows, and it was almost turned into a porcupine. The archers did not threaten them at all.

However, other crossbow-carrying militias without armor would fall from time to time, which obviously affected the mentality of these recruits and slowed down their crossbows.

So Roger ordered: "The crossbow-carrying militia went down to the city wall, lined up behind the town militia, and shot freely!"

The commemorative commander quickly conveyed the order.

Roger saw that his command worked.

The crossbow-holding militia who left the range of the archer could safely get on the crossbow and shoot archers, so their speed returned to normal.

As for aiming, there is no need to. Just shoot it outside the gap and there is nothing that can't be shot.

Roger discovered that the battle seemed to have become a calculation problem:

It is known that the number of our soldiers and the number of enemy soldiers is now that our army loses x people every hour, and the enemy loses y people every hour, y is greater than x. Ask, who can win the final victory?

He guessed that he probably had a better chance of winning here.

Apollo's chariot drove past the highest point and went downhill.

The fierce battle continued, and no one stepped back.

Both sides stepped on their own bodies and climbed higher and higher.

Then it was like a string broke, and the enemy's spearmen suddenly collapsed collectively.

They suddenly retreated like a tide and ran around in scattered manner.

They threw away their weapons, shields, and even pulled off their leather armor.

They cried, like headless flies, and kept trying to run away from a distance.

"Win! Win! Virgin Mary!"

Roger looked at Father Dominic coldly, and he didn't understand which eye this guy saw that he had won.

A few screams came from afar.

They were deserters who were in a panic and hit the enemy's dismounted from the horse and knight formation.

Roger watched the dismounted Knights who had been reorganized and reduced to two teams, with nearly 200 people.

These people are serious knights, except that they can't afford to buy horses because they are poor.

But their martial arts will definitely not be bad.

Roger is confident that he won one-on-one single-handedly, but if he was one-on-two, his confidence would not be that strong. Now, just looking at the Cavaliers, it is three Normans vs 200 people.

In addition to the dismounted Knights, the opponent also has six teams of archers, nearly 700 people.

These archers didn't suffer much before.

At that time, the crossbowmen were busy dealing with the dense spearmen, and there were not many crossbow arrows shooting at these scattered archers.

The other party also had a group of civilians serving the catapult.

And on his side, Roger took a look.

There were 450 stick soldiers who finally formed three teams, unorganized and undisciplined.

Some people who could barely fight were reduced to two squads, and 300 urban militias.

There were 360 ​​crossbow-carrying militias who were reduced to three teams.

There is also a team of 120-person "Porcupine" giant shielded crossbow-carrying militias.

Judging from the number of people, I have the advantage, but if I calculate the combat power, it is really not enough.

Roger, who has received knight training, knows very well how powerful those 200 dismounted knights are. I guess all of his miscellaneous soldiers can't beat the opponent together.

Roger looked at the enemy troops slowly walking in, and his mind was thinking desperately.

These people were wearing iron armor, which was easier to deal with than chain mail. The armor-breaking crossbow arrows of their crossbow soldiers should be able to penetrate.

But they still have shields.

Roger himself blocked the armor-breaking javelin with his shield.

He didn't think that crossbow arrows could pierce the enemy's shields and armor in one breath, which was something that even a small-caliber pistol could not do.

He thought that if he continued to fight in the gap, he might be able to block the front with human lives, but it would probably be useless to continue shooting the enemy behind with crossbow arrows.

Roger knew that although a crossbow could easily kill a knight, even the famous "Lion Heart King" in history died under the crossbow arrow, it was because the knight was not careful and was attacked.

If the knight is focused on defending with a shield, as long as he does not make mistakes, the crossbowman will not have the chance to shoot the knight to death.

Roger suddenly remembered that in the previous battle with the Javelin Cavalry, the experienced cavalry tempted him to make mistakes through his positioning.

He thought that perhaps he could make these knights make mistakes, so that they could not concentrate on raising their shields to defend against the attacks of crossbow arrows.

Roger's plan was gradually taking shape.
Chapter completed!