"The Aragonese have come up. Lord Roger, send someone to the top and kill them all, shoot arrows, get up!"

Father Dominic was whispering around, and all the messengers looked at Roger anxiously.

Roger ordered: "Give up the walls and everyone retreated to the church square!"

"What? Why should you retreat? You should rush up and beat. Everyone should rush up! God is watching us! This is the time to show your piety, Lord Roger!"

Roger turned around and grabbed Father Dominic's collar and carried him in front of him.

"Father! Are you challenging my authority?"

Roger stared at the priest fiercely, and his murderous gaze made the priest wake up from his excessive excitement.

"You have the final say, you have the final say, I'm not, I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I should pray, yes, I should pray..."

Roger let go of the nagging priests, and he stared at the commanders.

The latter immediately ran down as if he was frightened and ran down to pass the order.

There is a roughly straight and relatively wide street between the church square and the city gate.

Roger got off the bell tower and he asked two teams of town militia to line up and block the streets. He said to them:

"I know you're tired, but I ask you to fight again.

"Just here, before the church, under the gaze of God, fight again!"

Roger asked the crossbow soldiers to line up in groups, like five bars lined up behind the town militia.

He said: "All crossbowmen listen, I ask you to shoot at full speed after I give the order!"

Roger picked out the messenger who was most familiar with the terrain, and he said to them:

"I ask you to take your stick soldiers and detour from the alleys to get close to the enemy and not let them discover it."

Roger said to the three teams of stick soldiers: "The critical time is here. I ask you to follow the commander. Once you launch an attack, you must rush in without reservation and kill yourself. This will be a hit."

So Roger led two Norman knights to garrison behind the crossbowmen.

Behind him were the red-haired Shana and Zarro.

Rubio, bandaged like a mummy, stood by Roger's horse's head.

Roger saw that Lopez had entered the city and was on the other side of the street.

The archers also came in, and they were crossing the avenue under the city wall, each of them was ready to go.

Two teams of riders blocked the streets from front to back, blocking the streets tightly.

Roger heard Lopez's order: "Attack!"

The dismounted knights took neat steps, holding their shields, and slowly advancing.

Roger looked at the stick soldiers who disappeared into the alleys on both sides of the Church Square.

He ordered: "Shoot!"

Five teams of crossbow arrows soared into the air, like a group of black crows, pounced on the off-horse knights.

There was a little boss in the Knight shouting: "Defense!"

Both teams of knights stopped at the same time, and everyone raised their shields.

So it seemed as if two flat roofs appeared.

The crossbow arrows hit the "roof" "crackling", like the heavy rain in summer.

"Summer rainstorms" always come quickly and go quickly.

"go ahead!"

The knight leader shouted, so the knights continued to carry their shields.

Roger didn't see any dismounted Knights falling behind, none of them.

The knights approached the street.

"Charge!" the little knight leader screamed.

The leading rows of knights exerted force and pushed their shields into the town militia blocking the way.

Many militiamen were knocked back by shields.

If a militia lifts a spear, they will stab you.

The knight opposite him cut off his spear with one sword, and the second sword shattered his shield, then smashed him down with a shield, stepped forward and stepped on his chest, turned his wrist, and nailed him to the ground with a backhand sword.

Another militia successfully attacked and hit a knight's waist with one spear. However, no matter how hard he tried, he even stepped back several steps against the knight, and he could not wear the knight's iron-clad leather armor.

The knights behind rushed up, and they pushed the people, forcing the straight line of the two teams of urban militia into crescent moons.

Roger did not expect that the combat power of these people was still above his own estimate. If he continued to fight like this, his plan would not be implemented.

Roger ordered: "Shoot the arrow!"

Five teams of crossbow arrows shot again and plunged into the crowded crowd of dismounted knights.

This time, some knights raised their shields in time, while others did not, so there was a gap.

A crossbow arrow drilled into the gap, and Roger heard a few muffled groans.

He had no time to observe the results of the battle, and the urban militia could no longer stop it.

Roger ordered: "The giant shield holds the crossbow militia, abandons the crossbow, and fights in a short battle!"

This is almost a command to kill people.

Roger saw a commotion in an instant when he saw the giant shield-carrying militia.

But the commotion quickly calmed down. With the charge of the veterans in the team leader, the other crossbow soldiers rushed forward.

These crossbow soldiers only have short swords, which pose little threat to the knights wearing armor and shields.

They are like anvils, fighting hard against the Knight's strike.

Roger saw a giant shield crossbowman facing his back to the enemy, and the giant shield on his back blocked the enemy like a wall.

His opponent's swords and shields were coming together, and he took turns to smash the left and right.

Roger saw the crossbowman being shaken and blood spurted out of his mouth, and staggered down. The giant shield behind him covered his body like a lid.

The knight behind stepped onto the giant shield without hesitation and attacked another crossbowman.

The fallen crossbowman was still moving his hands at first, but he couldn't hold on. Gradually, he stopped moving, and blood spread out from under the shield.

Roger was a little anxious. He began to suspect that his plan was not practical enough, that the orders he issued were not clear enough, and that the person who executed it was not determined enough.

He had no soldiers to send, and if he sent crossbows to stop him, he would not have enough crossbows to output attacks.

Roger tightened the hilt of the sword, and he thought, maybe he was the only one who could get on.

In that case, he might die here today.

He suddenly realized that he could tell others to die, but when it was his turn, he should die, which was fair.

Everyone owes God one death, but only one death.

Roger drew his sword and always had to pay it back when he came out. This is normal, it is no big deal.

"kill!"

In several alleys next to the street, a group of stick soldiers wearing Arab robes suddenly emerged at the same time.

"Bless Allah!"

They rushed into the formation of the dismounted knight without hesitation.

They swung their sticks and smashed them hard.

The hit Knight staggered and fell down.

Roger knew that the knights' iron armor had almost no defense against blunt attacks.

However, the knights quickly reacted.

A bloody storm exploded in the knight group in an instant.

The Arab stick soldiers are still attacking wildly, but every stick attack they have is their own life.
Chapter completed!