All the soldiers of the Ross coalition who could not escape were trampled, and they were certain to die. However, the galloping horses were like trucks that couldn't hold up, and they collided with the Ross coalition forces one after another.
Actual combat proved that the immature bodies of these young men in the Seventh Flag Team were limited in their strength when faced with the collision of a group of heavy cavalry. Ascard did not want to be knocked away, but he still rolled all the way into the Meuse River due to the impact. Thanks to
He only fell into the shallow water. When he stood up, he didn't care about getting wet. He didn't care about the blood at the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the sword that fell on the mud and attacked directly.
The cavalry regiment's offensive was still delayed. Not all the cavalry rushed to the river because they did not want to rush directly into the river to feed the fish.
The following cavalry reined in their horses, and the cavalry in the forward position finally lost their momentum and started a brutal fight with the Norman army.
The troops from all sides under the command of the Ross Army were like no other, slashing and beating the horses' legs with their right hands. There were also people with quick hands who jumped up and pulled the cavalry off their horses. They then pulled out their own meat cleavers and pointed them at the enemy.
The weak neck and face are a mess.
They fought in the mud by the river, and the soldiers were well-dressed. Their clothes, armor, and even their golden hair were dyed black by the mud.
A large number of war horses lay on the ground neighing in pain, and the soldiers who were pressed down were continuously hacked to death.
The Frankish army did not directly overwhelm the Ross coalition, and the situation was largely the same as the chaotic battle on the Elbe River two years ago.
Young and old warriors, they did not care about the casualties of their companions, and now they just wanted to kill as many Frank cavalry as possible who were stuck in the mud on the riverside.
What about glory? Not many people can still realize that their bloody battle is a blood sacrifice to Odin. The animal nature of these last-ditch northern warriors is completely aroused, and they will kill even if their bodies are exhausted, until they collapse from exhaustion.
The Frankish cavalry was able to rush in, but it was not necessarily possible to withdraw. At first, the Ross coalition forces were weak on the battlefield, but now the situation is gradually reversing.
The warriors standing on the big ship used all the armed cargo ships and sail destroyers as fixed spires. Once the torsion slingshot was fully charged, the javelin was fired. The soldiers cooperated so fast that they reached the limit.
Let's look at the Finnish longbowmen. They were so short in stature that they retreated very thiefly and relied on the stranded longship. They used the ship as a barrier to escape and launched a counterattack at the cost of a small number of casualties.
"Get on the boat and shoot from a high place! Don't shoot people, just shoot their horses!" Kelha didn't care about the safety of Askard who was knocked into the river now. He didn't care about anyone.
, today’s battle is the most corrupt war I have ever participated in in my life, fighting is instinctive.
The Finns climbed onto the longship like a group of cubs, especially standing on the bow of the ship, forming an extremely dense array, shooting arrows at the wandering Frank cavalry.
They all switched to lenient and barbed hunting arrows. Instead of shooting at the armored soldiers, they just stared at the exposed abdomen and buttocks of the horses and shot accurately.
This group of Frankish heavy cavalry could not equip all of them with horse armor. When the vanguard wearing horse armor finally got stuck in the mud by the river and could not extricate themselves, the following cavalry was no longer a huge threat.
When the hunting arrows were quickly shot, the Finnish army immediately shot the most commonly used pointed armor-piercing swords. They also shot horses instead of people.
Javelins, crossbows, and bows were lost. From the perspective of the Frank cavalry, the Norman army's sharp bows and arrows counterattacked very quickly. The loss of all arrows was really cruel.
"Tristan! Where are you? Do we continue to charge?" A flag captain was looking for his old friend and commander, but in the chaos of the battle, he could not find any trace of the general's gorgeous armor.
"Ah? Don't die in the mud. Damn it, what should we do?!"
Should we continue the second round or insist on fighting? The cavalry regiment was actually delayed by the corpses of both the enemy and ourselves, and even now the Normans began to continuously counterattack.
Seeing the sudden corruption of the battle, Count Ramongo, who originally wanted to join the fight, really stopped at the cliff.
"Everyone stop!" He shouted with his huge sword and set an example.
Gilbert didn't want to foolishly fall into the mud. Besides, the terrifying javelin shooting of the Normans had left a fatal psychological shadow on him. He was cowardly. Although he was suspected of not saving his life, he would not lose his life.
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He held his head high and gritted his teeth. The friendly troops directly in front were engaged in a fierce battle. A large number of friendly cavalry tried to charge again but were helpless due to the chaotic fighting in the mud.
The entire Ramon High Army gradually came to a standstill, and they were collectively in a relatively safe position. From this position, even the sharp arrows of the Normans could not harm themselves. Under such a scene, Gilbert finally saw
The origin of those deadly javelins became clear.
Those giant floating ships are just like arrow towers! It is not surprising that the archers stand on high places and fight from a high position, but they cooperate with the big ships as if they have created an impenetrable wall on the river.
Wait! Why is there still a fleet of boats moving on the river?!
No! Why is there so much smoke rising over the city?!
Should he charge or continue to wait and see? Gilbert was undecided. He was so impulsive that he suddenly calmed down at this moment. He thought about how he had laughed at others for their cowardice, and now he had become a coward.
However, Askard, who was all wet, returned to the chaotic battle by the river. He ignored his injuries and rushed into the quagmire with a steel sword in one hand and a dagger in the other like his father Aric.
At the combat meeting, he yelled that the Russian army would be easy to win in the Elbe War. In the final analysis, he was just a tough talker.
What were the casualties of the Russian army at that time? He and Kelha were those who witnessed it. Two years later, the two brothers participated in such a chaotic battle again.
Once the cavalry regiment loses momentum, they become a living target. The cavalry at the bottom position are generally lacking armor. They are unable to participate in chaotic battles and suffer losses.
Due to the disappearance of General Tristan, no news came out from the man with the authority to issue the highest orders, which really forced the other two flag captains into a dilemma.
What should we do? If the cavalry can’t charge, should they retreat first?
The two flag captains made completely different choices.
"Soldiers! Avoid for the time being! Reorganize the troops and let's charge again." The flag captain no longer cared. He couldn't find Tristan and simply acted as the general himself. His men suffered certain losses, but when they saw Ramon Gao's army actually there,
Outside the battlefield, it was like watching a play, so we simply organized the cavalry to meet with them.
Another centurion, who was completely red-eyed, saw that the cavalry could not charge forward, which shows that the capabilities of the cavalry are also limited.
Then I won’t be a cavalryman.
"Fighters! Dismount! Follow me and charge!"
After receiving the order, the soldiers jumped off their horses one after another, pulled out their iron swords or battle axes, removed the small shields protecting their thighs and quickly tied them to their left arms, and went into battle just like their ancestors.
A powerful force of more than 300 people stared at the missing arrows and rushed into the muddy chaos. Anyone who was not wearing one's armor and stomach style was an enemy. Even the soldiers in the chaos were stained with a lot of mud. They were enemies or friends.
Still easily identifiable.
They roared into the chaos in a nearly wedge-shaped array, slashing and stabbing whenever they felt the enemy was there.
The Russian coalition forces, which were stunned by the cavalry and suffered huge losses, finally stabilized their positions and counterattacks from the Nordics followed one after another.
He fought back, but it wasn't enough.
The Götaland noble army, Yinvar's Danish army, and even Bjorn's Swedish Mälaren army suffered the most serious losses.
A young man is lifted high by his warriors.
Yinvar the Boneless, when the cavalry rushed towards his army, he was not afraid of danger. That is not to say that he was not afraid at all, but because the warriors carrying the sedan did not flinch, it made the Danish general look like a fearless statue.
The Danish army was completely overwhelmed, and some people were rushed into the river and drowned directly. The surviving people had begun to fight back with all their strength, and now they were forcibly pretending to be together with the Franks who were charging forward in the form of infantry.
The battle turned into a battle of will. There were two Frankish banners worthy of their status as standing armies. Perhaps during the civil war, these people would have hesitated because the other party was of the same race. Now they are attacking the Norman bandits. They do not believe in God.
Invading the empire means deliberately killing innocent people. They defend their homeland and defend their position. Everything is just like the Battle of Dors a hundred years ago.
The captain of the flag, who had temporarily withdrawn his troops, made peace with Count Ramongo.
He gritted his teeth and asked: "My lord, have you seen General Tristan?"
"Him? How can I see him?"
"What can we do? Where are we now?"
The flag captain was questioning Count Gilbert, and he could clearly hear the pleading in the other person's feelings, as if to imply that the so-called Count Ramongao was now the commander-in-chief with the highest power for the time being.
Indeed, as Gilbert, who only became the king's legal son-in-law this year, he felt that he really needed to prove to King Lothair that he was not the robber who kidnapped the princess at all, but was actually the king's loyal minister.
Gilbert simply stood in the stirrups, leaning his head to observe the battlefield.
"The enemy's reinforcements are coming, and their arrows are still sharp. If... I really withdraw, I will be a coward."
"Dismount and fight?"
"Yes! Then dismount and fight!" Gilbert was unsure. He had seen the tragedy in Liège, and now he saw the fire in Maastricht getting stronger and stronger. It must have been deliberately set by the Normans.
, thus two large Frankish cities were brutally destroyed. If Count Ramengauer could not stop this group of Normans, the next one to be destroyed would be his own city of Namur located on the upper reaches of the Meuse River.
He simply set an example, and Gilbert, who dismounted, signaled all his men to do the same.
And loudly appealed: "Knights! Warriors! For example, if we defeat these Normans, if we fail, the city of Namur will burst into flames! For our wives and children! For our wealth and land, follow me
Go ahead!"
Because these soldiers really have wives and children, they really have land, and they are surrounded by burning cities. The facts here do not allow the soldiers of Ramon Gao's army to doubt them.
Seeing that the young count had made a major decision, the Frankish standing army soldiers who had temporarily withdrawn from the battlefield dismounted one after another. At this moment, they regarded Gilbert as a general, and more than 800 people entered the battle in an unclear battle.
However, the strongest combat force of the Ross Army, led by Blue Fox himself, began to land.
The First Flag Troop of the Standing Army of the Kingdom of Rus, this unit has suffered almost no casualties so far in the war. It is definitely not because of their magical skills, it is entirely due to the excellent defense brought by heavy armor that far exceeds the current Western European era.
This unit comes from the king's personal guard. During bloody battles, it often serves as a tactical reserve unit. It acts as a "Ross version of berserkers" and is responsible for breaking formations and committing full-time hacking and smashing.
The fighter plane was fleeting. As the supreme commander, Blue Fox changed his previous attitude. He led the soldiers wearing breastplates to land and immediately went into battle.
The thrusting battle ax can be used to kill the Franks, or it can be swung suddenly to knock the enemy unconscious.
So what if the leather armor is riveted with a large number of iron sheets? Under the attack of the characteristic tomahawk with steel spikes, the Frankish military armor is useless. This is the pride of the Russian army. As long as the battle becomes a fierce battle between infantry, the armor and weapons even
It was the elite of the Russian army, who had the superior size among the soldiers, who naturally began to turn the tide of the battle.
They directly fought with Gilbert's Ramon Gau army who had entered the battlefield. Now both sides had actually committed their own tactical reserves, and both sides had no new troops to send.
The iron sword hit the breastplate and bounced off. After a series of slashes and stabs to kill the undead enemy, the blade either broke or was severely bent.
Those who lost their weapons were killed by the Russian army with their characteristic battle axes and steel swords. The latter simply didn't even have a round shield! The shield was carried behind his back to protect the soldier's slightly weak back, just like carrying a large weapon.
The turtle shells and dual-wielding prisoners of war completely suppressed the Frank infantry and fought like chopping melons and vegetables.
"What's going on? My men just can't move forward? What are they? A group of iron men?"
Gilbert even doubted his life. His army seemed to be no match for the strong force of the Normans, and it had to endure the constant loss of arrows and javelins.
Especially those damn javelins, their existence became more and more deadly. A javelin could penetrate the bodies of two warriors, and even strange projectiles would hit them.
The Frankish infantry formations crowded on the battlefield became more and more dense, and the more so, the easier it was for the Russian navy and engineers sitting on the big ships to continue their output from a commanding position. Most of the oil used to lubricate the torsion ropes and slides was used to make torches and participate in arson.
As for the torque slingshot with high intensity output and lack of lubrication, the durability of the slingshot was quickly consumed. Finally, the torque unit of the slingshot collapsed, and a formation collapsed.
Don't panic, don't you still have crossbows? The naval soldiers who lost their position still shot crossbows from a high position, and even used a simple spear thrower to throw out the javelin.
Thanks to Rurik's thorough preparations for this expedition, and thanks to the fact that the operation has only experienced the most serious bloody battle of the entire battle until now, the weapons originally reserved for the college finally came into use.
The enemy must be the Frankish Western Garrison in the intelligence, and they ended up fighting with them.
Five hundred heavy cuirassiers stepped on the bodies of men and horses to suppress them with all their strength, beating Ramóngao's army back steadily.
More and more Frank warriors were killed, and the powerful army forced them to retreat continuously.
Finally, it was the lower nobles of Ramon's high army who were the first to collapse. His knight master died in the battle, and his followers dispersed. It was estimated that they could not win, so the knight left the battlefield with his followers and just wanted to retreat on horseback.
Seeing this situation, Gilbert's courage also quickly dissipated. It was not because he was weak, but because the Normans were monsters, and they were actually invulnerable. How could they fight?
He thought of escaping, but when he was hesitating, he clearly saw a special dead body next to a dead horse.
"Is it him? Tristan?!"
Even though there was a lot of mud stuck to the armor's stomach, he still recognized the veteran through the details of the armor.
"You...actually died in the first round of charge? You are dead, what should I do?!" Gilbert, whose scalp was numb, had his confidence completely collapsed. Even the general appointed by the king died for his country, and he had to
Do you want to die? No! We can't win the battle anymore. If we don't retreat now, everyone will die here.
"Withdraw! Withdraw. Let's withdraw! Withdraw to Namur City. We will hold on..."
He spoke in a panic and voluntarily left the battlefield accompanied by his own soldiers.
Seeing that the Count was on the run and that the soldiers of Ramon Gao's army were still fighting, they simply gave up their positions and fled.
The escape caused a chain reaction, like a tug-of-war with no winner or loser. When one side showed its weakness, someone finally gave up, causing the whole situation to collapse. The Frank army completely collapsed, and even the backs of their retreating troops were still used as arrows by the Russian army.
target.
One side is escape, the other side is pursuit.
The Ross coalition did not care about their fatigue or the mud and blood all over their bodies. They looked like catfish emerging from the mud, or like a group of black monsters, chasing Frank, who was also disheveled and covered in mud.
Both sides had no formation at all. The defeated Count Ramongo hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield. He found his mount and quickly mounted the horse. He squeezed the horse's belly with his legs and rushed out.
Behind him were the fleeing men and the Frankish standing army, which had lost its pride.
Finally, the group of Normans who were like Satan's apostles were chasing them. How could a human's legs run faster than a horse?
Maybe now we can reorganize the troops and attract the Normans who have escaped the cover of the riverside ships to the inland, and the cavalry can launch another crushing attack.
However, the people's hearts have been dispersed, and Gilbert cannot quickly control the overall situation with his own power. Besides, there are a large number of troops that are not his soldiers at all. Let alone whether he can stop the decline, those guys are not under his command.
"I've tried my best! Even the king's standing army can't win, how can I win? If I die in the battle, the whole La Monga will collapse. My son has just been born. How can a young baby survive in the chaos?
To defend my fiefdom? Doesn’t it mean that it will be annexed by the Flanders?”
Gilbert did have such scruples, and he could use them to justify his future escape to the king himself.
But he still became a coward.
The heavily armored Russian heavy infantry had no ability to join in the pursuit. Veteran General Grund had been fighting until now. He felt that if he continued to fight, he would not be killed by the enemy because of his heavy armor.
"Cowards! Go to hell!"
"The Franks continue to fight? My sword will still drink your blood!"
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The heavily armored soldiers were unable to pursue and could only yell and curse on the spot. Grund gasped and called to the brothers: "Stop yelling! Clean the battlefield, find our wounded, and kill the dying enemies."
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After that, his sharp eyes stared at the back of the fleeing enemy. He saw that they seemed to be the Götalanders or Danes, and they actually started to capture the war horses left by the enemy.
It seems that the Frank army was really defeated. Without their proud horses, they could not organize cavalry.
"So... we win, right?"
Suddenly, the veteran Grund collapsed from exhaustion, and the soldiers around him hurriedly gathered around him. He thought his boss was seriously injured, but what he heard was the boss whispering with a smile: "Leave me alone, let me rest for a while.