"Archers, shoot!" Baron Iser turned to the archers behind the team and shouted.
At this time, the armies of both sides were only more than a hundred meters apart. The archers who followed the infantry formation of Iser's army drew arrows from their quivers, raised their hands and raised their bows to shoot rapidly at the enemy's charging team.
"Filde village soldiers, shield wall!" Simon saw the archers behind the enemy's formation also raising their bows, and immediately shouted to his soldiers.
"Ta!" "Whoosh!"
With the crisp sound of bow strings trembling and the sound of arrows rushing through the air, two waves of arrows passed by like meteors, passing through the sky above the battlefield and roaring towards the enemy's queue.
Simon saw an arrow flying towards him and quickly raised the kite-shaped shield in his hand.
"哃!" Only the clear sound of the wooden shield was heard, and an arrow was inserted into the shield, and the white feathers at the tail of the arrow were still trembling.
Although there were only about a dozen archers on both sides, because the charging formations on both sides were too dense, the hit rate of the arrows was very high.
"Ah!" A peasant soldier was stabbed into his arm by an arrow. He immediately threw away the dung fork in his hand and howled loudly in pain while covering the bleeding wound.
"Woo!" The peasant soldier whose throat was pierced by a bow and arrow was black and blue, and soon dark red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He looked blankly at his comrades who continued to charge beside him.
"It's so dangerous!" Simon's guard, who was walking in front wearing a Norman helmet, softened and almost urinated in fear. If the bow and arrow hadn't bounced off the sleek iron helmet, I'm afraid he would have passed away just now.
"I'm going!" A soldier wearing a cotton armor and a layer of leather armor suddenly felt his chest go numb, and his whole body was hit by the huge kinetic energy and his center of gravity was unstable, and he sat on the ground. However, the arrow's kinetic energy and power were not very great after being thrown, and it did not penetrate the soldier's double-layer protection.
"Despicable archers, bah," the wealthy free peasant soldier spat on the ground, pulled out the arrows from his armor, threw them on the ground and stepped on them, "wait until I break through the scumbags in front of you. Nong, that’s when your head is in a different place!”
In fact, many medieval noble knights and wealthy freemen soldiers looked down upon archers. One reason is that bows and arrows are cheaper to make than iron refrigerated weapons and are considered weapons for the poor.
The more important point is that if an arrow happens to hit the throat or face of a knight wearing mail armor during a battle, it is equivalent to killing an ordinary hunter by simply raising his hand and releasing an arrow. A professional warrior with noble blood who has been training in combat skills since childhood.
Although archery is also one of the compulsory courses for knights, basically no knight can accept the humiliating death of being killed by a pariah from a distance.
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Just when an Arnhem archer was staring ahead and about to draw out the next arrow, a sharp long sword directly cut half of his neck open.
An archer nearby heard the screams coming from beside him and felt warm liquid splashing onto his face. Just as he turned his head, a sword pierced directly through his eye socket.
"Cavalry! Cavalry!" An older Arnhem archer wearing armor shouted to his companions. He quickly reached for his waist, only to find that he only had a short dagger. When he came back to his senses and raised his head, a mace became larger and larger in his field of vision.
Sir Sorger led the remaining two surviving heavy cavalry and three light cavalry in a large circle on the edge of the battlefield, killing Arnhem's archers from the rear who were shooting from the rear.
If Baron Arnhem had not personally led the cavalry charge, but had personally directed the cavalry in formation, perhaps such a tragedy would not have happened. The person currently commanding the Arnhem infantry and archers is just a soldier who rose through the ranks by flattery.
"Hell!" Baron Arnhem and his few surviving cavalry moved to the rear of Baron Iser's army at this time. He happened to see his archers being slaughtered and was so angry that his eyes were splitting. "Kill! Kill! Their archers also killed them all!"
But Baron Iser, who was directing the team, seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. As soon as they heard the heavy sound of horse hooves coming from behind, they quickly dispatched a dozen elite private soldiers holding spears and twenty peasant soldiers holding pitchforks at the end of the team to guard the rear wing.
"Sir?" An Arnhem light cavalryman saw that there were suddenly more than thirty soldiers on the rear wing of Iser's army with long-handled weapons facing him, and he couldn't help but look at Baron Arnhem anxiously.
"God, why do you always protect that damn Baron Iser?" Baron Arnhem's heart felt a little cold, and he tried his best to restrain his anger and unwillingness. "Go around the rear wing and entangle their cavalry. I have to Go back to the team and personally command those stupid pigs!"
Baron Arnhem tried hard to stay rational and calmly analyzed the current situation in his mind. If Sir Kun and another heavy cavalry were not dead, he could lead two heavy cavalry on war horses to open the way in front, and lead the light cavalry behind to tear Iser's team directly from the rear flank.
But the only light cavalry left now only rode inferior pack horses and riding horses, and they were completely unable to break through the spear array on the rear flank of Iser's army. The best countermeasure now is to let the remaining light cavalry divert the enemy cavalry to ensure the safety of the flanks and rear flanks of your own army.
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The archers had stopped shooting. The armies of both sides are now only less than thirty or forty meters apart.
At such a close distance, Simon could even clearly see the facial expressions of each enemy soldier. He noticed that except for the elite noble private soldiers in Baron Arnhem's army, whose morale was slightly better, almost all the other peasant soldiers had fear and despair on their faces.
On the other hand, due to the large-scale destruction of the enemy army by Simon's catapult, which reduced their numerical advantage, in the eyes of most of the peasants and private soldiers of Baron Iser's army, the enemy coming from the opposite side was not a terrible enemy, but a terrible enemy. They are dark red and shiny copper coins.
"They all use spears and daggers!" When Simon saw that the soldiers on the left and right flanks of the enemy army were basically Arnhem private soldiers and free soldiers wearing thick cotton armor and hard leather armor, he immediately asked some of them to hold weapons in their hands. The swordsman sheathed his slashing weapon back to his belt.
Leather armor and cotton armor are very effective in preventing cuts from sharp weapons. But if you encounter sharp stabbing weapons, it will be a bit unsatisfactory.
"Enter the enemy!" Following the loud shouts of Baron Iser and the crazy roars of the soldiers on both sides, bright blood flowers appeared in the front rows of the two teams, and screams rang out one after another.
The peasants and soldiers in the middle wing who had no armor or shields suffered the most brutal killings. Anyone who is struck by a wood-chopping ax or stabbed by a dung pitchfork can take out a large piece of flesh and blood and get a deep wound.
There was even an unlucky peasant soldier whose abdomen was severely chopped open with an axe, and his intestines spilled all over the floor. A few people who stepped on it accidentally fell down.
The originally calm and beautiful green grassland was instantly stained red with blood, scattered with various corpses and mutilated human organs, turning it into a tragic and bloody purgatory on earth.
At this moment, loud shouts and curses came from the right wing of Iser's army.
"You humble and despicable wild dog, the stupidest swineherd in East Frisia," old Baron Iser wielded a beautiful gold-plated two-handed sword vigorously, cursing and beheading an Arnhem private soldier. in his head, "You really wasted your parents' time all night!"
The old baron was quite interesting to fight. If there wasn't a war going on right now, Simon would be laughing so hard that he couldn't even stand up.
On the left wing of the army, Simon's escort soldiers were driving their short swords and short spears into the bodies of the Arnhem private soldiers.
"Go to hell!" An Arnhem private soldier suddenly slashed the battle ax in his hand at a Simon guard soldier who had exposed a flaw, but it caused a spark on the iron ring inlaid on the surface of the leather ring armor on his chest, leaving a trace of sparks. Next deep scratch.
"You're the one who's going to die!" The guard soldier reacted with fear and stabbed the short spear in his hand directly into the neck of this crazy Arnhem private soldier.
