Simon's chain-mail private soldiers began to tire after running for a long time, but other archers and militiamen in armed uniforms still seemed eager to try.
Simon knew that it was undoubtedly a stupid decision to let the soldiers run and march in heavy armor, but this was not a long-distance march. The Magyars were close at hand and might appear at any time. In the event of a sudden encounter, no one would give the soldiers any warning. Armor piercing time.
It may be a good choice for all soldiers to go into battle lightly, but if the Magyars know that there is no advantage in fighting on horseback in the forest and choose to fight on foot, then the advantages of heavily armored soldiers will be highlighted, and they will be better in infantry fighting. The enemy is torn apart like a slaughtering dog.
Simon's marching phalanx seemed a bit messy, but fortunately no one fell behind. Why did some medieval armies unconsciously lose fewer soldiers while marching? This is because the loose and disorderly team provides a good opportunity for deserters to escape, and when they form an array, everything will be much better.
The army passed through the farmland that had been ravaged by the Magyars. The half-green and half-yellow wheat seedlings fell to the ground limply on the plowed fields that had been roughed up again by horse hooves. It was annoying to see them.
However, fortunately, no one in Fort Verde, who had been prepared for this attack, died. To say that there was only one injured person, the farmer tripped because he ran back to the village gate too fast after hearing the alarm bell. He fell and broke his knee, and finally limped back to the village with the help of his friends.
After a while, Simon's army arrived at the junction of plain farmland and forest.
Little Klein and Krieger took the initiative to invite Simon to explore the road at the front. One of them is extremely familiar with this forest from birth, and the other has superb tracking skills. Simon nodded and told them to pay attention to safety, so the army entered the forest under the leadership of the two.
Normally, when most of the troops entered the forest, they would frighten the birds in the trees and flee, but as soon as the Magyars left, apart from the sound of the wind blowing leaves and shrubs, there were only soldiers in the forest. The sound of their silent footsteps and the collision of various equipment.
It is very easy to find the traces left by the Magyars. The hoofprints left in the soil, the small branches broken by the horses' hooves, and the swaying bushes are all constantly guiding Simon's army in the direction. Those stupid Magyars barely left arrows drawn in white lime to point out the direction of their escape.
The soldiers opened their eyes wide and raised their ears to be wary of the surrounding bushes. No one wanted to be killed by the cunning pagans without any explanation.
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Deep in the forest, a huge rock is exposed outside the soil. Dark green ivy spreads its body greedily on the rough stone wall. The place where the foot of the rock meets the soil is covered with moss and various kinds of moss. Such mushrooms.
A hand covered with blood scabs tremblingly picked out a few foie gras mushrooms from under the rock wall, and put them into the dirty but bulging cloth bag on his waist. Then, the man who had not been there for a long time The man with washed long black hair tied into braids turned around and walked towards the small camp nearby.
His name is Untur, and he is a warrior under the Magyar Emirate, or in other words, the great chieftain of the Kingdom of Hungary, Majergiulo.
The Kingdom of Hungary was established by Arpad, the first Magyar Grand Duke, less than forty years ago. Therefore, there are still some Magyars who are willing to call their country the Magyar Emirate, and this is exactly the case. , their lords still call themselves chiefs rather than earls.
A hundred years ago, their ancestors still lived in the area of the Don and Dnieper rivers, under the protection of the Khazar Khanate. However, as luck would have it, they were driven out of their homes by the Pecheneg Turks, and then wandered all the way. They occupied the territory that originally belonged to the Avars and established the emirate of the Magyars.
They believe in Immortal Shamanism, worship the god Tengger, and dress with the characteristics of steppe Turks. However, as an ordinary herdsman and warrior, Untur, like most of his companions, only wears a thin oriental-style steppe robe, and the other Attached to his waist is the most valuable thing on his body - a long scimitar with rust and many curled blades.
There is a long cut on Ontour's hand, which is now scabbed but still looks shocking. That was when he was plundering the village of Fieldhausen in the Baron of Dorsten a few days ago. He kicked open the dilapidated wooden door of a farmer's house. He was just about to go on a killing spree and rob the family of all their valuable belongings. Unexpectedly, this brave farmer raised his sickle to chop him without any explanation. He couldn't dodge and was hit by a knife in his hand, but unfortunately his muscles and bones were not injured.
Untur's face was twisted with pain and anger. He raised the knife and chopped off the farmer's head. The blood spurting from the farmer's broken neck even rushed up to his thatched roof. Erden then did the same thing to the farmer's defenseless wife and infant baby. As he left, he burned the house that had become a living hell with a torch.
Due to his hand injury, he was left to serve as a guard in the secluded temporary camp, and helped the cook do whatever he could when meal time was approaching. Now, he is returning to the camp with a pocket full of mushrooms.
The camp was much livelier than when he left. The originally empty trees around were full of reins. The horses were bowing their heads to eat the hay and wheat bran brought by the cooking boy. The two hunting companions were holding recurve bows in one hand. , holding a small deer on his shoulder with his other hand, he was also walking towards the camp step by step.
"It seems that the brothers have succeeded again. After lunch, we have to pack up and get on the road and leave here immediately." Ontour muttered quietly.
He doesn't like this place, because since he left his hometown of Sekaiyi, he has been robbed by the shamans and has not been injured at all, but this ghost whose name he still doesn't know is there. There was such a big wound on his hand. He didn't know why, but he always had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, the Magyars who participated in the robbery returned to the camp at this time. They loaded the looted goods into the trophy carriage in a cheerful and relaxed atmosphere. Some of the hungry people opened their bags and took out the goods. Dried meat and wine bags were devoured, and the unkempt beard was stained with grease and wine beads.
Untur handed the mushrooms to the cook, then patted the dust off himself and sat down next to his friend Almosh.
"Hey my friend, how was the heist today?"
"Everything is business as usual. The village plundered this time was protected by strong wooden walls and sharp timbers. It seemed that we had received the news in advance. However, we did not originally intend to set up ladders and fight them to the death. Our target was the dock by the river. The goods, while those timid Germans could only stand on the village wall with weapons and watch, hahaha, what a bunch of cowards!" Almosh took off the wine bag from his belt and drank. I took a sip of the milk I grabbed from Fieldhausen Village a few days ago and wiped my mouth with satisfaction.
"We have to leave here soon, maybe after lunch," Ontour looked a little disappointed. If it weren't for that damn farmer, he would have participated in the robbery together. "What if this village and It would be bad if the chief of the dock and his men catch up."
"You are actually worried about this problem," Almosh opened his eyes wide, and raised his dark and thick eyebrows, as if he heard a big joke, "You are so ridiculous, Ontur, I originally thought you You are a brave man. Could it be that your bravery was cut off by that stupid German farmer with a sickle? Think about it carefully, which of the chiefs in this area didn't organize themselves a day or two after being attacked? An army that can barely compete with us? Besides, the majority of their army are just farmers who are slaughtered by everyone, so there is no need to worry at all!"
"We had a smooth journey before because we killed all the villagers in their villages almost every time. Those villagers were the source of recruitment for the local chiefs, and it was difficult for the chiefs who lost them to raise an army of nearly a hundred people. Even if it is possible, it will take at least a day or two. And today, you didn’t kill anyone, which means they will most likely organize people to follow the traces and catch up!"
"Shut up, my friend, you are thinking too much. Sometimes being too witty is not a good thing. It will only make you more troubled." Almosh ate the cheese, feeling a little unhappy. He waved his hand patiently, "Since they chose to wait and watch on the village wall instead of actively coming out to fight, it means that they knew they were outmatched, let alone risking the entire army to be annihilated to chase them out."
"What you said makes sense," Ontour nodded. He read his friend's impatient tone. In order not to appear cowardly, he continued, "It doesn't matter even if those pursuers come, I will kill them." They are as easy as killing a chicken!"
"Ha, that's right," Almosh swallowed the cheese in one gulp, "these Germans are just a bunch of easy-to-handle persimmons."
After a while, the aroma of roasted venison filled the camp. In order to maintain high mobility, the cooks did not bring iron pots. Most of the food they ate was cooked directly on an open fire using the most primitive cooking method.
The Magyar people skewered the mushrooms picked by Ontur on thin branches, roasted them and put them into their mouths together with the roasted venison. Then they unscrewed the wine bags and took a sip of the kumiss brought from their hometown, humming. A melodious prairie tune.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
With the sound of arrows breaking through the air, dozens of arrows carrying a strong wind of death flew into the camp, instantly taking away the lives of seven or eight Magyars who were having lunch.
Untur watched in horror as his friend Almosh's neck suddenly had an arrow piercing through his neck. The young man was clearly sharing his longing for his old mother in his hometown in a slightly sad manner a second ago. Now, now But Er couldn't spit out a word. His mouth was like a leaky bellows and he let out a hoarse groan. His unwilling eyes were mixed with disbelief, and then he fell sideways to the ground, letting blood flow from the corners of his mouth and It oozed from the wound on the neck.
"Damn it, why didn't our sentinel give any warning? Are they all dead!?" A bald Magyar man just untied the reins of his horse and got on the horse, when he was hit by a cold arrow that passed through the bushes. It sank deeply into the back, and fell down from the horse.
He was right. The sentries placed by the Magyars outside the camp had already been eliminated by the archers led by Klein and Krieger. The Magyars who were responsible for sentries were not even as experienced as those in this area. The bandits were experienced, and they didn't even have a hidden sentry. It seemed that these guys really didn't think that there would be pursuers coming after them as soon as they took off, so they relaxed their vigilance.
After reacting, more Magyars dropped the food in their hands, drew their sabers, and rushed out of the camp. Of course, most people did not rush towards the direction of the arrow, but towards their horses. Whether fighting or escaping, horses are their partners for survival. Without them, the combat effectiveness of these Magyars will be greatly reduced.
Simon's archers, including Klein and Krieger, only had twelve people, and the arrows they fired were not dense. Except for the first round of shooting, almost everyone killed an unsuspecting Mazar. In addition to people, it is obviously more difficult to shoot the Magyars who have already moved. Moreover, there are many trees and leaves in the forest that provide cover for the Magyars.
"Counterattack, counterattack! There are not many of them, they are just a group of despicable archers who can only shoot cold arrows in the dark!" The Magyar wearing wet clothes and light armor mounted his horse and said to his other companions shouted loudly.
This is the little Magyar leader who fell into the sacred pit. However, no one would despise or ignore his orders at this time. Every Magyar man on horseback followed the lightly armored little leader and bravely rushed towards him. direction from which the bow and arrow came.
Listening to the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer, and seeing the figure of the horseman walking through the trees, Simon quickly ordered the archers to retreat to the back of the formation. At this time, the Magyars also saw clearly the man in the front row of Simon's army array. A group of militiamen wearing armed uniforms and looking frightened.
"Come on, they are a mob, a bunch of farmers carrying rags, a bunch of lambs being slaughtered, kill them all!!!" The leader of the Magyars screamed excitedly, and he licked his lips bloodthirstyly. , legs clamped tightly on the horse's belly.
"Wait, listen to my order," Simon looked at the Magyar cavalry getting closer and closer, with his heart in his throat. "Right now, the first row squats down and raises your spears!"
The first row of militiamen in armed uniforms squatted down, picked up their spears from the ground, and then thrust them diagonally into the soil, pointing them in the direction of the Magyar cavalry attack.
The chainmail privates in the second row held longer spears, generally about three meters in length, and they were also pointed in the direction of the Magyars.
In an instant, a not-so-dense "spear wall" appeared in front of the Magyar cavalry. The cavalry, which rushed towards the "spear wall" at a high speed, could no longer rein in their horses or change direction. They could only Bracing his numb scalp, he continued to move forward. They roared loudly in an attempt to dispel the fear in their hearts.
At the same time, on the south side of the camp, Sergeant Hann led ten elite private soldiers in chainmail and twenty spear-wielding militiamen into the Magyar camp from the flank. Suddenly, those who had originally planned to The Magyars who fled for their lives were caught off guard. They did not expect that these Germans, who were as cunning as poisonous snakes, actually had an ambush.
For a time, the small camp of the Magyars was also killed.
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