"Pfft!"
"hiss!!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
The Magyar light cavalry hit the spear wall, and the spear thrust into the soil pierced the belly of the prairie war horse. The militiaman squatting on the ground was so frightened by the "monstrous thing" in front of him that he raised his arms to protect his head, and the war horse lost its grip. He lost his center of gravity and fell down with a scream.
Naturally, the chain-mail private soldiers standing in the second row would not miss this good opportunity. Before the wet Magyar landed, the veteran with quick eyes and quick hands had already stabbed his spear fiercely into his chest. The severe pain made the Turkic man scream loudly.
More Magyar light cavalry who had no time to rein in their horses rushed towards the spear wall. Their horses were all ponies, but not as tall as the little leader's horse. The militiamen seemed more confident in facing it. Encouraged by the veterans, he plucked up the courage to hold on to his spear and prepare for the collision.
"What the hell!"
A Magyar pony was stabbed by a spear. The severe pain caused the horse to almost lose its ability to move. The spear stuck diagonally in the soil broke with a "click" and failed to stop it from continuing to move forward due to inertia. The cavalry, so the horse's corpse knocked over the two squatting militiamen in the first row, and knocked back the mail private soldiers in the second row and sat on the ground.
The Magyar cavalry fell into the spear formation. Before he could stand up from the ground in dizziness, an archer beside him rushed forward, hugged his head, took out the knife from his waist, and cut His neck was cut open mercilessly, and blood flowed like a fountain.
The spear wall was limited by the number of people and was not as dense as Simon originally planned. Fortunately, these Magyars were not heavy armored cavalry. Most of the light cavalry were blocked by the first row of spears inserted diagonally. The wooden spears The crisp sounds of "clicking" the handles were broken were heard one after another. During this period, some cavalry broke through the obstruction of the spear wall. Fortunately, they were not injured and only bumped into a few soldiers.
A Magyar cavalryman following closely spotted the gap in the spear wall that his companion had sacrificed his life for, and prepared to rush out through the gap. However, when the cavalryman stepped over the dead horse corpse and the militiamen who were getting up from the ground, a lock next to them The armored veteran suddenly thrust his spear at him on the horse. The sharp spear point pierced the soft abdomen of the high-speed moving cavalry. For a moment, blood spattered, and the armored veteran seemed to have pierced a skewer of barbecue with a barbecue skewer. He generally left the cavalry on the spears, while his unharmed but frightened pony knocked away the three spearmen in front of it who had just climbed up from the ground, and continued running into the depths of the forest behind. .
The scene was once extremely chaotic.
The Magyars behind saw that they had no time to rein in their horses and collided head-on with their companions on the "Spear Wall", suffering heavy casualties. Even though the "Spear Wall" was already riddled with holes, no one was willing to take this risk again. They went around On the flanks of the spear array, they had to slow down due to the lush trees and branches in the forest. Some people were hit by the arrows fired by the archers, screamed and dropped their weapons and fell from their horses. The morale and fighting spirit of the Magyar cavalry were suffering a severe blow.
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The spear-wielding militiamen who ambush and charged into the Magyar camp found that these damn infidels were not as easy to kill as they thought. Many of them were on the battlefield for the first time. It was hard to imagine that they were just a group of soldiers before this. Just farmers working in the fields.
The regular training given by the instructors did not make them warriors quickly. On the contrary, most of the militiamen completely forgot the combat skills taught by the instructors after they contacted the enemy. This is normal. We cannot blame them for their reaction, but the price they paid for it was extremely high.
A young spear-wielding militiaman felt his whole body shaking. He was wearing a stuffed turban distributed to him by the sergeant. He was wearing a smelly, moldy armed jacket over the linen shirt he usually wore, and he was holding a short spear in his hand. and wooden shield.
Compared with the levies under other lords, he is lucky. At least Simon will distribute some equipment to them before going out to improve the chance of survival. However, other lords, let alone training the levies, have civilian farmers with hoes and pitchforks. They were dragged directly onto the battlefield, and no one cared about their life or death except themselves.
The young spear-wielding militiaman's breathing quickened due to nervousness. His heart was beating like a rabbit scurrying in the grass. He tightened the short spear in his hand and stabbed a man in front of him. The bearded middle-aged Magyar man, who obviously had some combat experience, quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the spear that contained huge brute force but made it very clumsy.
After the bearded Magyar man dodged the spear, he skillfully grabbed the handle of the spear that the young militiaman had no time to retract. He held the saber and slashed forward with force towards the bewildered young man. The latter screamed in agony. With a sound, he let go of the spear held by the enemy and retreated, falling to the ground.
This moldy armor saved his life, perhaps because the Magyar's saber became dull. In any case, the knife only cut through the outer cotton cloth of the armor and did not hurt his body. .
The young spearman was so frightened that half of his shoulder was so painful that he almost lost consciousness. He looked desperately at the infidel who stepped forward and raised the knife to take his life. He moved frantically on the ground with his right hand supporting his body, trying to stay away from the infidel.
"Boom!"
The bearded Magyar slashed with his second sword with all his strength. The young militiaman on the ground raised his left arm to block. The wooden shield he held on his left arm made a loud knocking sound. Sawdust flew everywhere. The saber, which had been dulled for a long time and had not been sharpened, only left a mark on the wooden shield.
When the bearded Magyar man, who had exhausted his patience, kicked the wooden shield out of the young militiaman's hand and was about to swing the third sword, a sharp hatchet struck him on the shoulder from behind, deeply The ground embedded itself into his collarbone.
Blood gushed out from the Magyar man's wound like boiling water. Sergeant Hann held the ax handle with both hands and stepped on the back of the bearded Magyar man who was moaning in pain. With a crisp "click" "The ax was pulled out with the sound of bones cracking.
"You saved my life!" The young man's legs shook violently, and he stood up tremblingly.
The battle in the camp was very fierce. As Simon expected, his mail-armored veterans killed these unprotected Magyars as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. However, the performance of the spear-wielding militiamen was unsatisfactory. Fortunately, With the encouragement of the veterans, their morale has not collapsed yet, and they are currently fighting back and forth with the Magyars.
Most of the weapons of the Magyars are no longer sharp, and even the tattered armors of Simon's spear-wielding militiamen cannot be cut through, let alone the chainmail armors of the veterans. The camp was full of blood and severed limbs, as well as people lying on the ground moaning in death, but most of them were Magyars. When the militiamen passed by these guys, someone spat at them with disdain and cursed them to hurry up. Go to hell, that's where they should go.
The majority of the Magyars are without armor protection, so most of the weapons Simon equips the soldiers are axes and swords. As long as the Magyars are cut down, they will basically lose the ability to continue fighting.
Of course, the Magyars are not all fools. Some Magyars who kept their sense saw that it was difficult to hurt Simon's soldiers with swords, so they picked up the spears they used on their horses to stab, and the sharp spear points easily The flexible armor was pierced, and some militiamen covered their wounds in pain and fell into a pool of blood. However, by this time, the Magyars were in a desperate situation, and many people had begun to flee in panic.
At this time, on the other side of the battlefield, Simon's spearmen were moving towards the camp in an orderly manner.
The Magyars who mounted horses near them were simply red-eyed. The Magyars did not want their plundering results in the past few months to be wasted, so they bravely clamped the belly of their horses in the dense forest and launched. charge.
A Magyar man who failed to control his horse crashed into a tree. The horse screamed, and he flew out from the horse and fell heavily on the trunk of another tree. He could not climb again for a long time. He got up, and was immediately hit by Krieg who was advancing forward under the cover of trees, completely killing him.
A Magyar rushed towards the spear-wielding soldier, waving a saber in his hand. This move was particularly effective against sword-wielding infantry or unsuspecting civilians, but the spearmen did not have much fear, and the courage to respond to the enemy came from them. A three to four meter long spear in his hand.
I saw a veteran holding a spear in both hands and pointing it in the direction of the Magyar attack. When he got closer and closer, and the cold light flashing on the saber made people stand on end, the veteran stabbed it fiercely, and the long The spear went deeply into the chest of the Magyar man, but the horse that was still running knocked down the two soldiers nearby who had no time to dodge. Fortunately, their lives were not in danger.
Some Magyars also chose to charge Simon's spearmen from an open space with fewer trees. At this time, Klein's superb archery skills were revealed. He pulled the one hundred pound recurve bow like a bellows. The arrows, which were generally easy and contained huge kinetic energy, flew towards the oncoming cavalry. The latter's neck was penetrated by the arrows, but he supported his body extremely tenaciously to avoid falling off the horse. He used up his last bit of strength. He grabbed the reins and deflected the direction, escaping outside the battlefield, but little Klein knew that he was no different from a dead man.
The morale of the Magyars has dropped to the bottom. Facing spearmen in the dense forest is simply a lingering nightmare for them. Here, their advantage of riding horses has turned into a disadvantage, while the Magyars fighting on foot have They also suffered heavy casualties because they did not have any armor.
They couldn't bear to fight anymore.
"Look, they're running away with their tail between their legs like mice!"
"Great, we killed all those pagan bastards!"
"God bless!"
The soldiers gave a deafening cheer of victory, and even if the fleeing Magyars were unwilling, they could only swallow this breath and save their lives for the time being.
Soon, the soldiers will begin the finishing work on the battlefield. This is also the moment that Simon is most looking forward to counting the loot.
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