Eagle Byzantium

The soldiers of the brigade on the sub-walls cheered immediately. They looked along the parapets and saw that the sharp arrows shot by the porcupines hit the Turkish cavalrymen and horses in the front team head-on, just like boiling water sprinkled on a large group of black ants. Amid painful screams, the first few rows of Turkish cavalrymen drank the arrows, holding the double reins, and rolled on the ground with their horses, dead and wounded.

Two or three seriously injured cavalrymen struggled, trembling and reaching out, crawling up from the chaotic scene with half of their bloodstained bodies - at this time, several brigade crossbowmen behind the sub-wall platform immediately stretched out their heads and arms, and several featherless crossbow arrows flew straight out of the crossbow machine slots, plop, plop, the Turkic cavalrymen who had survived the rain of porcupine arrows convulsed twice like electric shocks, fell to the ground and died.

The Turkish cavalry behind them began to form a guerrilla formation, drawing their bows and shooting arrows at the helmets sticking out from behind the sub-walls. Because they knew that this large crossbow that fired arrows densely had only this much effective firepower, and now that the believers in front had sacrificed themselves, it was time for them and their successors to bravely rush forward.

On this side, Decius and the rest of his comrades raised their shields of various colors. Countless arrows flew from all directions. Amid the violent noise, some shot into the shields, shaking Decius' arms, while others were bent in the collision, hitting his skirt deck and boots so hard that they hurt.

The sound of horns and drums rose up, and Decius put down his shield. The shields that his comrades had raised around him were also shaken away at the same time. The dazzling smoke and sunlight followed his eyes unhindered, imprinting the figures of the Turkish cavalry sweeping and galloping. He tilted his head to look at the left and right walls. Some of the soldiers on guard were shot and fell down, while others gritted their teeth and pulled out axes, spears, and hooks from behind the walls. They braved the flying arrows and stabbed and chopped at the bottom of the wall to prevent the Turkish soldiers from dismounting and climbing. Many military servants followed the bottom of the wall, bent over and shouted, and used ropes to pull the chevaux forks in front of his team: the road to attack was opened, and the drums and flags on the city gate tower once again told Decius and everyone in the team, "You are the vanguard of the assault!"

Can't hesitate, I am the commander of this detachment, Dugelius.

Decius shouted and fastened the other buckle of the shield around his arm, so that he was no longer holding the shield, but "carrying" it with half of his body, which gave him more room to control the sword in his hand. "Don't swing it randomly, follow my pace and approach the enemy!" He roared, covering his shield in front of him, not showing his head at all, leaving only a small half of it, to spy on the enemy cavalry formation, but to be honest, he could only see countless horse hooves and legs shaking in front of him, then he bent his waist and raised his sword, bent his knees, and ran in a half-squatting posture. The other soldiers imitated Dugelius's posture, forming a low human-shield battle line, and quickly moved forward and backward towards the approaching Turkish cavalry.

The soldiers in the rear queue ran even faster, they were all holding long hooks and big iron sticks, their boots and leggings were covered with flying sand and dust, the Turkic arrows grazed their scalps, but they had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge forward bravely. Because the Grand Duke said in advance that if the officers and comrades in front entered, you had to enter as well, and then use the weapons in your hands to slash and kill the enemy, regardless of the number of men and horses. If you think of victory in your heart, "God will surely grant those who believe in him a glorious victory."

Gawain on the city gate tower saw with his own eyes that on the vast battlefield below, his own soldiers and the Turkish cavalry began to press together fiercely, and his heart was also extremely uneasy: between the camp, the estuary fortress, Rose Ridge and the enemy's forward base Ata City, there was a flat land sandwiched between mountains and rivers, which was the battlefield where the enemy cavalry galloped proudly. At this moment, if the Red Hand Brigade was still required to charge and fight with a large infantry spear phalanx, not only would it fail to catch the enemy cavalry, but it would also be severely hit by the enemy's rain of arrows, and it would also lose physical strength in the attack, resulting in the line being cut off by the enemy's cavalry with complete mobility, suffering huge losses.

Therefore, he discussed with generals such as Melo and Gregor, and decided to rely on the camp, the sub-walls, and the infantry with mixed weapons to counterattack the enemy cavalry in a short time before the defense of Geddie was completely completed, so as to accumulate tactical victories for strategic initiative.

So the protagonists this time are the swordsmen of Italy and Germany, as well as the soldiers of the brigade who changed their weapons. Gawain must trust their elite and well-trained.

The sound of horses neighing like thunder - Decius raised his eyes and saw an enemy cavalry rushing towards him. At this angle, the opponent, including the man and the horse, was so tall that he was almost out of breath. If it was a team composed of ordinary farmers, all they could do at this time was to flee with their backs to the enemy, right?

But Decius silently recited in his heart, not looking at the opponent's body, but only at the opponent's weapon: Sure enough, the approaching Turkish cavalry stared at him with terrifying eyes, holding the javelin high in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed coldly - this is the horse-fighting weapon favored by the Turks and Saracens, which can be thrown from a distance and stabbed at any time.

Within a fraction of a second, Decius very skillfully predicted the trajectory of the opponent's weapon, tilted the shield, and then held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slashed at the falling horse leg horizontally with all his strength.

The smelly blood splashed all over his breastplate, and the originally proud horse neigh turned into a scream. The javelin in the hand of the cavalry on horseback fell out of his hand and fell to the ground behind Decius, and he fell to the ground with the horse whose legs were cut off, smashing a lot of dust.

A soldier behind him crouched and rushed forward, chopping off the guy's neck with an axe.

With a flash of lightning, another rider rushed over, holding a javelin with the tip of the blade facing down.

Two soldiers behind him ran to stand with Decius, holding out long hooks with iron claws and pressing against the chest of the cavalry's horse. The horse neighed violently and its feet flew into the air, "Kill it!" The soldier just chopped off the head of the first cavalryman, and then he turned around with an axe and chopped off the left foot of the horse that was pressed by the hook.

"Kill him!" Decius shouted, and with all his strength, he thrust out his sword and thrust the tip of the blade into the right rib of the cavalryman. Then the feeling of the opponent's internal organs breaking apart, hissing along the weapon in his hand, with a trembling pleasure, transmitted to the nerves of his body and brain. This was a feeling that only killing could bring, and Decius trembled happily, watching the blood in the enemy's body, gurgling endlessly, flowing along the hilt of the sword and all over his arms, everywhere - the cavalryman screamed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he hung his head and died on the horse's back.

Two meters away, two soldiers also used hooks to resist the horseshoe of a Turkic cavalryman, and then a soldier jumped up, wielding a large iron rod with both hands, smashing the horse's head into pieces, and then turned his hand and hit the rod, and the cavalryman's breastplate, sternum and ribs, made a terrifying explosion sound... (To be continued ~^~)