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Old Bernard finally came up.

Standing on the podium, Huo Teng looked down from a high position.

At the first glance, Huo Teng noticed that the spirit of the Saxony army was completely different from when Bernard Jr. led the team.If we say that before, the Saxon army was idlers and wanderers full of resentment; now the Saxon army is a pack of hungry wolves, fighting machines with their thinking ability blocked.Whenever they remembered that the general standing behind was Bernard, they immediately gained confidence and did not dare to play tricks again.

This little difference will determine the outcome of this battle.

"It's not good to fight."

Huo Teng had a headache.

He noticed that the Lüneburg Gladiators, the legendary unit that had always belonged to Bernard, had also stepped onto the battlefield.

These guys are all martial idiots collected by Bernard, known for being good at sword and shield fighting.Their morale is high, they are very good at blocking with shields, and they are neither afraid of arrow showers nor melee combat. They will fight to the last moment for Bernard, even if there is only one person left.The Lüneburg Gladiators are also a very rare, completely full-time non-noble force. They live in the sword arena north of Lüneburg and share the salary and women donated by Bernard.

In simple terms, such legendary troops determine the high point of an army.

When Lüneburg fighters enter the battlefield, they can often cause a joint collapse reaction when they defeat an army, causing the entire enemy's formation to collapse.

"Look, they're building bridges with war beasts!"

What made Huo Teng even more unexpected was that the old Bernard was so crazy.

He even asked the animal trainer to drive two and a half sea dragons into the water with a ladder on their backs. When the two giant beasts nested horizontally in the water, the ladders intertwined and crossed together, allowing the Lüneburg swordsmen to quickly pass the eight-meter-wide Rumer River .

"Mountain Javeliner, cast!"

Since the old Bernard is playing for real, Huo Teng is also true.

More than a hundred javeliners swarmed forward and threw their javelins at the half-sea dragon crouching in the water.Although the effect was not good, it did make the half-sea dragon tremble continuously, and the fighter who was nimble like the wind kept falling into the water.

Horten tapped his second finger.

So dozens of carefully selected, long-armed throwers threw out the oil tanks in their hands, which were filled with the asphalt that Huo Teng bought from the Ardennes area.

Asphalt is not flammable under normal conditions, and Huo Teng couldn't figure out why the asphalt in the Ardennes area was so easy to burn. In 957, Siegfried of Luxembourg led his supporters and the army of the Kingdom of Denmark to defeat the Saxon army with fewer victories and more reversals.

Maybe grandpa, or the Saxon army whose father died in the Battle of the Ardennes Forest, is quite aware of the horror of asphalt.

The old Bernard standing on a high place is also very clear.

With a wave of his hand, countless Saxon soldiers rushed forward.But what they held in their hands was not spears and swords, but countless bags wrapped in mud and stones.

"The spirit of a Saxon warrior will never go out, isn't it just a river? If the road is different, then let me fill up this river! Huo Teng, how dare you break ground on my head again and again?"

A single word struck the hearts of the Saxon army like thunder.

Old Bernard had a gloomy face, overlooking the eight-meter-wide Rumer River like a hero.

And Huo Teng, who was on the other side of the river, was even weaker as a weak egg in his eyes.

In the first battle, we must launch a full-fledged general attack!

Chapter 160 Five Death Smoke

"In front of me, it seems that a high mountain has suddenly been erected; it also seems that a high wall has been erected suddenly, otherwise why are these Saxons so mad?"

Huo Teng took a deep breath and stood up uncontrollably. After realizing that this would show that he was not confident enough, he sat down on half of his buttocks, unconsciously as if he was afraid that the enemy would make another big wave, so he hurriedly stood up and waited and watched .

No wonder he couldn't believe it.

The Saxon army is crazy.

They came out in full force, braving the arrows flying all over the sky, and piled up the soil to the river again and again.Even because the speed of the accumulation was too fast, the water flow suddenly emptied the loose soil and then collapsed. Dozens of people fell into the river mud and their life and death were uncertain. They couldn't stop the crazy people.

It seems that there is a shackle that restrains their thinking, allowing them to rush forward again and again without fear of death.

The Rumo River is only eight meters wide. For a qualified longbowman, a fixed target at this distance can be hit by a grandma.Huo Teng's two main shooters, the Crusader Archer and the Ranger, almost stood on the branches of the trees blocking the ships and shot. Their hands were sore and their shoulders were numb. Continue to rush forward without hesitation.

When Huo Teng saw that the Rumo River was compressed to only four or five meters by them in an instant, he finally couldn't sit still and jumped up.

"Grandma, aren't they short of food?"

No one can answer this question.

Because of the monster bridge built by Ban Hailong, dozens of fighters jumped onto the river bank on ladders.

Adlaib hurriedly led the infantry spear regiment to intercept.Under the command of the sergeant captain, the infantry spear regiment wearing chain mail and having the long spear badge, the peasant army that Horten placed high hopes on, after the first face-to-face with the Lüneburg swordsman, it was like sunshine in a blink of an eye Like falling snowflakes, it melts and dissipates.

A group of hundreds went up, only thirty or forty came back, and the rest were all handed over to the fighters in close combat.Morale collapsed in an instant, making it impossible for Adlaib to save him.

Observing closely, Huo Teng finally understood what it meant to be strong in the middle of the pack.

Chain mail is woven differently and has different defensive capabilities.Junk goods with one discount and two discounts cannot be resisted by swords and spears, and there are also genuine and good products with one discount and four discounts, or even two discounts and eight discounts.Choose thick riveted lock rings, double stacked and then riveted heavy chain mail, even armor-piercing arrows and spears are difficult to penetrate.

Huo Teng's soldiers were wearing garbage with one ring and two rings, and they dragged and hung on their bodies as if to let the wind out.The Lüneburg swordsmen on the opposite side were all well-equipped with armor, and the chain mail on their bodies was obviously more dense and thicker.They also have fighting bucklers hanging on their arms, parrying, blocking arrows, assassinating and wiping their necks all in one go.The one-handed swords in their hands were forged with the best iron by the best blacksmiths in Saxony.

"I'll stop them."

Caron hurriedly called out his subordinates, and led the Frankish professional mercenaries to the front line.

The knights in the rear asked to fight one after another: "This is not acceptable, let the knights dismount together."

Huo Teng, on the other hand, experienced extremely complicated mental entanglements. After making strategic calculations, he still clenched his fists with difficulty: "No, the knights... don't move!"

The number of knights owned by Huo Teng can form a balance or even a slight advantage over the Principality of Saxony in some areas.Huo Teng would not be reconciled if he insisted on throwing such strategic and decisive forces into the muddy tree branches on the river beach, playing a game of dice with the enemy's infantry killers who were good at this.

But in the current situation, the strategic decisive battle Huo Teng expected could no longer be expected.

If the Saxons headed by the gladiators were to break through the probe positions, they might have to pack their bags and run back to Göttingen County tomorrow.

Huo Teng whipped the horse, and personally drove the horse to summon the secret troops to show up and prepare.

"Take out our secret weapon. It's already this time. If you don't go up, you have to go up. Push all the reserves...no, two-thirds of the reserves onto the trebuchet."

Patience, both the Gottingen and Saxon troops are patient.

Now is the time to compete who has thicker blood and tougher flesh.Although the Frankish professional mercenaries led by Caron blocked the gladiator's will to continue to expand the beachhead, they were unable to move forward.A large group of spears gathered around them, forming a siege with the Frankish mercenaries, intending to squeeze the fighters back into the river by virtue of their numbers.

This is a stupid way, and it's the only way Adlaib can do it.

But the stupid way is effective. The fighters are outnumbered, squeezed in the middle by the shields, and don't even have much chance to use their arms.

At this time, the Saxon army was in the formation.

Little Bernard was publicly dismissed from the army early, and old Bernard even publicly stated that he would send this guy to a monastery for self-reflection.

Old Bernard looked at the gradually routed fighters on the beach from a distance, and he was also a little flustered.

He is a veteran who has led troops to old age, and the truth that the army is the strongest when it is the first breath is deeply rooted in his heart.But in the face of Huo Teng, a monstrous young man, old Bernard dared not neglect him in the slightest.As soon as he pushed his hand, he gritted his teeth fiercely: "Push our soldiers up, even if they are drowned. Everyone dismounts the knights, everyone wears shields, and drives the mules, horses, cattle and sheep to the river to step on their feet. Use any kind of stepping. I don't care if I clog up this river, half-sea dragon, let them wash up on the beach! I don't want it!"

At the critical moment, Huo Teng was still holding back his big move and refused to let go, but the old Bernard did it in one go, putting all the cards he could play on the gamble.

All of a sudden, flags were raised from the Saxony barracks, and the army was driven away from the barracks by the Duke's personal guards.The knights gave up their horses, the retinues wore shields, and everyone wore chain mail or cloth armor. They were forced to tentatively advance in the Rumer River while throwing dirt bags.

Although the river is not turbulent, but with dozens of catties of chain mail on the body, if you are not careful, you will sink to the bottom of the river, drowning and not being able to float.The Saxons held hands and supported each other, the people in the front row put shields on their faces, and the people in the back row pulled for their lives.Even so, from time to time there were followers or knights whose feet were empty and were swallowed by the river.

Old Bernard didn't even take such a sacrifice seriously.In his eyes, only Huo Teng's head was on his neck!

The Göttingen army on the bank no longer cared about taking care of the enemies in the river.

Two and a half sea dragons roared and rushed to the river bank. The mud and tree branches could not stop the tearing of the giant beast. The spears of ordinary soldiers could only pierce the bloody skin, and only the damage of the spear throwers could make them fearful.

The Göttingen army retreated step by step. The beachhead was only missing one point at the beginning, and then there were many damages. In the end, all the tree branches were captured. The gully barely maintained its defense.

Some knights couldn't wait any longer, and could not wait to kneel down and beg Huo Teng: "Count, if you don't let the knights go up, I'm afraid we'll lose all the positions. Even... even if you choose some old guys who can't ride horses, and Where are the followers?"

Huo Teng held a fuse and stared at the battlefield map without saying a word.

He is sure this will be a battle that will go down in history because Horten is making the craziest bets.

The attendant broke in suddenly: "My lord, the eight trebuchets are ready! The situation is about to collapse, shall we launch it?"

His words were like a gust of wind, blowing Huo Teng awake.

Enough pressure, time to release the flood.

Swallow the biggest result that can be won right now, and then think about how to make Bernard subdue.

Huo Teng waved his hand vigorously: "Let go, let them all out. Where are the knights? Anyone with a big waist and a round waist will follow me. If anyone can't throw the torch 50 meters away, next year's rent will be increased by [-]%!"

Huo Teng's secret weapon, of course, is the asphalt fire in Arden Forest.

But this time, Huo Teng's thinking is very unique.

He abandoned the way most knights used asphalt to set fire to forests and grasslands to cause chaos to the enemy, but prepared to throw asphalt cans on the river, and with the help of the property that asphalt mixed with oil can burn on water, he was trapped in the water. fatal blow to the enemy.

Innovation requires only a little wisdom.

Eight torsion trebuchets were pushed to the front line, and Huo Teng's officers waved the banner of withdrawing troops, causing the soldiers fighting on the front line to withdraw one after another.

"emission!"

Huo Teng raised the sword himself, and the slave put the high-temperature asphalt tank baked on the fire on the trebuchet, and the craftsman on the other side inserted the cloth strip soaked in bright oil, and lit it with a torch.

Boom!

The tendon line straightened, and the splashed high-temperature asphalt jar hit the helmet of the Saxon army in the water. The splintered and splashed asphalt smeared his face and even got into his eyes, making him unable to see what happened to him.

Bitumen is flammable, but it must be heated at high temperatures to be flammable.

Horten did heat it hastily, but in the end, out of the eight pots, only two were burning, and the rest of the bitumen was floating on the water, making the Saxon army cough and difficult to move, but it didn't seem to have much effect.It’s not that the Saxons haven’t had the disadvantage of asphalt barbecue. They know that this kind of thing is not so flammable and not very lethal. The biggest problem is that the smoke it releases when it burns can poison people.

But the second wave of hot asphalt cans continued to project, and the accompanying torches flying all over the sky made it look not so simple.

"No, retreat!"

When old Bernard saw the asphalt cans flying around, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell to the ground and couldn't lie down.

His father was lit by asphalt, and the father and son of the Billund family were able to join the Billund family. He himself was very clear about the limitations of the pitch.

But who would have thought that Huo Teng would throw asphalt on the water?

Shouldn't an asphalt fire be put out with water?

Old Bernard did see through the danger, but his orders came too late.

Hundreds of knights, retinues, and many, many sergeants are now stuck in the muddy riverbed of the Rumer River and are struggling to move.Everyone relies on pulling each other so as not to fall together. How can they escape quickly?

So wave after wave of asphalt cans fell, some burning and most floating.

Thick black smoke floated on the river, covered the sky, and fell like a curtain of death, covering the heads of the Saxons, making them unable to breathe at all.The sulfide volatilized by asphalt penetrated into the mouths and noses of soldiers, which is a completely unsolvable death killer in this era.

Huo Teng was panting heavily, he didn't even dare to look at the battlefield.

Because there was not much bitumen burning on the smoky Rumer River, most of it was solidified near the neck of the Saxon because of insufficient ignition.

However, after a small part of the burning asphalt ignited the branches on the bank, the smoke formed was scattered everywhere, covering the river in darkness.The lethality of asphalt is fully exposed under the smog.

It is not fire that kills, but smoke.

Under the billowing poisonous smoke, how many people can breathe smoothly?

The Göttingen army retreated tacitly, lying on the bank and looking at the Rumer River shrouded in black mist.

It was so quiet and lonely that there was no sense of life.

Until the smoke dissipated, hundreds of Saxons on the river stood in the mud of the river bed, opening their mouths and eyes wide open to try to get more oxygen, but their stomachs were full of burning asphalt of sulfides.The face like a ghost was frozen at this moment by death.

They were so aligned that hundreds of people looked up to the sky and opened their black mouths.It's like the stargazing school of the British, but the raw materials are real people.

Even if he was as stubborn as Huo Teng, looking at the dark eyes of hundreds of people, his heart was trembling with fear.

"Don't blame me. If you want to blame, just blame your Duke." Huo Teng knelt on one knee and crossed himself with both hands.

Hundreds of knights in Göttingen knelt on one knee and prayed for the dead Saxon knights. Even the Saxons on the other side of the river saw this scene.

"My God, I really can't fight anymore."

A Saxon knight fell to his knees dejectedly.

Chapter 160 The Sixth Last Meal

[On October 31, Horten Bowenden and Bernard Billon fought in the Rumer River. Horten called the fire of hell and burned hundreds of Saxon knights to death in the river.Black smoke soared into the sky, and the undead howled. 】

The Northeim area also has its own monastery, which is just a small courtyard run by a few monks.One of the more virtuous and cultured monks was using precious parchment to record the major events that just happened in Nottheim.

But his records are extremely magical to read.

【Hoten spit out fire like a demon, Bernard led his knights into the water to escape, but he didn't know that Horten's flame could even ignite water...】