The rising sun in the east crosses the towering mosque silence tower by the north wall.

Roger stood at the city gate and watched his troops leave the city again.

Three heavy squads of veterans, Jews and stonemasons, were already lined up outside the city gate.

The giant shield crossbow-holding militia held heavy crossbows with strings, and lined up in loose queues behind them.

The round shield swordsman and caravan riding horse militia guarded the left and right.

Roger saw the noisy and dark heads swarming out of the narrow door hole, and then fell to the ground like a bucket of dirty water, spreading spreading.

These people were divided into ten square arrays from left to right behind the giant shielded crossbow militia.

The team was led by veterans assigned by Rubio, who were already standing there early with wooden sticks in hand.

These ten square arrays were composed of Christians summoned by the priests.

Six town militias and four crossbow-carrying militias.

It was not that Roger had thought of equipting them better, but Rubio opposed it.

Rubio said: "These people have not experienced any battles before, giving them good equipment is a waste.

"Sir, look, I can't even figure out which team I am from. There are also crossbowmen who are drilling into the spearmen's queue. Tsk tsk..."

Roger knew that not only Rubio thought so, but all the veterans thought so.

Veterans in the army despise the new recruits, and they have not changed since ancient times.

Perhaps only the People's Army of China in later generations can eliminate this bad habit.

Roger doesn't have time to do ideological work for the veterans now.

So he couldn't give these new recruits the same equipment as veterans, even if there was still in the warehouse.

He needs this hierarchy and this comparative mentality to maintain the combat effectiveness of the army.

He looked at the town militia who were still looking for his own queue. These people were not wearing armor, holding short spears and wooden shields, and could still see them on the city wall. It was too much for them to fight in the field.

But Roger is not worried now.

His troops have an absolute advantage in number, and there are several teams that have seen blood to support him. He does not think that the 7,80 "wash" opposite can come up with any tricks.

Roger did not plan to go out to fight in the city wall, he was still paying attention to the recruits.

He saw a new recruit being driven out of the queue by a veteran with a wooden stick.

The veteran shouted: "Look at your fingers, which team belongs to you, I don't know!"

The recruits beside him laughed and started cheering:

"You black little finger run, let's go, let's go, who's thicker?"

"He is thicker than you."

"Ha ha ha ha"

The veteran beat him back with a stick: "Sujing! Mom is fighting. You guys are all standing up for me!"

The recruit with a blackened little finger was watching from outside the team blankly.

He shouted, "Littlefinger, where is the Littlefinger?"

Someone on the right side shouted: "Here, here is the little finger!"

The recruit ran over quickly.

But he was driven out by the veterans there.

"Your fucking hands are not distinguished? This is not your little finger, you are there!"

The recruit ran from the far right to the far left.

He finally found his own team, the Black Littlefinger Team with his left hand.

Roger shook his head when he saw the city gate.

But compared to the chaos in the city lord's mansion square a few days ago, this is already very good.

Roger remembered that at that time, the veterans who led the team did not know the new recruits under their command, and the new recruits did not know their own queue. It was so messy.

Later, Roger came up with the idea that he divided the recruits into ten squads according to their fingers, and each squad painted the corresponding finger black.

So when someone ran to the wrong queue, the veterans in the team leader could tell at a glance that with a stick, fewer people would make mistakes.

Roger put away his memories.

He watched as all the teams outside the city were in place.

The ten square formations behind were three urban militia teams and two crossbow-holding militia teams, standing in a staggered position.

Roger issued an order to attack.

The messenger beside him yelled:

"attack!"

The entire formation slowly moved forward.

Roger saw that the troops in front were walking neatly, and there were ten messes behind him.

He knew that this was the result of too little training.

He has no good idea about this.

Roger has experienced the battle of guarding the sulfur mine, and he knows how messy the novice will be after the fight.

He even divided the north city wall into ten defensive sections, centered on the city gate, 1 to 5th sections on the left and 1 to 5th sections on the right of the door, and 1 to 5th sections on the right of the door. He named it with his fingers and asked someone to draw pictures on the corresponding city wall. In this way, someone ran away wrongly.

Roger returned to God.

He watched the "wash" outside the city turn into "flies".

When the large army approached the Javelin Cavalry, the cavalry "bang" and scattered and retreated.

When the large army stood up and settled, they surrounded each other again.

No matter how provoked the soldiers, the Javelin Cavalry did not fight, but they did not retreat.

Rubio, who was the independent leader, was ruthless and chased the death with his infantry.

The javes were like walking their dogs, and they took the chasing infantry from the east outside the north wall to the west, and then from the west to the east.

They used the kite tactics to the extreme, and made Roger's infantry exhausted from being dog-like.

Roger saw the caravan and the militia were forced to go up.

The javes fled far away and fled to a position where the caravans, horse-riding militia and infantry were about to get out of touch and dared not pursue them again.

When the caravans and horse-riding militia retreated back into the infantry camp, they slowly tangled up again.

Roger watched from the city gate, and he was not in a hurry. He had already expected this result before going to the battle.

He thought that this kind of combat like an exercise was not without benefits.

At least it can help the recruits get rid of the fear of fighting and increase the tacit understanding of overall cooperation.

Roger found that his morale was indeed getting higher and higher.

He heard the recruits shouting:

"Aragorn is just that."

"I dare to chase them and run together."

"So that's how war is. I always thought it was scary."

......

Roger felt that if this continues, his new recruits would almost become arrogant.

Just as Roger was about to withdraw his troops, he saw smoke rising from the north.

A team of people came over from afar.

Roger ordered the troops to return to the city gate to form an array.

He carefully identified the flag of the team, and he expected it to be the yellow castle flag of Castilla.

Gradually, he saw clearly.

On the flag on the white background, there are bright red sword-shaped crosses, the handle and the ends of the handguard are lily-shaped, and the center of the cross on the flag and the pattern of the sword hilt are shell badges.

The knight holding the flag wears a white robe, and the white robe has the same pattern as the flag.

When they got closer, Roger saw these white-robed knights in total 60 horses.

They are strong in physique, have good morale, have excellent armor, have long swords on their waists, and hold heavy rifles in their hands. The team is in a consistent pace while walking, and they are obviously well-trained strong troops.

The leader was a knight in a black robe, with bright red sword-shaped crosses on the black robe.

Behind this cavalry, a long line of troops could not see the tail, all of them were infantry and civilians, guarding the baggage chariots in the middle.

Roger knew this was not the reinforcements he wanted.
Chapter completed!