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Chapter 1216 The Final Chapter of Maastricht(2/2)

Gilbert even doubted his life. His army seemed to be no match for the strong force of the Normans, and it had to endure the constant loss of arrows and javelins.

Especially those damn javelins, their existence became more and more deadly. A javelin could penetrate the bodies of two warriors, and even strange projectiles would hit them.

The Frankish infantry formations crowded on the battlefield became more and more dense, and the more so, the easier it was for the Russian navy and engineers sitting on the big ships to continue their output from a commanding position. Most of the oil used to lubricate the torsion ropes and slides was used to make torches and participate in arson.

As for the torque slingshot with high intensity output and lack of lubrication, the durability of the slingshot was quickly consumed. Finally, the torque unit of the slingshot collapsed, and a formation collapsed.

Don't panic, don't you still have crossbows? The naval soldiers who lost their position still shot crossbows from a high position, and even used a simple spear thrower to throw out the javelin.

Thanks to Rurik's thorough preparations for this expedition, and thanks to the fact that the operation has only experienced the most serious bloody battle of the entire battle until now, the weapons originally reserved for the college finally came into use.

The enemy must be the Frankish Western Garrison in the intelligence, and they ended up fighting with them.

Five hundred heavy cuirassiers stepped on the bodies of men and horses to suppress them with all their strength, beating Ramóngao's army back steadily.

More and more Frank warriors were killed, and the powerful army forced them to retreat continuously.

Finally, it was the lower nobles of Ramon's high army who were the first to collapse. His knight master died in the battle, and his followers dispersed. It was estimated that they could not win, so the knight left the battlefield with his followers and just wanted to retreat on horseback.

Seeing this situation, Gilbert's courage also quickly dissipated. It was not because he was weak, but because the Normans were monsters, and they were actually invulnerable. How could they fight?

He thought of escaping, but when he was hesitating, he clearly saw a special dead body next to a dead horse.

"Is it him? Tristan?!"

Even though there was a lot of mud stuck to the armor's stomach, he still recognized the veteran through the details of the armor.

"You...actually died in the first round of charge? You are dead, what should I do?!" Gilbert, whose scalp was numb, had his confidence completely collapsed. Even the general appointed by the king died for his country, and he had to

Do you want to die? No! We can't win the battle anymore. If we don't retreat now, everyone will die here.

"Withdraw! Withdraw. Let's withdraw! Withdraw to Namur City. We will hold on..."

He spoke in a panic and voluntarily left the battlefield accompanied by his own soldiers.

Seeing that the Count was on the run and that the soldiers of Ramon Gao's army were still fighting, they simply gave up their positions and fled.

The escape caused a chain reaction, like a tug-of-war with no winner or loser. When one side showed its weakness, someone finally gave up, causing the whole situation to collapse. The Frank army completely collapsed, and even the backs of their retreating troops were still used as arrows by the Russian army.

target.

One side is escape, the other side is pursuit.

The Ross coalition did not care about their fatigue or the mud and blood all over their bodies. They looked like catfish emerging from the mud, or like a group of black monsters, chasing Frank, who was also disheveled and covered in mud.

Both sides had no formation at all. The defeated Count Ramongo hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield. He found his mount and quickly mounted the horse. He squeezed the horse's belly with his legs and rushed out.

Behind him were the fleeing men and the Frankish standing army, which had lost its pride.

Finally, the group of Normans who were like Satan's apostles were chasing them. How could a human's legs run faster than a horse?

Maybe now we can reorganize the troops and attract the Normans who have escaped the cover of the riverside ships to the inland, and the cavalry can launch another crushing attack.

However, the people's hearts have been dispersed, and Gilbert cannot quickly control the overall situation with his own power. Besides, there are a large number of troops that are not his soldiers at all. Let alone whether he can stop the decline, those guys are not under his command.

"I've tried my best! Even the king's standing army can't win, how can I win? If I die in the battle, the whole La Monga will collapse. My son has just been born. How can a young baby survive in the chaos?

To defend my fiefdom? Doesn’t it mean that it will be annexed by the Flanders?”

Gilbert did have such scruples, and he could use them to justify his future escape to the king himself.

But he still became a coward.

The heavily armored Russian heavy infantry had no ability to join in the pursuit. Veteran General Grund had been fighting until now. He felt that if he continued to fight, he would not be killed by the enemy because of his heavy armor.

"Cowards! Go to hell!"

"The Franks continue to fight? My sword will still drink your blood!"



The heavily armored soldiers were unable to pursue and could only yell and curse on the spot. Grund gasped and called to the brothers: "Stop yelling! Clean the battlefield, find our wounded, and kill the dying enemies."



After that, his sharp eyes stared at the back of the fleeing enemy. He saw that they seemed to be the Götalanders or Danes, and they actually started to capture the war horses left by the enemy.

It seems that the Frank army was really defeated. Without their proud horses, they could not organize cavalry.

"So... we win, right?"

Suddenly, the veteran Grund collapsed from exhaustion, and the soldiers around him hurriedly gathered around him. He thought his boss was seriously injured, but what he heard was the boss whispering with a smile: "Leave me alone, let me rest for a while.
Chapter completed!
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