Eagle Flag of Epirus

In the pool of blood, the Serbian cavalry lay corpses everywhere, and the first round of impact Justinian directly abolished the rebels' proud reliance. Cavalry infantry is not without it. For example, when the Crusader knights invaded the Holy Land, they left a deep impression on the Saracens when they attacked the city. However, just like Justinian, using a two-meter-long lance as a weapon to initiate a charge is unprecedented for the rebels who encountered an ambush.

And this is also a risky and helpless move for Justinian. Only in this way can the enemy's main force be destroyed, and Pisa in the castle should be able to capture it at a minimum cost.

In the later Italian Wars, the French military police knights were attacked by the Swiss, and the German mercenaries who cooperated with them were unbearably disintegrated. The helpless elite cavalry had no choice but to hold a wall and form a spear formation to fight with them, although they failed in the end. But at least proved the feasibility of this tactic. Not to mention that these rebels are just a mob, so Justinian would choose to win.

"Assault!" Justinian yelled, and saw an army with spears like forest rushing into the past, regrouping into a neat line to attack the panicked rebels once again. At this time, if you compare this army to If a spear is used, Justinian is the tip of the spear, which kills the most but is also the easiest to break.

I saw that the enemy’s blood was splattered with Justinian’s robe, and several sharp weapons would fall on him, but Justinian didn’t care but fought with the enemy who was rushing up with a sword. Place.

"Don't disperse the dense array, just suppress the enemy!"

Under Justinian's order, the cavalry formed a spear formation to bite the rebels and make it difficult to move. At this time, the advantages of the terrain were gradually revealed. The rebels squeezed into a small space were close to each other. Almost everyone had their knees against their knees, and they couldn't even bend down. And this is exactly the effect Justinian needed, to surround the enemy's archers among them, even if the opponent wanted it, they couldn't shoot them. In this way, the initiative on the battlefield will be firmly held in his own hands.

"damn it!"

On the other side, Betoni, who was caught off guard, was shocked and angry at this moment. He didn't expect the opponent to be so crazy! Commanding this army is simply a lunatic. The blood-soaked road on the ground has turned into a puddle of mud, and Bettoni's frightened horse tripped, and his hoof slipped, almost causing him to roll off the saddle. Fortunately, the horse and the horse maintained their balance in the end.

But it was this stagger that made Bettoni inadvertently see a face that made him tremble all over.

It's Justinian! How could he appear here? Shouldn't he have lost the news after the Battle of Macedonia? Betoni was so scared that he couldn't believe his eyes at all, but now in retrospect, can anyone other than the little fox of Moriah be able to do such a madman-like tactic?

I can no longer think about why Justinian appeared here, Bertoni’s eyes were filled with deep resentment. At this moment, he just wanted to kill Justinian. In his opinion, only that Mo Leah's little fox is dead and he hasn't lost this battle yet!

Betoni was already in a frenzy, and he didn't care about the surrounding subordinates desperately to dissuade him, and ordered his army to pounce on Justinian and his army. He was ready to use his numerical advantage to reverse the decline, but this also made him completely lost the chance to retreat.

At this time, Justinian had completed the final arrangement, and the gun formation formed by the foot cavalry had blocked the narrow mountain road, making the final battle a brave and persevering final competition.

In the face of the two-sided attack, the rebels were already in a panic, especially the old, weak, sick and disabled in the rear. They just turned around as soon as they touched, and they didn't mean to fight. Deliberately leaving a gap, Justinian chose to let these rebels who had lost their combat effectiveness left, completely exposing the enemy's flanks. Justinian raised the spear in his hand and shouted: "Long live Moria!" and everyone behind him responded loudly. The spearhead flew out in a formation, sending out a scream of interlaced steel, and the sludge splashed on the muddy ground and the sharp weapon merged with blood.

Everyone was accelerating and charging at the same time to maintain their distance, and at the last moment they flattened their gun barrels, piercing the chest of an enemy wearing leather armor with their carved lances, because the barrels used by the Byzantine cavalry were not easy to break immediately. Latin style, so the lance continued to pierce the body of the next person in an instant. At this time, the rebels finally took up a decisive posture, and saw that they stepped on their companion's body, holding a shield and a spear, passing through their torso around their torso, raising an axe and slashing at the heavy armored knight in front of them~www.readwn. com~ However, Justinian had already anticipated that the enemy would do this. He had already prepared for this and immediately issued an order:

"Abandon the gun in the front row!"

As soon as the voice fell, the heavy armored cavalry in the same row as Justinian dropped their spears for offensive use at the same time, and while witnessing the strange situation, the rebels were in a trance, and the heavy lion wildhammer slammed into it. Their shield. The arms of the rebel expeditions that were caught off guard by this heavy armor-piercing weapon were paralyzed, and the walking heavy cavalry who flew in front of them had already approached and thrust their short swords at every passing Molly. Sub-rebels. In an instant, the beautiful blood flower bloomed in the rebel battlefield. Justinian moved flexibly in the dense spear formation, and he lived like a messenger of death, wherever his sword went, his hand was broken and his shield was shattered--

The rebels were stubbornly restricted by the long guns in the back two rows and could not resist. The attack distance on the opposite side was twice theirs. This was no longer a battle, but a massacre. More and more rebel soldiers fell, and the increase in casualties finally made their morale unsustainable. The first soldier threw down his weapon and fled, followed by the second, then the third and the fourth, and the downturn was never able to return.

Watching this scene, Bettoni finally showed a trace of fear on his face, but when he realized that he might have gone to the end, he found that he had been forced to the edge of the cliff. And Justinian was relentlessly tightening the noose he hung around the enemy’s neck, and ruthlessly commanded his army to defeat the rebel army like a spear pierced through a pumpkin. At this moment, his whole body was splashed. The heavy armored knights with blood all look like roaring steel armored demons...