In the Lombardy cavalry camp, a guy on horseback who looked up in ecstasy suddenly felt a coolness in his open mouth, and a soft, sticky, slightly watery, mud-like substance landed in his throat without any bias. With a deep breath, his throat squirmed, and he swallowed the foreign object in his mouth. The unlucky guy exhaled, stretched out his palm and slapped the tip of his nose twice. A familiar smell mobilized the memory in his brain. The Lombard cavalry's eyes opened wider and wider, his pupils expanded rapidly, and he yelled: "Shit!"
Dong Dong Dong...
Before the other soldiers around him could react, almost at the same time, a dense burst of gravel passed over the heads of the front row of cavalry. In a moment, with the muffled sound of rocks hitting flesh and the collision of stones and armor, dozens of Lombard infantry in the back row who lacked shield protection were knocked to the ground. For a time, everyone's nose was bruised and their face was swollen, and they were wailing all over the place. There were three or five other guys who were hit in the head and eye sockets, and they were bleeding...
Although the Lombard cavalry standing in the front row on horseback was not attacked by gravel, they were covered in feces and urine. Due to the light weight of the feces and urine, the loosely wrapped gravel flew for a while and then separated, accurately spraying onto the front row of cavalry.
The Lombard cavalry commander touched the unknown liquid dripping on his face and mail on his helmet. The smell of urine made him retching. He quickly shook off the feces and urine on his hands and spat heavily.
"Ah! Bastard! Son of a bitch!"
The Lombard cavalry commander was furious, and the hand holding the sword hilt creaked. He wanted to rush over and chop off the heads of several Lombards. The war horse beneath him was panting heavily, its hooves constantly flicking the soil under its feet, always ready to charge into battle at the call of its master.
In the blink of an eye, the rocks thrown by the Guards again came quickly.
This time, the Lombards did not hesitate and immediately changed their shield array for defense. The infantrymen holding huge shields quickly moved forward, inserted the shields into the soil, and spread them out in an arc; the cavalrymen held up their shields next to the infantrymen, forming a shield wall two people high.
咚～
咚～
咚～
There was another sound of falling rocks hitting the shield.
"This group of bastards, who stay in there all day long and refuse to come out, know how to use such despicable methods."
A Lombard mercenary infantryman, holding up a huge shield as a defensive gesture, complained to his companions. After speaking, he covered his mouth with his left hand and fanned out the pungent smell of feces and urine from time to time.
"That is, if you want me to say, we should rush forward, kill all those bastards, exchange their heads for some gold coins, and go back to Santia City to find some beautiful girls to keep warm in bed..."
The companion who was hiding aside touched the corner of his chin with a lewd smile.
Just as the lustful guy was thinking, the sound of gravel hitting the shield stopped.
The commander on horseback pushed aside the shield in front of him and looked at the Burgundian camp opposite by the firelight. However, the scene in front of him made him furious...
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At the west gate camp of the Guards Corps, a dozen guys who had just lifted up their trousers lined up in a row, lifted up their armor again, took off their trousers, and stood on the hillside raised at the entrance of the camp.
"Guys, lift up your white buttocks, point them towards the enemy's face, and let them have a good look. Those Lombard bastards are only worthy of licking your butts. Guys, shake your legs and twist them as hard as you can!" The commander of the Guards Corps roared loudly again, his tone full of excitement, and spittle flew everywhere. Several rounds of feces and stone bombs were thrown over, and the insult to the Lombards greatly satisfied his pride.
"Yes, lick their farts*! Hahaha..."
Him In the crowd, a soldier holding an ax and hammer echoed.
"You bastards, look what the master has prepared for you." A soldier who had already stripped naked twisted his buttocks and farted loudly, and then a large lump of dark yellow foreign matter fell to the ground... …
For a time, a dozen or so naked soldiers swayed their thighs and swayed their hips amidst the noise, occasionally interspersed with a few curse words, trying their best to incite the Lombards to attack the camp.
There were more and more soldiers watching, either holding swords, axes and hammers and beating their shields, or stamping their feet and beating their chests, roaring loudly, and insulting the Lombards with various words and actions across the ditch. If he didn't feel happy enough, he even picked up the stones at his feet and threw them at the enemy with all his strength. The flames around the camp danced in the wind, and the flags swayed left and right in the evening breeze.
Behind the seemingly ordinary and lively night, an unprecedented bloody battle will be staged in Lombardy, a land with a long history and rich fertility...
Looking back to the Lombard cavalry camp. Faced with several insults from the Burgundian army, the Lombard cavalry commander turned livid with anger. In order to save face, even if he could not break through the enemy's camp, he planned to exert some symbolic power on the group of cowards in front of him.
"Shield formation cover!" A group of soldiers holding huge shields came out of the formation and stood in front of the archers.
“Forward!”
In the middle position among the archers, a leading guy gives orders to the men around him.
A group of soldiers wearing half-mail mail and holding bows and arrows marched forward under the cover of shields, pointing directly at the camp at the west gate of the Burgundian army.
After a while, the archer arrived at the designated location.
"Archers, nock your arrows!" the leader shouted loudly.
A dozen people took out armor-piercing heavy arrows from the deerskin quivers behind them and set them on the strings.
Whoosh～
Whoosh～
Shoo~
A dozen armor-piercing heavy arrows pierced the night sky, screaming and flying towards the group of Burgundian soldiers directly in front who looked back from time to time.
"Shield cover!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen armor-piercing heavy arrows hit the target directly. A few guys with quick eyesight and quick hands didn't have time to lift up their pants, so they grabbed the shield beside them to protect their whole bodies, and the arrows made a thumping sound when they were nailed to the round shield. The seven or eight slow-responsive guys were not so lucky. They were either shot in the legs or in the buttocks. They were bleeding and rolling on the ground in pain.
“Archers, prepare!” The commander at the west gate pulled off the diamond-shaped heavy arrow stuck on his shield and ordered the twenty or so archers around him who had already formed a formation.
"Sixty steps ahead, the enemy archers..."
When the formation was set up, the commander did not order the arrows to be fired immediately, but glanced at the dozens of light cavalry behind him who were already preparing to charge out under the cover of night. After receiving a positive answer, the commander nodded slightly to the squad leader beside him...