Rise of Rurik

All the spears of the Saxon army were concentrating on the front line. Not only were there thicker horse-style spears that had to be transported by horse-drawn carriages, but the soldiers also began to dig holes on the spot. Their wooden shovels shoveled away the scarlet mud of the Sticky Lake and buried them. At the end of the spear, with the enemy's corpse as a fulcrum, a large number of spears face the enemy at a low and flat angle.

The veterans on the front line, they all knelt down to save their energy for the time being, while the soldiers who followed stood at attention with their spears in hand.

They tried their best to suppress their uneasiness and fear and remain calm. The blood from the spearhead dripped on their faces, and they continued to stare forward with their eyes wide open.

The next development of the war situation is simply inevitable.

Liudov was originally from a noble family in the Frankish system. He once led a powerful cavalry unit to fight, but now he had no choice but to lead several spearmen in the battle.

Frank's expansion from a small tribe into a huge kingdom relied on the tactical advantages of cavalry. All nobles under the Frank system were extremely superstitious about cavalry.

To break this superstition, you have to suffer a loss. Liudov is such an unlucky nobleman, but here he decides to help his enemy lose his virginity, and the tuition may be his life.

His calculation was completely correct. Kaiserslautern's garrison infantry was completely destroyed, but most of them were peasant soldiers recruited by surprise. Is this kind of person worthy of the arrogant cavalry? What's more, there are also a thousand standing cavalry sent directly by Lothair himself.

The standing cavalry, the Metz army cavalry, and even in the end, thinking about face, once again brought the retinue cavalry to join the large army.

The cavalry loyal to Lothair is gathering!

Kaiserslautern cannot be lost! If something unexpected happens, I can only die to be loyal.

The eldest son of Count Metz and the next generation Count Freibach decided to launch a desperate attack, and the standing army reiterated its oath and attacked with all its strength with the cavalry of the Metz Army.

They did not feel that the attack they were about to launch was tragic. On the contrary, everyone's morale was very good.

After all, they stationed here had little information and had never heard that the Frank cavalry could still be defeated.

Until their own infantry was defeated, they still couldn't figure out which noble's soldiers the dark enemy was.

They are all a group of infantry anyway. They can go wild temporarily, and when the Frank cavalry arrives, they will be broken corpses everywhere.

No, Freibach personally raised his lance, and his Metz cavalry became a symbol.

"Warriors of the king!" Considering that the standing army was here, he deliberately promoted Lothair's status: "Be loyal to my king! Be loyal to the true Roman emperor, and you are worthy of your oath. Let's go!"

Even though those black warriors were obviously more numerous, even though the narrow mountain pass battlefield was not conducive to the breakthrough of the cavalry group.

One side is superstitious about the devastation caused by cavalry charges, and the other side is convinced that a wall of spears can break through everything.

"Stay still! Stay still! Don't be afraid, God bless us!" Liudov was in the military formation at this moment. He and his cavalry deliberately made a very conspicuous presence. Of course, he also serves as a supervisor to ensure that the soldiers on the front line fight to the death.

Everything was fate, and many soldiers simply closed their eyes. The hands holding the spear were shaking, and some people peed directly.

Each noble ordered his people to stay calm and set an example themselves.

Based on the Saxon's tactical understanding, as long as the first wave of cavalry strikes are overturned, the victory can basically be sealed.

The cavalry group was jogging at a small pace, and the riders also carried their spears on their shoulders for the time being until they leveled them in the final sprint. Instead of peeling an onion, they just hit it like a hammer.

Because there was no time to delay, the cavalry needed to destroy the enemy array with rapid collision. Only such a decadent morale could be restored.

Like an arrow from the bow, Freibach had no way out. He must not bring shame to his father and family, and he must give himself an explanation.

Some of the lower-level nobles of Metz also came here, and the next generation of earls took the lead in the charge. They also had to fight for honor and duty.

But war is war. Peasants who are despised by the nobles, especially non-Frankish peasants, will also be killed by the nobles.

Even if Freibach finally noticed that the enemy had prepared a large number of spears for the cavalry group, it was impossible to stop at the brink.

He didn't take it seriously at first, until he felt that the spear wall was risky.

His face gradually turned pale, his eyes were as wide as tombs, but the hand holding the spear was still as hard as rock.

The collision began fatefully.

The heavy cavalry rushed into the spear formation with both men and horses. The horses were extremely afraid of such terrible sharp objects, but the horses could not stop their galloping instantly.

The sharp spearhead penetrated deeply into the horse's chest, instantly piercing the heart and lungs.

A war horse was often stabbed in the vital point by multiple spears, and even the horse's head was pierced.

The war horse was killed, but the powerful inertial impact did not diminish at all.

The cavalry, which weighed more than half a ton, rushed towards them at extremely high speeds. Their spearheads were broken off on a large scale, and the horses, which were instantly killed, collided headlong into a military formation.

The Saxon striker was hit so hard that he broke bones and vomited blood! Tragic casualties are occurring!

All this was actually within Liu Dou's expectation. The main question is whether the loss can be tolerated.

The cramped battlefield suppressed the mobility of the cavalry, and the battle became a tower defense game. The first cavalry attack was violently suppressed, and the cavalry of the Middle Kingdom collided with the Saxon army into a piece of flesh.

The subsequent cavalrymen were still attacking. They did not dodge in a hurry, and the horses simply jumped over the former's body, and thus crashed into the Saxon army unsteadily.

Thanks to the protection of his retinue, Freibach was not crushed to death by the flying and falling horses, but his retinue had already vomited blood and died.

The tripped war horse instantly broke its legs, and the rider did a forward somersault before smashing over. One-third of the cavalry had lost all combat effectiveness in the chaos. They were either killed heroically or were crushed to the point of being unable to move.

The cavalrymen who had just been thrown off ignored the buzzing in their heads and drew out their swords and immediately charged with roars.

retreat? Or reorganize the troops and fight again? Or should we join the fight without hesitation now?

Freibach wanted to retreat first and find another horse to continue commanding the remaining cavalry.

However, he was already tied up in the rebel army.

The Saxons' spears were still poking. The warriors who had lost their spears carried axes and swords, mainly axes. The axe-wielders rushed into the mountain pass battlefield filled with horse corpses and killed the fallen enemies wantonly. What did they want to do? The guy who was standing was smashed into pieces.

Black clothes dripping with blood, warriors with red faces and bared teeth went around choosing enemies.

Freibach is either not fond of fighting at all, or he is heavily armored and extremely well-dressed. He was targeted, and a difficult and chaotic battle began immediately.

In the eyes of the Frank cavalry who were in a dilemma, the next generation of Count Metz was really a great hero. One person actually fought with more than ten people to kill.

He was so noble. If he died in battle, wouldn't it be a loss to the empire?

The lower-level nobles of the Metz army had the obligation to rescue their commander. They happily decided to continue fighting and simply abandoned their horses and rushed up on foot.

The brave behavior of these warriors had an impact on the standing cavalry. They also dismounted in large numbers and went into battle as heavy infantry.

However, Freibach's own abilities are limited.

A young Saxon jumped up and knocked the exhausted man down. The other warriors swarmed him, took out their daggers and stabbed him randomly.

The plate armor protects the body. Even if the Saxon's dagger is bent, it cannot break Freibach's defense.

"Stop stabbing, drag this man away!" A soldier's appeal made everyone suddenly realize.

The soldier untied his trousers belt and used it as a rope, tied his hands and feet and forcibly dragged this surely noble man away on a battlefield full of corpses.

It was a miracle to be captured in the chaos of battle. It was a miracle that the soldiers captured the captured Freibach safely.

The chaotic fighting continued, and the situation began to lose Liudov's control. Fortunately, the cavalry was dismounting on a large scale, and there were no infantry reinforcements after the cavalry.

Liudov stood on the battlefield like a statue, and his presence kept the morale of the soldiers always high.

He has such a character. Even if he was besieged by the surprisingly powerful Danish-Russian coalition forces in the Aleb Fortress, in the end he was not a big nobleman who was automatically captured. He did persist in fighting to the end, and his survival to this day was not only due to the kindness of King Rus.

The northern world respected fighters the most, and Liudov's spirit of fighting to the end was at least recognized by Vikings from all walks of life.

"March! Blow the trumpet and let the following soldiers join the battle." He ordered.

The soldiers still tried their best to maintain the spear wall. If it had broken, they would pick up the broken wooden pole and rush to the enemy, creating opportunities for their comrades to kill the enemy.

The two armies were fighting on the horse carcasses. They no longer talked about tactics, and the battle was turning into a chaotic battle.

However, the Saxons had too many spearmen. With their absolute superiority in strength, they rushed to fight the dismounted cavalry without even eating dry food. They persisted for a while, and collapse was inevitable.

The warriors brought the well-dressed captive to Liudov like a wild deer.

"How many of you? Why don't you go and fight?" His eyes were harsh and murderous.

"Sir, have we captured an unusual prisoner?"

"What's unusual? Do you still have the intention to capture prisoners?"

"Maybe a nobleman."

"Really?" Liudof then turned his head to take a closer look, and when he saw the gold-plated belt, he completely agreed with his subordinate's statement.

"You...are not my soldiers. Tell me your names."

A farmer has his own wonderful name? It was enough for Liudov to remember their village and which local count they belonged to.

"Okay. I'll leave you here, and you can continue to fight and grab your own spoils. Once the identity of the nobles is found out, I will give you generous rewards."

So they went back to fighting with laughter.

From the perspective of the Middle Kingdom army, they were leaderless again. Those standing armies did not simply fight to the death. After paying a heavy price, their morale collapsed and they could only retreat.

The dismounted cavalrymen who were withdrawing from the battlefield quickly grabbed a horse, kicked it on, and then quickly fled the battlefield.

Kaiserslautern's defense collapsed completely, and the action of using cavalry attacks to rebuild morale and complete the counterattack not only failed, but also greatly accelerated the collapse.

Baron Brisgow had already been killed in the battle. He clearly did not want to die so hastily. It was this defeatist nobleman who heroically loyal to his monarch.

More than half of the two standing army standard regiments were lost, and the flag captains were also wounded. They endured the bleeding wounds and persisted in this tone, planning to escape to Strasbourg to report to the king.

As for the soldiers from Salgao, they collapsed once, but this time they ran away when they saw something was wrong. But they were kind at the last moment, and the deceased Baron Sargao's legacy and youngest son were sent away by each other. Their destination is still Strasbourg. These warriors hope that the king can grant the baron's young and ignorant son as the new baron, so that everyone can become a retinue.

As for their defense of Kaiserslautern, no one cared.

The broken troops were rushing towards Brisgau on the upper reaches of the Saar River. Among the large number of broken troops, the largest number was the Metz Army.

By coincidence, Count Adalbert of Metz, who knew nothing about the sudden changes on the front line, was still staying in Briscoe and slowly heading north.

In his opinion, there is no need for his main force to be stationed in Kaiserslautern. The local army is overcrowded, and the newly arrived army needs to choose a more open place to station.

After all, Lothair's goal was Mainz. Adalbert, who had a large number of troops, was more willing to camp in an open area near the Roman Avenue for the convenience of the attack.

The overwhelming defeated troops and a small number of refugees marched backwards along the Mainz Avenue. They were frightened and were on high alert for the newly arrived Metz army.

The stupid misunderstanding didn't end until Metz broke his troops and met his lord count.

The knights gathered around the count with their broken retinue, talking about the disaster that had just happened in Kaiserslautern and what was worse.

"What? My son...is dead?" The shocked Adalbert suddenly became furious, covering his head and falling from his horse.

With the help of the retinue who had dismounted urgently, the earl, who had been sitting on the ground, slowly woke up.

"Speak quickly! Anyone who knows, tell me Freibach is not dead... not dead!"

However, as he learned more detailed explanations, Adalbert was willing to believe that his eldest son had died heroically, and that he was indeed loyal to the king and worthy of his oath.

Adalbert is already old. In fact, he is not yet fifty years old, but a series of experiences have made him look extremely old.

He was unwilling to accept the misfortune of losing a son in old age, even though he still had a younger son, Odobach.

Adalbert was so angry that he turned red and lost his mind. He drew his sword angrily: "Go to Kaiserslautern unless I see my son's body. And those soldiers in black, follow me and kill them!"

The news that the eldest son was killed was just the theory of the defeated soldiers. No body was found, and there was not even a direct witness.

As he continued to march, he kept thinking. He had a thought: "Maybe he was captured? Maybe he escaped?"

But thinking about it more carefully, Adalbert would rather believe that his son died in the battle. If he was a fugitive, the family could not afford to lose this old face.

As for the identity of the black army, he took it for granted that it was a nobleman loyal to Ludwig.

The fiefdoms were all located on the northern and eastern borders of the empire. Ludwig fought with all kinds of foreigners, so it was perfect for him to take the opportunity to subdue a group of servants to work for him.

If it were an uncivilized servant army, his son would probably be humiliated if he fell into their hands, right? If so, Freibach might as well have died a heroic death.

No matter how you speculate, Adalbert's order was to go north to reinforce his troops. Since Kaiserslautern is in trouble, he can just take it back.

Adalbert was actively collecting the defeated troops, and also learned that Baron Briscoe was indeed killed in battle, so he took his troops for his own use. He was dissatisfied with the fact that the standing army did not all serve the king, and he ordered them to fulfill their promise, and the soldiers of the standing army who had fled returned to his command.

Adalbert's strength grew rapidly. With the defeated troops gathered together and the troops he brought with him, his strength reached eight thousand, but he had to waste more time to do this.

He wanted to ensure that his counterattack winning rate was as high as possible, and considering that Ludwig himself was obsessed with Kaiserslautern, he might even have to fight this great nobleman upon meeting him.

It was good to be more prepared, but the situation was far beyond his imagination.