Roger was like a child who discovered a new toy. He opened his mind and spread his mind.

He thought that he could have walked in Eastern Rome in the name of pilgrimage, but when he passed through the Eastern Roman city along the way, he could only ask for help from the other party.

If the other party knows each other like Afrona, it will be great.

But if you encounter someone who is ignorant, can you really rob them like a robber? That will arouse public anger.

But after being covered with the Eastern Roman army, he could ask for assistance from the other party.

If the other party disagrees, he can teach his subordinates a lesson for the Eastern Roman emperor in the name of disobeying the emperor's order.

Of course, in the end, it depends on who has a big fist.

He thought that even if he held the emperor's banner, he would not be able to fight in cities like Duras.

The sudden flock of birds that suddenly soared in the forest in the distance interrupted Roger's thinking.

Roger saw the birds flying in circles and refused to fall for a long time.

Danny came on a horse and shouted, "Sir, there seems to be something ahead."

Roger was not confused, and he ordered: "Stop advancing and defend the entire army."

Henk blew a bronze trombone longer than his arm.

"Dou~Dou~"

The sound of the trumpet made Roger's ears numb.

He looked at Henk with a smug look on his face and thought to himself, this stupidity is so full of energy.

The troops quickly changed from a marching formation to a defensive formation, and everyone knew their position without any panic.

Roger rode a horse to the rear of the formation.

He looked at the army formation that occupied the hillside and was arranged in a stepped shape.

The front row is the spearmen with shield walls, the middle is the archers, crossbowmen, javelins, and the back row is the cavalry surrounding them.

The baggage van parked in the valley behind, forming a circle with swordsmen defending it.

Roger was very satisfied with his subordinates' reaction. He thought that this was the result of the training.

Roger has seen the training of the Aragonese, and all kinds of troops are in their own way. Under the leadership of experienced knights or veterans, he is familiar with his combat skills.

This is also a common training method in this era, and it pays more attention to individual combat effectiveness.

As for cooperation among troops, it depends entirely on the command level of the generals.

As a time traveler, Roger emphasized queue training from the beginning.

After all, military training in later generations left a deep impression on him.

Under his insistence, this army was not as good as the troops in the later square parades in terms of marching, arraying, and overall coordination, but it was much stronger than the troops he had seen in this era.

Roger scanned his military formation. After the formation was completed, the entire military formation was silent, no one whispered to each other, and no one walked around at will.

Roger nodded. This is what he wanted, discipline, iron discipline.

In this regard, the Normans were already better than the armies of other lords Roger had seen.

This is also the reason why the Normans repeatedly beat the more with fewer.

Roger has even emphasized discipline even more.

He brought the set of the ** army in later generations and repeatedly instilled: "Iron discipline, iron army, iron style, iron quality."

He formulated various regulations, even making regulations on eating, sleeping, walking and speaking.

It's almost time to fold the quilt into tofu pieces.

That's because he didn't provide his men with quilts.

Finally, under Roger's insistence, he successfully tossed his army until he almost mutiny.

Roger shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He could not train an iron army like the ** army in later generations.

His army lacks soul.

Even in order to reduce the influence of religion on his secular rights, Roger did not brainwash soldiers with religious means he was good at.

Maintaining such an army mainly depends on money.

Roger felt that his army might not be as good as the Yue Family Army and Qi Family Army, which were also feudal army. At least they still have support for national hatred and national justice.

The figures that came from afar made Roger turn his attention to the present.

He looked carefully and saw that the group of people was in a mess without formation and their dress was in a mess.

He saw those who were mixed together, holding all kinds of weapons.

Most of them are holding wooden shields and short spears, and also holding bows and arrows. These people do not have armor or even hats.

Some of them look like a small leader, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, a shield tied on his arms, a sword in his waist, and a leather armor on his body, looking quite tough.

Roger thought, this was a bandit.

He heard the people shouting, but he couldn't understand what they were saying.

Roger called Muttier: "What are they calling?"

"They are shouting: 'There is an ambush', 'fight with them', 'Fuck', 'Hmm, 'Fatball', huh, this word has never been noticed before, and it seems to have a special explanation..."

Roger ignored Muthieu, who was trapped in a state of research.

He thought that according to Mutteyi's level, he should not translate incorrectly, but did these guys steal my lines?

He thought, it should be me who shouted "There is an ambush".

Roger couldn't count how many bandits were in that group, and there were probably a lot of people behind him, and there were still people running over.

A few leaders shouted and rushed up.

He rushed towards the spearmen's front.

Their archers began to shoot arrows sporadically, and the uphill terrain shortened their range, and as a result, the arrow fell on their own heads.

Roger curled his lips, and he was so embarrassed to come out and have sex at this level.

He signaled Henke to send an order that he wanted to teach these bandits that arrows were not shot like this.

"Dudu~Dudu"

Orders rang out in Roger's army.

"Archer, volley, three consecutive, release!"

In a very short interval, three regiments of dark clouds rose from Roger's army and fell like heavy rain in the waves of people rushing up.

Blood splashed, and a ghost howled.

The bandits in front of the formation ran around and were completely in chaos.

Roger ordered: "Soldiers attack!"

“Dududu~”

"Boundman, volley, release!"

"Jaberd, go forward, throw!"

"The spearman advances and stabs!"

The army's orders sounded, and the squad leader of various troops on the front line commanded his subordinates to launch an attack.

This is also the result of Roger's training, and he pays great attention to the training of middle and lower sergeants.

Roger, who had combat experience, knew that in this era without reliable communication methods, it was impossible to micro-job each team after the war started.

Just as Roger appointed Rubio as the front line commander in Toledo, Roger asked his squad leader to break down the big order into specific instructions of his squad after receiving the order.

Roger focused on the battlefield.

He saw the attacks of the soldiers causing great damage to the chaotic bandits.

The bandits fell in batches like wheat blown by the wind.

The bandits who are still alive can't stand it anymore.

I don’t know who was the first to turn back, but soon all the bandits began to escape.
Chapter completed!