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"Your Majesty, should we fight back? If they are closer..."

Sir Gremour looked at the nearly a hundred knights falling in front, and his heart trembled. Especially under the observation of his telescope, he found that almost all the fallen horses were Knights of the Knights Templar or the Knights of St. John.

The Knights are always the main force in the Crusaders' battles, and the Knights of the St. John and the Knights Templars are often the main force in the attack.

But Louis IX, holding the telescope, did not move at all, and he was just deaf about Sir Gremour's words. He just watched quietly, and the black armored knights fired a second wave of dense arrows at his soldiers.

Once again, casualties occurred inside the crusading formation, and at this time the black armored cavalry was less than 200 meters away from the crusading formation. The sound of horse hooves like thunder made everyone and like heavy drums.

There is a problem now. What if the black-armored cavalry kept rushing to the nearest? Even the front line formed by heavy cavalry would probably not be able to stop the opponent's attack.

Gildom I, the Great Commander of the Knights Templar, and Gildom I, the Great Commander of the Knights of St. John, both rushed to the place where Louis IX was.

They can no longer tolerate the Knights that were consumed by the opponent's 100 or 100. These people are all the strongest forces of the Crusaders. If they continue to consume this, especially if the opponent attacks their defense, it will be even worse.

"Counterattack... Your Majesty... we have to fight back!"

"If your Majesty does not give orders, I will be alone..."

The two large commanders of the Knights rushed to Louis IX to threaten him. Louis IX was a little helpless about this.

The Knights Templars are almost equal to the European consortium in the Middle Ages, and almost all the kings deposit money from them or borrow money. Therefore, from a certain perspective, they are the third largest force besides the Pope and the King. The three major forces restrict and help each other, of course, only refer to the division of interests.

Louis IX then put down his telescope and glanced at the commander of the two Knights with a faint anger.

"What, two, have you seen cavalrymen who attack with bows and arrows?"

As soon as Louis IX finished speaking, the person who wanted to attack raised his telescope and looked at the black armored cavalry approaching.

In just a few seconds, when the black armored cavalry had significantly slowed down, and when they had approached about 100 meters, they began to shoot the third wave of arrows. Almost at the same time, the sound of the bronze horn sounded again among the black armored cavalry, and the entire formation suddenly changed with the sound of the bronze horn. They tilted in two directions and then formed two circles. The front of the people had begun to run backwards.

"See, this is the situation that the Teutonic Knight encountered when he dealt with the *** people!"

Louis IX was proud of his judgment. Although there were many casualties on his side, if he charged too early, he would not be able to get these guys so close. This would be beneficial to use the charge of heavy cavalry to catch them.

"First use a bow and arrow to fight back, and you also need a stone thrower to prepare!"

Louis IX waved his head lightly at Sir Grimo, looking at the battlefield's face still serious and cold. The two large commanders of the Knights were a little embarrassed at this time, and they glanced at each other, and then they returned to their camp silently.

There they were blessed with holy things, the so-called holy things were nothing but some member of Jesus or the objects he had used. When they returned, they were pleased that the English archers in the French Crusades began to shoot their first wave of arrows.

The shooting of 10,000 archers was much bigger than that of Zhao Fubo and the other 4,000 people. The dense arrows in the sky were like a thick dark cloud, covering the body of the cavalry running.

Wars are inevitable.

The dense branches of arrows in the sky fell from the sky with a faint roar. They crashed into the team that had just run to the front and were forming two large circular rings. The sharp arrow tips pierced into the back with a burning pain. The cloak, mountain text armor, and northern fiberglass armor cannot completely resist this kind of damage.

The arrows falling from the high parabola carried great power. After penetrating the heavy armor, they penetrated the flesh and released all its power. Although the soldiers of the Great Song Yulin Army were under heavy protection, this kind of damage could not be completely exempted.

Some people endured the huge pain and tried their best to lie on the horses and ran backwards. Some horses were attacked by arrows, and they stood up with their neighs. The uncontrollable cavalry would fall under the horses. Watching their teammates' war horses rushed over, they blocked their eyes with their hands and shouted in fear.

The dense horse legs, like straw, flashed quickly in front of them. Although the formation was evacuated, the group of cavalry that was rushing towards them was still chilling.

Although not many people were caught in the arrow, Basier, who was used to the low casualties of the Song Dynasty Yulin Army, still shouted beside Zhao Fubo.

"Sir, are we getting too close? Those guys will charge back!"

Indeed, when shooting like this, the distance between the enemy is often controlled at about 150 to 200 meters. If the opponent has heavy weapons and enough archers, he should siege the team from all directions to reduce losses.

At this moment, Zhao Fubo was also a little depressed. This time his rushing could be said to be a failure because he could not successfully mobilize the attack of the enemy cavalry. Through his telescope, Zhao Fubo could see that the other party was obviously preparing weapons such as stone throwing machines. At the same time, the shooting of English archers in the sky became increasingly dense.

"Retreat to 1,000 meters away and reorganize the team!"

Although the first attack failed and caused some casualties, Zhao Fubo did not intend to just let it go. After all, he did not successfully mobilize the opponent's troops to sue, so the outcome of this battle would be worrying.

“Ula…Ula…”

The loud cheers came out in the Crusaders, which made Louis IX very happy. He touched his beard proudly and gave Zhao Fubo a comment.

"It's still too young!"

And when the army was ready for the stone throwing machine, he decided that if Zhao Fubo launched another attack, it would be too rash.
Chapter completed!