Outside the battlefield where arrows flew across the battlefield, Landi on the gentle slope relaxed a little. Although the trap was still there, at least he knew the location and would not step on it to trigger it.

"Blow the horn and let the first echelon charge, and the second echelon immediately make up."

The attack of Schwarpen's people really began.

The first echelon consists of nearly 200 middle-class infantrymen. They are wearing half-body armor or armor-pinning mail, holding shields in their left hand, holding swords, axes, hammers and spears in their right hand, and rushed towards the gap, with a magnificent momentum.

The second echelon had a total of 520 people, all light infantry wearing cotton, leather armor or armor, holding short spears. These people were also the main force of the Swabian army.

As usual, the battle had reached such a point, Schwarben should have done his best, but Landy never let his soldiers rush to charge towards the gap. Except for him, he was not so idiotic that he had let 1,400 people pile up in a narrow gap and squeezed each other to death. More of the reason was that according to military information, the enemy also had an elite infantry regiment of 400 people who had never appeared in the field of vision.

Landy had sent people to look around, but there was no trace within a mile. Landy could only guess that the elite infantry were hiding in the dense forest with the gap and eyeing them.

Therefore, Landi, who acted cautiously, stayed as much as possible as possible on the premise of ensuring the sustainability and detonation of the attack, and left half of the troops as emergency reserves as possible.

The enemy was still imposing. Facing the six or seven hundred enemy soldiers who were rushing towards him, Yat maintained his last calmness and calmness. He stared at the Schwaben who was rushing upwards, pulled the reins of the war horse, and stabilized the mood of the war horse.

"Train in front of the formation, prepare!" Yat suddenly said to the row of deadpools behind him.

Seven or eight deadpools stood out from the team in a long row. They bent down and picked up the hemp rope placed on the grass in front, wrapped it around a few circles and held it in their hands.

Just between ten steps ahead of the Attacks and the horseshoe, this is the place where Schwarbians have not set foot so far, which is also the last calm reliance of Attacks.

Under the turf between ten steps, the thin wooden boards also smelled of fresh wood. Below the wood was a flat tunnel about eight feet deep. There were no picket stings or beast lassoes in the tunnel. It was very flat and smooth, except for a strong smell of tinder.

"Bow Crossbow Team, Rockets are ready!" Yat ordered.

The messenger raised the flag of the crossbow team and raised another red flag that symbolized the flames.

In the back formation, the crossbow captain Jason and several crossbowmen picked out several special arrows.

The arrow part of the arrow is not sharp, but an elliptical empty frame is hinged out. The empty frame is filled with extremely flammable fluffy turtle grass. The turtle grass is soaked in oil mixed with dissolved oil and dried in the sun. The burning substances in this arrow empty frame have many tiny holes and are divided into several layers. After ignition, the air flow can easily blow out the bright flames of the outer layer, but there are always Mars in the inner layer. When the arrow slows down the air flow and slows down the air flow, the air can be replenished and spontaneously ignited immediately after pause.

Jason put a special arrow on the fire in front of him and lit it to make the arrow burn, then put the bow and wait for the flag to fall.

The Swabian vanguard's mid-mounted infantry had approached sixty steps in front of the formation. The traps and pits in front of them slowed down their charges, and moved quickly in front of them carrying a road without traps under the cover of the rain of arrows and rains of arrows in the sky.

Two hundred enemies who were leading the formation step by step, and they were about to approach twenty steps in front of the formation.

Yat could clearly hear the heavy breathing of the soldiers in the military formation behind him, and Odo next to him also raised his right fist to his ear.

"Let me!" Odo saw that Swabian's forward who was rushing to the enemy had already stepped into the twenty-step line and waved his clenched fist down.

The front row of the eight hands wrapped in hemp ropes tried hard to pull the hemp rope. The hemp rope was stretched straight and stretched, and the turf was lifted by the rope, extending to the ten steps in front of the formation.

One hundred and fifty middle-mounted infantry had already rushed into twenty steps. As long as they contacted the enemy, they were confident that they could quickly tear the Burgundian army into pieces and crush them to death with their armored blades.

The shocking rush of the Swabian vanguard soldiers stopped at twenty steps in front of the Burgundian army.

When Schwareng raised his sword, the ground, which was about 20 to 10 steps in front of the formation, suddenly collapsed, leaving only a road less than ten feet wide in the middle.

More than 150 people fell to the bottom of the pit in an instant, and the people rushing up from behind could not stop and fell into the pit one after another.

No one was pierced by a picket, only a few unlucky guys fell down and sprained their legs or hit the head by someone who fell from behind.

After a moment of stunned silence, the Swabian soldiers began to climb, but the walls of the tunnel were dug very neatly and smoothly, and there was no place for Schwabian to work with them.

Several Swabian officers who reacted first began to command the soldiers to climb up the body. One soldier's soles suddenly slipped. He reached out and touched the soil under his butt, which was very viscous and black. He looked at it carefully, then put his palm covered with mucus to the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

"Grease oil?Grease oil!!!" exclaimed on the other side.

Before he finished speaking, several black dots appeared in the sky above the tunnel. With a sound of breaking through the air, the black dots turned into arrows nailed into the tunnel.

The Swabian soldier had not put down his palm under his nose, but he was still staring at the strange scattered arrow on the ground. The arrow was still emitting blue smoke. The blue smoke became bigger and thicker, and the flame suddenly rose in the Swabian soldier's wide eyes.

Yat's tense heartstrings relaxed, and he lifted the reins to the right and turned around with the war horse, "Odo, this fire will be burned for a while. From now on, you will command the front battlefield. It's time for me to go to both wings."

"Send the order, raise the wolf smoke! Prepare for flanking defense!"

Odo's eyes were still staring at the fire with thick smoke for more than ten steps in front of the formation. The fire was the burning body of Schwabian and the wailing of all day long. It turned out that killing could be so cruel, and the scorching smell filled the cruel land.

The eyes of Earl Landi, the commander of the Swabian army, were filled with a blaze of fire, and the right hand holding the reins was bursting out, "Let the soldiers retreat!" Landi squeezed out a sentence from his teeth.

Three wolf smokes rose from an open space behind the gap. The Schwabians were already nailed by the flame that devoured life. No one paid attention to the three wolf smokes in the enemy's rear formation.

But Luciniang, the captain of the Jona Border Guarding Legion cavalry team, who was looking at the desolate hillside two miles southwest of the Jungle Bridge Battlefield, saw the pillars of wolf smoke, "Jafar, the wolf smoke rises, immediately return the sergeant to the sergeant!"
Chapter completed!