In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

There were cheers like a roaring tsunami from the audience.

For Lothar, this was a quite novel experience. Before, he had never fought as a member of the infantry phalanx in a manner that was like a small part on a huge machine.

He doesn't need to think.

Just hold the shield in hand and keep a close eye on the enemy in front of you, and leave the rest to your comrades behind you.

First, a knight holding a shield slammed into the soldier beside Lothar. He took two steps back. Fortunately, he was held up by his comrades behind him, so that there was no gap in the shield wall.

This bitch is so strong!

Cursing, he raised his shield, thrust out his dagger from the gap, and fought back.

However, the opponent's thickened riveted mail armor was obviously not comparable to the mass-produced mail armor. The sharp Roman dagger would be difficult to penetrate their defense.

It looks like it's another war of attrition.

Lothar secretly thought.

Through the gaps in the shield wall, Lothar saw tall knights one after another, raising their halberds and smashing them down. The soldiers behind them who held up their shields to cover Lothar's head felt their wrists sink violently.

The heavy shield hit Lothar's helmet directly, making him feel suffocated.

A low-pitched scream of pain came from the soldier behind him. The strength of the other party was surprisingly strong, and it was obviously beyond the scope of ordinary people.

Lothar did not hesitate and took two steps forward. As he walked out of the shield wall, he kicked the knight in front of him backwards and fell into the arms of the attendant behind him.

The knight felt his blood surge in the chest where he was kicked. He was unable to stand for a moment. Lothar picked up the shining cross sword and pierced his chest directly. The shining cross sword was a magic item after all, and it was so sharp. It was far more than a layer of chain mail could withstand.

After easily defeating his opponent, Lothar, who was wearing a golden mask, looked around calmly. For a moment, the knights were frightened by his momentum and did not dare to step forward.

This is the special effect of the golden mask helmet - fear!

View from the audience.

The current scene was like a group of ferocious lions pounced on a huge prairie elephant. Although the German knights' offensive was fierce, the Eagle Flag Brigade was also on tight guard.

Leopold smiled and said: I feel like I have just seen this scene, except that the offensive and defensive sides have reversed.

Anna snorted softly. She knew that Count Leopold was referring to the confrontation between the Undead Army and the Varangian Guards. The Undead Army was heavily defended, while the Varangian Guards relied on violent charges.

The two sides just wasted their blood and physical strength, and the fight ended in a lose-lose situation.

Don't think I can't see it. Every one of you knights on foot has drank the magic potion. In a fair fight, they are definitely no match for our empire's Eagle Banner Brigade.

Leopold spread his hands: Kelothar and his witches are also in the team. There are some things that it is better to see through without telling them.

Ana snorted and said no more.

Fringilla looked at this scene with some irritation: What on earth are you doing, sir? I really want to cast a spell and wipe out all these enemies in one go.

Cellinina held Fringilla's soft palm: I was worried that you would be like this, so I asked you to watch and not let you get involved. Don't forget, these German knights also have backers.

She raised her chin slightly and pointed at a mysterious woman in the audience opposite.

That was Leopold's witch mistress, who had put a lot of pressure on Lothar. She was staring at Fringilla with interest. When she saw her, she smiled and waved.

Crown Prince Henry's intention was very clear, which was to rely on the strongest and most elite foot knights in the front row to tear apart the defense of the Eagle Flag Brigade.

As long as the solid shell of the army in front of him is broken, the enemy will reveal the soft flesh and blood inside. When the time comes, his elite men will be able to defeat it easily.

But the same thing.

The turtle shell of the enemy's army is really too strong.

Although our own casualties are limited, not a single enemy is dead.

What's more, such an active attack consumes far more physical energy than passive defense. If this continues, even if our knights have drunk potions and have long physical strength, they may not be able to defeat the opponent.

The enemy's defenses must be torn apart.

Henry took a deep breath, used the great strength derived from the Giant Potion, swung a two-handed battle ax, and slashed at the shield in front of him.

Just hear a click.

The shield was cut open in the center, and struck on the shoulder of a tall knight wearing silver armor and a visor behind it - this knight had such tough armor!

Henry couldn't help but feel a little shocked in his heart.

The knight in front of him was wearing a piece of full-body plate armor similar to Milanese plate armor. The armor pieces on his body fit perfectly. His hands were embedded in the opponent's shoulder armor. Not very deep, he felt like he couldn't get in at all. .

He took a deep breath and pulled out the battle ax from the shoulder of the opponent, a knight who was obviously different from the eagle and flag brigade around him.

Through the gap in the opposite visor, he saw a pair of plain but charming black eyes - how could someone have such beautiful eyes?

He sighed in his heart for a moment, and then raised the battle ax again without hesitation.

boom--

The knight in silver armor raised his hand, which was covered with chain mail gloves, and pressed Henry's hand firmly. With just one hand, Henry actually had the illusion that he was facing a mountain.

His hands holding the battle ax could not be raised at all.

He and the knight opposite looked at each other, and they still had those plain and charming black eyes. He could even see the thick and long eyelashes on the other side's eyes.

What a strength!

Henry's eyes were full of surprise, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could no longer break free from the simple push of the knight in front of him.

Beside Henry, a knight raised his halberd and struck it at the knight in shining armor.

The movements of the knight in silver armor were a little slow. When the halberd was almost above his head, he took a step back and narrowly avoided the blow.

Under the helmet, Prajna frowned slightly.

She didn't want to dodge at first, because although such an attack could penetrate the defense of the plate armor on her body, it could not cause any harm to her body at all.

It was only after thinking of Lothar's explanation before the battle that she realized that if she withstood such an attack, she might be judged as using witchcraft as a cheating method.

Henry looked at the knight in shining armor who had lost his shield in front of him. It was obvious that this was the weakest point of this airtight shield wall, but for a moment, he could not even think of breaking through from here.

Just because he didn't have this idea didn't mean that others didn't.

In the eyes of many Germanic knights, this enemy in beautiful armor has lost his shield, like a giant dragon that has had a scale taken off. It is time to attack here in order to open a bigger hole!

Am I being used as a breakthrough?

There was a strange feeling in Prajna's heart, and then the corners of his mouth raised slightly: It will be quite challenging to get rid of you all in a less shocking way.

Although he never showed any powerful swordsmanship or martial arts, he always relied on impenetrable defense to resist the enemy's front line.

But that doesn’t mean Prajna can’t be beaten.

In her long life of guarding the gates of hell, fighting has always been indispensable. Whether she is fighting against wandering ghosts or fighting against fellow ghosts who have a cold personality and are only keen on fighting, she has accumulated a lot of outstanding skills. fighting skills.

It's just that she usually didn't use these techniques in the past.

After all, even if I stand still and let you fight, you can't break my defense at all. Talking about blocking and dodging, you can just trade injuries for lives.

Not far away, Jeanne was watching this scene with some gloating.

Immediately, she saw that Crown Prince Henry, who was frustrated in front of Prajna, turned his attention towards her.

No, you should go find an adult to take action.

Jeanne muttered.

She had been fishing just now, but she didn't expect that she would be treated as a soft persimmon now. The other end of the military formation that Lothar was put in charge of had long been regarded by Henry as a hard nut that could not be easily solved.

And the Prajna section made him feel a little evil.

Naturally, I would choose the section where Jeanne is to start.

It's just that he was lucky. The target he chose was not Jeanne, but a veteran beside Jeanne.

Look at the powerful and heavy blow of his axe. If the blow was really strong, even the shield and the arm would be cut off by force.

boom--

Jeanne held a shield and knocked over the enemy in front of her. The knight's sword in her hand fell vertically, and actually broke the wooden handle of the battle ax in Crown Prince Henry's hand from the center.

You brat, I can give you some face, but if you want to hurt my people, I won't agree.

Jeanne muttered.

Crown Prince Henry looked at the only wooden handle left in his hand in disbelief, and opened his mouth. He didn't know what to say for a moment. Looking at the elite men under his command, they all slowed down the attack in unison.

So far, they still haven't achieved any results.

The only thing they did was to leave a dozen corpses in front of the shield wall.

Crown Prince Henry was a little reluctant, but he could clearly feel that the morale of the knights under his command was declining rapidly. Even he himself had the illusion that the enemy could not be defeated at all.

Admit defeat.

Lothar, wearing a golden mask, slowly walked out of the military formation.

Crown Prince Henry opened his mouth, and Lothar's three simple words broke through his originally arrogant defense in an instant.

It seems that admitting defeat is indeed the best choice.

If the fight continued, the chances of victory would be slim. Even if he won, he would not be able to accept such a result.

After all, these people are the backbone of his control of the Kingdom of Sicily. Otherwise, even if he takes the title of the Kingdom of Sicily, he is likely to be ignored by the entrenched Norman nobles.