Chapter 1,172 Battle of Annihilation in Koblenz

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the situation is extremely unfavorable for Quentin's Frankish army. As the flag captain, he is in a responsible mood and does not know what the outcome of the subsequent pre-war negotiations will be.

Seeing two nobles appear in the opponent's military formation, one of them was obviously a fat man, with a bloated body that still had to ride a horse. The whole thing looked quite weird.

He couldn't be happy because the fat man was wearing the same clothes as the Normans.

Wearing a white robe with staggered blue stripes on the chest, it resembles the Cross of St. Andrew, proving that the Normans who have been harassing them for many days have been converted. Could it be that this fat man is still a Norman noble?

Quentin has heard a little bit about this. It is said that there is a short fat man occupying Durist at the mouth of the Inn River. This man is a Danish Norman but loyal to Ludwig.

Quentin had some doubts that the other nobleman on horseback was Ludwig. He was a little farther away, and his eyes were slightly dim and could not be seen clearly.

"Everyone, pay attention." He said to his followers again: "The person coming may be the Duke of Bavaria (referring to Ludwig). You must remain vigilant and do not act rashly."

He was mentally prepared. When the horses' heads above them collided, the distance between them was within reach of a spear. He saw the noble noble on the other side take off his helmet, revealing a weathered face.

"Not the Duke of Bavaria?" Quentin grabbed the reins and was surprised.

"You?" Robert would never give face to such a soldier, so he shouted sternly: "Who are you? Tell me your name."

No matter how depressed Robert is, his aura remains the same.

Quentin was shocked: "Yes. I am loyal to Quentin Westerlard, the king of all the Franks, the true emperor of the Roman Empire (referring to Lothair), and the captain of the 20th Standard Corps."

"A flag captain? Where's the title?"

"knight."

"A mere knight..." Robert had already learned a lot about the army from the prisoners. At first, he did not believe that the commander who led the attack of more than 800 troops was a mere knight. He couldn't help it anymore, so he stared at this person with contempt, looked left and right, and laughed.

This laughter also amused the black fox. Unlike Robert, the black fox's eyes narrowed due to laughter were full of killing intent.

The difference in military strength between the two sides was so great that Quentin couldn't understand why an army that seemed to be twice his own suddenly appeared.

He tried hard to suppress his timidity and weakly asked: "May I ask, sir...your identity?"

"Am I worthy of asking this question for an ant like you? But since we are about to fight, I can tell you. I am here, Count Robert of Ingol!"

"Ah?! It's Earl, it's you..."

"You know me?" Robert's contemptuous eyes did not change.

"I know a little bit. You are a powerful Lain noble, but Coblenz is not your fiefdom. The Normans invaded this area, and I took it back on the orders of the Roman Emperor. It seems that you also led your troops to expel the Normans. ?」

When Quentin said this, his vigilant eyes glanced at the fat black fox from time to time. The last word is to deliberately test the intention of this army.

Black Fox's Frankish language is stammering, and even simple words can prove his extraordinary identity.

In the eyes of the Franks, "Norman" is synonymous with pirates. Being a bandit is not a good thing after all. Now that he has become a high-ranking noble, Black Fox does not want others to call him that. ….

"There are no Normans here. I am Paul Nassau, and it is the Nassau army that is operating these days."

Of course, Black Fox's surname is not Nassau. Now that he is the son-in-law of the family, there is nothing wrong with calling himself Nassau. He further claimed that he was a noble of Nassau, but used the suffix "t".

After self-reporting his identity, Quentin was the only one here who was the lowest. He was completely fooled, a Count of Nassau and a Count of Ingol? However, those ships were clearly Norman longships, and the troops forming the shield wall in front of them were clearly Norman tactics.

Only God knows the twists and turns inside, and Quentin didn't want to know. He seized the opportunity to loudly proclaim that Coblenz was the territory of the Roman emperor, that is, the inalienable territory of King Lothair.

"Bah! Coblenz already belongs to the County of Nassau!" The squinting black fox remained motionless and denied everything Quentin said.

"No. Koblenz belongs to my lord, not to you."

"But Nassau has got her, just like you got her by force two years ago. If you can take it with force, we can too. Coblenz will always belong to Nassau."

"No! Koblenz belongs to the Roman Emperor, to my lord."

Both sides insisted on their own opinions, and this was indeed what Black Fox wanted. His last words were: "It seems there is no need to continue talking. I already know you, and you can die knowingly this time."

"Do we have to fight?" Quentin frowned.

Robert could see that the knight was a little panicked. His majesty remained unchanged, and he raised his head and issued an ultimatum: "Coblenz belongs to Nassau, and you...I advise you to surrender now! Look at the good things you have done, burn it Burn the villages, burn the fortresses, burn the monasteries, kill the nobles indiscriminately in Coblenz. Look at the fugitive residents taking up arms, everyone trying to kill you. You are the king's standing army, and the crimes you committed should be Die. The only way out now is to surrender and lay down your weapons. I will protect you from death."

The words hit Quentin's heart directly. He didn't want to make any excuses. Some of the fires were not started by himself, but he killed several local knights and one of the fires missed the local monastery. Now that he thinks about it, it is indeed a sin.

But surrender? No! They will definitely kill you after you surrender. Even if you don't die, you will be a slave, right?

Or is there a transfer here? Count Laingau made it clear that there were many angry peasants in this army, so whatever their anger, they were just a group of peasants holding wooden sticks and harpoons.

Although there are many opponents, one's own standing army is not without a chance of victory. No matter how much the so-called Earl of Nassau pretends, his identity must be inextricably linked to the Normans. The Normans were good at sailing, so could they also fight on land?

"I will not surrender." Quentin said righteously and angrily: "We are loyal to the real monarch, and we are real warriors!"

"It's a pity..." Robert sighed deeply: "You are indeed brave, but it's a pity... this civil war is also your tragedy. There is nothing to talk about." He looked at the black fox next to him and whispered. : "Get ready for war. It's their choice."

"Then let's start a war!" Black Fox sternly said: "I am Paul Black Fox Gouldson von Nassau. According to you Franks, this is my full name. Remember my name , I will send you to hell. Let’s go!” After that, Black Fox turned his horse’s head rudely and walked away from this meaningless negotiation. ….

It's not accurate to say that it's meaningless. After a lot of talk, the long-range troops on the coalition side are already ready.

Quentin's strength is the cavalry at hand!

According to Charlemagne's decree half a century ago, any Frankish warrior with financial strength must purchase horses and go into battle as cavalry.

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"Of course victory belongs to us!" After saying that, the black fox smiled.

What else can Black Fox say? He doesn't have much combat experience, and now he relies entirely on the command of Eric, a veteran in the army.

Now, the battlefield is very lively. There was a deafening shout from the coalition side, accompanied by the sound of drums and horns.

Spears were on standby, and in front of them, the Russian army's torsion slingshots and crossbows were already in a firing array.

His big hand slapped Askard's helmet: "Boy, you are the son of the strongest warrior Arik! Be like your father! Show your courage, follow your training, don't be nervous, shoot the cavalry. We, The adults will help you."

As if he was looking down on himself, Ascard simply took off his helmet and said, "My father dares to charge into the enemy's formation with two swords, and I'm not afraid of anything. I don't need your help."

"Good boy, brave enough."

No, Asgard raised his right arm high, his steel sword shining brightly. He shouted to his companions in Norse: "Blood sacrifice to Odin!"

Askard responded with the "Ula" cry of the entire flag team, which was different from other Viking war cry methods. This was taught by Rurik himself.

None of the young people in the Seventh Flag believe in God. They are purely the King of Ross *** team. The young warrior was inspired, and any timidity disappeared, and he ushered in the first battle in his life.

Quentin personally led all the cavalry. He gave orders to the entire army. The so-called cavalry wanted to break the rules. This time, they hit it hard like a hammer. As long as the formation was broken with one blow and the follow-up infantry followed, the victory of this battle would belong to them. Frank. ….

He raised his lance in person: "For Charlemagne! For honor! Let's go!"

The cavalry moved forward, all the heavy cavalry took the lead, and the rest of the light cavalry followed.

The cavalry began to advance in small steps, gradually increasing their speed, and finally... began their final dash.

It was at this moment that all the torsion slingshots that had been prepared for a long time were launched with Asgard's order.

The terrifying javelin shot out flatly. Even though the horse had armor on the front, the javelin, which was designed to break armor, hit directly like a steel needle. Multiple javelins directly pierced the heart and lungs of the war horse, and almost all of them were engulfed in the horse's body. The powerful heavy cavalry suddenly fell down and turned on its back.

Almost at the same time, the crossbows fired rhythmically, and the three centurions performed "three strikes", causing the cavalry and horses to fall one after another.

Of course, when the Frank cavalry chooses to make a desperate attack, those who are not delayed will definitely rush into the Ross army.

More than thirty cavalry charged into the formation. Old Eric's men tried their best to resist with their shields, and the veterans with spears tried their best to stab.

There were still cavalry rushing in, slashing with swords and axes, and the young Seventh Banner Corps also suffered its first casualties since its establishment.

Some young warriors died in the first battle of their lives. Seeing the death of their companions, these real Russian troops became furious.

The momentum of the cavalry was quickly disintegrated, and the heavy cavalry was almost wiped out. When the light cavalry at the rear was holding the reins at a loss, they began to encounter a second round of missed arrows.

The arms of Ta Zhang's so-called light crossbow are real steppe recurve bows. These high-end goods imported from the Pecheneg people were transformed into weapons for killing enemies.

The fallen heavy cavalry were killed indiscriminately, and the light cavalry in the rear were shot at one after another.

The cavalry offensive was broken up, but Quentin himself was thrown off his horse by the javelin early on.

His mind was buzzing, and he suddenly felt pain in his left arm. When he looked again, he was shocked to find that the arm covered with chain mail had a "wooden stick" with a wooden tail. Ignoring the pain for the moment as he was immersed in the fierce battle, he tried to get up, surrounded by charging infantry.

No matter what the outcome of the cavalry's battle, the infantry must attack bravely, just like an arrow fired cannot be repented of.

The Ross sword and shield hand hurriedly finished slashing the fallen cavalry and hurriedly reorganized the shield wall.

The young Ascard didn't care too much and personally led the strongest group of people in the flag team to join in the fight with his "old-timers" holding shields and swords, completely ignoring that everyone was only twelve years old.

Perhaps it is because of his youth that he lacks knowledge about death, and because he simply has no worries, he kills like a mad dog and a wolf.

The huge round shields are stacked on top of each other, and both young and old cooperate very well. They covered most of their bodies with large shields, holding steel swords in their right arms, thrusting through the gaps in the shields. Such a defensive effect is very good. The enemy is blocked by the shield and it is difficult to use tactics. The shield wall is slowly advancing, proving that the enemy is retreating steadily.

The crossbowmen at the rear launched shots into the air at large angles to provide fire support as much as possible, which further increased the Frankish army's retreat speed.

Perhaps the biggest mission of the peasant soldiers composed of Coblenz refugees was to wave the flag, but a group of armed peasants took the initiative to attack from the flanks, and their courage led all the peasant soldiers to join the battle with spears.

The peasant soldiers armed with sickles, harpoons, short spears, and flails had a variety of agricultural tools. They had no fighting skills, but only revenge and anger. It was this anger that gave a group of peasants a strong will to fight. ….

Of course, the Russian army had the upper hand, and the battle situation had entered a downwind situation. As the cruising longships discovered the victory and took the initiative to land and began to rush towards the rear of the Frank army, many armed farmers found that their side was certain to win.

A huge number of peasant soldiers finally completed the final blow, and the entire Frankish banner army collapsed.

There was only one thing they could think of - escape.

The injured Quentin was also thrown into the fleeing army. The flag troops were killed and abandoned their helmets. People threw away their helmets and even their leather riveted iron armor.

Knowing that he was defeated, Quentin almost instinctively fled towards the Moselle River, hoping to return via the riverside passage there. As for escaping with logistical supplies? forget it……

However, he was injured and had lost a lot of blood. He was dragging his left arm out of control, and the blood was spreading all the way.

In the end, although the angry peasant soldiers did not know the man's identity, the wooden hammer they threw hit him on the head. After he fell to the ground, he was chopped to pieces with harpoons, grass tea, and sickles. He was already beyond recognition...

All the Frankish soldiers who were slow to escape suffered this fate. Even if they were killed, the peasant soldiers of Coblenz had to hit a few more pitchforks to vent their anger.

At least more than 400 people abandoned their helmets and armor quickly, and they were pursued by soldiers behind them. They rushed to the Moselle River one after another, obviously seeing the dawn of escape and ascending to heaven.

However, a wooden wall suddenly appeared on the only way to escape! And... Iron Man appears one after another? !

Lan Hu's troops have been waiting for a long time. He originally thought that the enemy must have a decent military appearance even if he ran away, but now he looked too crotchless.

He calmly ordered the heavily armored troops to attack, and the armored standing army flag troops joined in the final fight.

Under the attack of the army like a torrent of steel, the panting Frank bannermen who fled were quickly killed by battle axes and steel swords, like being run over by a meat grinder. Behind the heavy armored infantry were the corpses of the enemy who fell dead in scarlet blood. .

Those who hurriedly jumped into the Moselle River in an attempt to escape as prisoners were killed one after another by the Ross soldiers standing on the rafts waiting for work...

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping in this direction, and swimming in this direction was a recipe for death, the defeated soldiers turned around and ran away, only to be bumped into by the pursuers again.

They gave up resistance and sat on the ground one by one, looking like they were being slaughtered. Under the strong despair, many people had already passed out.

After all, it was Blue Fox who personally led his heavy armored infantry to end the last meaningless killing. He ordered the infantry to maintain order and finally captured fifty mentally broken enemies.

And this is also the last survivor of Quentin's flag team. If the waiting Blue Fox had not been kind at the end, these people would have been chopped into pieces.

In the end, flag captain Quentin and the mutilated corpses of the rebels were discovered. His body had been destroyed by angry peasant soldiers, and his head was decapitated and hung on a harpoon.

Riding a horse on the battlefield, Robert never thought that angry farmers could also have strong fighting power. This time he really saw it.

The victorious army was plundering the loot. All the clothes of the dead bodies were stripped off, and all the weapons, armor and stomach were confiscated.

This also includes horses killed in battle, and their meat is being cut.

All the enemy's logistical supplies were captured by the coalition forces, and all remaining food was controlled.

Allied forces after victory

There was no cheering, but the Russian soldiers were happy. Their faces were stained with the blood of the enemy, and they were sweeping the battlefield with weapons in hand, searching for loot and finishing off the dying enemies.

The brothers who died in battle were placed first, and the injured brothers were briefly bandaged first. Askard led the guys to enjoy the feeling after their first victory. Similarly, he was not overly happy, his heart was beating wildly, and he was still able to remember the real fighting scene just now.

The Seventh Flag Team initially determined that there were more than 20 casualties, and 10 people died in the battle.

Ross veterans stationed at Nassau also suffered some casualties, but overall casualties were minimal.

In other words, the overall casualties of the coalition forces in this battle were very small. With superior strength, weapons and equipment, and fighting will, they quickly ended the battle and completely annihilated this elite group of more than 800 people from the Middle Kingdom. .

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