After the three hundred heavy cavalry, there are light cavalry wearing leather armor and a short flintlock rifle on the waist. If the heavy cavalry is a heavy hammer breaking through the defense line, then the light cavalry is a steel knife that completely tore apart the opponent's opponent's steel knife.

Following the gap in the defense line torn by heavy cavalry, these light cavalry, known for their speed and agility, can shuttle back and forth among the crowd, and on the chaotic battlefield, they are the executioners of life harvesting.

Among the cavalry in the brigade, there is a man's armor decoration that is obviously more gorgeous, and the vague reflection of the jewelry on his body can also show the identity of these people as either rich or noble.

Common sense, the battlefield is not a suitable place for nobles after all. When the enemy waves the machete, they will not hesitate because you are a noble.

Therefore, most of these nobles wore leather and light armor, and the inner ones were woven from gold wire, which was light and tough. The reason for wearing this is to better protect their names on the battlefield.

Among this group of people, one of them was obviously different from the people around him. He actually wore a heavy plate armor, which seemed to be a specially thickened style.

When the few people around him looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, there was a clear sense of respect in their eyes, and there was also a hint of fear.

He was the commander of the battlefield of this attack, the lion of the French Empire - Marshal Lauch Tyrande.

Above the French border, the name Rausch Tyrande may not be well known, but when it comes to the imperial lion, it can almost be said that everyone knows it.

Marshal Laush Tyrande was countless of his glory. In every battle, he led the army and led his heavy cavalry to charge him and broke through the opponent's defense line.

At the same time, his temper was also impressive, as irritable as an active volcano that could erupt at any time.

At this moment, Marshal Laush Tyrande's adjutant was as trembling as a sheep standing beside the lion, and said carefully: "Yuan, Marshal, this time, in order to increase the speed of the march, we only led the cavalry team alone to go deeper. Isn't it a bit too risky?"

The Marshal was nearly forty years old, and his untouched beard was as rough as autumn weeds. There was a scar about three inches long on his left face that stretched to the corners of his eyes. When he was speaking, the scar was like a huge centipede crawling on the Marshal's face, looking particularly ferocious.

"Haha, little guy from the Eric family, as a warrior, you still lack some courage." The Marshal smiled, then pointed ahead and continued, "Do you know where is ahead?"

The adjutant did not understand what Marshal Tyrande meant, so he had to say carefully: "Marrior, in front of him is the foothills of Sudede, and behind him is the Fort Kassel, the western gate of the Holy Roman Empire."

"Yes, the Holy Roman Empire is like a beautiful girl in her age. And this Cassel pot is the last fig leaf on her body." The marshal reached out to the front and grabbed it in a deep voice: "As long as we use a little force to tear the last line of defense, the sword of the French Empire can drive straight into their hinterland."

As he said that, the marshal turned around and looked at the adjutant and said, "You said, at this time, whether as a warrior or as a man, can he say no?"

After the marshal said this dirty joke, several nobles around him smiled knowingly, and the adjutant also nodded and said yes, "It's hard to say anything else."

The brigade of cavalry was still moving forward slowly. At this time, a spy rushed forward from the front of the team on a horse, and in a blink of an eye, he bypassed the heavy cavalry brigade and rushed to the front of the marshals and others.

"Report to the Marshal, ahead is the front line of the Holy Roman Empire army. Our heavy cavalry has reached the charge distance and can launch a charge."

Marshal Tyrande still had a relaxed expression and asked casually: "Oh, who is the opponent's head coach? What is the military configuration?"

"Report, the commander is General Eugen. The garrison is mainly composed of spearmen and archers, with a total of about 800 people. There are also a small number of light cavalry, with only a hundred people. It is not clear whether there are hidden troops." France's spies said a few words, but all the troops under Eugen were shaken out.

When Marshal Tyrande was stunned for a moment when he heard that the opponent's coach was Eugen, he asked with some doubts: "Eugen? Could it be that Prince Eugen?" Marshal Tyrande would ask this because he was afraid of Prince Eugen.

"No, it's General Eugen from the Habsburg branch, the younger brother of the enemy general who was defeated in the last battle."

"Oh, that's right." After listening to the spy's report, Marshal Tyrande turned around and laughed, "Hahaha, little guy from the Eric family, do you have anything else to worry about now?"

The adjutant also smiled. Since there was an unknown young boy on the other side, there was nothing to worry about. Although Marshal Tyrande was a little reckless, his strength was still unquestionable.

"If we pass the order, we don't have to repair it anymore. After the heavy knights and light cavalry reach the charge distance, they will directly launch a charge and tear the opponent's defense line in one wave. The faster we charge, the less prepared the opponent can make."

After saying that, Tyrande rode his horse forward, and he wanted to cross the heavy-armed Knights and stand at the front. When the whole team charged, there was his position.

When the knights under his command saw Marshal Tyrande's bright silver armor, they knew that they should charge there, and they would not hesitate when charging.

After the order for combat preparation was issued, the momentum of the entire team changed slightly, and the solemn murderous aura hovered over the team, as if the last tranquility before the storm came.

"Report~ Sir, the vanguard of the French army is about to charge!" A spy with the emblem of the Holy Roman Empire rolled and crawled to Eugen, and said in a panic look.

It’s not a big blame for this spy’s lack of attention to image. The main reason is that the power of the French heavy-mounted knight is too scary. Anyone who sees a large number of heavy-mounted knights slowly pushing over will feel a lot of pressure.

It is rare that after he discovered the enemy's heavy knights, he was able to hurry back and report the situation.

As soon as Eugen came out of the camp on horseback, he heard such bad news, and most of the courage he had just accumulated was scared away again.

"How many are there?" Eugen asked the question tremblingly.

"There are about 300 people, and there are more light cavalry behind them, so I can't see clearly." The spy's voice became smaller and smaller, and later it was almost invisible, as if he was afraid that he would scare Eugen too loudly.

But there is no difference. When Eugen heard about the three hundred cavalry, he felt that there was no difference between the ones behind him. Anyway, they were almost impossible to defeat.

Even if he was not from this era, Eugen had heard of the reputation of heavy cavalry. In this era of cold weapons, that thing was like a land tank.

Look at my side, there are infantrymen that cannot withstand the collision of heavy cavalry. The barrier built by the camp based on the terrain does not seem to have any defense. In this way, the opponent's heavy cavalry has destroyed the front, and the side probably can only be slaughtered.

Although he was afraid, Eugen forced himself to calm down and began to carefully check the situation of his army. At the same time, he searched for the pitiful military knowledge in his mind, looking for ways to break through the crisis.

"Damn it, I have to keep it for me no matter what." While cursing in my heart, I quickly thought about the countermeasures.

When he saw the long spears in front of the camp, Eugen's eyes lit up. Using the spear to fight against the charge of heavy cavalry was an effective tactic. However, the number of spear soldiers was still a bit insufficient, and fighting against almost the same number of cavalry, it was still inevitable that the opponent would be defeated by the front.

Then there were nearly two hundred archers, who were said to be archers, but in fact they were troops mixed with flintlock rifles and bows. In this era, the shooting accuracy of flintlock rifles was too low, and the shooting efficiency was not as good as bows and arrows, so the bows and arrows had not yet withdrawn from the stage.
Chapter completed!