France is a romantic country. Three golden iris flowers bloom in the sun on the banner with a pure blue bottom. The iris language is gorgeous, elegant and beautiful.

A ball of blood boiling like a flame splashed, and nearly half fell onto the blue-bottomed flag, covering the golden iris.

This moment has nothing to do with magnificence, elegance and beauty. On the battlefield, silver swords and red blood are the theme colors. Roars and howlings form a symphony. Only the crazy person can stand forever.

"ah!!!"

The first knight who rushed to the front of the guardrail was instantly pierced by an iron-headed spear, and the shield flew to one side. The second pike soldier behind also raised his spear and stabbed him in his body. Then the two of them worked together to lift the heavy armored cavalry and fell backwards.

However, the impact of the cavalry was not completely useless. His cavalry lance was first nailed to the guardrail, and the wooden stick as thick as a thigh was pierced, and the crack extended from the hole to the two sides.

Then the second and third heavy cavalrymen followed one after another, and the entire heavy cavalry team was overwhelmed.

Marshal Laush Tyrande rushed over at this moment. Unlike other heavy cavalrymen, he was holding a larger and thicker zither-shaped shield. The bright silver surface was carved with gorgeous patterns for decoration, and was forged by the best blacksmiths in Paris. Ordinary bows and arrows could not even shoot through such a shield.

With the cover of other soldiers of the zither-shaped shield, Marshal Tyrande rushed to the front of the guardrail intact. At this time, he suddenly shouted loudly, stretched out his hand and pulled the reins, and the mount under his crotch led him to jump high, and the guardrail that was close to the high, rushed past the front line.

The soldiers who were standing in front of him were shocked by his momentum and forgot to resist for a moment. By the time they realized it, it was too late.

Marshal Tyrande, who rushed into the pikes' front, was like a crazy lion breaking into the flock of sheep. Then he blocked the shield in his hand, and the knight's gun was freely retracted, and he picked up the two soldiers to the ground with one left and right. Then his legs shook, and his mount under his crotch led him out of the crowd and ran to the back.

Several heavy cavalry followed their marshals and hit the guardrail one after another. The wooden rack was hit by a huge impact force and was about to break through the front.

"Make it up, hold the front, you all make up for it." Seeing this scene, Rambo didn't have time to scold the militia who avoided the war, he shouted and sent him and several of the personal guards beside Eugen.

Several of the pro-guards were well-trained knights. At this moment, they were ordered to draw out their swords and rode their horses to fight over, quickly filling in the gap and fighting with the enemy.

Previously, in order to kill Eugen, Tyrande chose to rush from low to high, which also made the heavy cavalry following him insufficient speed and failed to break through the wooden fence as soon as possible.

"Sir, we believe in you, and we believe that you will be able to lead us to defeat the enemy! Long live freedom!" The situation was critical, and Rambo shouted a slogan at Eugen, then drew his sword and chased Tyrande and killed him.

With the help of the spearmen around him, as a genuine knight given by the lord, even if he lost to Tyrande, he could successfully delay his attack.

The only thing he is worried about now is that Eugen can recover in time, take over the transfer and command them to finally defeat the powerful enemy.

Eugen was really scared by the charge of the heavy cavalry regiment. After all, his soul was still the college student who was scrambling to die every day. In modern times, I never even saw killing chickens, but I never faced the grand scene of such a group charge.

Until now, everything that happened before him was like a very realistic dream, full of a sense of absurdity between illusion and reality.

"Damn, God, do you want to play me like this..." Eugen wailed in his heart: "Even if you make movies and games, don't bring this to face the boss..."

No matter how much he complained, he woke up the moment he saw Tyrande rushing into the front. Whether he wanted to or not, he was already standing in this place and had no choice.

"Fuck it, just treat it as a big game of real-life simulation. No matter what, I can't just die in a novice mission!"

After coming back to his senses, Eugen spitted phlegm on the ground and raised the long sword in his hand again.

"Hold on, let the bastards on the other side see how powerful the imperial soldiers are!" Eugen's voice sounded on the battlefield again, and his speech became more vulgar than before.

After the heavy cavalry regiment was fully deployed, a large part of it was an impact from the plains. Eugen did not arrange soldiers here, and they immediately discovered the weakness here.

As the saying goes, picking a persimmon and pinching it softly. As soon as you see the guardrail below breaking through the gap, most of the heavy cavalry turned to the gap and wanted to rush from behind to the formation of Eugen's army.

"Okay, they're taking the bait, roll me the powder barrel."

Eugen had long guessed that most of the heavy cavalry would rush in from below, so he ordered his entourage to make some arrangements and prepared several powder kegs of musketeers and placed them on the hillside of the enemy's must-pass path.

At this moment, the gunpowder barrel rolled down one by one along the hillside, and there were ignited leads connected to the top. These leads were made of hemp rope dipped in tin oil, and would soon burn to the end to ignite the gunpowder in the barrel.

Inside the front, Tyrande saw the wooden barrel rolling down at a glance, and hurriedly rushed over to remind his subordinates to scatter and avoid it. Unfortunately, Rambo tried his best to entangle him, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Scatter, the heavy cavalry team dispersed back!" In desperation, Tyrande could only shout from afar, wanting to remind his subordinates. Unfortunately, on the noisy battlefield, this sound was like light smoke dispersed by the strong wind and could not be transmitted at all.

The round powder barrel rolled towards the plain below, and the turbulent oil rope began to burn violently when the mountain wind blew.

The wooden guardrail below quickly appeared without personnel guarding it, and heavy cavalry rushed in from the gaps one after another. Then they saw several wooden barrels rolling down rapidly on the hillside.

Even fools can guess what this is. When the heavy cavalry who rushed in first rushed forward, they rushed forward in a hurry, just like avoiding the plague god.
Chapter completed!