The unknown crowd was still rushing forward, and the two sides suddenly caused huge chaos, and a large number of cavalry were entangled together and unable to move.

The voices were shouting and the war horses were roaring, like a famous painting with a postmodern artistic atmosphere.

Tyrande watched this scene with his own eyes, his expression on his face was dull, and he not only muttered, "God bless..."

boom!

A delicate and radiant red flower bud bloomed grandly, the sky and the earth were reflected in red, and the fire filled the sky with blood rain.

It was like the sky fire that destroyed the two cities of Sodom and Emora in the Bible. The wooden fences, wild grass and bushes, and the madman with a ferocious expression, the neighing war horse was instantly engulfed by the flames.

There is not only one wooden barrel.

Boom boom boom boom boom! Several consecutive explosions appeared on the land, burning the creatures in it like purgatory.

In order to enhance the efficiency of the gunpowder explosion, Eugen specially instructed his entourage to pour some tincture oil into the gunpowder barrels. Although he had expected that these gunpowder could play an extraordinary role, the scene in front of him still surprised Eugen.

The loud noise covered all the other sounds, and everyone present fell into a brief deafness. Tyrande was on the hillside watching the scene, and a turbid tears fell from the corner of the eyes of the veteran, known as the lion.

The casualties caused by these few powder barrels were not large, and France lost more than 40 heavy cavalrymen, which included the injured.

However, it had a huge impact on the battlefield. The loud noise and flames also scared the heavy cavalry's war horses. They were well-trained war horses in time, and now they lost control and began to run wildly.

Nearly a hundred war horses carried their knights to the other side of the plain, and there was a swamp a hundred meters away. After a few minutes, they fell into the mud. Although they did not sink and drown, they could not go ashore in time to participate in the battle.

Because the armor on their bodies was too heavy, these heavy cavalry could not dismount and return to the battlefield, so they could only whip their war horses frantically, hoping to make these damn animals move.

The war horse on the other side was facing upwards and rushed towards the position where the archer was.

It was originally a commanding height, and it was very difficult to climb the war horses. In addition, Eugen specially dispatched some elite spearmen to come over, so he successfully blocked the attack of a large number of heavy cavalry for a while.

The pressure on the front of the defense line suddenly eased, and the originally shaky wooden guardrail once again stood up, as if it was an inescapable sky.

The balance of victory began to tilt towards the Holy Roman Empire.

Marshal Tyrande's eyes were red, like an angry mad lion, staring at Eugen tightly, as if he was about to eat him.

He shook his whole body suddenly, and the horse under his crotch moved towards Eugen step by step.

Rambo immediately understood his intention and hurriedly led two spearmen to stop him. However, he failed to cooperate and made a mistake and was cut by Tyrande.

Rambo and a spearman alone could no longer stop the angry Tyrande.

Eugen was alert and found that something was wrong, so he immediately rode his horse and started running away. He didn't have the awareness of chivalrous spirit or brave death in his heart. Seeing that victory was right in front of him, if he accidentally broke his coach here, he would be a big loss.

So in this way, one chased and the other escaped, and the coaches of both sides began to run around the battlefield. Inexplicably, there was a strange sense of joy.

Tyrande seems to have lost his mind now, but in fact he is still clear in his heart. Although this boy named Eugen has taken some advantage for the time being, as long as the five hundred light cavalry in the rear arrives, the victory will still belong to him after all.

They had an absolute number advantage, and the gap had been opened, and the light cavalry could drive straight in and kill back and forth in their formation.

Speaking of which, the gap in the guardrail was still blown up by Eugen's gunpowder. When Tyrande thought of this, he even felt a little contemptuous: after all, young people are young people, who only care about temporary gains, but lose the general trend.

Even though he looked down on him, what he wanted to do now was to force this young boy, so as not to open his mouth and shout out any secret tricks.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Eugen after all. Eugen's secret move had already been arranged long before the battlefield began.

The sound of horse hooves and shouts of killing came from behind. Tyrande was delighted and quickly turned around and looked around. It was indeed the light cavalry that the light cavalry charged again, but what made Tyrande a little confused was that the light cavalry rushed down from the hillside on the right for some reason.

The next moment, he was shocked to find that what the light cavalry team was carrying was the black double eagle flag.

Corion took the lead, leading nearly a hundred light cavalry behind him rushed down the ridge, as if a divine weapon had descended from the sky.

Under Eugen's order, Corion took away all the light cavalry in the army and hid it from behind to the southern foothills. As soon as the time came, he immediately rushed out from the side.

Tyrande charged with heavy cavalry and handed over the command of the light cavalry unit to his adjutant, the little guy from the Eric family he mentioned.

Although Tyrande was extremely brave, his adjutant Eric was particularly cautious. Therefore, the light cavalry unit he led had not officially launched a charge until now, and the result was that he happened to run head-on with the light cavalry led by Corion.

Corion led the light cavalry, and with the advantage from a high altitude, its impact momentum was as good as a group charge of the heavy cavalry.

As the saying goes, the best partner of light cavalry is the heavy cavalry, but at the same time, the most feared thing about light cavalry is the heavy cavalry. At this moment, the light cavalry of the French Empire became a timid side when the number of people was dominant.

And strictly speaking, these light cavalry were not Tyrande's troops, but private troops led by the noble knights he recruited.

The nobles followed Tyrande, hoping to continue the name of the lion and win several victories and gilt themselves. Now the lion is in a tough battle and there is no hope of victory, and their goal immediately becomes to protect themselves.

Faced with the Holy Roman Empire light cavalry that was rushing towards him, several nobles actually wanted to let their troops protect themselves from the battlefield, regardless of Tyrande's life or death.
Chapter completed!