When the gentle slope appeared ahead, the knight leading the heavy cavalry hesitated slightly.

The attack on the top of Apio Hill made the heavy cavalry still embarrassed, although they did not lose many men, and the harassment of the hunting guards all the way down made them tired and helpless, although the strong armor protected them from most of the damage, but the heavy cavalry was indeed very tired.

The dryness of winter had poured lit liquor into their throats, and some of the horses had begun to foam at the mouth of the horses.

The knight hesitated when he saw the banners and the groves on the gentle slopes, not knowing if it would be a wise decision to charge at this time, but the hunters' attack again forced him to order his men to fight at once.

This was due to the fact that, having shaken off the small group of heavy cavalry that stood in their way, the hunters attacked directly into their rear.

It was the most stubborn attack of the huntsmen, and even if it was only a brief moment when several men were stabbed from their horses by the spears of the heavy cavalry, their muskets opened fire almost against the enemy's armor at close range.

Then the hunters were completely dispersed by the onslaught of the iron horsemen, but looking at the enemy light horsemen who were fleeing in different directions, the knight knew that this was not a good idea, because the enemy would obviously soon regroup again, but looking at a few of his companions who had been hit by muskets, the heavy cavalry could not help but feel uneasy.

And to their annoyance, the hunters apparently didn't have much honor, so they actually started targeting the enemy's mounts.

The knights knew that things might get worse if they didn't charge sooner, especially now that they were actually away from the battlefield, which made them wonder if it was a trap.

The heavy cavalry only stabilized their formation a little before they charged, and the knight's heart finally relaxed when he heard the thunderous roar of the hooves of countless heavy horses trampling the ground.

No one could stop the heavy cavalry from charging, even if it was a seemingly cunning enemy, but as long as the cavalry was allowed to run, the final result could only be scattered, divided, and then brutally slaughtered.

Especially now these infantry, which did not even seem to have gathered in a phalanx, resembled a long, jagged column, and though they also had a wall of spears made of sharp spears, a wall of spears that would not work at all against a cavalry charge.

The knight was convinced of this, so even when they rushed to the grove and had to fight their horses to make their mounts jump over the natural barrier of the grove, he was excited about the impending kill.

Then, when the front hooves of the war horse hit the ground, with the deafening sound of gunfire, he saw a large cloud of gunpowder suddenly erupting from the middle of the seemingly not very tight spear wall on the opposite side.

A cavalryman who rushed to the front undoubtedly became the target of several muskets, because of the instinct to shoot at the enemy in front without thinking about it, so that when the cavalry's mount was still in the air, the horse's body had burst out of a large blood mist because of the hits, and when the heavy body of the war horse hit the ground directly, he first struggled upwards to get up again, but immediately fell down, the body of the cavalry had been thrown out directly from the horse to the front.

The cavalryman wrapped in armor kept tumbling forward, and he already felt no intuition on his back in great pain at the moment of falling, until his body plunged face down into the ground and the crumbs of sharp stones jumped in through the cracks in his helmet, and then there was a great pain on his face, that the cavalryman had time to let out a brief scream.

Then he felt a huge force suddenly press down on his back, directly smashing him to the ground again, and at the same time he heard the familiar sound of armor colliding.

The horror of the musket's instantaneous volley sent chills through the cavalry at the front, and they heard the terrible sound of the musket firing, the terrifying shrill whistling of the projectiles coming at them, and then the terrifying clanging of the bullets against the armor.

When a cavalryman was hit in the chest, and then found that the armor was lucky to block the bullet, he couldn't help but let out an excited cry for the rest of his life, but another projectile suddenly penetrated his ribs from the side of his armor, and then the projectile smashed two of his ribs, and after the broken bone fragments poked into the internal organs and caused the blood vessels in the cavity to burst, the cavalryman, who was lucky enough to be lucky, had fallen from his horse and was trampled directly under the hooves of the war horse that rushed up from behind.

The heavy cavalry roared with rage, and their enemy was in front of them, and all they had to do was rush forward and cross the grove to teach this group of men who had inflicted great losses on them by vile means.

But the grove seemed to be a barrier separating them from the enemy, and as they leaped past, the brief pause and stagnation slowed them down in an instant, and the cavalry that followed them leaped up and rushed forward after them.

It was then that the Agri musketeers began to shoot!

Under the cover of their spears, the musketeers crouched on the ground as if they were hiding under a large spear tree composed of countless sharp branches, quickly reloading the gunpowder and projectiles, then ramming them with the whole strip, then biting open the small packets of gunpowder with their teeth and quickly pouring the gunpowder into the sunken pool with the hourglass they carried with them.

Raise your gun, let your hands not be so nervous, although not far away there is a spearman who was rushed to the front of the cavalry's cavalry spear directly against the ground, but because he is hiding in the depths of the spear thicket, the enemy can not hurt himself.

The musketeer secretly congratulated himself and tried to keep his hands as steady as possible, then raised his musket and aimed it at the heavy cavalry who had just killed one of his companions.

"That guy owes me 10 Gini." The musketeer muttered a low word, because the gunpowder that had leaked in his mouth was not a taste in his mouth, and he opened his mouth and spat out the residue of gunpowder that had stained his teeth with a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then pulled the bolt.

A spark immediately erupted from the heavy cavalry not far away, and just as the musketeer cursed in frustration for not shooting through the enemy's armor, the heavy cavalry looked down blankly at a small hole in the originally smooth deck of his lower abdomen, and then slowly fell to the ground.

The first group of heavy cavalry to charge were suddenly overwhelmed by the oncoming bullets almost before they could figure out what was happening, and many of their horses were struggling and rolling on the ground in agony after being hit, and the cavalry who had fallen off their horses had to avoid the hooves of their companions while struggling to get up and prepare to continue charging at the enemy.

However, others rushed through the woods, dodging the oncoming bullets, and then crashed headlong into the jungle of spears that had been waiting on the other side.

Instead of having the Agri form a true four-sided phalanx, Alexander arranged themselves in a three-sided column of hollow formations that were thick in the middle and slightly thinner at the ends, and the middle phalanx was thick enough for him to hold back the enemy's charge.

"Caro, can you do it?"

When the first wave of enemies rushed towards the formation, Alexander wondered not whether the Agri formation could hold off the enemy in front of him, but Carlo.

Sure enough, although the panic of the first wave of cavalry when they collided with the spearmen caused them to be scattered almost instantly, and the formation of the cavalry shook like a wave, more and more heavy cavalry were hit as the musketeers fired one after another.

Although many people were not immediately shot and fell to the ground because of the protection of the armor, the terrible sound of the bullet hitting their bodies made them tremble.

The heavy cavalry began to slow down the speed of the impact, the low woods blocking the front made it impossible for them to make their mounts charge with maximum force, and the musketeers who really threatened them except for the spears hid deep in the gaps of the spears, but if they were not careful, sharp projectiles would tear through the air and shoot out with a sharp roar in the fierce gunfire, and then it was unknown if someone was screaming because of the bullet.

The first charge was halted by a dozen cavalrymen who had fallen off their horses, and the heavy cavalry cursed and roared as they groaned in pain as they fell behind the groves or in close proximity to the Agreids, but when they desperately tried to rush through the grove again, which had already been trampled out of a few breaches, several heavy muskets that had been waiting for them to be thicker, longer, and more terrible than the barrels of the other muskets roared at the unwilling enemy.

A large black shadow that was almost visible to the naked eye instantly swept the brave cavalry who rushed up, and the sound of the dense ping-pong projectile hitting the armor attracted the attention of everyone nearby in an instant, and then people saw that the cavalry who tried to rush through the low forest were directly knocked out by the huge impact force, their bodies and the war horses under their crotches seemed to hit the invisible wall, and the armor fragments that were torn apart burst everywhere, and one of the arms of one of them seemed to be directly broken, The armor on his body was crumbled, and his arm, still attached to the armor of the arm, swirled behind him, hanging in the crack in the armor on his back.

Anxious cries rang out in the clearing, and with the sound of a trumpet, the heavy cavalry began to retreat.

"Win?"

A somewhat dazed musketeer was stunned and wanted to stand up, but when he exerted his strength, he found that his thigh was wet, and then he found that he didn't know when he poked half a broken spear tip fragment on his leg, and when he fell backwards involuntarily, he heard the person next to him ask the same slightly ignorant question as him: "Did we win?" ”

The answer to this question was the heavy cavalry who had fallen to the ground before the battle, some of whom had lost their breath, and some of whom were struggling and groaning, and when they saw the embarrassed appearance of the cavalry who had been wearing glittering armor and were charging towards them with a terrifying momentum, a cry of joy began to erupt among the Agri, as if they had just woken up from a dream: "We have won!" ”

The cry began with a cry and then gradually infected everyone, until all the Agri's shouted in disbelief: "We have won!" We defeated the heavy cavalry! ”

The Agri, who could not accept this fact for a while, could not even believe what they saw, and when they were sure that the enemy on the opposite side was indeed retreating backwards, they really began to believe that they had created a miracle.

"My lord, did you see it, we won, we repelled the heavy cavalry!"

An Agri shouted to Alexander, who happened to be standing nearby, his face still blackened by gunpowder, but he didn't care about shouting loudly.

Alexander nodded to the musketeer, but looked at the Agri, who was excited by the joy of a desperate encounter and an unexpected victory, but a layer of melancholy rose in his eyes.

Alexander's gaze looked into the distance through the gap in the ranks of the phalanx soldiers, and he saw the flickering figure of the heavy cavalry that was regrouping not far away, and it was clear that the enemy was reorganizing the attack after a frustration that was close to a hasty attack after a pursuit.

"Then it's time for the real fight." Alexander told himself so.

Alexander was not very worried when the enemy attacked directly, because apart from courage and honor, the heavy cavalry attacked them almost entirely unprepared, perhaps out of revenge, or simply did not take them seriously.

But this time it won't be so easy, and watching the cavalry begin to disperse in both directions, Alexander's heart couldn't help but sink slightly, he knew that the enemy had clearly learned his lesson.

"Array, rearray!"

Orders began to sound again among the Agri, and the Agri, who seemed to have noticed the change in the enemy in the distance, could not help but riot again, but there was also a faint excitement in the commotion.

Although they were not skilled enough, Agri began to gather towards the center as he had been trained before, and their phalanx began to become compact, while several heavy muskets that had previously been used to great power were carried to the middle of the most dense line of spears in front of the formation under the cover of several spearmen.

"We can stop them!"

"Yes, we've already won once, let them fight us!"

The Agri shouted one after another, and as they watched the figure of the enemy that began to move slowly towards them again, many of them did not know whether they were excited or deliberately hiding their fear, and let out a sharp whistle and boo at the enemy on the other side.

"Your mount, my lord, is right behind."

Paul Busako, who was standing beside Alexander, suddenly whispered.

Alexander turned his head slightly to look at the captain of the guard, and he knew that Paolo Busako had also seen the danger.

"Whether the Agri's ability to really hold off the enemy's charge is this one," Alexander took a deep breath, then his gaze fell through the dense phalanx to the flanks of the coalition heavy cavalry, and whispered to himself again, "Carlo, I hope you won't let me down." ”