The knights, the representatives of great power, have formed an indissoluble bond with France since the birth of this huge group.

Whether it was from Charlemagne's time, or the Norman expedition into England, or the clash of faith between the three kings and Saladin during the crusade, or the long Hundred Years' War a few decades ago, whether it was a glorious or a dismal defeat, the knights were a huge group of people who participated in all kinds of wars that determined the fate of France.

Even the bloody tragedy of Agincourt, who had paid countless costs, could not erase the formidable shadow of the knight.

When they attacked, no one could deny that they remained the most feared force on the battlefield until the advent of firearms.

Scharlon's charge was resolute and unhesitating, and although he could vaguely see the signs of chaos on Mount Appio, he could not have any illusions about this chaos, which only allowed him to decide to attack earlier, because he saw hesitation and apprehension in the eyes of those knights.

Obviously, those people pinned their hopes on the possible accident of Mount Appio, which made them involuntarily choose to wait.

But Charlon could not put all his hopes on an accident or a fluke, knowing that if the situation on Mount Appio did not turn out as they had hoped, the knights who had become hesitant because of disappointment might lose the courage to face the enemy and die.

So Sharron chose to attack without hesitation!

The heavy war horse stepped on the ground with four hooves, the spear was already pointing forward, the flag tied to the tip of the spear fluttered with the advance of the war horse, the knight on the horse stared at the direction in front of the flag, took a deep breath, and then urged the horse to rush forward down the hill!

Looking at the archers in the hills in the distance, and the figures with muskets appearing in front of the phalanx, Scharon gently spat out a prayer.

He knew that this might be the last charge in his life, facing several times his own infantry, archers, and even a large number of musketeers, Charlon didn't know if he still had a chance to rush in front of the enemy, although the French knight's bitter lesson in Agincourt still couldn't stop the French knight's advance, but it was not the French or their enemy, but they all knew the great danger faced by the French knight in the face of a bow and arrow with a solid defense, not to mention if the number of enemies was larger, When the defense is more solid, it will be more costly to attack such an enemy.

"Let's just rush over!" Charleon did not know whether to shout to himself or to the knights who followed him, and as their horses began to trot forward with neat steps, a high-pitched chant rang out among the French!

Hearing this song, both sides on the battlefield could not help but lift their spirits, because everyone knew that the terrible knightly charge was about to begin.

Alexander, who had just been brought back to Mount Appio by Pagassos, heard the song too, and although he didn't know what was going to happen next, he knew it was certainly not what he wanted to see.

The horse in front of it could no longer run under its feet, and when someone finally suddenly waved its flag to block its view, instinctive fear made it slow down, and at that moment Pagasus rushed forward.

Alexander did not remember how he had dismounted from his horse, or had been dragged straight from his horse, when two powerful hunters swooped down from the side, and before Alexander could say anything, they pounced on him.

When he got up with the help of the hunters, and saw the back of Pagasos, who was standing upright and ready to lie down on the back of his horse, Alexander spat out a chilling sentence with an ugly face: "Emasculated it." ”

Just then, the song rang out.

Alexander turned his head suddenly, not knowing that the song was a sign of the French charge that was about to begin, but that did not prevent him from noticing the changes that had taken place on the hill of Rocadispas, and when he saw the flags of the French gathered on the top of the opposite hill begin to move, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Alexander looked down the hill to the other side, and he saw that Constantine was running forward with the Swiss, but it was clear that they could not have had time to stop the French from attacking in despair.

How to stop the French, or how to stop that Charlon?

Alexander didn't know if Charlen was among the Frenchmen who were ready to charge, but just thinking about the stubborn almost mad sense of honor of the French knights, he felt that he had to stop that Charron unless he hit him on the head with a cannon!

Suddenly, Alexander's heart moved, and he suddenly looked back at the cannons that had been jumped around by Pagasus as an obstacle before, and the muzzles of those cannons were faintly facing the direction of the opposite Roccatipas Mountain.

"Caro, go find a few captives who can use cannons," Alexander ordered as he walked quickly to the artillery, and when he saw Carlo, who was still a little stunned when he heard his order, he immediately waved his arm vigorously, "Let's have a shot!" ”

"My lord, who are we going to fight?" Carlo asked in amazement, and he couldn't help but look in the direction the gun was aiming, and he was a little confused for a while.

"Whoever it is," Alexander didn't have time to explain, he looked at the French who were slowly moving down the hillside on the opposite side, he knew that if the knights wanted to attack, they had to have a more open land, but obviously there was no such terrain on the slopes of Rocadipas, so they needed to move forward and spread the queue at this time, and when they could be lined up enough to have a wide enough line, it was time for them to launch a formal charge.

Time was so short, the French cavalry was constantly diverting towards both ends of the queue, it was clear that these French who wore pride as armor even though they knew that they were in danger would not give up their honor, or that honor had become a shackle that imprisoned them, and at this time the chains of this shackle were gradually tightening, and finally waiting for them to be choked alive by this shackle.

Konstantin ran forward frantically, not because of how deep his affection for Sharl, but because he was well aware of the importance of this possible future heir of Savoy to his father, or to his family.

If there is any accident outside of Rome and the death of the son of the current Duke of Savoy, who seems to be sickly, the Rovire family may face an heir who has no affection for their family at all.

Konstantin's forehead was sweating, even though it was a cold winter day and a galloping horse, but his attempt to break into the battlefield was obviously not easy to achieve, and when he and his guards had just crossed a somewhat rough looking mountain road, they had already noticed that a group of their coalition soldiers had stood in front of them.

Almost without warning the sound of a trumpet sounded on the fork in the road ahead, and Konstantin saw the banner raised from among the trees, as well as the coalition army that was aiming their bows and arrows.

And to Konstantin's surprise, the familiar banner of the coalition soldiers, looking at the mighty lion above, Konstantin couldn't help but groan from the bottom of his heart: "Why are you Venetians!" ”

If there was one natural enemy in Genoa in its long history, it would have been Venice!

Hundreds of years of feuds have even made the descendants of both sides deeply engraved with traces of hatred in their bones, and when he saw the unforgettable lion flag, Konstantin immediately drew his sword without hesitation!

"Venetian!"

Konstantin's shout ignited the already imminent battle between the two sides in an instant, and with a dull bowstring vibrating, one of the guards beside Konstantin screamed and fell from his horse, while Konstantin had already swung his sword and slashed at the nearest Venetian.

The battle unfolded in an instant, Konstantin's sword pierced into the opponent's stomach almost as soon as the Venetian raised his weapon to resist, and with the vigorous agitation, the long sword was drawn and the young knight had already urged the war horse over the bushes.

The powerful horse's hooves kicked on the chest of an archer, and the chest collapsed instantly, and at the same time, the spear held in Constantine's other hand had already stabbed at the group of archers as the horse rushed forward.

The Venetians, the Genoese, these two are like water and oil that can never be combined, and like fire and oil, the power that can ignite a soaring flame at the slightest touch collides fiercely.

Konstantin saw a Venetian officer, whose armor was more colorful and ornate than the others immediately caught his attention.

Seeing the eye-catching red tassel of the flat helmet on the man's head, Konstantin raised his spear.

The man apparently also noticed Konstantin, or rather, the markings of the tree shield pattern on his riding gun.

The Venetian grasped the blade and hilt of the sword horizontally with his iron gloved hands, raised it high, and then slammed it downward.

This provocative gesture infuriated Konstantin, who retracted his arm slightly, tucked his rifle under his arm, and with a loud roar from behind his mask, he urged his horse to charge at the Venetian who was standing on the ground.

The heavy spear almost stabbed the enemy with a whistle, and the sharp spear tip stabbed the enemy with terrible force under the lead of the mount!

But the imaginary scenario of direct penetration of the enemy's body did not appear.

To Konstantin's surprise, the Venetian, who seemed to be about to meet him head-on, suddenly cunningly erected his sword, and as he slammed the spear with his sword despite wearing armor, and at the same time jumped away from the side flexibly, Konstantin's attack was not only blocked, but the Venetian quickly grabbed the sword body and slammed the long gauntlet into the flank of Constantine's war horse that was about to rush past him with full strength.

The slender, sturdy gauntlet struck a deep groove of blood on the sweat-stained sleek horse, and Konstantin was lifted off the battered horse as the blood sprayed and the horse neighed.

The muffled sound of the armor hitting the ground and the violent collision of his head and neck made Konstantin let out a dull cry of pain, and his body kept rolling on the ground with the sound of the impact of the armor, and when he finally stopped, he found that he could not move his body at all because of the pain on his body and the weight of the armor.

As he tried to struggle to his feet, there was a sudden shout with a distinctly Venetian accent, and then he felt his body being pressed tightly, and then a violent blow from his helmet caused Konstantin to let out a panicked scream.

But fortunately, at this time, he also heard the shouts of his guards, and at the same time, there was a clash of weapons and screams of pain everywhere.

Konstantin felt someone shouting his name and holding him hard, and after a great deal of effort he struggled to his feet, and it was only through the somewhat crooked helmet mask that he saw a group of Swiss men armed with axes and spears of varying lengths around him.

And his guards were clinging to him, and then he cut down the Venetian who knocked him off his horse, and he swung his sword to cut down a soldier.

Constantine tried to find his sword, but the sharp pain in his leg made him know that he might be wounded, and he panicked at the corpses of the two Venetians who were still bleeding from the ground, and he knew that if his men had been a little slower to rescue him, the two Venetian archers might have pried open his armor and slaughtered him like an open crab.

The Venetian archers on the opposite side were rapidly retreating, it was too dangerous for them to be so close, and Constantine's army was too disorganized to attack the enemy because of the disorganization of the whole team because of the running all the way.

Except for the few soldiers who had already mixed up with each other and slashed each other, and then immediately separated, the two sides confronted each other nervously across a large bush, smelling the pungent smell of blood and choking dust in their noses, their mouths gasping nervously, and their eyes staring at each other tightly, looking at the sharp arrows close enough to hear the bowstring tremble, and the spears that could pierce through their bodies in the blink of an eye, the stalemate air made everyone's throats gasp as violently as if they were in pain.

Konstantin stared at the Venetian with a red hat on his head opposite, from the table, he was not only sure that that person was not an ordinary mercenary, but more importantly, he was impressed by the other party's skillful sword skills, especially the opponent's skill of stabbing the war horse with the sword body gauntlet in a moment, which made him vaguely guess the identity of the other party.

Konstantin wore iron gloves and clenched his sword in his hand, his eyes fixed on everything around him, he was more of a general than he was a knight.

The two sides were slowly gathering together because of the chaotic confrontation, and the Venetians tried to retreat slowly for fear of the enemy rushing over, but the Genoese kept approaching for fear of being threatened by bows and arrows if they pulled away.

The atmosphere became even more tense, and Konstantin saw that the Venetian officer opposite him had taken the posture of holding the sword with both hands and holding it up, his breathing could not help but increase, and at the same time, his eyes quickly swept around.

Just when the Venetians seemed to be about to send a signal to their men around them, and Constantine was about to give the order to attack, suddenly, a huge roar suddenly sounded from the direction of the top of Apio Mountain!

Immediately afterward, several loud noises that were not neat but even more deafening followed!

Konstantin looked back in amazement, and when he saw the clouds of smoke rising from the top of the mountain, he couldn't help but say to himself in amazement: "My God, why did you shoot the cannon?" ”