To Alexander's surprise, the vacillation of the heavy cavalry did not begin from the front, which had been repeatedly hit, but precisely from the flank of the right flank, which worried him.

Although there were few layers of spearmen arranged on the sides of the phalanx, there were also not many cavalry in the roundabouts, so although the pressure was great, after the initial onslaught, when the cavalry finally rushed to the front of the spear formation, as several people had already been hit by muskets, the momentum of the forward charge had weakened somewhat.

But what really terrified those cavalrymen was the heavy muskets.

Despite the deafening sound, the first shot did not hit any target.

But even so, the heavy cavalry were frightened by the terrible sound of gunfire.

The few horsemen who rushed in front couldn't help but pull the reins to stop the horses, and the people behind couldn't help but slow down, looking at the phalanx arrangement on the opposite side in horror, which didn't look deep, and the sound of heavy muskets was so loud that they couldn't help but think that there were still artillery among the enemy.

Although it is not so easy for artillery to hit the enemy these days, it is difficult for anyone to dare to face such a terrible weapon at such a close distance, especially when the artillery is fired in a completely straight line, and the terrible sight of plowing the ground through the crowd like a sweeping battering ram will never be forgotten by anyone who has seen it once.

And Charles of France is a person who has a soft spot for artillery, so he spent more than 100 guns of all kinds from France on this expedition, although most of these cannons did not play an important role, but even if it was only a little try, it was enough to make people impressed.

These heavy cavalry had seen the power of the French artillery in the early days, even if it was not as huge as the siege artillery, but it was still enough to smash people into mud in an instant, so that when the allied forces decided to besiege the French in Rome, although it was impossible to fire at the Roman city, they still managed to collect more than 20 cannons of different sizes in case of emergency.

Could it be that these people brought the artillery from Mount Appio?

It was a terrible thought in the hearts of the heavy cavalrymen, perhaps on Mount Appio these cannons were not very powerful, but here in the face of the cavalry rushing in front of them, those cannons were formidable weapons of slaughter.

The cavalrymen, who had been so timid that they could not help but stagnate their momentum, listened a few dozen yards in front of the phalanx, and they vigorously held their horses and hesitated in place, but before they could decide whether to continue the charge, the muzzles of the spearmen protruding from the gap were already fired.

The shock of the heavy muskets gave the musketeers a brief time, for the fear of the cavalry was often fired indiscriminately and the fear of not being able to hit the target, and the short pause at a distance of a few tens of yards faded, and the musketeers had plenty of time to aim, and some even did not choose to shoot at the large horses, but aimed directly at the heavy cavalry who were holding the reins and squeezed forward.

The gunfire was so loud that no one noticed whether the enemy on the opposite side had been hit, but they were scrambling to reload their ammunition immediately after the first round of fire.

While the musketeers were busy, the heavy cavalry on the opposite side had already woken up from the initial panic, and looked at the way their comrades who were hit screamed and struggled on the ground, and the anger and honor of the heavy cavalry replaced the fear of the "artillery".

They began to push their horses again, and although the distance of a few dozen yards was a little short, they still believed that they could rush over and slash the enemies.

The four hooves of the war horse cut the ground, and the charge again is about to begin!

Then, there were two more terrifying loud noises!

This time, the heavy cavalry saw the terrifying power of heavy muskets!

The head of a cavalryman who was originally behind exploded in an instant!

A huge projectile that passed through the flickering gap of several people in front of it shot directly into the head of an unlucky man.

As the helmet first flattened, then tore apart, the projectile mercilessly pierced the cavalryman's skull and ripped his entire skull open, turning the whole head into a bloody rotten apple.

The cavalryman, who had lost most of his head in an instant, fell from his horse, and the red and white pulp splattered from his head on the armor of his companions next to him, and some of them splashed directly into their mouths, and for a moment the charge that was about to be launched couldn't help but stagnate.

It was these two terrible unexpected stagnation that determined the fate of these cavalrymen.

The distance of a few tens of yards became an obstacle that they seemed to be unable to cross, and the interval between light and heavy muskets caused them to receive continuous blows every time they were about to attack, and after a few rounds of firing seemed to perceive the threat to the enemy posed by this coincidental method, the musketeers began to cooperate deliberately, so that in the staggered firing, the heavy cavalry was always facing the constant fire of muskets at a distance of dozens of yards, unable to charge forward.

It was only when they finally seized a rare opportunity to finally rush forward, leaving behind them dozens of corpses and their wounded and groaning companions on the ground.

The cavalry, who had paid a terrible price, had finally crossed the distance of a few dozen yards, but by this time the proud impact of the cavalry had been lost, and the heavy cavalry, supported only by honor and anger, raised their spears with all their might, and after stabbing at all odds, whether they had hit the enemy or not, they threw away their spears and drew their swords, and in the midst of the shouts, the cavalry began the fiercest battle they had fought for honor.

The long sword was chopped, the blood splattered, and then the sword was withdrawn by running to the side through the war horse, and then driving the war horse away a little to prepare for the next slashing, a cavalryman almost completed this series of actions perfectly, fortunately he did not receive a little damage.

But then he was not so lucky, a projectile shot from nowhere pierced a small hole in the back of his heart armor, although the small hole was not large, but this moment shook the horseman's body, and his mount was still running forward, but the horseman dangled on the horse as if drunk, and then slowly slipped off the horse's back and fell to the ground.

There was another sound of heavy muskets, and no one cared whether others were hit or not, everyone just instinctively shrank down at the sound of this sound, as if in this way they could avoid the blow of the terrible weapon, but the danger did not only come from the rumbling guns, taking advantage of the momentary slowness of the cavalry because of timidity, the spearmen stabbed at them one after another.

The cavalry, which had lost its striking power, became prey in the eyes of the spearmen, and the magnificent armor, the tall horses, and the expensive weapons became the greatest temptations, and the fear was replaced by the thirst for the spoils of war at this moment, and when the first spearman tried to take advantage of the previous step and stabbed him in the thigh with a cavalryman's spare spear, the spearman let out a cheer of excitement!

Although the spear tip slipped to the side and poked into the saddle because the tip of the spear did not pierce the armor, the spearman's actions made the man next to him see an opportunity.

The other spearman also took the risk of piercing forward, only with a slight hesitation in his movements, because he was aiming at the cavalryman's horse.

But this hesitation was immediately replaced by a greater temptation, and the spear pierced directly into the horse's chest, and at the horse's cry of pain, the cavalryman was thrown off his horse and fell in front of the spearmen.

The Agri were mountain dwellers, and even if they weren't hunters, they would carry a dagger with them to deal with the beasts that might appear.

Two spearmen struggled to pull the cavalryman who could not get up, and at the sound of the cavalryman's cry of terror, one of the spearmen raised his dagger against his neck.

The heavy cavalry, who were running back and forth along the formation but unable to charge forward, was blocked, which the spearmen themselves did not expect, and when they raised their weapons to the cavalry who leaped in front of them, they saw not only the anger on the faces of the enemy that flashed in front of them, but also the fear that had appeared, and the pungent smoke became their favorite smell at this moment, because whenever the gunfire was loud, the enemy would retreat out of fear, which was for the spearmen who had to face the cavalry, The threat from the enemy has become less important.

What they want now is to take advantage of the opportunity to kill the enemy.

When another mournful neighing of horses came, one of the horsemen finally couldn't stand it anymore, and he began to retreat, but not to be able to get away and charge again, but kept pulling his horse back, and then he turned around, and fled away without looking back.

No one noticed the fleeing cavalryman, but when another shot was heard and the cavalrymen couldn't help but retreat, someone saw his back.

After a little hesitation, the cavalryman who saw him also began to turn around, and after glancing at the phalanx, which did not look tight in the smoke, but was terrifying, the cavalry finally urged his horse to flee.

The captain, sensing the turmoil in his ranks, began to shout loudly to try to stop the already wavering soldiers, and when he saw their blank expressions, the captain raised his spear aloft.

"Rush!"

A hoarse roar burst out of the cavalry captain's mouth, and he urged his mount with all his might, despite the fact that someone around him was reaching out to stop him, and rushed towards the enemy in front of him with all his might.

The horses were running, sweat spilling from their hair, and their spears piercing through the cold air with a whistling stabbing forward, this was the pride of the cavalry!

"Rush! Come on!! The captain roared.

It's close, it's just around the corner, just one more dash forward to rush into the enemy's formation, and the companions behind will see that the proud heavy cavalry is still the most feared opponent on the battlefield, and they will definitely follow!

The roar rang out.

The captain felt something hit him, and his mount fell forward, the ground instantly approached in front of him, and his body slammed into the ground.

Strangely enough, he didn't feel pain, but stood up very quickly, his spear no longer knew where it had been lost, and when he instinctively drew his saber and shook it to support his body, he saw the enemy in front of him.

It's really close, just a sprint.

There was a sound of war horses behind him, and the cavalry captain looked back blankly at the beloved horse who fell to the ground and couldn't get up, and then he turned his head and raised his sword with both hands, staggered under his feet, and let out the last cry: "Rush~"

Taking a step forward, gunshots rang out.

The heavy cavalry on the flanks, collapsed.

When Alexander heard the cheers, he turned his head with a slight confusion, and he saw the right flank in the smoke and dust, which was slightly chaotic but still holding the formation, and it was from there that the cheers came.

What happened?

Alexander guessed only a moment in thought that only victory would make the soldiers cheer on the battlefield.

When Alexander thought so, the thought also passed through the mind of the new captain of the heavy cavalry, but the cheer sounded strange, it was not his own man.

The captain's heart sank instantly, and he looked towards the enemy's right flank, which seemed to be filled with gunsmoke as well, but he didn't see the cavalry figure that he should have seen had broken through the enemy's flank.

The captain's heart couldn't help but sink again, he had a bad feeling, but he didn't want to believe that his cavalry would fail.

However, his suspicions were soon confirmed by the change in the Agri's formation.

The Agri on the right flank shrank, and except for the spearmen, who became thicker and thicker as they retreated, the musketeers had already crowded to the front, and the muskets, which had become denser than before, were even burning the spearmen because of the splashing of slag.

More gunfire rang out, and another cavalry fell, and the captain's heart was now too heavy to support it, and he saw the smoke and dust scattered in the distance on the enemy's right flank, and experience told him that it was a defeated cavalry, and then he couldn't help but look to the other side of the gentle slope.

There were still intermittent sounds of fighting, but there was no sign of his cavalry.

One more attack, maybe just one time will be successful.

The captain urged the horses, and then he saw the eyes of the soldiers around him who couldn't stop breathing.

Tired, dazed, and a little bit of fear and despair.

The captain looked ahead, and it was only then that he realized that some of the most daring of the enemy musketeers had even come out of the gap in the phalanx.

Some of them stood in front of their spears, others took cover with dead horses and the corpses of cavalry, and several of them looked terrible-looking heavy muskets under the spears in front of the phalanx, and with the sound of gunfire, the heavy cavalry at the front showed signs of being forced to retreat.

Can you still attack, maybe just once.

The thought crossed the captain's mind, and he raised his spear with the flag on it.

So the heavy cavalry who could see this flag took a deep breath.

The honor of the cavalry does not allow them to retreat, follow the captain's banner and rush to the enemy, return with honor or die honorably, this is the fate of the cavalry!

"Array~"

The captain shouted, and he led his horse forward, ready to pass the men in front of him.

At this moment, he finally saw a figure on the other side of the gentle slope.

But his expression soon changed.

The heavy cavalry were fast and looked very disheveled, and then he saw the Bohemians appearing behind the heavy cavalry.

The constant harassment and pinning of the Bohemian light cavalry, as well as the attack of the hunters' muskets, made it impossible for the brave but unable to escape the enemy's heavy cavalry to continue to wear down, and their only option was to rejoin the front team.

For a moment, the captain still insisted, believing that as long as he regrouped the team, he still had a chance, but looking at the phalanx that had become thicker due to the disappearance of the threat on both wings, he finally closed his eyes in pain.

A long horn sounded, but it was not the charge horn familiar to the cavalry, but a retreat.

The smoke and dust returned, but the heavy cavalry began to turn around.

The Agri saw their unwilling and angry eyes, and then went away with the smoke and dust.