The low woods in front of them made the heavy cavalry a little afraid, especially the figure that could be seen faintly in the smoke behind the woods, which made them feel uneasy.

The trumpet sounded, and the cavalry at the front made a cross on their chests, then strangled their horses and began to jog forward.

At the same time, the two cavalry that had been spread out at each end also picked up speed and ran in a larger direction, keeping an eye on their surroundings as they ran, feeling equally annoying and dangerous for the heavy cavalry who had been harassing them along the way.

With the woods in front of them, the cavalry began to speed up, so that their mounts could jump over the obstacles, and then once the horses had landed, they could make a final charge against the enemy, as long as they could rush into the formation of the infantry on the opposite side, and with the massive bodies of heavy cavalry and crotch-mounted mounts, they could throw the enemy into a moment of confusion regardless of life or death.

The reason why the first charge failed before was because they didn't expect the enemy to deliver a terrible blow without waiting for their horses to land on the ground, but now as long as they can storm the enemy's position, even if it is a dead man, it will definitely work.

The cavalry roared, an instinctive cry of terror from the moment they were about to face life and death, and then their horses leaped into the sky above the low woods!

Completely unexpected, before the heavy cavalry could jump over the trees, a terrible roar was already sounding over the shrill horns.

The lines of white gunpowder smoke neighed and tore through the air and flew sideways, and the sharp whistling sound filled everyone's ears in an instant, the sound was not only terrible but also unbearable, but with this piercing roar, it was followed by the painful cries of a war horse and the bitter cry of the cavalry when they were hit.

Several horses were hit by oncoming muskets before they could jump into the low woods, and when the horses fell directly on the sharp branches of the woods because of the pain, and were pierced by the branches at the same time as they overwhelmed a bush, the soldiers on the horses had already turned off their horses, or were thrown to the other side of the bushes, or directly hit the bushes, and were stuck between the branches, wailing in pain.

The cavalry, who had no idea that the enemy would shoot in advance, was stopped directly in front of the low woods, while the cavalry behind was still running forward, and then directly crashed into their companions in front of them or trampled on the horses that were still struggling on the branches.

"Shoot!" Standing among the spearmen, Alexander could hear the screams of the men who had been hit, and even the frightened look in the eyes of the dying horses, and the enemy was killed on the branches of the low woods, which were just in front of them, and this time he did not intend to let the enemy cross the low woods, but before they could cross the bushes, they would be attacked head-on.

Suddenly, a war horse rushed through a gap in the overwhelmed bushes in front of them, then a second, then a third, and the enemy seemed to have found a gap through which they could break through, and more and more cavalry began to gradually deviate from their direction towards the gap, which had apparently lost its obstructive effect.

"Concentrate your shot!" Alexander's shouts were even overpowered by the sound of muskets, and he ventured to the front and waved his arms at the gap, while the short musket in his hand was aimed at the enemy who had already rushed through the gap.

The musket rang out, and the cavalry on the opposite side seemed to have been struck by something, and he shook off his horse and fell headlong from the horse, but his horse still let go of his pace and ran towards Alexander.

"Danger to adults!" Paolo Busacko grabbed Alexander by the waist and dragged him towards the spear from behind, and at the same time they saw that the horse had rushed before the eyes of the Agri, and as they were about to collide with several outstretched spears, the horse suddenly turned around and fell in front of the Agri.

But this brief moment had bought the enemy time, and more and more cavalry rushed towards the gap, and they even kept crowding forward, despite the fact that the bodies of their horses were cut bloodied by the sharp branches of the bushes, trying to break through this rarely found weak position.

Alexander's face darkened, he knew that he was about to face the most severe test, and whether the Agri could withstand the next shock was the real key.

The first cavalryman to rush to the phalanx raised his spear, and he condescendingly saw the fear on the face of an enemy who was close in front of him, which was normal, and in the face of the cavalry in armor like a huge thing, instinctive fear prevailed at this moment.

"What a big boar!" One of the musketeers suddenly shouted, his voice trembling as he did against his fellow horseman, but the musket in his hand shot a projectile at the "boar" on the horse a few paces away.

The cavalryman's spear had already stabbed the enemy on the opposite side, and he instinctively wanted to cheer, but before he could make a sound, an irregular hole suddenly opened in the side of his head storehouse, and then blood splattered down the hole, and as his body fell from his horse, the mount, which had lost its master, immediately ran blindly along the edge of the Agri phalanx in terror.

The horse galloped forward in panic along the gap between the two sides that were fighting, and the body of the cavalry was still hanging from one of its saddles, and as the horse ran, the corpse was thrown from side to side, and the armor on its body clanged on the ground, and some pieces of armor on his body simply flew everywhere as they were knocked into the stones, and his helmet had already fallen off his head, revealing a bloody face that had been completely shattered by a musket, and then his head was on the ground. Until it hit a protruding stone ridge and was pulled uncontrollably, a large area of the scalp was opened.

The horse desperately ran along the edge of the phalanx, and when it suddenly realized that there was no sharp spear on the right, and a group of cavalry was rushing towards it, it immediately instinctively bent directly along the phalanx to the edge behind it, ready to turn and continue running.

But this time it only had time to twist its body, and then several spears that suddenly stabbed it from the side stabbed it in the stomach one after another, and as the blood splattered like a spring of blood from the wound on the lower abdomen, the war horse galloped forward a few more steps, and finally its front hooves went limp.

At this time, the oncoming cavalry had already begun to attack the flank of the phalanx, and after the frontal attack began, the heavy cavalry that had crossed the flank of the low forest finally began to attack the phalanx.

Looking at the spear, which was obviously sparse compared to the front, the cavalry leader couldn't help but let out a cheer of joy, believing that with his terrifying onslaught, he might not have to pay much to tear through the enemy's square flank defense.

In the face of the rushing enemy, the spearmen's eyes widened nervously, and they themselves knew that although they were phalanxes, they did not have a 'frontal' formation in terms of troops, and only three rows of spearmen might not be able to stop the enemy's charge at all.

Then, a loud roar of oppression, which could be heard even from the front of the phalanx where the battle was raging, rang out from the side of the phalanx.

Although there were not many of them, the sound of the terrifying heavy muskets made everyone involuntarily pause.

Carlo also heard the sound of the heavy musket, which was so loud that it could be heard even from a distance, and those who had seen the power of the heavy musket would not forget the terrifying power of the thing, but also the impressive sound of it.

So even though Carlo was far away from the phalanx, he immediately judged that this was the sound of heavy musket firing, which made his heart suddenly tighten!

Carlo knew more about Alexander's Agri phalanx than anyone else, because Alexander intended to train Carlo to be his right and left hand.

Alexander remembers very well that on the battlefield, it was often the crossfire between different phalanxes that supported each other that could exert great power, and he hoped that one day Carlo would be able to lead an army that could form a phalanx.

Because of this, Carlo knew that Alexander had some impressive explanations for how to use heavy muskets when he told him about his vision for the phalanx.

Although the phalanx was facing the enemy on all sides, it was clear that there was still a so-called "front" to face the enemy directly, and Alexander did not think that this front would require a small number of heavy muskets.

"The frontal formation relies on strong defense and neat shooting, so when judging the direction of the enemy's attack to form a phalanx, it is necessary to arrange as many main forces as possible on this front, so because the main force is withdrawn, it is the side formation that needs the support of heavy firearms because the formation is weak."

Carlo remembered Alexander's words, and the current battle on the gentle slope was obviously the formation formed after Alexander said "judging the direction of the enemy's attack", so when he heard the roar of the heavy musket, Carlo immediately judged that the enemy should have attacked the flank of the phalanx at this time!

Carlo's heart tightened again, because the number of hunters was too small, and when he saw that the enemy began to detour to both ends, Carlo had to choose the enemy who could only block one side, and now that the heavy musket was ringing, it was clear that the enemy on the other side was attacking the phalanx.

Forcefully clamping the horse's belly, Carlo desperately urged the horse to gallop forward, his speed was so fast that he even chased after the heavy cavalry that fell behind, and when the cavalryman looked at the enemy passing by him with a stunned face and did not know what to do, Carlo suddenly turned around and smashed the saber in his hand into the waist of the cavalryman, and when the cavalryman tried to stop it in panic, he had already raised the musket in his other hand and fired at the cavalry at an almost close distance.

It's just that despite the distance, Carlo regretted to find that the person was not directly hit in addition to being frightened by this shot. However, because he was afraid of involuntarily pulling the war horse, a Bohemian who followed behind him suddenly threw a noose maso at him, this kind of thing passed down from the ancient nomadic tribes, but now it is the secret weapon of the Bohemians on the battlefield, often many enemies who fought with them were inexplicably dragged off their horses and taken prisoner by their sudden lassos after dodging their sharp sabers.

The cavalryman was not spared from being dragged off his horse, but no one cared for him, and the chasseurs, led by Caro, attacked another heavy cavalry that was trying to make a detour, and an equally fierce battle broke out behind the gentle slope not far from the phalanx.

The shouts and gunfire reached Alexander, he turned to look in the direction that could not be seen behind the gentle slope, he knew that Carlo must be trying his best to stop the enemy on the other side, but even then the phalanx was already facing a great crisis, the enemy's heavy cavalry finally broke through the low woods that had been blocking them in front, but the distance was too short for them to exert the terrible impact of the cavalry for a while, but even so, the enemy who was running along the edge of the phalanx had begun to cause casualties to the phalanx.

One of the spearmen fell to the ground screaming, his thigh pierced by a half-volley of his rifle, and the force was so great that the spear pierced the spear and stabbed into the ground, causing the spearman to tear a long wound in his leg after he fell.

As the soldier screamed in pain, Paul Busako had already walked over, he took the soldier in his arms, lowered his head and whispered something in his ear, and then the small dagger he had hidden in his other hand suddenly struck hard at the wounded soldier's neck, and the soldier's even trembled violently at once, and then soon fell silent.

Alexander clenched his fists, he knew that Busako was right, such a serious injury was equivalent to a death sentence in this era, and the screams of the wounded because of pain would greatly affect their morale, and on the battlefield where there was little medical treatment, this was only to help that person get rid of the pain as soon as possible.

But even so, looking at this scene, Alexander's heart sank, his phalanx was suffering from a constant impact, and this casualty was only the beginning.

"My lord, if you can't hold on, I'll force you to escape," Paul Busako whispered as he quickly reloaded his musket, "Pagasus is fast, and if necessary, he will run faster with a knife in the ass." ”

Alexander shook his head slightly, he looked at the soldiers who were fighting around him, at the spearmen with their spears and stabbing at the heavy cavalry on their high horses, at the musketeers whose faces had been blistered by the splattered gunpowder, and at the shouts and gunfire from the huntsmen who were fighting with the enemy in the distance.

"Paul, we are either glorious or ruined today, and there is no third way." As he spoke, Alexander drew his saber from the ground, and after taking the loaded musket from Busako's hand, he shouted as he walked forward, "Hold your formation, the musketeers listen to my orders, line up, shoot!" ”

With this shout, the last dozen or so musketeers who had only been in charge of loading ammunition in the formation also squeezed into the gap between the spearmen with their guns, and for a while the guns rang out, and the heavy cavalry offensive could not help but be frustrated.

Carlo took the horse around again, gasping for breath, and with each breath he pulled at the small mouth wound on his cheek, the wound was inflicted on the edge of a horseman's armor, and the moment he was cut down, the cavalryman left an eternal memory on Caro's face.

But how many times has this been?

Carlo gasped and stared ahead, he felt that the hand holding the knife had become numb, and now most of his body seemed to be his own because of the constant waving.

There was a louder gunfire than before, but the sound of the gunfire did not make Carlo happy, he knew that the sound of the gunfire was a sign that the last of the reservists had gone up.

"Damn the heavy cavalry," Carlo cursed, tearing the wound on his face and starting to bleed again, seeing the heavy cavalry on the other side, which also seemed to have become much slower, Carlo turned back to the hunters next to him who were loading gunpowder and shouted, "Don't forget that you are the best hunters," which attracted a burst of dissatisfied boos, which made Carlo helplessly add "There are also the best Bohemian cavalry, so keep an eye on them, keep an eye on them, now the huntsmen, follow me!" ”

After the shouting, Carlo began to lead his horses, and as they rushed down the gentle slope like a crescent moon towards the edge of the heavy cavalry, the hunters began to attack again.

At the same time, Alexander had already grabbed the sticky musket sticking to the blood from the hand of a fallen musketeer beside him, and raised it to aim at the enemy in front of him, who had lost his horse and had just risen.

The enemy in front of him was not masked, and the horror on his face could be seen, and he raised his hand as if to say something, as if he was going to use his hand to block the bullet.

Alexander pulled the bolt, and the man fell.

Then he noticed that the heavy cavalry had unexpectedly wavered.