In the face of the new musket with an initial velocity of more than 700 meters per second, the armor that can be worn on a person can hardly play a role in blocking it, and it does not take a second for the bullet to go from being discharged to hitting the human body.

In a second, just a second, this brave and extraordinary, Saxon general, who was one of ten, fell like this.

In the face of gunpowder and steel, the body made of flesh and blood is really nothing, the gap between the strong and the weak is infinitely narrowed, no matter how great a person is, how strong a warrior is, can not stop an oncoming bullet.

Simon's spear had a profound meaning that even he did not know, and at best, it represented the end of the entire medieval system of warfare, the decline of the entire knightly class, and the rise of gunpowder and mechanical power.

To put it mildly, it represents the end of Viscount Tariq, who provoked Eugen from the beginning and hated each other, and the copper bullet was like a heavy hammer, destroying the Saxon army's hopes of victory with a single blow.

Bang bang bang!

Simon's gunfire officially kicked off the battle, or rather, the battle of the Longxiang Army.

The brave Saxon cavalry had not yet approached the enemy before they suffered unimaginable blows, and the volley of a hundred new muskets was far more powerful than these strong men of the North could have imagined.

Burning bullets burrowed into the body like red-hot stingers, and the Saxon soldier who was hit first hit was stunned by the body, and then a sharp tightness and burning pain came from the wound.

The bullet destroys the flesh and skin tissue on the surface of their body, and burrows all the way into the body, and the strong kinetic energy creates a huge cavity in the soft internal tissue, as if a large balloon was suddenly blown inside the human body.

Then the flesh was backfilled, and the balloon popped open, and when it was all over, all that was left was a tattered, mixed internal organization, and dozens of cracks, large and small.

The original neat lineup of the Saxon cavalry team was like being bitten by some invisible giant, and a huge gap was instantly opened in the first half, and the soldiers fell to the ground with a wail, and the war horses that lost their master's control ran wildly, causing new chaos to the dense cavalry formation.

Volley, salvo after salvo, from loading, loading, to aiming, firing in one go, every soldier of the Dragon Troop Army is doing their best to get all the bullets out in the shortest possible time.

The dense sound of guns, screams, and wails formed a grand symphony of war, and the Saxon cavalry fell one after another in the way of the charge, and before they could officially reach the battlefield, they were hit with unimaginable heavy blows.

For five minutes, the roar of the new muskets continued for a full five minutes, which was a doomsday experience for the Saxon cavalry, and the comrades around them continued to fall one after another, and no one knew if they would be the next to fall to the ground.

In five minutes, the Saxon cavalry lost nearly 370 men, including the brave general, the so-called Saxon Spear.

Before the start of the battle, Tariq had done battlefield drills, and according to his speculation, the total number of casualties on his side was only about 500 after the whole battle.

But I didn't expect that at the beginning of the battle, Eugen's side did not lose a single soldier, and they had already suffered such a tragic blow, and now it seems that not to mention reducing losses, even the attribution of victory, it seems to have become an unresolved matter.

If Tariq knew about the losses of the cavalry, he would definitely consider his previous decision again and slow down the attack, but unfortunately he was in the rear at the moment, and he knew very little about what was happening in front of him, coupled with the rudimentary communication conditions, even if he wanted to let the soldiers withdraw at this time, it was too late.

Following the cavalry, a mixed force of nearly a thousand infantry, archers, and musketeers followed, Tariq had already made up his mind to take the city of Lebor in one fell swoop, capture Eugen, and send Maria and Margaret to Izzat's residence in person.

He was determined to go down this path, even if it was to offend the royal family and the Medici family.

On the front line, each of the soldiers of the Longxiang Army did their best, and the frequency of shooting was also increased to the extreme, and finally all the bullets were emptied within five minutes, and only empty small boxes were left on the defense line, and the war horses were led to the side of the soldiers of the Longxiang Army, and everyone immediately turned over and galloped towards the second line of defense in the rear.

At the same time, a brigade of nearly 100 shield-wielding infantry immediately entered the defensive line to defend, and then they would resist the menacing Saxon cavalry and buy time for the retreating Longxiang army.

With the speed of the war horse, in another two minutes or so, the Longxiang army will be able to withdraw to the vicinity of the second line of defense and be ready for battle.

Therefore, the hundred-man infantry had to resist the Saxon army for two minutes before they could begin to retreat, which was almost a mortal task for them, but no one complained.

This is war, behind them in addition to their comrades-in-arms, there are also family heirs and relatives, there are always people who have to stand in the most dangerous position and carry all the pressure down.

But then again, since the war has begun, where is there no danger? If the battle is lost in the end, then for everyone, it is only the difference between early death and late death.

The infantry entered the line of defense, and the cavalry of Saxony finally rushed to the front of the line, and for them, the battle finally entered a normal trajectory.

A fierce Saxon cavalryman was the first to rush to the front, and the long-handled hammer in his hand was rounded, and he smashed down on the rudimentary line of wooden shelves in front of him, and with a tooth-aching cracking sound, the loose wooden shelves were immediately smashed aside.

The robe-clad war horse was blindfolded, unable to see anything in front of him, and ran straight towards the defensive line, the wooden frame was suddenly knocked aside, and the cavalry rushed into the defensive line.

The shield-wielding infantry behind the defensive line immediately stepped up, raised the long sword in his right hand and struck forward, and the Saxon soldiers on horseback looked around, and immediately found a weak breakthrough between the infantry.

The man he was targeting had no armor or shield, but a steel sword held aloft and scabbed scars on his exposed neck.

The Saxon cavalry sneered, raised their hammers and slew them, and their horses smashed through the other shield-wielding infantry around them in one fell swoop, and they were about to break through the defensive line.

Then with a swing of the hammer in his hand, he smashed it at the head of the black-haired soldier, and if the hammer was smashed, the man's head would surely burst like a watermelon.