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On the battlefield, someone dies every minute.

The blonde hair on Eugen's head had been dyed red with blood, and the blood flowed down the strands, pooling at the ends of the hair and dripping to the ground.

He held the steel sword in his right hand, his left hand propped up on the ground, and the tip of the sword stabbed upwards with all his might.

Poof, a robber who was raising his scimitar to cut off was impaled in the lower abdomen, and blood mixed with the acid in the stomach pouch gushed out and flowed down the blade of the sword to Eugen's hand.

The robber suddenly seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and his legs fell to his knees, and the raised scimitar could no longer be slashed down, and fell to the ground with a clang, smashing into a shallow pit.

There was a heavy smell of smoke in the air, mixed with the foul smell of burnt corpses, Eugen took a hard breath, but his expression did not show any discomfort, he had long been accustomed to this smell during this time.

The small grove that was part of the line was now covered in flames and smoke, and as soon as the worst battle began, the robbers discovered the woods and tried to attack the interior of the escort line through the trees.

But they didn't succeed, and Eugen didn't wait for them to come in, and angrily lit a fire in the bushes. It was autumn now, and there was no shortage of dead branches and leaves in the bushes, and Eugen had ordered some gunpowder to be poured on the edge of the bushes to help ignite, so the fire rose in an instant.

Today's weather is a little gloomy, the wind is constantly whistling from the high altitude to the earth, the sky is overcast, the sun is not visible at all, only a few rays of sunlight pass through the gap between the dark clouds, forming a pillar of light to the earth in the distance.

The burning bushes are like a huge torch standing on the ground, the light of the fire is particularly obvious on the ground, and the surrounding terrain is flat, even if it is ten kilometers away, you can clearly see this fire.

The flames churned, blowing a stream of heat into Eugen's face, and Eugen lifted his spirits and took two steps forward half-bent.

There was a half-broken cart carrying vegetables, and Eugen was leaning back against the wheels of the cart, supporting himself and glaring ahead.

The two robbers were looking at Eugen with fierce eyes, they were covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell if they were injured, but by looking at the pace, they could tell that they were in much better condition than Eugen.

An Imperial infantryman arrived behind him, and there were many more tears on the bright silver armor, and through the gap, he could even faintly see a finger-thick blood mark on the body wrapped in the armor, and blood kept pouring out of the gap.

But he still had the sword in his hand, so he stepped forward and met one of the robbers, swords fighting together.

The other robber ignored his companion and smiled at Eugen and met him with a knife.

Eugen took two deep breaths and held his breath as he stared at the scimitar in the bandit's hand.

"Wow!" The robber shouted, strode forward, and the scimitar in his hand arced from the top right, and attacked first.

Eugen shrank away from the sword, and stabbed forward with the sword in his hand. Unexpectedly, the bandit's pace was unusually agile, and he retreated two steps back in time, avoiding Eugen's thorn.

Eugen didn't pursue, he grabbed the hilt of his sword with both hands, lifted it up and put it above his head, and the swords collided with each other with a crisp sound.

It turned out that when the robber retreated, he did not forget to slash down the scimitar and attack Eugen.

The knife was blocked by Eugen, and the robber's eyes were a little solemn, and he did not rush to attack, but carefully circled around Eugen, trying to find an opportunity to attack.

Unfortunately, he had no chance, and a light cavalry of the escort team rode past him at a gallop, and slashed with a sword in his hand, and the robbers who attacked Eugen died under the sword.

Eugen didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, so he hurriedly dodged to the other side, followed by a bandit cavalryman, slashed across Eugen's head, cut off two strands of hair, and continued to chase the escort cavalry forward.

This was the case everywhere on the battlefield, and the line of defense formed by the carts was not strong, and as the robbers rushed to death, the line was breached not long after, and the bandits poured into the line, and the scene turned into a complete melee.

As soon as the defense line was broken, Blackbeard rushed into it first, and Corleone rode his horse and led the cavalry behind him to meet him, and the two sides stood directly together.

Blackbeard seemed to recognize the enemy who had killed his friend, and the others didn't care about anyone else, just desperately attacking Corleone.

In order to avoid Eugen being threatened by Blackbeard, Corleone simply rode out of the crowd and went around the perimeter of the battlefield, followed by Blackbeard, along with five or six Imperial cavalry and more than a dozen robber cavalry.

At the beginning of the battle, many robbers abandoned their horses and rushed the line with their hands and feet and climbed on the carts.

The Imperial infantry, wrapped in a lump of iron, stepped forward valiantly and fought with the bandits.

In the end, the defense line was broken, and Eugen also took his sword to participate in the battle, and even the steward of West also took a long sword to participate in the battle, to Eugen's surprise, the steward of West actually had good swordsmanship, and there was no panic when fighting.

However, he was relieved to think that West had followed Prince Eugen on his expedition in his early years.

After resting for a moment, Eugen raised his sword again and stepped forward to help the Imperial infantry who had helped him stop a robber, and with the cooperation of the two, Eugen soon seized the opportunity and cut off the robber's arm with a sword, and the Imperial infantry followed with a sword and fell down, killing him completely.

After the enemy was dealt with, there was a temporary calm around them, and the Imperial infantry remained silent and continued to move forward to help the other comrades.

Eugen felt his legs go limp, so he retreated to the side of the car and sat down on the wheels.

He raised his eyes and looked around, only to see that there were people fighting everywhere, and their side still had a relatively superior advantage, well-equipped infantry could easily defeat the robbers one-on-one, and one-on-two could maintain the balance of power.

Although the number of bandits is larger, the difference in numbers between the two sides is not that large, so the battle is still more in their favor.

In the battle, the battlefield was gradually expanded, on the low hills, behind the bushes, and near those carts there were people fighting, roughly counting, the infantry on the imperial side was still about fifty, but the number of robbers was no more than a hundred, and the momentum was obviously very low.

Eugen had a smile on his face, the victory was still in their favor after all, but to his surprise, he didn't see the figure of the steward of Vester in his sight, and he didn't know what the situation of the steward of Vester was now.

He had some vague foreboding, but the current situation did not allow him to think too much, and once again he puffed up his breath, Eugen leaned over the body as if on the right-hand side, where five meters away two Imperial soldiers and three robbers were fighting, and he was going to help them.