The unidentified crowd was still rushing forward, and the two sides immediately caused great chaos, and a large area of cavalry was entangled indiscriminately and could not move.

The voices of the people are shouting, and the war horses are roaring, like a famous painting with the atmosphere of postmodern art.

Tyrande watched this scene with his own eyes, the expression on his face was dull, and he not only muttered, "God bless ......"

Rumble!

A delicate red bud bloomed in a grand bloom, the sky and the earth were reflected red, and the fire was accompanied by a rain of blood that filled the sky.

Like the heavenly fires that extinguished the cities of Sodom and Gomora in the Bible, the wooden fences, weeds and bushes, men with hideous expressions, and neighing horses were instantly engulfed in flames.

There is not only one barrel.

Boom Boom! Several explosions in quick succession. A sea of fire appeared in the land, scorching the creatures in it like purgatory.

In order to increase the efficiency of the gunpowder deflagration, Eugen specially instructed his retinue to fill the powder kegs with some oil. Although he had expected the extraordinary effect of these gunpowders, the scene in front of him surprised Eugen.

The loud noise drowned out all the other sounds, and everyone present fell into a brief period of deafness. Tyrande watched the sight from the hillside, and a cloudy tear came from the corner of the old man's eyes, known as the lion.

The casualties caused by these powder kegs were not large, and the full battle of the Francis side lost only more than forty heavy cavalry, and this was still the result of the wounded.

However, its impact on the battlefield was huge, and the loud noise and flames also frightened the heavy cavalry horses, which were well-trained in time, and at this moment they lost control and began to run wildly.

Nearly a hundred horses rode their knights to the other side of the plain, where a swamp was a hundred meters away. After a few minutes, they were stuck in the mire, and although they did not sink and drown, they could not get ashore in time to take part in the battle.

The heavy armor on them could not dismount and return to the battlefield, so they frantically whipped their horses, hoping to get the damned animals moving.

On the other side, the horses on the hillside were upward, charging towards the archers.

Where is the commanding height, the war horse climbs very hard. In addition, Eugen deliberately dispatched a part of the elite pikemen over, so he successfully blocked the attack of a large number of heavy cavalry for a while.

The pressure on the front of the defensive line suddenly decreased, and the wooden guardrail, which had been crumbling, stood up again, as if it were an impenetrable ravine.

The scales of victory began to tilt in favor of the Holy Roman Empire.

Marshal Tyrande's eyes were red, like an angry lion, and his eyes were fixed on Eugen as if he were going to eat him.

He thumped all over, and the horse under his crotch moved towards Eugen step by step.

Rambo immediately understood his intentions, and hurriedly led two pikemen to stop him, but he was not very cooperative, and he was cut down by Tyrande with a sword.

Rambo and a pikeman alone were no longer able to stop the angry Tyrande.

Eugen was also alert, and when he realized that the situation was not right, he immediately rode his horse and began to flee. He didn't have any chivalry, heroic death or anything like that. Seeing that victory is in sight, if you accidentally fold him here, it will be a big loss.

So just like that, one chased, the other fled, and the commanders of both sides began to run around on the battlefield, inexplicably with a strange sense of joy.

Tyrande looked like he had lost his mind now, but his mind was still clear. Don't look at this kid named Eugen who has taken a small advantage for the time being, as long as he waits for the five hundred light cavalry in the rear to arrive, the victory will still be his.

They had an absolute numerical advantage, and the gap had been opened, and the light cavalry could drive straight in, cutting back and forth in their formation.

Speaking of which, the gap in the guardrail was still blown open by Eugen's gunpowder. When Tyrande thought of this, he even had some contempt in his heart: young people are young people after all, and they only care about fighting for temporary profits, but they have lost the general trend.

Looking down on it, looking down on it, what he has to do now is to force this hairy boy strongly, lest he open his mouth and shout any tricks.

It's a pity that he still underestimated Eugen after all, and Eugen's tricks had been arranged long before the battlefield began.

There was the sound of horses' hooves and shouts of killing from behind, and Tyrande was overjoyed and hurriedly turned to look. Sure enough, it was the light cavalry that charged again, but to Tyrande's doubts, the light cavalry had somehow rushed down the hillside on the right.

The next moment, he was horrified to find that this part of the light cavalry was actually carrying the banner of a black double eagle.

Corleone took the lead, and behind him led nearly a hundred light cavalry rushing down the ridge, as if a divine soldier had descended from heaven.

On Eugen's orders, Corleone took all the light cavalry from his army and went around the rear to the southern foothills to hide. As soon as the time came, he immediately rushed out from the side.

Tyrande charged with the heavy cavalry, and handed over the command of the light cavalry to his lieutenant, the little guy of the Eric family in what he called it.

While Tyrande was a man of great courage, his lieutenant Eric was extremely cautious. Therefore, the light cavalry unit he led waited until now to officially start the charge, and the result was that it happened to collide head-on with the light cavalry led by Corleone.

Corleone led the light cavalry, and with the advantage from above, the momentum of its impact was comparable to that of a group charge of heavy cavalry.

As the saying goes, the best companion of the light cavalry is the heavy cavalry, but at the same time, the light cavalry is also the heavy cavalry, and at this moment, the light cavalry of the French Empire has become the timid side in the face of the charge.

And strictly speaking, these light cavalry were not Tyrande's troops, but private troops led by the noble knights he had recruited.

The nobles followed Tyrande, wanting to take the lion's name and win a few battles, gilding themselves. Now that the lions are in a bitter battle with no hope of victory, their goal is immediately to protect themselves.

In the face of the Holy Roman Empire's light cavalry coming head-on, several nobles actually wanted their troops to protect themselves and evacuate from the battlefield, regardless of whether Tyrande lived or died.

And only Marshal Tyrande in the army can suppress these nobles, and it is still a little difficult for the adjutant to order these nobles, so in the dispute of opinions, the light cavalry team of 500 people has not officially entered the battle, and it is actually begun to break up, and the fastest ones are those nobles.