Time is ticking, Eugen only hesitated for a moment, then turned his horse's head and said: "Come, brothers, the road ahead has been sealed, now turn around with me, let's rush out!" ”

At this time, there was no time to question the mistake of Eugen's decision, and Liszt gave a loud order to all the soldiers to change their formation and prepare to charge.

The troops led by Liszt did not suffer most casualties before, and the total number remained at about ninety, plus more than twenty people brought by Eugen, a total of more than 110 light cavalry turned around in unison, facing the blade in their hands forward.

The training of these soldiers was excellent, and even in the face of such a huge blow, the morale of the troops did not drop much, and they acted cleanly.

The robbers in the rear surrounded one by one, and five hundred people gathered at the narrow mountain pass, which looked dense and terrifying.

Eugen watched the bandits' formation intently, and then drove his horse forward slowly, knowing that at this time, a general must step up and lead the charge, so that the whole team could be used to its fullest strength.

Of course, the generals who take the lead face the greatest danger, and Eugen is completely unwilling to do this, but he has to do it.

At this moment, Liszt suddenly swept the reins, rode past Eugen, and walked to the front of the line.

Then he turned around, with a relaxed smile on his face, and said to Eugen: "Hahaha, Count Eugen, last time you grabbed the position of striker, this time it should be my turn." ”

Liszt's tone was sincere, as if it was a great honor to be in such a dangerous position, and it was necessary to fight for it with all his might.

Eugen was so moved that he was about to cry, he looked at Liszt with teary eyes, and thought to himself, General, you are so good, you are simply born to stand in the forefront.

What he said was: "General Liszt! How can this be, this is too dangerous, let me do it. So saying, he made a gesture to go forward.

Liszt hurriedly stopped Eugen, and then persuaded: "No, Count Eugen, Miss is still on your horse, even if it is for the safety of Miss, you should stay behind, okay, that's it." ”

Saying that, Liszt did not wait for Eugen to answer, and began to give orders, so that the troops were ready to charge.

Eugen naturally had nothing to say, so he took a few steps back, staying at the back of the middle of the group, protected by the people around him.

The charge was imminent, and Eugen was naturally very happy in such a safe position, but he always felt a little weird.

When Liszt mentioned Miss Caterina, he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with this Caterina, and when she stayed on horseback, Caterina was still stable, only occasionally writhing a few times uneasily, and it did not affect Eugen much.

But now, after a moment of silence, Caterina suddenly became restless, and her mouth made a faint moan, like the sound she made after being injured.

He had checked before, and there were no serious injuries on Katarina's body, only a few small skin breaks, which should not be unbearable.

But now that he was about to charge, he didn't have time to investigate in detail, and after holding Caterina in his arms to protect him, he stared intently ahead.

A wisp of fragrance wafted into Eugen's nose, making his nose itch a little and he wanted to sneeze, the movements of the two were a little too intimate, but they were now on the battlefield of life and death, and no one would care about this.

Finally, Liszt, who was at the forefront, gave an order and began to gallop his horse.

A hundred light cavalry followed, their long swords raised high in their hands in a slashing posture, and the murderous aura on their bodies rose day by day.

The troops were like a cohesive whole, gradually changing formations as they ran, like a sharp arrow, rushing towards the bandits.

Attacking the majority with a few, the bandits on the opposite side had a look of fear on their faces, after all, they were a rabble, and their fighting spirit could not be compared with the regular army.

"Kill !!"

Finally, the two teams were like two diametrically opposed countercurrents, hatred and hatred pounding together, but instead of splashing waves, flesh and pieces of wail.

Liszt took the lead, showing unparalleled bravery, swinging his sword left and right, instantly cutting down several robbers in front of him and rushing into the crowd.

Several squadron leaders in the rear followed, and the swing of the long sword immediately caused huge damage in the bandit group, like an iron spoon chiseled a spoon-shaped hole in the bandit group.

A hundred light cavalry pressed on it together, constantly opening up this gap, and advancing with all their might.

It's just that after advancing more than ten meters, the whole team finally fell into a standstill, although the robbers can't fight individually, but the number of people is too much.

Some of them also held three-meter-long forks in their hands, which were a great threat to the hussars, and when they collided head-on, the forks could easily pierce the soldier's body, making two fist-sized holes in the hussar's body, and blood gushed out of the breaches like a spring.

The battle between the two sides was at its most intense from the beginning, with some people killing and others being killed, blood gushing onto the ground and mixing with ice, snow and dirt.

The corpse fell to the ground, trampled back and forth by the horses and the crowd, crushed into a puddle of flesh of indistinguishable shape.

The horses of their dead masters ran around the battlefield, causing great confusion, and finally fell in the midst of a sword that stretched out out of nowhere, letting out a neighing of compassion before death.

Eugen was entrapped among the soldiers, so that he had not yet come into contact with the robbers, and two squadron leaders were guarding him, and the two squadron leaders were immediately carrying the eldest and second sons of the count, respectively, and were protected together.

The surrounding soldiers were all afraid to protect Eugen and them, and their flesh and blood were formed into shields to block the attacks of the bandits.

Every minute, every second, someone fell, and the battlefield was unfolded in front of Eugen in a tragic posture that had never been seen before, until then, Eugen was always in control of the battle, even if it was bad, he could maintain the confidence of victory.

But now, Eugen felt exactly like that, in fact, he even had a feeling that he would die here.

And this, objectively speaking, is caused by his own recklessness.

Perhaps it was because of his own tricks that he profited many times, and Eugen naturally developed a kind of arrogance, as if by virtue of his identity as a traverser, he could go to heaven and earth, be omnipotent, and be able to ignore anyone and anything.

In fact, in the current situation, a spear sticking out of nowhere could put him to death.