There was a sound of soots, and the Habsburg cavalry stepped out of the line one after another, and walked slowly forward along the avenue in the dark.

The horse's hooves were covered with a layer of linen, which reduced the sound of the horses' hooves trampling on the ground, and the cavalry did not charge, but slowed down and moved forward a little, so as to minimize the movement.

More than 2,000 cavalrymen walked on the road, and the sound was so small that it was difficult to hear clearly from a hundred meters away, which had extremely high requirements for the cavalry's riding skills, after all, the mount could not understand human speech, and if it wanted to quiet it, it could only rely on the cavalry's own control.

At the time of receiving the order, these cavalrymen were all hot-blooded warriors, and at this moment of formal action, they became silent killers one by one, and became assassins in the night.

Such military qualities would be praised in any army, and although the number of Habsburg cavalry was small, it was quite elite.

In this way, the cavalry stepped out of the southern line of defense in silence and approached the camp of the Prussian regiment.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew near the mountain.

The Saxon and Prussian legions were not fully united, and their camps were separated by almost ten kilometers from each other, one in the west and the other in the east, echoing each other in a horn-like manner.

Of course, the main reason for this layout is that the two sides do not trust each other, and it is very necessary for both sides to maintain a certain distance, otherwise, they may have broken out before the joint siege began.

Of course, the combined Saxon and Prussian forces also placed spies on the road leading to Vienna, but their familiarity with the nearby terrain was far from comparable to that of General Ick.

In the vast mountains there are many kinds of sheep intestine paths, and there are some flat valleys where there are no roads but can be passed by the troops.

In this operation, General Ike ordered the Habsburg cavalry to set out from one of the trails, avoid the enemy's spies, and suddenly kill from a direction that the enemy did not expect.

In the Saxon camp, the fierce night wind blew the military flags above their tents, and the flags fluttered in the air, and the dust on the ground was swept into the air, whirling and crashing against the thick curtain of the camp, making a rustling sound.

As soon as the cavalry went down the hill, it was already on the left side of the Prussian regiment, less than eight hundred meters from the border line of the camp.

At this distance, the cavalry could be spotted by the opponent's night sentry at any time, and several captains ordered the soldiers to stop covering their whereabouts, and the whole army began to slowly increase its speed, and rushed towards the Prussian camp with the bright bonfire as a guide.

The charge unfolded, and the cavalry on the war horse lowered their bodies one by one, slowly drawing out their weapons, and their eyes flowed with cold killing intent, as if they were reaping the death of life.

The wind rushed towards the Saxon barracks with the Habsburg regiment's charge, and the howling wind drowned out the sound of the horse's charge.

The Prussian regiments had been on the road all day, and there was hardly any room for rest on the way, and by this time the whole barracks seemed to be asleep, and there was no reaction to the charge of the Habsburg cavalry.

Rushing to a position of about 300 meters, the sound of horses' hooves trampling on the ground was like rumbling thunder, but the Prussian regiment still did not find their whereabouts, and even the soldiers who were standing guard fell into a deep sleep relying on the wooden support of the watchtower.

The timing of the Habsburg offensive was perfect, and it was just right to deliver a fatal blow at the weakest moment of the Prussian corps.

The Prussian soldiers did not seem to have expected an attack at all, and it was only when the cavalry was less than a hundred meters away from them that one of the night sentries standing guard suddenly woke up.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves was already like a flash flood, full of compelling power.

"Enemy attack!" A terrible roar sounded in the whistling wind, abrupt and sharp, and as soon as the sound came out, it was distorted by the wind and blown away in the night sky.

"What?!" "What?!"

A moment later, a cacophony of words rang out in the legion, and the Prussian soldiers, awakened by the shouts, fumbled around in a panic, some trying to quickly put their armor on their bodies, while others hurriedly searched for their weapons.

For a moment, the camp was in chaos, and the wind raised gusts of sand and dust, which obscured the view like a smoke screen, and the Prussian soldiers rushed out of the camp, unable to find the right direction at all, but could only wander around aimlessly.

The entire Prussian camp was completely in chaos.

By this time, the vanguard of the Habsburg Legion had already rushed in, and the steel blade reflected the light of the fire, like an indestructible blade of flame.

A crescent-shaped afterimage slashed through the blade, and the head of a Prussian sentry flew into the air, spurting bright red blood like a blood-red fountain.

"Kill!" The two thousand Habsburg cavalry roared in unison, and their momentum instantly climbed to the peak, and they scattered their formation as they charged, and at this moment, with the cover of wind and sand, the Prussian soldiers could not distinguish the number of people who came to attack.

Two thousand soldiers, looking like tens of thousands, or even tens of thousands, of troops, the Prussian soldiers lost their will to fight from the moment they started, and began to flee in all directions.

The direction in which the Habsburg cavalry entered was exactly where the archers of the Prussian regiment were stationed, and the light cavalry in their prime faced these newly awakened archers, like jackals in a flock of sheep, and launched a frenzied slaughter.

The horses rushed forward to catch up with the fleeing archers, and then the momentum of the forward rush, the weapons in their hands were swung out like lightning, accompanied by a cracking sound, blood was thrown into the air, and the Prussian soldiers who were attacked seemed to have been drained of all their strength, and slowly softened to the ground.

Two thousand cavalrymen, every second, are causing a lot of killing.

Time rewinds slightly, and the commander of the Prussian Legion, Kyilos, lives in a luxurious tent in the center of the camp, and his bed is covered in velvet, which is not much worse than at home.

Perhaps because of the two days of travel, Kyiros, who has always slept peacefully, has a gloomy nightmare today.

In the dream, he was not a commander, but had become the patriarch of the entire House of Hohenzollern, and he sat high on the throne of the family.

The seat also looked much higher than normal, and at the same time more luxurious, not like a duke's seat, but more like the seat of the ---- Emperor.