Eugen's situation couldn't be worse than that of the enemy, at least on the outside.

His men didn't even have a uniform army uniform, they wore everything, some sharecroppers in brown linen jackets and melon skin hats; There is a local merchant who wears a cowhide protective jacket and dresses like a ranger; Only a small percentage of these people wore formal army armor, and they were private troops urgently drawn from the hands of local nobles, and their combat effectiveness was at least more comfortable to look at.

The only fortunate thing about it is that most of these people are pikemen, and when it comes to dealing with the frontal onslaught of the heavy cavalry, the pikemen have some advantage in using the length of their weapons to effectively hinder the charge of the heavy cavalry.

This is normal, after all, of all the troops, the cost of equipping a pikeman is arguably the smallest.

A farmer can make a worst spear with a machete himself, and if he puts it up with his spear, he can be called a pikeman.

This is exactly what Eugen was looking at, and some of the "spears" in their hands were not equipped with iron heads, making it doubtful that the stick could pierce the armor of the heavy cavalry.

The reason for this was also because the French Empire's offensive was so rapid that it took them only two days to reach this place from the banks of the Rhine.

And the various forces within the Holy Roman Empire were staggered, and those high-ranking grand dukes used various reasons to shirk and refused to send troops to the front line in order not to lose their strength.

At present, Eugen's troops are completely urgently drawn from several surrounding castles and small villages, barely enough to gather a few hundred people, which is all Eugen's dependence.

"Pikemen, line up in three rows along the fence in front of the camp, and keep them as close to each other as possible!" Eugen collected his mood and gave his first order.

At this time, it was too late to dwell on the question of the combat effectiveness of the army, and the priority was to break all these disadvantages and repel the attack of the French.

As the commander-in-chief, even if he pretends to be confident, he has to pretend to be full of confidence, otherwise the army's heart will be shaken, and there will be no need to fight this battle, it is better to directly stretch his neck over and let the other party cut it more painfully.

Eugen, or Wang Shaoyu, is such a character, most of the time it seems to be careless and completely unreliable, but once it reaches a critical moment, his body will burst out with huge energy, and he can devote himself wholeheartedly to something.

Rambo next to him was a little dazed by Eugen's sudden change, and the Italian from Sicily was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly conveyed Eugen's order aloud.

The pikemen, who had received the order, began to move, and under the command of several junior officers, they soon entered the pointing position.

"Musketeers, line up one step behind the pikemen!" "Archers, all move closer to the right and form a firing phalanx."

After a series of orders, the whole army was spread out and placed on the battlefield, like a trap with its sharp teeth open, waiting for its prey to come to the door.

The terrain on which the camp was located was uneven, with a plain to the left, and a thorny swamp not far below; On the right is the mountain range, the position from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside is relatively flat, and the slope rises sharply over the mountainside, and the ridge rises high upward, and the altitude is five or six hundred meters, like a thick city wall.

That's why Eugen placed his archers on a relatively high ground to the right of the camp, where they were less vulnerable and the power of their bows increased.

The camp fence is built on the terrain and is made of wood and ropes, and the flat areas are relatively strong, and the places with large terrain drops are the weak links of the whole guardrail.

Some of the elite pikemen from the local nobility were sent by Eugen to protect the archers, and the other part was placed in these weak links to prevent the front from being breached, and at the same time, they could also be used as a battle node to support the surrounding militia.

The entire front is only about one hundred and fifty meters, and there is still a part of the guardrail under the terrain on the left that has indeed been directly abandoned by Eugen, where there is no terrain advantage, and the charging power of the heavy cavalry will reach the maximum, rather than desperately holding on, it is better to give up directly saving strength.

Of course, giving up is not in vain, Eugen showed a slightly sinister smile on his face, and quietly ordered one of his retinues to make some preparations, to give those French heavy cavalry a big gift.

In the end, Eugen set his sights on the hussars who were still standing in the camp, nearly a hundred hussars were the biggest capital of Eugen's subordinates, and his only chance to turn the tables.

For Eugen at this moment, he can only put himself to death and come back to life, and give the enemy a head-on blow at a critical moment, so as to be able to reverse the situation and truly repel the enemy's attack.

"Corleone, for now I am going to hand over the most important part of this battle to you, I wonder if you can be as brave and fearless as the knightly code swears!" Eugen looked at Corleone standing beside him, and his tone was very serious.

Corleone's eyes were as hard as a long sword, and he looked directly at Eugen and nodded: "Your Excellency, please rest assured, since the day I followed my lord, I have put life and death aside, no matter what order you give me, even if it is to send me to death, I will not hesitate to carry it out!" ”

This Germanic man from the north, with the blood of his ancestors still flowing in his chest, these people take pleasure in battle, and regard the shedding of blood on the battlefield as a kind of glory, and those who die in battle will be respected by all the people in the family and can enter the temple where the ancestral spirits are located.

When he said this, Eugen knew he was trustworthy, just as trustworthy as his right hand could be trusted.

After detailing his plan, the black-haired young Germanic man walked up to the front of the light cavalry and led his troops out of the battlefield in silence. His departure seemed so calm that there was no panic, and for no reason it could give people confidence that he was going to go to the battlefield to attack the enemy head-on, and not to be a shameful deserter.

It was precisely because of Corleone's performance that the entire army did not panic because of the departure of the light cavalry troops, but had a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope for victory.

When all the hussars had left, Eugen puffed up his chest and rode his horse towards the line.