France is a romantic country, with three golden irises blooming in the sun on a flag on a pure blue background, and the flower language of irises is gorgeous, elegant and beautiful.

A flaming ball of blood spilled up, and nearly half of it flew down on the blue flag, covering the golden irises.

This moment has nothing to do with gorgeousness, elegance, and beauty. On the battlefield, silver swords and red blood are the main colors, and roars and cries form a symphony that only the mad can stand with.

"Ah!!h

The first knight to reach the front of the guardrail was pierced by an iron-tipped spear, his shield flapped to the side, and a second pikeman behind him also raised his spear and stabbed him in the body. Then the two of them worked together to lift the heavily armored cavalry into the air and fall backwards.

However, the cavalryman's impact was not completely useless, his cavalry spear was the first to nail to the guardrail, and the thigh-thick wooden stick was actually pierced, and the crack extended from the breach to the sides.

Then the second and third heavy cavalry followed, and the entire heavy cavalry team pressed up.

Field Marshal Rausch Tyrande also rushed at this moment, and unlike the other heavy cavalry, he held in his hand a more concealed and thicker kite-shaped shield. The bright silver surface is carved with magnificent patterns for decoration, forged by the finest blacksmiths in Paris, and no ordinary bow or arrow can penetrate such a shield.

With the help of the other soldiers of the kite-shaped shield, Marshal Tyrande rushed to the front of the guardrail intact. Then he suddenly let out a loud cry, stretched out his hand and pulled the reins, and the mount under his crotch led him high and leaped high over the guardrail, and rushed into the line.

The several soldiers in front of him were shocked by his momentum, and they actually forgot to resist for a while, and by the time they reacted, it was already too late.

Marshal Tyrande, who rushed into the line of pikemen, was like a wild lion breaking into a flock of sheep, and then the shield in his hand was blocked, and the knight's spear was freely retracted, and the two soldiers were picked up to the ground with a single pick left and right. Then his legs shook, and his crotch mount led him out of the crowd and towards the rear.

Several heavy cavalry followed their marshal, slamming into the guardrails one after another, and the wooden shelves were so loud that they were about to break through the line.

"Make it up, hold the line, and you all make it up for me." Seeing this, Rambo didn't have time to reprimand the militia who were avoiding the battle, so he shouted and sent himself and a few of the guards next to Eugen.

Several of the guards, all well-trained knights, were ordered to draw their swords and ride their horses to meet them, quickly filling the gap and engaging the enemy.

Previously, in order to kill Eugen, Tyrande chose to attack from a low place to a high place, which also made the heavy cavalry following him lack speed and failed to break through the wooden fence in the first place.

"My lord, we believe in you, and we believe that you will be able to lead us to victory over our enemies! Long live freedom! The situation was critical, and Rambo shouted a slogan at Eugen, and then drew his sword and chased after Tyrande.

With the assistance of the pikemen around him, as a genuine knight who has been given a sword by the lord, he can successfully delay his attack even if he loses to Tyrande.

His only concern now is that Eugen will be able to recover in time, take over the turnover, and direct them to finally defeat the strong enemy.

Eugen was really frightened by the charge of the heavy cavalry, and his inner soul was still the college student who ate and waited for death every day. In modern times, I have never even seen a chicken killed, and how can I ever face the grand scene of such a group charge.

Until now, everything that happened in front of him was like a very vivid dream, full of a sense of absurdity between the unreal and the real.

"Damn, God, do you want to play me like this......." Eugen wailed in his heart: "It's just to make movies, play games, and don't face the boss like this......."

Spit and spit aside, the moment he saw Tyrande rushing into the line, he had already come to his senses. Whether he wanted it or not, he was already standing in this place, and there was no choice left.

"Fuck, it's like a big game with a real-life simulation, no matter what, I can't just die in a newbie mission!"

Coming back to his senses, Eugen spat the ground and raised his sword again.

"Resist, let those mongrels on the other side see, the Imperial soldiers are amazing!" Eugen's voice rang out on the battlefield again, and his tone became a little more vulgar than before.

After the heavy cavalry regiment was fully deployed, a large part of the assault was carried out from the plains, where Eugen did not have any soldiers, and they immediately discovered the weak points here.

As the saying goes, when the persimmon picks up the soft pinch, as soon as the guardrail below is broken through the gap, most of the heavy cavalry turns to the gap, trying to rush into the formation of Eugen's army from the rear.

"Okay, they're hooked, roll the powder keg down for me."

Eugen had already guessed that most of the heavy cavalry would rush in from below, so he ordered his retinue to make some arrangements, and prepared several powder kegs of musketeers and placed them on the slopes of the hill where the enemy had to pass.

At this moment the order was given, and the powder kegs rolled down the hillside one after the other, with the ignited fuses attached to them. The fuses were made of hemp rope dipped in fire oil, which quickly burned to the end and ignited the gunpowder in the barrel.

Inside the line, Tyrande saw the barrel rolling down at a glance, and rushed over to warn his men to disperse and avoid it. It's a pity that Rambo desperately pestered him, so that he couldn't get out.

"Spread out, the heavy cavalry team spread back!" In desperation, Tyrande could only shout loudly from afar, trying to remind his subordinates. It's a pity that on the noisy battlefield, this sound is like a light smoke that has been dispersed by a strong wind, and it can't be transmitted at all.

The round powder keg swayed and rolled towards the plain below, and the oil rope was blown by the mountain wind and began to burn violently.

The wooden guardrail below, unguarded, soon made large gaps, through which heavy cavalry rode in, and then they saw several barrels rolling down the hillside.

Even a fool can guess what this thing is, and the few heavy cavalry who rushed in first rushed forward as if they were hiding from the plague god.

The men in the rear, who had not yet entered the gap in the guardrail, also saw the barrels, and it was too late to rush forward, so they instinctively tried to turn their horses' heads and retreat.