The vast expanse of the forest is covered with thick shade, blocking the sun, and the feeling of darkness is slightly uncomfortable.

The Hungarian cavalry shuttled through the bushes, slowing down their march in order to protect their military supplies.

Suddenly, the horses stopped, and a Hungarian hussar dismounted.

It seemed to sense a strange aura, and the road ahead was unusually calm.

Groping for the giant tree beside him, there were still traces of slashing with knives and axes.

Fingertips slid over the bark, and the Magyars lowered their heads, dark red spots of blood.

"My lord!"

"You'd better come here!"

Kossuth's cavalry was the vanguard of the great army and entered the depths of the forest.

The strangeness of the place caused the soldiers to be uneasy, and there was something they hadn't noticed.

No birdsong, no floral scent, a faint rancid smell wafting through the tip of the nose.

Disgusting!

The Hungarian commander grabbed the soil under his feet with his fingers, and the rare earths left between his fingers were dark red.

Shocking!

"There was a battle here!"

The instinct of a veteran, Kossuth, who was on one knee, looked up at the dense forest.

The trees here were too tall, the shade of the trees shaded the sun, and the dim view was not conducive to the view of the cavalry.

The Hungarian army needed a broader vision.

"Victor!"

"Your Excellency?"

"You lead a hundred people and go to the front to search!"

"Yes, sir!"

A group of Hungarian hussars marched out in formation, their sabers pointing diagonally.

These unarmored light horsemen were the best explorers among the Magyars.

The cavalrymen stroked their sympathetic horses at the crotch to dispel their fears.

Animals are the most sensitive to the smell of blood, and the supernatural Thai zebra is afraid of the danger lurking in front of him and stagnates.

It wasn't until the master took out some syrup and licked it on the horse that he was satisfied that he was willing to move on.

The deep darkness made every vanguard fearful, and the beasts of the forest had long been frightened by such a massive march.

Now the only thing that can bleed the Magyars on the road ahead is the Imperial Army!

War is coming at any time!

……

A large group of cavalry passed through the forest, their thick felt hats blown by the wind and white feathers.

"Shh

Viktor, the Hungarian officer leading the team, noticed something unusual and waved his hand to the soldiers in the rear.

The hundred-man team was in unison, and the cavalry immediately stopped their horses and put on guard in all directions.

"One round!"

"Shoot!"

Cavalry archers bent their bows and arrows and fired a rain of arrows through the forest to strike at possible dangers in the bushes ahead.

If the enemy is ambushing a new recruit, they will immediately flee in panic and become the target of the Magyars.

But there was no sound, it was still so quiet, and it was so quiet that it made people panic!

The hussars sped up through the forest, revealing the clearing in the middle.

"Phew!"

Qi Qi gasped, and the Hungarian soldiers felt a chill in their hearts.

Neatly lined with spears on both sides of the woods, each with a head on the tip of the spear, a Magyars.

"Soul light!"

Victor couldn't put into words his anger, everyone who died here was his fellow citizens.

The heartache is indescribable!

Vigilantly staring around, the Hungarian officer drew a knife to his chest.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a dense array of arrows flew out of the forest in the blink of an eye.

Armor-piercing arrows shone brightly, piercing through the chain mail undetectable to the naked eye.

Whimpering, a dozen cavalrymen let out their last breath and fell off their horses and died.

The hussars had anticipated the surprise attack of the Imperial army and launched a counterattack in an orderly manner.

"Hungarian warriors are the best riders!"

This proverb is not a boast, but a true portrayal.

This is the name of the Hungarian cavalry after they came to settle at the foot of the Carpathian Mountains.

The three teams split up and ran towards the attackers, and Victor led thirty horsemen forward.

The expected obstacle did not appear, and the Imperial crossbowmen lined up behind the woods, before they could reload their arrows.

"Kill it!"

Shouting, the Hungarian officer was the first to charge, and the horses accelerated to sprint, vowing to cut off the heads of the Romans.

It's close!

The shining silver blade was raised high, about to slice the tender necks of the Imperial crossbowmen and send them back into the arms of God.

"Up!"

A long tripwire pulled up and stopped between the trees, half a man's length that the horses could not leap over.

The Hungarian officer did not have time to stop his mount, and after the horse tripped under his crotch, his body flew out.

Victor rolled on the ground until he came to a stop at the feet of an Imperial soldier.

The Hungarian officer tried to resist, but the Romans' sword was on his chest and he couldn't move.

The sharp dagger may have had to exert a little force to make the Magyars leave the mortal world.

Victor gave up resistance and turned to look at his men, hoping that their efforts would help him get out of his predicament.

The thoughts of the Hungarian officers, and the hussars who came with them, were the elite soldiers of the kingdom, the strongest warriors in the world.

Given time, the hussars would crush the Roman army and disintegrate.

But to his surprise, the dust on the ground flew and countless figures rushed out.

The flying scimitar cut off the horse's thigh, and the hussars threw several meters away.

Viktor no longer had to think about his own end, the Hungarians on the horse were the best warriors.

Naturally, the Magyars, who had lost their mounts, could no longer be reckless.

Defeat is assured!

After thirty breaths, all thirty horsemen fell off their horses and became corpses.

Leo, an Imperial officer, reappeared, smashing his hand over Victor's chin.

"Well, it's an officer!"

"Brothers!"

"We're rich!"

"It's an officer!"

The Imperial Army Judge hurriedly came over and boarded the battle, and the main force of the Hungarian army was not far from here and could not stay for long.

"Behead a hundred!"

Leo stepped on the head of a Hungarian officer and experienced the joy of victory.

This time he set up an ambush on the road to the west, and the Imperial army to which he belonged won a lot.

Mountains of headless corpses attract a large number of flies, and maggots crawl among the carrion.

"We can't continue to ambush here, we should leave."

Leo was happy with his results and didn't need to stay in the dangerous boreal forest anymore.

……

Kossuth's cavalry marched into the battlefield that had already been cleaned, and the smell of blood had not yet dissipated.

The scattered weapons were not picked up, because their owners had all been killed.

The Hungarian nobles scanned the audience with angry eyes, judging what had happened.

"Victor, that idiot!"

"Entering such a narrow place, it was easily ambushed by the Romans!"

"It's a humiliation to the dignity of the Hungarian hussars!"

"This big forest restricts our play, and Victor loses to his own light enemy and advances!"

The adjutant sent by the king lamented this, and another Hungarian elite was buried in the depths of the Great Forest.

Looking at the distant birds, Kossuth smiled cruelly.

"Will the Romans be able to escape?"