After the prince crossed the river, he had just run three-quarters of a guri when he was in distress. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When the Red Hand Brigade broke through to the monastery of St. Mikhail, it was tantamount to abandoning the rear, and in this riverside forest, it was completely a dogtooth zone for the enemy and the enemy. In front of a hazel tree, the prince's horse suddenly grew and raised its forefeet, and its teeth showed a roar: several cannonballs crossed Markianias's eyes, and struck the woods on that side, and the earth flew wildly, and Markianias felt the ground shake, and almost fell off the saddle.

He reacted and realized that he was caught between two forests and villages, and at that moment out of the forest on the right came a stream of soldiers, carrying the battle flags of the Red Hand Brigade, and on the left side of the forest crossed the improvised embankment, and behind it was a circular village, which was common here, mostly settled by Slavic tribes, with trenches and wooden fences for self-defense, and behind that embankment, many reflective iron helmets were revealed, and red and white tooth flags were raised.

"It's Magyars (Hungarians)!" The cavalrymen of the Gimagis Brigade, who arrived later, said to the prince.

"Do they dare to resist?" The prince exclaimed, and then straightened the lens armor on his chest, and tightened his grip on the horsetail flag, which itself was a sharp spear.

Out of the forest on the right was the third detachment of the Red Hand Brigade, whose banner was easily recognizable, as if it had received an order from General Merlot to attack the village behind the levee, in order to protect the flank of the entire brigade.

"Bang bang bang", the three detachments of the leading shooters each in a group of more than ten people, the array stepped on the grass under the high embankment, skillfully overlapping shots, white gunpowder smoke soon rolled up, filling half of the grass and forest.

"It's Kuquay." Makjanias shouted haughtily, and he saw a column of shooting troops three hundred feet away that were shooting in a row, and a reserve echelon was lined up, all of which were soldiers with long guns, to guard against the enemy's counterattack. Everyone in this echelon had bulging cheeks, because they contained two spare lead pellets in their mouths, four tubes of quantitatively loaded Khitan propellant paper tubes were tied to their shoulder straps, swords and canes were tied to their belts, and the umbrella-like horsehair on the soldiers' hats and helmets had been obliterated by the smoke drifting from the front, and they still maintained a formation posture.

But Makjanias could easily see that the centurion of this echelon stood on the far left flank, and it was none other than the trainee Kukwe.

For a moment, the embankment was splashed with mud and smoke, and the Hungarian soldiers on it were suppressed and hidden, so the reeds behind the first firing arms snapped back and stood in place to reload. Seeing this, Kukui waved the halberd in his hand and commanded the follow-up echelons to continue to move forward alternately, preparing to approach the embankment and occupy it. In the midst of the white smoke, the spearmen of the three detachments of the Red Hand shook their long black shadows (large infantry spears) gushed out, skillfully forming two columns, detouring from both sides of the high embankment.

"This levee will soon be taken," thought Marcjanias, who was watching the battle in the corner with the reins in his hand.

The sharp horn suddenly sounded, and many Hungarian soldiers jumped out from behind the high embankment, holding bows and arrows, long and short firearms, and after a few interruptions, they also shot out a burst of fire and smoke, and many soldiers fell from Kukwe's echelon at once, "Kukwe! Makjanias shouted worriedly, but soon he saw that Kuquay bravely did not move, but quickly slashed the halberd in his hand, and the echelon of the firing corps under his command ignored the casualties, and only fifty feet away from the embankment, also stretched out its long gun, and fired a "bang, bang" volley, and the light of the fire was staggered. The two sides exchanged rounds of fire over such a short distance, and then, without waiting for the follow-up teams, they picked up the short knives stuck in the long wooden supports, or drew their swords, and began to scuffle along the slope of the high embankment.

"Rise up, Kukwe. Rush forward bravely. Makjanias gritted his teeth and looked at the situation.

Then he saw a rain of bullets sweeping diagonally, and the three teams of spearmen who were running were suddenly knocked over, and many of them fell screaming with their chests and legs in their arms, and Makjanias was so shocked that he turned his head to look: in a bush seventy or eighty feet in front of him, several Hungarian soldiers, under the command of a well-armored general, were firing from the side of three Venetian imitation shrimp whisker shotguns, the muzzles of which were still smoking—they had done the bombardment.

"Ambush the artillery in advance, and then disrupt the offensive formation of our army on the flanks?"

In the time that Markjanias was stunned, the three cannons rang out twice, and where the shotgun flew into contact, Markjanias saw with his own eyes that the spear shafts of a row of spearmen were bent and broken, and the fine ring armor made a fierce and short popping sound, which was full of scars, and many people shook their bodies, even though they were protected by armor, but some people staggered and fell.

"Your Excellency." As soon as several cavalrymen of the brigade were about to tell the prince to make a detour, they heard a childish shout, "For Princess Helena!" ”

Prince Makjanias somehow shouted out the name of his sweetheart, and in the absence of Kuquay and Zangi anyway, he clamped his legs to the belly of his horse, and his horsetail fluttering spear under his arm, and his iron hooves kicked against the grass and dirt with a dull and rhythmic thud, and rushed towards the small artillery position of the Hungarians.

"Your Royal Highness!" Seeing this, the five cavalrymen of the brigade who followed could only lead two and three behind, and followed more than 20 feet behind them lifelessly, so as not to let him make a mistake.

In front of the whirring wind on both sides of his ears, and the violently shaking of the horse's head and mane, he saw the Hungarian gunners turn in horror, and when they saw themselves, they were shouting to drop the light guns, wave the ignition rods, or draw their machetes, and the general, who looked like a horizontal sword, stood at the front of everyone, and encouraged the men to intercept him, to stab him or pull him off his horse, and then to capture him or kill him!

Closing her eyes, Helena's brown hair was braided, and a charming smile swept by.

When he opened his eyes, Machaanias saw that the enemy was suddenly in front of him, "Helena, Helena, Helena, Helen!" The blade of the spear was level with his sight, and the blade of the spear was level with his sight, and he stabbed at the enemy's chest......" The prince shuddered and trembled, muttering the training instructions in his mouth, but his hand almost numbly tightened his grip on the horsetail flag.

"Helena!" The second he rushed to the enemy's body, he continued to shout the name: the appearance of the Hungarian aristocratic general, imprinted in his eyes and heart by the moment of life and death, tall man, with thin cheeks, a blue-white beard on his chin, and about fifty years of age.

Fluttering, his arm was about to be dislocated, the spearhead of the horsetail flag pierced the chest of the Hungarian nobleman impartially, and the other man's knife seemed to have just slashed at the armor of the prince's warhorse, and was stabbed upside down by the spearhead, and then disappeared like lightning in the eyes of Makjanias—the corpse lay under the horse's hooves, rolled a few times, and was trampled over.