But the musketeers did not have time to reload, for Musilon's infantry had already been killed from the mountains.

Most of these infantrymen, who were squires with swords, rushed into the rear row of musketeers of the Empire at the first time due to the light armor on their bodies, followed by a bloody storm.

Even though these musketeers only talk about hand-to-hand combat, they will not fall behind the Bretonnian infantry, but when a large number of infantry fills the battlefield, the musketeers and crossbowmen have only one final choice, and that is to give up the opportunity to export and quickly find a safe place.

In the middle of the battlefield, the Ruthless Walkema sitting in the chariot glanced coldly at the Musillon infantry and the Tyrannosaurus Rex rushing down from the mountains, and then looked at Lu En on the mountain: "Rabble. ”

Walkema raised the hammer in her hand and turned her gaze to the allied forces of the Bretonnian nobles in front of them, the bloody knights had already lost most of their lives under the fire of artillery and infantry spears.

If we use a metaphor, it is that the current knights of Bretonnia are missing the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"The Knights of the Sun are no straw." Walkema raised the warhammer in her hand: "For Sigmar, Knights of the Sun, charge!" Charge! Charge!!! ”

The three orders to charge came from the mouth of the ruthless Walkma, and then in the middle of the battlefield, a knight of the Burning Sun finally moved, and these knights in the armor of the Knights of the Burning Sun, armed with flaming spears, rushed towards the coalition of Bretonnian nobles.

The Imperial troops in front of the Knights of the Burning Sun dodged one after another, and soon left a gap in the battlefield for the Knights of the Burning Sun at great speed.

The collapse among the noble knights of Bretonnia still happened, and the moment the Knights of the Sun charged, the victory was decided!

Precious armor, sharp weapons, handsome horses, these are the good equipment that the knights of Bretonnia dream of, and they are now discarded everywhere.

...... more precious than assets It's life.

When the inevitable collapse befell the noble knights, everything they had cherished before was now just a burden.

After the collapse of the noble knights, the infantry of the Bretonnian Council of Nobles, who were still fighting on the battlefield, had no reason to continue fighting, and they began to flee one after another.

Heartless Walkma let out a burst of laughter, a long-cherished wish had finally been fulfilled, and Battonia would become the rear of the Empire.

He calmed his laughter, and soon looked at Lu En above the battlefield not far away: "Now, can you still turn the tide of the battle?" ”

……………… Gorgeous dividing line..................

On the top of the mountain, Lu En suddenly realized that this battle could not wait like this, and he hurriedly shouted to the Duke of Zilfroy beside him: "Duke Zilfroy, you lead the knights of the kingdom to clean up the imperial artillery. ”

"I'm going to lead the Black Dragon Knights on a charge!"

Without waiting for Duke Zilfroy to reply, Lu En rode his horse and charged towards the back row of the Imperial army below!

Then came the Black Dragon Knights!

Rows of horses kicked out a puff of smoke and dust on the ground, and then rushed towards the rear row of musketeers and crossbowmen of the empire with an unstoppable momentum!

The fast and sharp knight slammed down the hillside, and finally rushed directly into the already loose formation of Imperial musketeers under the leadership of Lu En.

There was only a splatter of blood, and the knights who rushed into the ranks of the Imperial Musketeers crushed everything they could see in front of them like fearless tanks.

This was also a matter of course, when Lu En's army quickly broke through the already limp musketeers in front of them, it was already a massacre.

These musketeers, as early as Talon led the Bretonnian infantry charge, had already collapsed.

When a massacre began, Lu En did not rush to let Bretonnia's infantry continue to advance, but stabilized the defense line until the Black Dragon Knights killed all the Imperial musketeers who had already panicked.

On the other side, Duke Zilfrloy is also leading his Kingdom Knights, Ranger Knights, and a small number of Bretonnian infantry to charge at the Imperial artillery on the mountain peak!

The knights were armed with huge spears, and their horses were galloping across the battlefield, and even though there was the sound of cannon fire on all sides, the knights of Bretonnia did not take a step back.

The moment the knights of Bretonnia rushed to the top of the mountain, the artillerymen, who had been very calm and shot the fire of death, began to flee in an instant.

But such an escape is doomed to failure, because it is impossible for a man to outrun a horse.

The Duke of Zilfroy slashed and slashed to death one of the fleeing artillerymen, and then raised his long sword: "Knights of Artois, kill all these uninvited guests, and leave not one behind!" ”

The knights responded loudly, and then launched a fierce charge towards the Imperial deserters not far away!

……………… Gorgeous dividing line..................

On the other side of the battlefield, at the Council of the Bretonnian Nobles, a large number of defeated nobles returned to the barracks, their faces very tired, and it was clear that the recent defeat had taken a tragic look on their faces.

If it weren't for Bretonnia's infantry to stabilize the line not far away, these noble lords would have fled with their armies.

Alborique's face was pale, and he gasped for air, even though a bloody gash had appeared in his chest, but he insisted on not retreating from the battlefield.

He was covered with a layer of gauze, but now everyone could see that this Alboric was wounded, and he was like an old lion, tired walking back to his place.

"We ...... It can't be an opponent of the Empire. Alboric said this in deep sorrow, and then he looked at the nobles in the tent and said calmly, "If we want to keep the fief, we must compromise with the Empire. ”

There was a murmuring voice around him, obviously disagreeing with Albertik's words.

However, Alboric just closed his eyes, and he said sadly: "The Imperial army we encounter at the moment is only the tip of the iceberg of the Empire's strength. ”

Just as Albonic wanted to continue talking, there was a rush of footsteps from outside the house, and then a herald walked in from outside the tent: "Report, Count Lune has led reinforcements to start attacking the Imperial army. ”

There was a burst of cheers in the tent, these nobles obviously wanted victory, and as soon as they heard the reinforcements, they were very excited for a while, after all, for them, if they were to hand over their fiefdoms, it would be their lives!

However, Abric in the room did not say a word, he just closed his eyes slowly: "What a wonderful young man, just like that...... Dead. ”