The incessant roar of artillery undoubtedly eased the offensive of the undead army to a great extent, and also sharply reduced the pressure of the line infantry who did not dare to stop back and forth.

But as soon as the roar of the artillery stopped, as if sensing something, the skeleton army immediately launched an even wilder attack.

"Whew-"

Exhaled a long breath of turbidity, looking at the turbulent waves that rose and rose like the tide of the sea, Chopin didn't have a good way at this time, such a short-handed battle, whether he wanted it or not, or it was inevitable to begin.

Then, at the first moment, the front line of the Mamluk cavalry and the Polish cavalry of the Guards was like a sharp knife that cut through thorns, and swung it fiercely.

Under this increasingly dark haze, the advance of the cavalry was like a raging tide, and the heavy and sturdy horseshoes struck the dark earth in unison, driving with the fury and roar for which the mountains were about to collapse.

Nearly 1,000 cavalrymen were armed with half-moon-shaped scimitars or spears nearly three meters long, and then, with the help of the huge momentum driven by the charge of the fine French war horses under them, they struck the weapons in their hands on the skeleton warriors at the front.

As cannon fodder-like existence, how could the fragile bones of these skeleton warriors withstand this surging force, and the famous guard Polish cavalry used the spear in his hand to penetrate the skeleton warrior in front at the same time, the momentum still did not weaken in the slightest, but directly used the impact power of the war horse, and nailed the bodies of the two skeleton warriors in the rear to the spear in his hand, and then the thick arm spread its wings like an eagle, drawing a graceful semicircle at an incredible angle, and then whirling again.

At the same moment, the Mamluk cavalry had also continued to wield the sabers in their hands, and the movement speed and attack speed of the skeleton warriors constructed from the skeleton were slightly inferior even compared to ordinary humans, not to mention that compared with the strictly trained cavalry in front of them, with the flying of scimitars in turn, the soul fire jumping in the hollow eyes of a skeleton warrior also kept falling, and then was quickly plundered by the fleeting white dots released by the holy cross on Chopin's neck.

The sound of "clanging" collisions comes and goes, like waves that are constantly lapping at high tide, wave after wave, as if there is no end.

It's just that the bone knives in the hands of those skeleton warriors that have been easily sharpened in the most primitive way can be compared with the weapons created by stamping technology in the hands of Chopin's cavalry, often just a face, the blade will cut off the seemingly tough bone knives, and then crash into the skeleton warrior's chest with no less momentum, and turn the world upside down inside.

It's just that when manpower is exhausted after all.

If the charge of the Imperial cavalry at the beginning was even able to press back the advancing army of the undead, as time went by, the performance of the Imperial cavalry became more and more inadequate.

No matter how brave and crazy these imperial cavalry were, they couldn't stop the army of the undead surging in front of them, in fact, it was an unimaginable miracle that they could hold out for so long.

And as the army of the undead continued indifferently but steadily, the brave and fearless imperial cavalry, under the crazy dance of the bone knives, also stepped into the abyss of death one after another.

The scarlet blood was like a waterfall rushing down from the nine heavens, carrying a majestic momentum that could not be described in words, slamming on the rock, and then the bits and pieces of crimson with the warmth and blood, suddenly burst out, and the broken flesh mixed with the scurrying limbs began to dance in this empty and empty mid-air.

There was no wailing, no screaming, just a hysterical roar in the last moments of life, and a last stand at the expense of death.

Then, the army of the undead struck again.

Wielding the blade again and again, nailing the spear in his hand into the chests of those skeleton warriors again and again, for these imperial cavalry, it was a double torment of physical and mental suffering, but under their desperate obstruction, the skeleton army that should have continued to advance was dragged here at this time.

These nearly 1,000 cavalry are like mountains that cannot be crossed, no matter how hard these skeleton warriors try to climb forward, they will not be able to reach the top after all, and take a look at the magnificent scenery on the top of the mountain.

Although there is always only the distance that can be reached, sometimes, the distance within reach is a gap that can never be crossed.

However, for these Imperial cavalry, casualties were inevitable, and as time went by, they snowballed and grew.

Endless bone knives were constantly slashed from all directions, and under the siege of such an absolute superiority in numbers, no matter how unwilling and crazy these imperial warriors were, they were helpless.

The body, which was covered with blood and wounds, finally fell, but the monstrous surging battle intent would never be extinguished.

On the dark black ground, the crimson blood kept flowing and converging, and in some potholes, a pile of scarlet blood had even gathered, and it continued to penetrate into the ground bit by bit.

From time to time, broken flesh was thrown from mid-air, mixed with fragments of broken knives, spears, or iron armor, and at the same time that the skeleton warrior fell, the originally hot body of a heavy cavalryman of the guards quickly turned cold.

The fierce battle has reached this level, and the thousands of cavalry who were still full before have survived less than one-tenth in a blink of an eye, and many of them are covered with staggered wounds, even if the war is over, they will be treated immediately, whether they can survive or not is two words, the tragedy of this battle can be imagined.

However, Rao did so, but still none of the cavalry chose to retreat.

The arms were shaking wildly, a sign of physical exertion, and the upper and lower eyelids were pressed down by a weight that seemed to be a thousand pounds, forcing them to close, which was a sign of extreme exhaustion.

But it was clear that his body had reached the limit of what he could bear, but this famous imperial cavalryman was still gritting his teeth and insisting.

There is no other reason, just because they are imperial cavalry, whether in the previous life or in this other world, they are destined and must be undefeated legends.

Just as the dozens of surviving cavalrymen supported each other and began to have a resolute look in their eyes, the support finally arrived.

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The scene in front of him was a horror that Chopin had never imagined before.

Although he somewhat expected everything that happened at this time, the terrifying power displayed at this time still shocked him.

The frantic shooting of muskets and artillery had scattered at least thousands of undead skeletons into a pile of skeletons at this time, but as soon as the undead skeletons in front died, the undead skeletons in the rear quickly filled up, and from beginning to end, Chopin barely saw a single gap.

When the undead army encountered in the "City of Chaos" before, although the number was as terrifying, with the continuous consumption of his army, the possibility of victory could be seen, but the undead army in front of him until this time showed almost endless troops, making people not see the slightest possibility of victory.

However, whether it is Chopin or the imperial army under his command, they may feel powerless and fall into despair, but at any time, they will never give up.

And just when the Imperial cavalry was about to hold on, the line infantry, which had taken a break, also brandished the scythe of death in their hands again.

The roar of lead bullets is like the roar of death, and the cathartic power of the raging torrent of metal is undoubtedly terrifying, on this road that has been crushed by modern firearms, even if these guys are legendary undead and skeletons, they can't escape the overture of destruction in the end.

Buckshot is flying, bones are shattering, flames are extinguishing, white light is flickering, at this moment, death is like a shadow, and light is everywhere.

On the dark black ground, the crimson blood kept flowing and converging, and in some potholes, a pile of scarlet blood had even gathered, and it continued to penetrate into the ground bit by bit.

A full twenty detachments of line infantry, even if a quarter of the line infantry had returned to God's arms for various reasons due to the fierce fighting before, but the remaining line infantry, even if they only had a round of fire to attack, exerted a destructive power that was not half a star, it was enough to make any enemy fear, even tremble.

As the line infantry fired as hard as they could, each shot of lead bullet hit the fragile bones of the skeletal warriors with precision, and their seemingly sturdy bodies crumbled in an instant.

Then, the swaying soul fire on the skull of the skeleton warriors, the moment these skeleton warriors died, was possessed and plundered by that little white light, and then, with the same wild attitude, pulled all the sparkling soul fire into the holy cross around Chopin's neck.

The roar of buckshot was undoubtedly much quicker than the cavalry that had preceded it, and lasted longer than the blazing roar of artillery.

However, it seemed to sense that such a collision was not good for their side, and in the originally turbulent army of the undead, a path was abruptly divided, and then thousands of flame demon dogs that seemed to be burning with flames rushed out quickly, directly taking the line infantry in front.

It wasn't until the other side rushed over that the cavalry army that had just retreated to the rear reacted, but at this time, it was obviously too late to provide any effective support.

However, even if they were not afraid of death at this time, they would not have any effect of stopping it.

The speed at which these flame-filled Demon Dogs seemed to be burning was indeed quite astonishing, so that it was difficult for a line of infantrymen to aim at their figures, but under such dense musket fire, no matter how fast they were, it was only a surprise after all.

The body of a fire-breathed demon dog shattered and cracked under the wildly dancing buckshot shot, and finally turned into white bones all over the ground.

However, these Flame Breath Demon Dogs did not know what fear was at all, and even though one companion continued to fall, the speed and direction of their forward rush did not change in the slightest, making them look mechanical and terrifying.

Seeing that these Flame Breath Demon Dogs were about to approach the line infantry, a full ten teams, 1,200 people armed with three-meter spears, stopped these Flame Breath Demon Dogs in front of them.

These spearmen were all dressed in lean pale white military uniforms, and the three-meter spears in their hands were made of fine wood, and the shafts were hard and tough, and the tips of the spears made of steel were like a forest of steel at the top, shining with bewildering colors in the shining light.

Thousands of spearmen stood next to each other in a "spear wall", a formation that was in a sense invincible in the face.

This kind of purely passive hand-to-hand combat is naturally powerless against musketeers, and it can even be said to be a target for passive beating, but in this other world, where can the muzzle of a gun be aimed at them in a world where musket technology has not yet developed.

Although the line infantry has quite good melee ability after being equipped with a ring bayonet, how can the efficiency of melee combat be compared to the catharsis of the upper flintlock pistol.

In the whole battle of the empire, the spearmen are undoubtedly the kind of troops that will be disbanded at the beginning, and their status is basically no different from those skeleton warriors who are used as cannon fodder in the skeleton army at this time, but they can greatly alleviate the offensive of these flame demon dogs, buy time for the line infantry behind them, and in addition, it can be said that the more important thing is - cheap!

Therefore, relatively speaking, the death of these spearmen, Chopin was the least distressed.

When the Flame Demon Dog attacked wildly, the battle was undoubtedly extremely tragic and bloody.

These Flame Breath Hounds are extremely fast, and once they burst into the vicinity of the spearmen, they will immediately pounce on them, then open their mouths and tear at the flesh of these spearmen with a terrifying bite comparable to that of a lion and a tiger.

But in the same way, when the head of the Flame Demon Dog burst in, a spear of Gen Senleng pierced into these bones without the slightest hesitation, and as the speed of the breakthrough stagnated, the spear that fell on them was not one or two, and then, the body of the Flame Demon Dog trembled, and the soul flame that flashed in the empty eyes was immediately extinguished.

It's just that one side is a human being with flesh and blood, and the other side is an undead creature who doesn't know pain or fear, and in terms of physical fitness, these Flame Breath Demon Dogs are even higher than those spearmen as a whole, and that amazing speed makes them send those spearmen into the abyss of hell again and again.

However, despite the attack of these Flame Demon Dogs surging like a stormy wave, the thousands of spearmen were like a flat boat on the endless ocean, seemingly threatening to capsize at any time, but they were always stubborn and difficult to run rampant on the surface of the sea.

As the onslaught of these Flame Dogs, one of the line infantrymen who had been given precious rest time reloaded with lead bullets, and then the torrent of metal that destroyed everything came again.

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