Night is approaching, when the last afterglow of the setting sun gradually recedes, under the hazy sky, the advance of the cavalry, like a raging tide, pressed over!

In the face of the cavalry charge, the soldiers under Colderson actually did not have a very good way to deal with it, the sturdy and heavy shields connected and fit each other, and in the blink of an eye, in front of these guards Polish cavalry, a huge steel fortress emerged.

And in the gap between the shields, the crimson spears were quietly dormant, as if they would come out like poisonous snakes at any time, dealing a fatal blow to the enemy in front of them.

Facing the giant beast in front of them, which was already armed to the teeth, hundreds of guards Polish cavalry did not rush forward, but used the smoothbore guns in their hands to constantly shoot around the periphery, after all, it was not a rabble in front of them, the other party was also elite, and the comparison of forces between the two sides at this time was not at the same level at all.

No matter how strong they were, they were only more than 500 horsemen, and the army in front of them numbered more than 10,000.

In such a situation, if these Polish cavalry still rushed into battle without their own strength, they were afraid that they would be swallowed by the giant beast in front of them at the first time, and then even the bones would be gnawed clean.

"Bang bang-"

But at this moment, the intermittent gunshots rang out continuously on this stretching land.

And the seemingly incomparably tough shield made of steel could not stop the lead bullets that were no more than the size of a thumb, and as the sharp sound dispersed, the blood color continued to spread.

In the face of the harassment of these guards Polish cavalry, Cordson's side also returned the color at the first time, and the sky, like a rain of locusts and arrows, fell frantically.

However, before the rain of arrows fell, the cavalry that had been gathered together quickly dispersed, and under this scattered offensive, coupled with the mobility of the war horses under them, although the volley of feathered arrows also caused a lot of harassment to these guards Polish cavalry, but the real damage that could be caused was undoubtedly extremely limited.

And even if it is hit head-on by a feather arrow, as long as it does not hit the vital point, with the protection of armor, the Guards Polish cavalry will only be injured and not killed, after all, the arrow is not buckshot, it has the defense of armor, even if it is hit, it is absolutely not fatal.

And it seemed to sense that his own attack was a little weak, and in the surrounding void, the magic power suddenly surged, and then ice arrows, wind blades, and fireballs ...... All kinds of attack magic, without the slightest warning.

In the face of this extremely violent magic attack, the Polish cavalry of the Guards had no choice but to retreat at the first time, and in the blink of an eye, the lives of nearly 100 cavalry were still swallowed by the amazing power of magic.

"Humph!"

Guarding the rear of the Polish cavalry, Chopin's face was involuntarily gloomy when he saw this scene, and he knew that at this time, the magician hidden in the army spoke up.

With this cold snort, Chopin's long sword was unsheathed, and with the light reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun, it swung down fiercely.

"Fire!"

With Chopin's roar, the hot iron tongs collided with the coarse linen arquebus, which had already been soaked in grease, and then the power of the devil and the gods seemed to be intertwined at this moment.

"Sneer, sneer—"

The small and bright flames began to rise with the thick black smoke, and the moment the black powder contained in the thick barrel came into contact with it, the heavy gun carriage and the bronze barrel began to roar like a hideous fanged beast.

The blazing flames were like a gate to heaven with endless light, suddenly descending from the vast and illusory sky.

Driven by the explosive force of gunpowder, the black iron balls suddenly swept through the void with bursts of sharp whistling.

"Boom Boom-"

The huge roar suddenly sounded like thunder, and even after the iron balls landed, the roar still echoed in the air.

The high-speed rotating iron balls were like dead soldiers who looked at death as if they were at home, resolutely and resolutely rushed into the densest crowd, and then the amazing light and heat were released without the slightest reservation at that moment.

As solid iron balls continued to fall, the fortress, which seemed to be impregnable, was shattered in an instant.

The solid iron ball released with the expansion of gunpowder is immeasurable in this instant.

Iron shields, chain mail, or seemingly tough human bodies, or barriers made of magic that countless people fear, all seem fragile and vulnerable under the attack of the devil who has escaped from the cage.

And as the pieces of shattered flesh and the splattered blood mist spread, the shards of the wild dance that were lifted by the wave of qi were still like the scythe of death, harvesting in the crowd.

The rising flames whimpered, like frightened young beasts, their bodies trembling, and the flickering light of the fire scorched the entire battlefield back and forth, as if to crack the whole earth.

Black and gray smoke mixed with splashes of blood and dark red, constantly wafting through this chaotic battlefield, the bloody and seeping breath like a bone-eating poison, constantly enveloping in all directions.

The scarlet light of the fire loomed in the black smoke, and the billowing black smoke leaped into the clouds in mid-air, as if to erase the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Quick, quick, keep loading!"

"Don't give these guys a chance to breathe—"

Looking at the blood that spread, the face of the artillery officer led by him turned into a crazy and excited blood red in an instant, and with his hysterical shout, the black shells were quickly filled in, and then ...... Light drowns out darkness.

The battle between the two sides had just begun, but the attack launched by Chopin's soldiers was like a dream for Colderson's soldiers, and the scene in front of them was a scene that had never been seen before in this era.

They had never seen and could not imagine how those black and pressed iron balls could erupt from the long bronze tube, and how they could burst out with such amazing power.

Although Coldson's soldiers were elite, when the shadow of death was like a dark cloud overhead, their hearts were still more or less shaken.

And after several rounds of artillery fire, when the artillery in the rear fell silent, the cavalry, which had already withdrawn from the battlefield, reappeared, and then rushed out with a fearless attitude.

Five hundred guards Polish cavalry surged around like flowing water, and the monstrous momentum reached its peak in only an instant.

"Long live France!"

All the guards Polish cavalry raised their sabers in their hands and shouted, and with the undulating bodies, the faces of this group of elite knights still had only solemnity.

With the whimpering trumpets and the drums raining down on the ground, these fierce cavalry plunged headlong into the body of the behemoth that had been torn apart.

The rumbling sound spread like a tidal wave, and the roar came from the vibration of the hundreds of iron horsemen stepping on the ground in unison, from the desperate roar, and even more from the sound of the golden sound of the sabers colliding with each other!

And as the cavalry at the forefront collided with the soldiers who hurriedly raised their broken shields again, the front line of the battle also spread forward like a tide of rage, and soon after, a blood-colored ripple of 100 meters long also spread wildly in all directions with this as the center.

The smoke and dust were billowing and the fog was filled, and the saber in Miro's hand slashed forward, and with the help of the high-speed impact power of the war horse under him, the saber made by stamping technology easily broke through the armor of the soldier in front of him.

The blood immediately splashed, and bits and pieces of red began to fly, and at this moment, a spear suddenly shot out, Miro couldn't react at all, and his chest had been pierced alive, in the face of this sudden blow, this young imperial cavalryman, showing amazing ruthlessness and hideousness.

Ignoring the wounds on his body at all, Miro's figure did not advance and retreated, allowing the spear to penetrate directly through his chest, and at the same moment, the saber in his hand had also cut off the head of the still somewhat dazed figure in front of him.

"Tick Tick ......"

The blood kept dripping and flying, as for whether it was his own or the enemy's, Miro didn't care anymore, the only thing he wanted to do at this time was to let the saber in his hand be stained with blood.

One by one, the figures continued to entangle and fight, and in an instant, the charging cavalry and the soldiers who held on, like two rising waves, collided fiercely together, but they were splashed, but they were countless tumbling blood.

Although the peak power of artillery terror made the morale of these soldiers under Colderson fall to the bottom, when they were able to become a strong army across the Western Sea, they were also free, after the initial huge panic and chaos, the originally scattered defense line was quickly rebuilt, so all the Guards Polish cavalry at this time was desperate to rush forward!

"Kill!"

Crazy roars continued to resound in the hearts of the Imperial soldiers, which was also the determination and belief that supported them to move forward bravely.

"Long live France!"

"Long live France!"

……

I don't know who took the lead in making such an angry roar, and then like an explosion of thunder, the surging waves were wave after wave, and the wave was more powerful than the wave!

The cavalry charge continued to advance like a tidal wave, and although every step had to pay an incomparably heavy price, Chopin's cavalry figures, which were less than five hundred, were wantonly roaming the thousands of troops.

And after several charges, with the sound of rapid drums, the cavalry figure that was originally fighting quickly retreated like a tide.

In fact, if it weren't for the fierce artillery attack that tore the fortress in front of him one after another, plunging Coldson's soldiers into confusion and fear, no matter how strong these guards Polish cavalry were, if they rushed directly into it, there would only be a dead end.

As the impact of artillery fire gradually receded, the retreat of the cavalry was inevitable, and in this way, once the encirclement of these infantry was formed, the Polish cavalry of the Guards would not be able to hold out for even a moment, and they would be gnawed clean.

More than 500 cavalry rushed out fearlessly, but when they returned, less than half of them were gone, and every cavalryman who had been wearing a black cavalry uniform had been dyed mottled with blood.

However, compared with the losses of Chopin's side, before the double persecution caused by artillery and cavalry, the casualties on Coldson's side were undoubtedly much heavier.

At the rear of the army, looking at the fallen soldier, Colderson's face was extremely cold, and the middle-aged calm man stared ahead, muttering, "Wait, wait......"

And just when the situation was almost one-sided, from behind Chopin and on both sides of their army,

One, two...... Hundreds of figures crawling out of the abyss of hell began to rush and rush over—

Knights of Judgment!

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The world is about to change!

When he saw the unrivalled horror of artillery, Colderson realized it.

And the only chance of victory is how to use the 1,500 "Knights of Judgment" under his command.

Those guys are the real devils, and the only way they can achieve this victory.

After choosing to withdraw his troops in "Spark City", the first thing Coldson did was to ambush all the "Knights of Judgment" on hand, and when Chopin's side pursued them later, these ghostly existences without any sound were actually far behind.

With the appearance of these "Knights of Judgment", in just a moment, Chopin and his enemies were already in the back of the enemy.

Neither the roar of artillery nor the roar of buckshot could make these "Knights of Judgment" take a step back, they would only charge fearlessly and frantically, and they would never stop until they had completed their orders or their bodies were completely destroyed.

Chopin, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment, and then sent the line infantry out at the first opportunity.

"Gun on the shoulder, shoot!"

With the commander's roar, the line infantry who rushed over immediately moved, and then in the black barrel, the blazing flames were like holy light falling from the sky, without the slightest intention of stopping.

"Bang bang-"

After the collision and explosion of gunpowder, the lead bullets have been endowed with amazing power and strength, and the distance of dozens of meters is only fleeting.

It's just that before the barrels of the black pressure were raised, dozens of "Knights of Judgment" holding giant iron shields were on the front line.

Each iron shield was a man's width and nearly two meters high, and dozens of iron shields were pressed against the earth, like a thick steel fortress stretching out.

Immediately afterward, the lead bullets were like demons escaping from the cage, bringing out bursts of sharp and cold whistling, and then slammed into the thick iron shield that was perfectly connected, clanging and ringing, and in the blink of an eye, it brought out countless flashing sparks.

ps: Thanks to the "Poor Lonely" pro-reward of 100 coins.