When the smoke gradually spread, the confrontation between the three hundred wolf cavalry and the more than five hundred guards Polish cavalry finally reached a climax.

Subsequently, blood and flame also completely exploded at this moment.

The sword light was staggered, the figure flickered, and the blood flowers kept blooming, but they quickly solidified.

"Dada-da-"

When the majestic French horses shuttled in, the whole world seemed to stand still.

Hundreds of accelerated figures rushed like fortresses made of steel, they were hot-blooded, fearless, and powerful!

"Long live France!"

With a deafening cry, these solemn-faced Polish cavalry of the Guards also officially launched a merciless slaughter, they were invincible French cavalry, but at this time, they turned into ruthless killing machines, fiercely and brutally sent their sabers into the bodies of those natives.

The high-speed impact of the fierce horses was like sharp iron cones, stabbing into it alive, and the wolf cavalry camp, which originally seemed to be neat and orderly, immediately became chaotic.

The knight on a fiery horse is like a devil crawling out of hell, and every swing of his sharp saber in the spread of the confrontation will take away a fresh life.

And the sabers held high in the hands of these guards Polish cavalrymen were constantly raised, and fell, and raised and fell again, and so on.

The splattered blood kept falling like raindrops, but the originally white saber was completely dyed red at this time, and the heavy gasp seemed to be about to be ignited again like the smoke of gunpowder.

Pieces of flesh and blood were like waterfalls falling from the sky, and the high-speed impact of water droplets splashed quickly on the rocks on the ground, and then exploded again, turning into debris flying in the sky.

And with the next few charges, the place where the two sides collided turned into a bloody meat grinding field, and in just a few dozen breaths, hundreds of warriors fell into an eternal sleep.

And the might of these guards Polish cavalry is vividly displayed at this time, they have extremely strong physical fitness and superb slashing skills, but in the face of these wolf cavalry who are absolutely fierce opponents, these guards Polish cavalry can not get any benefit at all.

And only the courage to face life and death made these Imperial Guards dare to fight against those natives.

For these Polish cavalry guards, the scimitars wielded out seemed to be an extension of their bodies, and the blood mist that constantly spread from the bodies of those wolf cavalry further aroused their fighting spirit and determination.

The high-speed swinging swords slammed together with the huge inertia of the impact of the war horse under him, and the fierce collision brought out a little flickering spark in the air, and the strong force of the shock made the arms of these colliding guards Polish cavalry and wolf cavalry all shake, and let out a muffled snort in unison.

However, before the cavalry on the opposite side could make a move, the fierce cavalry on the other side had already directly urged the war horses under them to collide directly.

"Bang!"

Although there was no huge impact from the high-speed sprint, this sudden collision still made the body of the cavalry on the opposite side shake, and the figures were staggered, enduring the sharp pain of almost breaking bones, and the cavalryman on Chopin's side had a hideous smile on his face, and then raised his right arm and swung it again.

Bloodline fluttering!

The pure white sword light enveloped the body of the wolf cavalry at this moment, and in that sharp whistling sound like a galloping wind, a famous wolf cavalry was slowly engulfed by the cold sword light one after another, and then there was no more sound.

At this time, the entire battlefield seemed to be transformed into a meat grinding ground made of blood, but whether it was those wolf cavalry or the Polish cavalry of the guards under Chopin, they all sank and struggled inside, but no matter what, in the end, they could not escape the end of being crushed to ashes.

***********

"Torah—"

Jon swung his blade fiercely, the sharp scimitar breaking through the void, and then slashing forward, carrying the ferocious impact of the fall from above, mercilessly slashing down on the first wolf cavalry.

The sharp blade continued to extend down the aborigine's shoulder, and with the splattering and spreading of a blood line, the impact of the aborigine's movements also froze, and suddenly turned into blood-red eyes, and then lost all lustre.

It's just that as soon as the aboriginal was eliminated, several more figures surged over.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp scimitar slashed down, accompanied by a flash of dazzling white light, and the wolf cavalry who were still desperately moving forward finally ended their extremely sad lives.

Blood, permeating the entire battlefield.

"Hoo ......"

The scimitar in his hand fell again, and with a splash of red and white in the wolf cavalry's head, Jon couldn't help but take a few breaths, and the original sky-blue military uniform was now stained blood red by the hot and sticky blood.

The boiling blood in his body was like hot magma, and it seemed that it was about to burst in the next second, but the decapitated cavalryman still did not have the slightest intention of flinching, and charged forward again.

In this empty wilderness, all kinds of noisy hustle and bustle gradually engulfed the whole world.

The violent collision of weapons, the high-speed gallop of iron horses, and the frantic shouts at the end of life erupted like a flood of embankments.

**********

The vision was constantly shaking, the violent air flow was chaotic and indescribable, the seeping breath spread like a bone-eating poison, and the black smoke and dust continued to rise in the air, and finally condensed into a hideous devil that devoured people, and the empty eyes seemed to be the gaze of death, empty and desperate.

And after that violent catharsis, there is an incomparably precious temporary peace.

The various sounds that were previously muffled by the sound of artillery fire have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Wails, roars, screams, cries for help...... Sharp, mad, poignant, or desolate......

The voices intertwined, but in the end, it was a soft sigh that turned into death, or should it be called a ...... Commiseration.

However, the wildly dancing scythe still did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and even ...... The more you dance, the more you get sicker!

I don't know how long it took for the sound of artillery fire to fade away, but Beniff's ears still echoed with an uncomfortable hum.

Pulling his head covered in dirt from the ground, Benif breathed the air around him almost greedily like a drowning child.

"Ahh

And as his consciousness slowly woke up, the intermittent pain also came like a tide.

Reaching out and touching the back of his head, there was a slimy feeling, probably because he had hit a stone or other hard object on the ground when he was rolling before, but now that he has woken up, he can still think very clearly, and it shouldn't be a big deal.

In the hazy vision, there were all knees of their companions, but at this moment, they were all cold corpses.

The crimson blood had soaked the earth, and faintly, Benif seemed to feel it...... The call of death.

***********

As the blazing light continued to emerge, so did the screams and wails that became more and more rapid.

Even though those aborigines have a body structure that is easy to match ordinary people, and have a more terrifying physical quality than ordinary people, they still look too fragile in front of the roaring iron ball, even if it is just a broken stone jumping up, the seemingly extremely strong armor they wear cannot protect their safety.

The thick smoke of gunpowder dispersed with the wind, but the bloody smell that diffused through the air could not be suppressed.

And as the sound of several rounds of artillery roar slowly fell silent, the blazing tongue of fire spewed out again.

"Gun on the shoulder, shoot!"

As Chopin's roar sounded, a famous line of infantry also pulled the trigger one after another, and every time they fired mercilessly, they would bring up a burst of blood mist, intertwined, overlapped, and fused with the pungent gunpowder smoke that continued to spread, and finally turned into a devouring devil, cruelly and tyrannically devouring everything in front of them.

Hundreds of lead bullets, which were easily deformed at high speed and high temperatures, burst out of the cold barrel with bursts of sharp whistling, like messengers sent by death, and the scythe in their hands had begun to reap mercilessly.

A storm of dancing metal instantly filled the entire battlefield, whether it was a roaring wind or a roaring shout, all of them were completely suppressed by the fierce and loud roar like a firecracker.

Round and tiny bullets burst out from the iron pipes, surging forward like the waves of an angry sea.

The black-pressed barrel is like a bottomless abyss, burying all enemies in a hell that never dawns.

Bit by bit sparks are intertwined and converged, like a raging flaming dragon, raging wildly.

"Bang bang-"

For a moment, all the sounds of the whole world seemed to fall silent, except for the hoarse roar of a monstrous beast.

The gray smoke mixed with the black smoke, like a demon crawling out of the abyss, constantly intersecting, agitating, and merging in this deep inky sky, and finally turned into a hollow, dead and hideous devil's face.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was bursting out with a crazy and bloodthirsty smile, and it seemed to be mocking the ignorant beings below.

The terrifying metal frenzy swarmed like a wave, sending out countless ripples, large and small.

And those aborigines who were lucky enough to escape under the roar of the artillery, before they could react to what was going on, and as soon as they stood up tremblingly, the whole person was like a weed harvested by a sickle, and with the gentle stroke of the blade of fate, they sat down rootless.

***********

In the endless sea, there is no such thing as peace, and all the peace and comfort that is revealed or manifested on the surface must be born after experiencing the incomparably cruel war.

And in the "capital of chaos", even more so.

However, the bravery and fearlessness shown by these aborigines in front of him were far beyond Chopin's expectations.

In the Western Sea, ordinary soldiers, even veterans who are accustomed to seeing blood and corpses, when they experience high-intensity collisions on the battlefield, in the face of the crimson blood, even if the bloody nature and fighting spirit suppress the cowardice in their hearts, the movements in their hands or the reaction of consciousness will inevitably decline.

And once the body is injured, even if it is not a fatal injury, with the surge of hot blood and the intense pain that really comes to the mind, and on the battlefield that crushes the flesh and blood all over the ground like a grinding wheel, the fear that was forcibly suppressed cannot be suppressed to spread to the maximum.

For these indigenous peoples, however, it was as if none of this existed.

No matter how elite it is, in the face of this boundless abyss facing death, retreat is inevitable, but these aborigines in front of them are like a long knife that would rather be bent than bent, even if it will break in the next second, it will still mercilessly insert the sharp tip of the knife into the enemy's chest, and then bring out the blood all over the ground.

All this was completely unforeseen by Chopin.

But the soldiers of the French Empire, too!

In this blood-to-blood collision, casualties are inevitable.

However, even if Chopin's spearmen were cut open in the chest and abdomen, they would still roar and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

In this chaotic battlefield, as long as the soldiers of the French Empire are still alive, they will definitely fight to the end.

These Imperial soldiers were not afraid of pain, they were not afraid of death, they would also wail when their bodies were wounded, and when they were dying, their eyes also showed the fear of death.

However, all weakness and fear, after a short period of confusion, will be ruthlessly suppressed.

Under the guidance of the indescribable high morale and the surging fighting spirit that sees death as home, the bright flowers are also constantly withering.

**********

Time, like a blowing wind, cannot be seen or touched, but between the ordinary, it easily erases everything, whether it is enmity and resentment, love and hate.

For these indigenous peoples, the centuries-old changes in the "City of Chaos" have completely changed the areas and ways of life they once lived.

They were forced to migrate to the barren South, they were forced to use bows and crossbows, armor, and under the persecution of the major races, the danger of these aborigines can be imagined, but even if the front is full of mire, the aborigines are still extremely difficult to shuttle.

Then, slowly, they began to know what it was to show weakness to the enemy, and because of this, the vigilance of all forces on the "chaotic capital" for them was becoming more and more lax, and in the dark, the aborigines began to lie dormant silently, accumulating strength, waiting for the moment to counterattack.

And this great turmoil in the "chaotic capital" finally made these long-dormant aboriginal forces open their fierce fangs, but they just made a move, but they encountered Chopin's army, and this tentative attack was doomed to end.

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