The rumbling sound spread like a tidal wave, and the roar came from the vibration of the nearly thousand 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!

The moment the two groups approached, they both tried their best to dodge to avoid colliding with the sharp sabers in each other's hands. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ahh

Roman's knights began to shout wildly, as did Chopin's Guardsmen, and then the sharp blades danced wildly, and then the entire sky seemed to be torn apart......

Hall stared fiercely at the cavalryman in front of him, but there was a rare trace of violence on his usually solemn face, and the cavalryman who confronted him was also extremely fierce, and his eyes were constantly surging with crazy blood.

In this chaotic battlefield, both sides did not choose to retreat, but raised their sabers in unison, and then the war horses under them galloped wildly.

The smoke and dust were billowing and the fog was shrouded, and when the two horses staggered, the saber in Hall'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 on the opponent's body.

It was as easy as a hot dinner knife cutting into butter, and with the slight shaking of the blade and arm, the body of the cavalryman on the opposite side, along with the armor on his body, was instantly split into two, and both muscles and bones had been neatly cut.

Everything seems so relaxed!

It was just that before the saber in Hall's hand cut through the body of the cavalryman, the sharp blade in the opponent's hand also stabbed him in the abdomen, but before he had time to stir it up in Hall's internal organs, the strength of the blade in his hand was getting weaker and weaker, and finally he just trembled slightly, and then hung down weakly.

"Ahem......"

With the muffled coughing sound, scarlet blood flowed down Hale's belly and the corners of his mouth.

Although his body was traumatized, Hall didn't care about it, the red blood had already spread in his heart, and the suppressed roar from the depths of his heart was also completely released.

"Kill, ah, ah, ah-"

"Bang!"

At the same time as Hall roared, a horse suddenly rushed towards him from a distance, and it seemed that there was no intention of dodging at all.

The high-speed sprinting horse slammed into the French horse under him, accompanied by a painful neigh, Hall only felt that his body suddenly lightened, like a dexterous swallow swept towards the vast sky, and then the whole person's vision began to change rapidly.

"Boom-"

Then, his body slammed to the ground, and Hall felt as if his back had been grilled by the scorching flames, bringing out a foul smell of burning, and then his consciousness fell into nothingness.

And as the two groups of iron horses at the forefront collided together, the front line of the battle also spread forward like a tide of rage, and soon after, a blood-colored ripple of up to 100 meters long was also centered on this and frantically rippled around.

"Dang!"

A scimitar slashed at Cred's chest, and although the heavy cuirass was used as a block, the knife did not stab his internal organs, but the huge impact force was injected into his body through the breastplate.

"Poof—"

Both arms grabbed the reins in their hands fiercely, and the body that was about to fall down barely stood up straight, but with the shaking of the body, the red blood also spilled out wantonly, and a little blood beads splashed on the ground, making the blood-colored earth under his feet even more red.

Looking at the hideous figure in front of him, Cred's face couldn't help but show a cruel smile, but this smile matched the blood on his face, but it was particularly eerie and terrifying.

"Phew!"

"Kill!"

Spit out the mouthful of blood in his mouth, accompanied by a roaring roar, and the French war horse under Creder also rushed towards the other party.

The two horses were wrong, where was Cred's chest, I don't know when, there was a sudden wound several centimeters long, along with the armor on it, it was also cut hard, as for the cavalryman on the opposite side, after the war horse under him stepped forward a few meters, the cold body fell off the horse's back.

Above the other party's throat, a touch of blood had devoured all life.

Thousands of cavalry figures were constantly entangled and fighting, like two rising waves, slamming together, only splashing, but countless tumbling blood.

"Whew-"

Frey gasped for air as he looked around with a cautious gaze.

Suddenly, his face twitched violently, Xu was the shaking of his body just now, and the wound on his right rib trembled, and in the round of fighting just now, he tried his best to kill the opponent, but on the right rib, he was still brought out by the opponent with a bloody wound.

The wound that had been simply bandaged before ruptured in a blink of an eye, but now, looking at the sudden rise of white light, Frey didn't care about it at all, and the right arm that had been shattered by the tiger's mouth raised the heavy long sword again, and then slashed out desperately.

In the face of death, Frey is naturally afraid, and in this chaotic battlefield, no one can guarantee that he will be able to live until the next moment.

But those partners around him, whether they were afraid or not, but who chose to retreat?

Everyone is desperate to rush forward!

"Fight to the death, don't retreat!"

Voices continue to sound in his heart, which is also the determination and belief that supports him to move forward bravely, and in fact, these shouts from the depths of his heart are not only reflected in him.

"Long live France!"

"Long live France!"

……

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

Yes, they are the warriors of the French Empire, who are as proud as eagles, how can they fall so easily, no matter how strong the enemy is, France, will never back down!

At this moment, Frey felt that something had burst out of his almost dry body, and then only heard a "bang", and the scimitar swung on the opposite side broke off the moment it collided with the giant sword in his hand.

As the sword slashed down with all his might, he barely felt any obstacles, and then he only heard a "click" sound, and the other party's bones seemed to be cut apart like this.

The tide continued to push forward, and although each step had to pay an incomparably heavy price, Chopin's cavalry figures, which were less than four hundred, still pressed back those figures on the opposite side.

On the other side, when the thousands of cavalry were inseparable, the two spearmen guarding the line infantry in the middle also engaged in a bloody collision with the soldiers on the opposite side.

Only this time, the line infantry, which had always been almost invincible, did not show his almost invincible posture.

One hundred and twenty line infantrymen lined up in three columns and fired tactical fire in turn.

"Gun on the shoulder, shoot!"

With a roar, the blazing flames in the black barrel were like holy light falling from the sky, without the slightest sign of stopping.

"Bang bang-"

A full forty rounds of lead bullets, after the collision and explosion of gunpowder, have been endowed with amazing power and power, and the distance of dozens of meters is only fleeting.

It's just that before the barrels of the black pressure guns were raised, the soldiers under Roman commanded

It quickly shrank inward, and then thirty men with large iron shields stood in the way.

Each iron shield was a man wide and nearly two meters high, and thirty iron shields were pressed against the earth, like a thick steel fortress stretching out.

For such protective measures, whether it was Chopin, who hid in the shadows to observe the change of situation, or those line infantry on the battlefield, they all scoffed at this.

The invention of the musket made the plate armor, the strongest armor that was once known as the "shield" surpassing the "spear", have no choice but to fall off the altar.

Prior to this, a warrior in plate armor could easily fend off the attacks of feathered arrows, but it was a bit of a fool's dream to block the shot of lead bullets.

History has proven time and time again that no matter how strong the armor is, it can only play a certain role in blocking the effect of buckshot at most, and there is no possibility of completely blocking it.

Therefore, looking at the column of soldiers standing at the forefront, everyone didn't pay attention, but the next moment, when the wild dance of lead bullets collided with it, everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Like a devil escaping from a cage, the lead bullets brought out bursts of sharp and cold whistling, and then slammed into the thick iron shield that was perfectly connected, with a tinkling sound and ears, and in the blink of an eye, it brought out countless flashing sparks.

After that, although there were deep depressions on the giant shields, there was no intention of cracking them in the slightest, and the burly warriors holding the giant shields were all unnaturally agitated at this time.

The green tendons climbed up the arms of these warriors like dragons, and the already thick arms were more than twice as thick as ordinary people at the moment, and what reflected the green tendons was not the normal complexion, but the thrilling blood red.

And with several groups of people intertwined, the entire battlefield has become chaotic again.

After that, the thick blood stained the whole land red......

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