With the sound of gunfire, a group of cavalry of no more than thirty men jogged out of the forest, at first the formation was a little scattered, but after a few seconds, it was already arranged in a neat horizontal row, and slowly pressed over.

At this point, they threw the first pistol, the string on the handle of the pistol so that it did not fall to the ground but was hung from their waists, and then pulled out the second, preloaded pistol, and pulled the trigger again.

These two volleys directly knocked down more than twenty people, clearing an open space in front of them.

It wasn't until they started the third salvo that most of the Beran cavalry reacted, some fled faster, and some wanted to rush forward to meet them.

But after three shots, they threw their pistols away, and then drew their slender cavalry swords, urging their horses to speed forward.

The movements of these thirty cavalrymen can be said to be a model of "advancing and retreating together", the size and pace of the war horses are almost the same, and even the acceleration amplitude is almost the same, covering each other's sides, and there are almost no gaps and flaws to be found!

They were far from being able to build a wall, and there was even a gap between the two horses that would allow an ordinary person to slip sideways, and all they had to say was a fence.

But this gap is very limited, and it is impossible for the opposing war horse to pass through it!

There is no famous saying in this world that "war horses have no patriotism", and even if there is, Luo Ming said it first, but the people of Belan also instinctively know such a fact.

Even the most well-trained and brave war horses dare to rush into this seemingly seamless formation, and it is possible that they are dizzy!

Originally, after withstanding three volleys, the Beran cavalry in front of them had already suffered many casualties and became very sparse.

Now this group of cavalry accelerated and rushed over, and it was like a storm and clouds, wild cats and mice, and before they really stuck to the front of the Belan cavalry, they were scattered for the most part!

Only three Beran cavalry horses overcame their fear and rushed towards this column of cavalry, but when they rushed in front of them, looking at the row of sword blades shining on the opposite side, one of the Beran cavalrymen also retreated in their own hearts, and hurriedly turned their horses and fled.

The remaining two Beran cavalry were naturally easily dealt with.

One of them brandished his saber, ready to use his sword skills to teach the cavalry on the opposite side a lesson—but at the moment he didn't need any sword skills at all!

The slender and slender tip of the straight sword in the hands of the cavalry rushing across from him was carefully designed by Luo Ming, Aya, and Granty, and was lengthened by a full eighteen centimeters to ensure that it weighed the same as a traditional saber, and the hilt was made to be more suitable for holding a spike.

Although the slashing power of this cavalry sword has been reduced a bit, it has been greatly enhanced when used for thrusts.

Luo Ming also specially trained the cavalry to keep leaning forward on the war horse, stretching out his arms and stretching out his spikes forward. After such a series of changes, their attack range was nearly thirty centimeters longer than that of the saber.

One inch long, one inch strong...... And these thirty centimeters are simply the difference between life and death.

Although the Berans who wielded the saber were quick and barely removed a cavalry sword, they didn't have time to slash at the opponent, and another cavalry sword from the side stabbed him in the neck - another advantage of the cavalry keeping a tight formation was that they could support their comrades around him.

And another Beran man rushed with a spear in his hand, and passed by the side of the cross-line, which was a large length longer than a cavalry sword, and finally hit a cavalryman directly in the chest—

However, it did not pierce, and the cavalryman snorted, grabbed the reins and clamped the war horse so that it did not fall off the horse, and then stabbed the cavalry sword as he passed by, stabbing the opponent's arm.

The Beran man screamed in pain, threw away his rifle and ran, gritting his teeth and cursing in his heart that he never wanted to fight such an enemy again.

It turned out that these cavalrymen were equipped with curved steel cuirass, which was also thicker than ordinary cuirass, and the tip of the spear was deflected from direction when it pierced up, and part of its strength was removed.

Of course, the kinetic energy of the spear is theoretically greater than that of a musket bullet, and all the kinetic energy of the man-horse charge is condensed in that single stab - but if you really use all your strength, the wrists and arms of the cavalry holding the spear will break first, so the impact of actual use is limited, and a slightly thickened cuirass is entirely likely to withstand it.

Williser watched the scene dumbfounded.

Originally, when he organized the retreat, he was surrounded by nearly a hundred people, and even if he encountered two spear formations that suddenly broke up the cavalry, there were still more than sixty people following him.

But now only a dozen seconds have passed, and they are dead and scattered.

Now there were less than ten cronies left around him, and the thirty cavalry on the opposite side rushed up together, it was simply a dead end!

"Damn, don't try to kill me!" he drew his saber and roared.

As the head of the army, it is difficult to convince the public if his personal force is too weak, his saber is wrapped with a cold fighting spirit, and he is also wearing high-quality armor, and there are still some guards around him. As long as it lasts for a short time, the other Belan cavalry will definitely outflank the past and eliminate this group of enemies and relieve this crisis!

However, a figure leaped up from the horse's back like a tanuki, and then turned into a sword light and rushed straight at it.

In the end, his eyes turned white, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Commander Williser has been slain by me!"

The beautiful figure picked up the bloody head with his sword, and shouted victory with a hearty smile, which seemed out of place on the battlefield, but exuded an aura of extreme danger. After seeing this scene, the Berans completely lost their will to fight and began a full-scale rout.

The cavalry pursued for a little longer, then stopped, stood where they were, and opened fire with their pistols, instead of continuing the pursuit—they had limited forces, and if they pursued too hard, they might be counterattacked.

After the war, the battlefield was cleaned.

The leader of the rebels looked at the number of the support army and closed his mouth in surprise.

Two spearmen, a three-gun flying cavalry artilleryman, and thirty cavalrymen—that's the whole force, and it adds up to one hundred and fifty men.

Relying on such a small number of soldiers, it is unbelievable that he first frightened away the Beran cavalry, which totaled nearly four hundred, and then took advantage of the chaos to kill its leader.

But in the eyes of Granty, who commanded the battle, it was just a matter of course.

She herself is a great swordsman, no matter how novice she is, no matter how unqualified she is, she is several times stronger than ordinary swordsmen, even if she is the only one, it is not difficult to slash and kill dozens of enemies.

And the deterrent power of artillery, as well as the deterrent power of the name of Loming it represents, is needless to say.

Even the cavalry intensively advanced this trick, which was also tested in advance with the subordinates of those nobles who had defected to Luo Ming, and it was confirmed that it was very effective, and then it was used on this battlefield.

There was even a well-informed source who revealed the information about this battle...... It's useless if you can't win.