The last 2,000 cavalrymen of the 63rd Cavalry Division raised their sabers and prepared to launch a decisive charge. Their target was an artillery position heavily protected by tens of thousands of Pritten troops, and the infantry formed an impregnable wall of protection against these fragile weapons of war, so that under the protection of a mere 2,000 cavalry, it was impossible to break through the enemy's defenses.

However, even though they knew that it was a mortal charge, the two thousand cavalry were still ready to come to their senses and resolutely stepped on their horses. Their determination did not come from loyalty to the Empire, nor to the Viting personally, but from their belief in cavalry. Although Weiting's character has been criticized, the 63rd Cavalry Division has indeed become a strong army under his hands, and Weiting's ability to sit in the position of corps commander has a lot to do with the combat effectiveness of the 63rd Cavalry Division. Otherwise, with the strength of Raymond's 72nd Division, how could it be overpowered by Weiting.

However, even the most elite troops will find it difficult to turn the tide of the battle in such a disadvantaged situation.

The cavalry brigade commander Boval looked at his boys and let out a long sigh. He felt sorry for his men, and after the other two brigades were broken up, Berval's brigade became the only unit of the 63rd Cavalry Division that remained fully combat-ready, and he commanded all 2,000 cavalry. Perhaps the brigade commander once had a secret joy at such a position, but now, he only had deep sadness.

He didn't hate Weiting, for the cavalry, dying on the battlefield was fate, they were consumables like cannonballs, and every charge took away a large number of enemy lives, and he would inevitably pay huge casualties, and there would always be a lot of comrades who died on the way to the charge. Bolval still remembers the scene during Vittin's speech, when Vittin was asked what a cavalry was, he went to the window, smashed the glass with his fist, and then raised his bloody fist and shouted to everyone that this was a cavalry!

Taking a deep breath, Berwal raised his saber. He is no longer young, and as a commander he can choose to stay in the rear, but ......

I still can't be like you—glancing at the command post of the Vitings, Bolval said silently inwardly.

Swinging the knife down vigorously, Bolvar shouted, "Assault!"

Two thousand cavalry spurred the war horses under their crotches and began a charge with no return. They bypassed the Kogas army in front and rushed towards the Pritown army from the flank. Although the soldiers did not have too much enthusiasm for this battle, after riding on the horses, their will will was as strong as steel, and they were willing to live to the death for the sake of the cavalry's faith!

Pritown's formation surrounded the artillery positions, leaving no gaps at all, but such a formation would also lead to a thinning of forces at each point. Michel VII did not stay at his command post, because the Pritown army had not yet been fought, and he went to the front to observe the Kogaz army in action.

Standing on the high slopes of the front line, the prince also saw the cavalry that had bypassed the Powa army. Although he was confident in his numerical superiority, the prince sent his troops to intercept the two thousand cavalry for the sake of safety.

Under the command of Michel VII, the forces in the center began to move to the right front, ready to outflank the retreat of the cavalry, the formation on the right flank was also thickened, and the infantry were in full array, and when the cavalry came into rifle range, a volley was immediately begun.

Bolval faced far more enemies than his own, and they were almost bathed in a hail of bullets, and from time to time some soldiers were shot and fell off their horses. However, although they struggled, Berval immediately discovered the enemy's vulnerability, and after splitting his forces in the center to outflank the enemy cavalry, the location of Michel VII was revealed. At a glance, Bolval saw Michel VII, who was standing on a high place, and he immediately turned his horse's head and rushed forward to the right.

"Take Michelle!" he shouted, raising his saber and charging straight for the Prince.

When Michel VII saw the cavalry moving to the center, he did not feel dangerous at first. The cavalry was a kilometer away from him, and they couldn't see each other unless they were standing on a high place. He underestimated the speed of the cavalry advance, and before he could react, the scattered cavalry had already broken through the unresponsive middle interception troops, and they had used more than half of the casualties to run half the distance in a minute.

It was then that Michel VII realized that the enemy was coming at him. Despite being on the battlefield in person, Michel VII was protected by tens of thousands of troops, and the bloody battles on the front line were too far away for the pampered prince to feel the danger until Berval broke through to a few hundred meters away from him. The prince froze in place, but his guards reacted quite quickly, and immediately stepped forward to organize a defensive line to prevent the cavalry from rushing in front of the prince.

At this point, Berval and his cavalry were attacked from almost all sides, and everywhere there were bullets flying to kill them. Now these lone warriors had no way back, and their only goal was the enemy's commander, Michel No. Kenoye VII, Prince of Pritown.

Knowing that it was impossible for him to cut off the prince's neck with his own knife, Berval reached the limit and quickly drew his pistol. Shooting on a galloping horse is hard to aim, and only a seasoned veteran can improve some accuracy with experience.

The moment Bolval touched the gun, he realized that he was raising his gun to aim as if he were just aiming at a dummy when he was a recruit. The bullet exited the chamber as naturally as a leaf falling from a tree, and Bowall's mind was nothing but Michel VII.

He aimed so well that if there had been no accident, the shot would have hit Michel VII. But Sinjid, who was beside the Prince, had a premonition when he saw the cavalry officer carrying his spear, and he immediately threw down Michel VII, allowing the Prince to escape the catastrophe.

It's a pity...... Boval sighed silently in his heart, and then, he was hit by the bullet, and his body was no longer young.

At the moment of his fall, Bowal suddenly remembered the stories of knights he had heard as a child, and it seemed that the knights had died heroically and senselessly at the end of the day chanting slogans representing their beliefs.

Forget it...... The first thing that came to his mind was the slogan "For the Empire, for Silul", but he couldn't shout it, because he had lost that glory.

The rest of the cavalry also followed in the footsteps of the commander, they were deeply encircled, there was no way to retreat, even if they tried their best to kill and wound the enemy, the saber could not withstand the bullets after all, these soldiers were hit by bullets from all sides and fell off their horses, but the pride of the cavalry made none of these people choose to surrender, and would rather launch a decisive charge with their mounts than dismount and survive.

Michel VII got up from the ground in shock, and he saw the last movement of the cavalry officer's lips as he nearly killed him, and then fell off his horse.

"Your Highness," Sinjid stroked the Prince, "are you alright?" ”

"I'm fine," said Michel VII, gasping for breath, "thank you, Sinjid, for saving my life." ”

"It's my wish to serve you. Sinjid bowed his head deeply.

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"That guy Boval, what is he doing, why did he run to the middle?" The chief of staff has been observing the situation at the front with a telescope, although the two thousand cavalry caused the Pritown army to panic for a while, and hurriedly changed the formation to protect Michel VII, but the casualties caused to the enemy were very small, and the two thousand cavalry almost all fell in the rain of bullets, and they did not even touch the artillery hats.

The Chief of Staff turned around, and he was about to open his mouth to complain about something, but immediately saw Wei Ting sitting in his seat, silently stroking the scar on the knuckle of his little finger.

"What's wrong with you?" saw Wei Ting's slightly melancholy expression, and the chief of staff was quite surprised.

"Nothing. Wei Ting shook his head, "I just think that some people will change, and some people will not." ”

The Chief of Staff did not understand Vitting's words, and although he had followed Vitin for many years, he could not fully understand Vitting's thoughts.

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"Your Excellency Marshal," the staff officer took the telegram and hurried to Marshal Rudolph's side, "the Southern Corps has asked us for help, their cavalry assault has failed, and the present line of defense is about to collapse. ”

"I saw it. "Marshal Rudolph waved his hand, he was more leisurely than the chief of staff of the Vittin and had been watching the battle at the front with a telescope. Rudolph was not worried about losing his position on the south bank, which was not conducive to defense in the first place, and the reason why he sent the Southern Army to garrison there was just to weaken the strength of the Viting.

"Do you want to send reinforcements?" the staff officer asked cautiously, "The Southern Army's combat strength doesn't seem to be sufficient, and they really won't be able to support it for too long." ”

"Wait a little longer. Marshal Rudolph said rudely, "Wei Ting, this slippery head, want to pretend to be pitiful with me? Hmph, no way!"

Another staff officer trotted over. "Your Excellency Marshal, General O'Brien has sent someone to ask if reinforcements are needed to the positions on the south bank. ”

"It's not his soldiers who died, what is he anxious about!" the old marshal cried out impatiently, "Who are those people? Those are the people who betrayed the Empire! Now these people are dying on the battlefield, it can be regarded as a decent death, and it is their best destination! When did this kid Isel become so sympathetic?"

The staff officer did not dare to speak, so he could only bow his head and silently bear the anger of the old marshal.

"Really. Rudolph threw the telescope aside irritably, "Ishel, this kid, can't he have more eyesight?"

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Baron O'Brien let out a long sigh after receiving the order from Marshal Rudolph to continue waiting. Although he didn't like the person of Weiting, he also didn't want such meaningless casualties of the Southern Legion. The Baron and Marshal Rudolph were of the same opinion on the South Bank position, which was an enclave of no value, neither easy to defend nor of strategic value. However, unlike the old marshal, Baron O'Brien did not see the need to put the Southern Army on the south bank to deplete their forces, and now the Imperial forces in Lands Town did not have a complete advantage, and before the arrival of reinforcements from Dweed and Glamorgan, if the Southern Army was defeated, Lands Town was likely to be lost.

The Baron's mind popped up again. "Your Excellency the Marshal is old after all, and it seems that the ten years of happiness have also made the marshal's heart and body fat a lot, isn't it?" Baron O'Brien can't help but question the old marshal's judgment and decision now, in such a critical battlefield, in order to eliminate dissidents, self-deprecation of strength, this is definitely not what a wise commander should do.

"General, if the position on the south bank is overcome, the next person to face the enemy alone will be our Munster troops. Baron O'Brien's lieutenant said with a sad face, he was thinking more from the point of view of the Munster. After a series of battles, although the Munster people are very brave and good at fighting, it is difficult for them to withstand such a great pressure under inferior forces, after all, even the most elite troops are not iron-clad.

"At least there's a Lanz River to keep us in the way. The baron lowered his brow and looked at the rippling waters of the Lanz, and although many people had died around this beautiful river, the river was still beautiful and clear, and he did not know whether to say that the water was pure, or that nature was too unforgiving.

"General......" The adjutant moved his lips and stopped talking.

"Say whatever you want. The baron still looked at the Landes and did not look back at his lieutenant.

He glanced cautiously around and kept his voice low. "You say...... Will Marshal Rudolph do the same to us?"

"Huh?" the baron turned sharply and looked at the adjutant sternly, "what did you say!"

The adjutant pursed his lips tightly, he knew that his words were very dangerous, and in his capacity, to question the commander, if Marshal Rudolph knew, there would definitely be no good fruit for him to eat. "As you know, the Guderian family has been in control of the position of Minister of War for many years, and many people in the War Department are their henchmen. Ten years ago, Marshal Rudolph was the Minister of War, and now his younger brother sits in this position, and in so many years, they must have cultivated a lot of descendants, and we Munster people have always been regarded as countrymen by the nobles of the imperial capital, and they have nothing to do with them. Marshal Rudolph can suppress the Southern Army like this, maybe he will also make us cannon fodder. ”

"Shut up! your doubts are out of nowhere!" Baron O'Brien reprimanded the lieutenant severely, but his eyes were the exact opposite of his words, and it was clear that these words had planted the seeds of doubt in his heart. Although he was emotionally reluctant to believe that a hard-core soldier like Marshal Rudolph would have such a dirty conspiracy, the baron still had to think about it for himself intellectually. He is such a person, although he has the straightforward nature of a soldier, but he is also tied up by his family, and he always has to do something against his heart.

O'Brien remembered Vitting's words again, and his suspicions about Marshal Rudolph could not be dispelled.

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The commanders in the back are intriguing, and the fighting on the front line continues.

The soldiers of the Kogas had already come into close contact with Dawes's men, and the fighting was unusually fierce. Despite receiving Daladier's 88th Division, Dawes did not perform well on the front. Of course, Dawes himself was unwilling to admit that he had a problem with his command, and even now he was complaining in his heart, every time he had to face an enemy who surpassed him in number and strength, he was fighting at a disadvantage, but he still had to bear the infamy, Dawes really felt very aggrieved.

Seeing that the second line of defense was also captured by the Kogas army, Dawes could no longer sit still. Only three layers of trenches had been dug into the position on the south bank, and after losing two lines of defense in a row, Dawes's headquarters was directly exposed to the front of the Corgas troops.

"Haven't the reinforcements from Weiting come yet?" Dawes was anxious at this time, and when he saw the staff officer coming over, he couldn't wait for the staff officer to speak, Dawes directly grabbed his arm and asked.

"No ...... yet" The staff officer was caught by Dawes very painfully, and had to reluctantly tell the bad news.

"This guy from Weiting!" Dawes was furious, he pushed the staff officer away, and yelled regardless of his image, "If I hadn't helped him, he would have been driven to Corgas by Raymond!

The originally busy command post suddenly fell silent, and Dawes's roar could be heard by even a telegraph operator with headphones listening to the telegram. Everyone looked at Dawes, and in the face of the division commander's accusations against Weiting and Marshal Rudolph, no one dared to say anything, so they could only look at the angry commander blankly.

Being watched by his subordinates collectively, Dawes's nerves were stimulated again. "Look at it! Don't hurry up and do things!"

In the face of the unreasonable Dawes, no one dared to touch his moldy head again, and the command post returned to a busy atmosphere.

"Go and send a report again, and tell Weiting to send troops to support immediately!" Dawes grabbed the collar of the staff officer who was still in front of him, and the spit sprayed all the stars in his face. It was only with great difficulty that Dawes turned over, and Dawes was not willing to be inferior again, and continued to endure the boundless laughter.

"Yes!" the staff officer didn't dare to wipe the spit on his face, and quickly ran away.

"What other troops have reserves?"

"Only the two garrison companies of the division headquarters have not yet gone to the front. ”

Dawes gritted his teeth, although he had just scolded Wei Ting for crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, he still had to hold his position, if he lost his position now, then even if he withdrew, he would still lose his position again. "Send out the garrison company, no matter what, you must hold out for another hour!"

An hour is Dawes's bottom line, if Weiting doesn't send troops to support at that time, then Dawes can only retreat and take the initiative to give up his position.

Dawes's command post was now very close to the front line, and when the Kogas army launched another offensive, Dawes could hear the tsunami-like shouts coming from the front line. As the Kogas army continued to advance, the artillery positions in the rear were slowly moving forward, and Michel VII kept the artillery at the limit of the most effective range, covering the positions of the Southern Corps.

With a salvo from the Pritown artillery, the front-line positions were bombarded again, and one shell even hit the side of the Dawes command post. The soil from the shells splashed on Dawes's military hat, and Dawes, who got up, couldn't help the anger in his heart again, and he almost tore his throat in despair: "Reinforcements, where are the reinforcements?"