Because of the advantage in white-knuckle battles, the Guards Battalions directly under the two division headquarters were always on standby as reserves. These precious troops were all burly and well-trained, and most of them graduated from the Paris Military Academy with a bright future.

But the enemy knights are already on their way, and the reserves cannot be reserved, they must all go up and meet the baptism with their bodies, buying time for the other fighting allies - all the soldiers hold on to the limit, the difference is who is defeated first. If morale collapses a second later, the battle has a better chance of winning. So time is victory, and the rules of white-knuckle combat are against time!

Many of them hold out for a second, and the Germans who are inferior in numbers will lose their dreams in this second, and many of them can break through the artillery blockade for a second and the chasseurs can blow up the German army's backyard. For this symbolic second of hope, the French reserves did not hesitate to move to the designated positions, quickly lined up, raised their bayonets, and delayed the cavalry charge with their bodies!

Thirty seconds later, the forest of bayonets was erected in the phalanx, and the dense and white sea of blades looked shocking.

The bayonet forest has changed the color of modern cavalry.

But they are facing the Knights of the Middle Ages!

Ten seconds later, the earth began to shake violently. The night was like a film, broken by the charging knight, so that the outline of the iron helmet and steel horse suddenly became clear, and the French saw that the war horse was wearing a hideous horse helmet, and only showed its eyes, and the knight was bathed in golden light, and rushed at full speed!

Countless iron hooves trampled on the earth, and the vibration of the steppe passed through the body of the French army and passed all the way to the tip of the bayonet, causing it to shake like a tuning fork. It was as if even the bayonet was afraid, and even the bayonet trembled uncontrollably.

But the reserves did not retreat. They shoot horizontally, aim, salvo.

A round of gunfire rang out, and the burning gunpowder spewed thin green smoke, like crayons to trace the sides of the infantry phalanx.

The iron armor of the Knights "clanged and clicked" and ricocheted. The cold Tin Knight was indifferent and continued to charge, even running faster.

The fear of the bayonet was to the extreme, it was violently shaking. The earth shook like a flock of galloping five-hundred-pound rhinos, and the grassland let out a "rumbling" whimper.

The reserve was hunched over, with their guns raised, and their bayonets pointed diagonally at the sky. These promising young people gritted their teeth and closed their eyes, and let out a cry to overcome their fears:

"Victory over France!"

At this time, the knight in the eagle helmet, who was at the head of the knight, hunched his waist to the horse's back, and roared angrily: "Ignore them!

In the next second, the Medieval Knights rushed into the modern platoon. It was as if a rhinoceros had broken up a stack of wood, and countless humanoid sticks spun and flew into the sky—the sound of bayonets snapping "ping-pong" scratched the commander's eardrums, while the French flew left and right like dirt that had been ploughed up, falling to the ground in a parabola.

Then, more knights crashed into the crowd, as if crossbow arrows pierced through layers of cowhide, the dull sound of hitting ** continued, and the sound of stepping on broken bones was endless. In the middle was a myriad of abrupt screams, mixed with the piercing sound of swords breaking.

France's vaunted bayonet forest tactics were ignored by the Knights. The bayonets were broken, their bodies were splashing, and the knights did not even draw their swords or change their posture as they passed through the infantry phalanx, they just kept their charging posture without moving, and they rushed straight at them mercilessly, trampling past, speeding away, and the knights' movement speed was lost, second only to wading through a small river.

The two most precious battalions of the Second Wing Army were killed and wounded in this catastrophic ** front. The knights galloped in and away, leaving only the broken flag and blood fluttering, leaving only the remnants of the spears stuck diagonally on the ground, and the backs of a few deserters engulfed in the night.

Frederick's Silver Knights used fattened horses, knightly armor weighing two hundred pounds, horse armor weighing one hundred and fifty pounds, and horses weighing three hundred pounds.

When the knights crashed into the crowd, the image resembled that of a speedboat chopping through the waves, and the French army splashing into the sky like a wave, and when trampling on the corpse, the horse's hooves slammed into the rice cake like a hammer, and the corpse's sternum was trampled into the mud.

In fact, because artillery dominated the era, this kind of knightly order that favored dense charges has long since faded from the battlefield, and the reason is obvious, when the knights who expose the coordinates launch a straight charge, the end will be worse than the bombed cavalry division - Frederick's artillery tonight is only a divisional formation, and it cannot be compared with the artillery of the army group. In the face of artillery support at the army group level, any form of cluster charge is a funeral act.

However, on this fateful night, when the French army completely abandoned the outdated formation of heavy cavalry, the French infantry met a long-lost infantry enemy: the medieval knights!

Frederick didn't even draw his sword, and the phalanx of infantry in front of him collapsed. The phalanx was like a piece of tofu, and it was pierced alive by the Knights, leaving behind a meadow that was more ugly than a slaughterhouse.

On this night, the French infantry recalled the horror of being dominated by the knights, and the humiliation of being treated as nothing by the knights.

After the reserve was destroyed as quickly as possible, Frederick straightened up and drew his two-meter-long knight's sword, and under the blood-drenched visor, he let out an inspiring roar: "Victory belongs to Germany!"

Then, two hundred knights who rushed intensively, like a golden crossbow arrow, "swished" into the formation of the French infantry.

Two divisions of the French army fought stubbornly, about 15,000 men piled up on the steppe, and the formation was as thick as a paramecium that devoured food. Just as the paramecium tried to devour the 8,000 German infantry, it was stormed into the backyard by the Knights.

When Frederick's knights penetrated the French army in depth, the scene of the cleaving of the waves reappeared: the French army flew into the sky as if they had been plowed, and then fell on the heads of the friendly troops as if it were raining.

The Order's depth and penetration were unmatched, and when they charged the infantry, they were like red-hot needles piercing paraffin, and there was no resistance all the way.

And Farragut's black cross flag on a white background is like a blade cutting through the water, rippling all the way, opening up no man's land all the way, even if it has been surrounded, but it will not stop all the way!

The German army, who had been fighting endlessly, suddenly saw the cross flag with a white background running wildly in the enemy formation in the distance, and the flag was rolled into a regular rectangle by the wind, and it was wildly unfurled, and it never fell!

The morale of the German army was greatly boosted and they roared to counterattack. The Germans interspersed the gaps between the French and tried to form a strategic division.

Frederick rushed out of the storm and would always rein in his horse in the distance, panting and reining in his horse, speeding up again and making a comeback, leading the knights to rush again in frenzy.

The French position was ploughed seven or eight times by Frederick, and the formation was rotten like a piece of cake cut to pieces. The French infantry was so frightened at the sound of horses' hooves that they wanted to turn around and run. As soon as the morale collapsed, the French began to flee in formation, and when the backs of the deserters blurred in the night, even the Germans were amazed that the French still had the strength to flee.

When the troops began to flee the battlefield in company formations, the French army no longer had a formation to speak of. The French army, which was a little slower, was quickly divided and surrounded. After realizing that the general situation was gone, the French army, who had no time to escape, skillfully raised their hands and surrendered.

The main battlefield of the French infantry suddenly lost their armor and collapsed. At this time, the French 1st Cavalry Division, which had been bombarded in pieces, belatedly rushed to the dense German infantry with great valor.

The Germans had long known that there were cavalry outflanks in this direction, and the dense forest of bayonets had long been ready for battle. As soon as the cavalry collided, the infantry immediately killed a few, but the infantry phalanx was too dense, and the light cavalry quickly stalled, so they could only rein in their horses one after another, spread out a team on the periphery of the infantry, and slashed and killed the Germans. Sadly, a cavalryman could only wield one saber while they were forced to face three or four bayonets. Therefore, the hussars died extremely miserable, they were often stabbed with two bayonets at the same time, picked off their horses alive, and then killed by mending knives in front of the hooves of their beloved horses, until they became cold and could not look at them.

In the face of the infantry with high morale, the battle losses of the cavalry division rose rapidly, and the cavalry with a little common sense could see that if they were entangled by the infantry, they might be wiped out.

Seeing this, the morale of the cavalry division collapsed. The light cavalry behind resolutely reined in their horses, and before they were surrounded by infantry, they turned around and galloped away, fleeing into the night and disappearing.