The commander of the coalition army was bent on how to stop the main force of the principality army from retreating, and where did he think that the Duke of Valstad made a desperate gamble and sent the last trump card.

At about 16 o'clock, the Guards of the Duchy of Valstad attacked on all fronts, and the momentum was like thunder, directly defeating the 15th Infantry Division of the Papal States, which served as the vanguard of the coalition forces. The infantry of the Guards formed a dense column and continued to advance under overwhelming artillery fire.

After the line infantry was fully engaged, a splendid cavalry glittering with golden light quietly approached under the cover of gunsmoke, and the Guards carbine cavalry appeared.

They were giant knights on tall horses, skilled men with iron helmets fluttering on the top of their bright red helmets and slender blue or white peacock feathers on the sides of their helmets.

The knights wore heavy cuirasses with copper-plated metal surfaces that reflected a dazzling golden light, and their cloaks painted with night owl patterns fluttered in the wind.

The saddle was hung with a heavy straight-edged saber, a new carbine was stuck diagonally in the saddle bag, and the crotch mounts were all the same, heavy horses from the northern steppes.

With a head height of about 2.4 meters, these heavy horses do not resemble grazing animals at all, but rather like carnivorous beasts.

Under the urging of the knight, the horse's mouth and nose spewed out a hot breath, and the horse's hooves stepped on the mud ground in a series of huge marks.

The three knights led by the three knights blew the military trumpet: "Woo woo woo woo ......"

"Long live the Duchy of Valsta! Long live His Majesty the Duke! ”

The Guards Carbines, lined up in dense horizontal formations, launched a wall charge.

The knights took out their carbines and fired a volley at the enemy, then put away their guns and drew their sabers, and plunged the spurs from their boots deep into the belly of their horses, provoking the beasts to run more and more frantically, and the cavalry ranks rushed towards the coalition line like a high wall of flesh and metal.

"Not good! The heavy cavalry of the principality is coming, quickly form a phalanx! ”

The poor line infantry was still busy reloading ammunition and had no time to convert into a phalanx, which was like a piece of tissue paper, smashed to pieces by the carbines.

They were followed by terrible and ruthless characters, they were the Guards Cuirassier Regiment, the Guards Grenadier Regiment, the Valstad Royal Heavy Dragoon Regiment, and the Valstad Royal Heavy Lancers Regiment......

Each of the heavy cavalry is an elite with a reputation throughout the continent, and their simultaneous charge is even more incredible.

The commander of the coalition forces gave the order, and the coalition cavalry was ordered to come and block it.

Obviously, the allied cavalry was almost exhausted after a whole day's onslaught, and only a few poor squadrons of hussars came to intercept the Guards, who were no match for the elite troops, and were instantly drowned in a sea of heavy cavalry.

Having lost the protection of the cavalry, the infantry line was soon attacked, and the infantry of the first row was knocked to the ground by the terrible impact of the heavy horses, and fell to pieces.

The last two rows of infantry were soon impaled by sabers and lances, and the strong men on horseback chopped off countless arms and heads, trampled the bones with huge iron hooves, and the beast-like horses even opened their mouths to bite off the noses or ears of many enemy soldiers.

The fleeing men who had left the line were not out of luck, and the light cavalry units of the Duchy Guards arrived, and the hussars, chasseurs, dragoons, and lancers rode on agile horses, much faster than the heavy cavalry, and they raised their carbines and pistols to shoot at the deserters' backs, and then switched to cold weapons to chase after them and slash and stab to prevent the rout from regrouping.

This wild cavalry charge directly leveled the 7 line infantry battalions and 10 light infantry battalions of the coalition army, and if the rear troops had not formed a phalanx in time to resist the onslaught of the cavalry, the entire front would have been penetrated.

General Neule looked at the front line with a telescope and proudly exclaimed: "Worthy of the Guards!" Our pride!

Your Majesty, my mission is to protect you, but I see that my compatriots in Valstad are fighting bloodily! I also want to lead my men to glory! ”

The duke smiled at him: "Don't worry, my brave general, you are still young, and you have the opportunity to make meritorious contributions." ”

"Your Majesty, you can't wait any longer for orders from the command! The forces on the left and in the center are still fighting hard, and if we can quickly open up the situation on the right flank, we can save the lives of thousands of our compatriots! ”

The Duke pondered for a few seconds, then raised his head and said, "General Neulai, although you have always been a hot-blooded blind and adventurous fellow, this time, I think you are right!" ”

On the high ground, the Duke of Salantos Midknight held high the night owl banner representing the royal family and shouted:

"Gentlemen, all come here!

She summoned all the high-ranking officers of the right flank line and issued an order to them:

"The Guards offensive was supposed to defuse the enemy offensive and give us time to regroup our defenses. But now, they have done much more than I expected, and their attack has not only blocked the Coalition offensive, but also managed to make a gap! Gentlemen! A once-in-a-lifetime fighter is right in front of our eyes! I know what Mr. Simon will do, now it's up to me to decide!

Get your troops on all fronts! The Guards covering us continue to advance! ”

There was a moving scene on the battlefield of the Battle of the Nord River, and the right flank of the Duchy Army, which had been battered and bad, began to counterattack.

After a whole day of bloody fighting, some units had few men left, others had no officers, and a large number of units with mixed arms and chaotic formations were put together on a temporary basis.

Regular army, militia, national guard, mercenaries, line infantry, light infantry, grenadiers, engineers...... Different uniforms, different flags, these soldiers who had lost their original formation were organized into the same column or column to form a temporary regiment.

The lightly wounded were wrapped in blood-stained bandages, all of their faces had long been blackened by the smoke of gunpowder, and the soldiers in mixed clothes walked shoulder to shoulder and walked out of the line that had been held for a day.

Some of the cavalrymen lost their horses and joined the infantry with sabers in hand, and every distance they advanced fell from their wounds.

The right flank of the Principality, on the verge of collapse, struck on all fronts, and the dilapidated army fearlessly approached the enemy line and engaged the powerful coalition forces fiercely.

The troops, which were still well woven and had not suffered heavy losses, were concentrated in one place, and they advanced along the path opened by the Guards, covering the backs and flanks of the Guards.

With the timely help of friendly forces, the Principality's Guards, which had planned to retreat, continued their attack, and finally succeeded in breaking through the entire line of defense and began to occupy nearby strongholds in order to gain a foothold.

At about 17 o'clock, in a certain headquarters of the Four-Nation Alliance.

One of the commanders of the coalition forces, Prince Franz of the Sylvinian Empire, was holding a telescope, silently watching the battle, occasionally shaking off the dirt from his boots.

Suddenly, a shell whizzed by, scaring the generals of the coalition forces, and after a whole day of fierce fighting, the artillery fire of the principality army threatened their safety for the first time.

"Your Majesty! The guards of the principality rushed to the high ground! They have captured the Istal farmstead and are using it as a base for a new offensive! ”

Prince Franz's handsome face became distorted in an instant:

"What do you say? Oh my! The highlands and farmsteads must not be given to them! If this continues, we will be cut off from our allies! ”

The prince was so excited that his muscles flared up, and he clenched his fists and swung them up and down, stomping his feet hard.

"What do you say from the Knights? Why didn't they retake the heights? ”

"Your Majesty, the main cavalry of the Knights has been routed, the commander Prince Richton Stein is seriously wounded and dying, and their infantry line is about to collapse!"

"This presumptuous idiot! He actually took the main cavalry force to go around behind enemy lines to find death!

Now it's up to us to send out all our reserves! Plug the gap at all costs! ”

A general hurriedly took off his coat: "Your Majesty, I will take the 16th and 17th Divisions to attack the high ground, this is our last reserve!" Then he rode away, and was never heard from again.

In the field of view of the telescope, the flag of the duchy was still fluttering on the heights and farmsteads, the rear of the line was attacked by cavalry, and the number of troops fleeing was increasing, and Prince Franz felt a wave of dizziness.

(Will we fail?) No! No! Never! I took the initiative to invite Ying to participate in this battle in order to show my talent and stabilize my position...... If I go back with the remnants of the defeated army, my father will be disappointed in me...... ）

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his heart was both frightened and angry.

(It's okay...... Steady...... The League of Nobles and the Papal States still have the upper hand, and they will definitely crush the left flank of the Duchy and come to our aid! ）

At 17:55, the prince's last hope was also dashed.

The cannons of the Valstads were transported to the high ground and began to pour fire on the surrounding coalition columns.

Grim news from the dead-faced officer:

"Your Majesty, something is wrong, something has happened in the middle and on the right flank, the Principality Army has launched a counteroffensive on all fronts, and those Valstas are pouring up like crazy!

Our connection with the Knights has been severed! On the left flank, the aristocratic Confederation and the Papal States are also in a bitter battle! “

"What? How is this possible? ”

"The Valstadians gave up their lives to pounce, but our allies didn't do their best, the Papal States still has 5 complete infantry divisions on standby in the rear, and the Knights are also hiding their elites in the snow, they just refuse to send more reserves, and it looks like they are all about to withdraw!"

Prince Franz kicked over a snare drum and shouted angrily:

"Bastards! They all want to preserve their strength and weaken the allies through the Valstas! The coalition forces are deceitful and have their own ghosts! How can this still be warn? ”

At about 18 o'clock in the afternoon, twilight fell, the front of the four-nation coalition began to retreat, and the Duchy of Valstad sent a large number of cavalry to launch a merciless pursuit, and soon, the orderly retreat of the coalition army turned into a rout.

The rout fled to the banks of the Nord River, and in order to fight for the limited pontoon bridges and shoals, the former friendly forces began to attack each other, and many fell off the pontoon bridges and were swept away by the raging waters.

Even the most pious knightly nobles threw down their sacred banners and fled for their lives.

Prince Franz of the Sylvinian Empire crowded across the pontoon bridge with his soldiers, and in order to avoid capture, he took off his splendid military uniform, threw his crown of gold into the river, and then put on the coarse cloth of a commoner, and fled into the forest in disarray.