The murderous lancers were rapidly approaching, and the soldiers of the noble alliance on the road were stunned, the chill of death had penetrated their bodies.

"Hurry back to the position!" An artillery officer of the Noble League hurriedly shouted, but the soldiers who had gone out to place the barricades were too far away from the position to retreat.

The speed of the steppe horses is so fast that they are also on the gentle slopes of the ridge.

"Kill them all! Clear the coast! General Ivan shouted.

The lancers lowered the tips of their guns, and the small red banners on the cavalry spears were blown by the strong wind, what a fierce momentum, the artillerymen who left the position were frightened and lost their souls, they had nowhere to escape, some jumped off the cliffs in despair, many tried to resist, and soon they were stabbed to death by their spears, hacked to death by sabers, and trampled by horses' hooves.

The few remaining living artillerymen ran towards their positions, "Don't fire!" Help us! They ran and cried.

"Damn, don't care, shoot!" The artillery officer on the position took the ignition stick and lit the fuse.

Solid cannonballs struck with strong winds, and the soldiers of the Noble League above and on the sides of the ridge raised their rifles to shoot at the incoming knights, and the corpses of men and horses fell off the cliffs.

The lancers were undaunted, and they plunged the spurs of their boots deep into the belly of their horses, and the eyes of the steppe horses were red, and these strong beasts accelerated a second time on the steep slope, and were about to rush in front of the artillery position, when they were met with a merciless salvo of shotguns.

General Ivan's horse was hit by a shrapnel fragment and rolled down, and he himself fell into the mud, and the cavalry spear came out of his palm and stuck in the dirt in the distance, but he quickly broke free from the shackles of the stirrups and got up again, by this time his cavalry had already crossed the wooden fence, rushed into the position and began to kill.

General Ivan roared in rage, and rushed over the wooden fence, drawing his curved-bladed saber from his waist, and finding the position like hell, full of shouts of killing and cries for mercy, an officer of the noble alliance raised his hand in surrender, but was soon stabbed through the chest with a rifle.

After being subjected to head-on shelling, the lancers no longer had the luxury of expecting the enemy to be merciful to them, so they themselves showed no mercy, and the Valstas no longer cared about their compatriots, and the disputes between the factions made them all red-eyed.

General Ivan looked around on foot and happened to see a gunner dropping his cannon and trying to escape, he hurriedly chased after him and slashed at the opponent's back, "Die, you coward!" ”

The slash caused a deep wound, and the other party threw himself into the mud, "My lord! I give up! The other party turned over, snot and tears, and leaned up to him to beg for mercy, "Don't kill me, I have a child!" ”

Ivan was unmoved, "Bastard, you should have surrendered before you fired your guns!" I want to avenge my comrades! He cursed, and then slashed half of the artilleryman's neck, killing him, and the blood splattered from the arteries in his neck stained his face red.

By the time he had pulled out his rifle from the dirt, the battle around him was over, with many broken rifles stuck diagonally on the ground, discarded sabers and flintlock rifles littering the ground, the two artillery batteries on the position had been completely annihilated, and the light infantry standing on the hillside with cold guns had been driven off the cliff.

Field Marshal Leopold, who was watching the battle at the foot of the mountain, excitedly shouted: "Great! The first position was easily taken! ”

He had expected General Ivan's Lancer Regiment to stay where it was, waiting for the support of the 20th Infantry Division, but he still underestimated the fighting power of the steppe people.

At the front, three squadrons of lancers had converged, and a cavalry captain brought a war horse, "General! The spare horse is coming! ”

"Thank you," General Ivan took the reins, leaped on his horse with agility, quickly slapped the dirt off his body, wiped the blood stains on his face, and then ordered in a loud voice: "Lancer regiment!" Regroup! After the first squadron retreats, the other teams fill in the position! ”

The trumpets sounded again, and the 2nd and 3rd squadrons, which were the new force, came to the front of the ranks, and the damaged squadrons moved to the back row.

General Ivan raised his binoculars and couldn't help frowning.

The mountain road ahead was fairly flat and suitable for a charge, but the enemy's defenses were excellent, with two artillery positions on the left and right at the end of the road, and loose light infantry as a supplement to the fire, not to mention a large number of line infantry on the anticline of the ridge.

(Thanks to those brave infantry division comrades, who helped us clear the barricades with their lives, otherwise this would really not be able to fight,) he thought silently.

Ivan raised his rifle and shouted the order: "Boys! Victory lies ahead! The 2nd Squadron followed me to attack the position on the left, the 3rd Squadron followed Major Sasha to attack the position on the right, and the 1st Squadron was responsible for supporting at all times, for the sake of His Majesty the Duke! Come on! ”

"Third Squadron, follow me! Come on! His old friend, Major Sasha, roared as well.

The lancers charged again, and when they came into range, the two artillery positions in front opened fire on them almost simultaneously, and the solid shells formed a crossfire, killing the cavalrymen who were hit on the spot, and one of the horses had his leg broken, and he fell off the cliff with the cavalry in the saddle.

After rushing halfway through, the enemy light infantry raised their guns and fired at them, the dense small projectiles and cannon shells formed a barrage of death, countless cavalry were shot and killed, the horses that lost their riders continued to run forward, some cavalry threw down their spears, took off the carbines they were carrying behind them, and fired at the enemy troops on the flank, but with little effect.

Ivan's second horse was hit by a projectile again, and after falling off his horse, he was thrown to the rear by the cavalry team, and the adjutant couldn't help but look back at him, "Leave me alone!" Keep moving! I'll be there soon! He roared, and then changed into the third horse of the day.

Approaching the position on the left, the cannons in front of him roared, and a salvo of shotguns arrived as scheduled, killing almost all the cavalry in the first column.

"Ahh No! Carlczynsski! A cavalry lieutenant in the back row looked at his friend who had fallen from his horse and died, "I will avenge you!" ”

With that, he got up from his saddle and leaped over the wooden fence in front of the position, while another comrade jumped at the same time, and together they pushed the wooden fence off the cliff, filled the pit with sandbags around him, and then drew his saber and rushed at the cannon.

But the light infantry loaded their ammunition and fired a volley at the two men, and the two warriors fell to the ground with several bullets, and their death did not take a step back, and their sacrifice opened the way for the cavalry behind them, and the angry cavalry rushed in from the breach, stabbing and slashing everywhere in the crowd.