"Rush!" The flag bearer shouted, his cavalry fluttering the regimental flag of the Saker Lancers, an offensive military flag, after stabbing three artillerymen in succession, he was shot in the head and fell off his horse, and the subsequent cavalry picked up the blood-stained flag and took the place of the flag bearer.

At this time, General Ivan was shot again, his thigh was hit by a rifle projectile, and his mount under the crotch was also shot and fell to the ground, this was the third horse he lost in one day, and the horses left by the sacrificial cavalry ran around, so he quickly found his fourth mount and rode it into the artillery position on the left.

"Brethren, I'm coming!" He shouted excitedly.

The momentum of the war horse, combined with the excellent brawny strength of General Ivan, made the cold and dazzling spear head indestructible.

He pierced the chest of a small light infantryman, the strong muscles of his upper arm clamped, "Drink! With another force, the body of the gun continued to stab forward, piercing the lower abdomen of an artillery officer, and the tip of the gun finally pierced the barrel of the cannon, and the overwhelmed barrel finally broke.

Ivan decisively threw down the broken cavalry spear, looked at the two corpses worn on it, and then drew his saber and rode into the crowd, standing on the stirrup and bending his body to slash left and right, and the cavalry next to him were doing the same.

"Don't run! Take up arms and resist! A noble League officer shouted hoarsely.

Two legs could not outrun four hooves, and the soldiers of the noble Confederate army knew this, so the light infantry raised their bayonets and the artillerymen put up desperate resistance with loading sticks.

They were surrounded by fierce cavalry, and since many of their fellow cavalrymen had died under artillery fire, it was clear that the other side did not want to leave prisoners, and the defenders had no choice but to give it a go and fight until the last moment.

Ivan's fourth horse was stabbed with a bayonet again, he quickly got up, split half of the head of the light infantry, avenged the horse, he was covered in blood, limped forward, one arm was cut again, he quickly cut down the next opponent, kicked down the corpse.

"Hahaha!" He enjoyed the moment with open arms, "Ah! What a killing feast! ”

Blood splattered everywhere, slimy entrails flowed all over the floor, and the smell of blood was so fragrant that it was a wonderful moment to harvest life.

A cavalry captain ran towards him: "Report to the general!" Major Sasha led the 3rd Squadron to take the right position! ”

"Well done! Worthy of being my good brother! ”

"Oh no!" Another cavalryman came and reported, "The enemy's reserves are coming from the back of the ridge!" They want to retake their positions! ”

"Damn it!" Ivan slapped his forehead hard, only celebrating the victory in front of him, forgetting that the opponent still had the last hole card.

The privates of the League of Nobles marched steadily in dense columns, trying to force back the cavalry with a dense jungle of guns and bayonets.

At this critical moment, General Robert arrived in time with the 20th Infantry Division, holding in his arms the body of his son, Colonel Sam, the commander of the grenadier battalion.

With tears in his eyes, the veteran said angrily, "Brothers of the 20th Division, avenge your comrades-in-arms!" With that, he handed over his son's body to a cavalryman and walked himself to the first column.

After a volley, dozens of men on each side fell, and the grenadier battalion of the 20th Infantry Division rushed forward first, "Avenge Colonel Sam!" The deputy commander of the grenadier battalion shouted.

On this narrow mountain road, thousands of soldiers were huddled together, and the bayonets were not easy to use, so they turned to daggers, fists, and even teeth. After the spearmen had eliminated the artillery and light infantry, they also rushed into the crowd and joined the melee.

Without any strategy or formation, only face-to-face fighting, the Duchy army was overwhelming in numbers, with an average of five men besieging a noble Confederate soldier.

"No! Evacuate! Cover me! A tall, lanky officer of the Noble Alliance shouted that after more than half of the casualties, his men had lost their fighting spirit, and many had already abandoned their weapons and surrendered to the Duchy army, and the recalcitrant ones were soon killed on the spot.

In the midst of the confusion, General Robert recognized the rank of major general, and he was sure that the tall, lanky officer was the commander of the enemy army.

"That's the bastard! That's the position he set up! Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him with my own hands! ”

The soldiers consciously flashed to the side to make way for the angry old general.

Two ragged generals stood face to face.

"Your men killed my son!" General Robert said angrily, "I am the Principality of Valstad, the commander of the 20th Infantry Division, General Robert Delcht, report your name!" ”

In the face of this father's anger, the lanky general looked a little timid, and he replied, "The commander of the Mountain Infantry Brigade of the Noble Alliance 'Rock Sheep' Mountain Infantry Brigade - Major General Gene Green," he said, he half-knelt down and threw away the saber in his hand, "I have lost, surrender to you." ”

Robert kicked his sword back, "I don't accept your surrender!" Pick up your sword, I'm going to duel you! ”

"General Robert...... Now that the outcome has been decided, it's time to end ......"

"The battle of the soldiers is over, but the grudge between us is not over!"

"But I didn't kill your son, one of my subordinates killed you!"

"Yes, I can't figure out who killed it, so I can only find you to solve this matter!"

"You have violated the international laws of war! As a captive, I need to be treated mercifully! ”

"Don't talk about the laws of war, Major General Keent, it's not about the national level, it's about the two of us, and I'm not executing you, I'm going to launch a fair, one-on-one duel with you."

"Please, don't ...... like that"

"Hmph, don't you dare face the wrath of an old man?"

Major General Keente glanced up at General Robert, in front of him was an old man with a white beard, and he was quite accomplished in swordsmanship, which gave him some hope, and then nodded, "Then come on." He picked up his sword.

At this time, General Ivan limped to them, and quickly realized what was happening: "Make room for them in the duel!" He ordered the soldiers beside him.

The crowd dispersed, leaving a twenty-yard clearing, surrounded by Principality soldiers, and disarmed captives watching secretly.

General Robert of the Duchy of Valstad, holding a heavy curved-bladed saber full of gaps, stands on the right, and Major General Keen of the Noble Confederate stands on the left, holding a sword carved with ornate ornamentation.

Before Ivan could announce the start, General Robert rushed forward impatiently, paying the price for his recklessness, being stabbed in one shoulder and blood gushing out.