The cuirassiers of the Guards marched forward bravely and collided head-on with the enemy cavalry, and for a time people turned on their backs, shouting and killing were endless.

Whether it is in terms of the quality of the horses or the quality of individual combat, this elite Imperial Guard, which can be called the elite of the elite, has the absolute upper hand.

Compared to the stout, high-headed horses ridden by the Guards soldiers, the dwarf horses mounted by the enemy were at best donkeys or mules.

Many of the cathar light cavalry were knocked out of the way, fell to the bottom of the high ground and broke their bones, and those who did not fall were quickly trampled by iron hooves.

The main advantage of the cathars is in numbers,

The members of this cavalry were fanatical followers of the Soskaya Voodoo cult, and the leading officers were voodoo priests, and they were also accompanied by the Overseers.

Despite their poor professionalism and equipment, their fighting spirit is unquestionable, with many of their faces covered with religious symbols, and some wearing brass rings on their noses and mouths, looking rather bloodthirsty and crazy.

"For the Regent, for the Dark Patriarch! Destroy the Vasta heretics! ”

The cultists tried their best to hold back the enemy's offensive in order to protect their artillery positions.

A dark-skinned hussar with white religious symbols painted on his face slashed at him with a curved blade.

Pierre easily caught the clumsy blow with the blade of his knife, drew his pistol with his left hand, opened the safety with one hand and pulled the trigger, blowing the guy's black head melon.

"Die! Cultists! His vision blurred, so he wiped the brains and blood splashed on his face with the sleeve of his military uniform, threw away his pistol, and swung his knife at the next enemy.

Counting the one just now, the squire military attache Pierre had already killed three enemies in a row, but this was not a record worth boasting about, these cultists were negligent in training, and their riding skills and swordsmanship were too clumsy, but the number was annoying, and they were not afraid of death, killing one and meeting three more.

The cuirassiers around him seemed to be engaged in a killing race, and whoever did not kill seven or eight enemy soldiers before they died in battle would seem to be holding back this elite army.

Pierre fended off the slashing saber with a bowl-shaped gauntlet, and then stabbed through the neck of one of the dragoons with a precise straight slash, then sliced sideways to slice open his opponent's arteries and trachea.

This was the fourth person he had killed, and Pierre was out of breath from exhaustion, but he was already full of self-confidence, convinced that he and his comrades around him would be able to win.

(I'm sure I'll be able to get a medal, but not a normal one, a silver palm leaf cross!) I'm going to wear it home and propose to Miss Candace! ）

At this time, he suddenly noticed the danger, and in the distance, an enemy chaser in a green uniform was holding a carbine, aiming in the direction of the princess in uniform.

"Brigadier Beware!"

Edgar tilted, bullets slicing past her neck.

"Woohoo...... It's so dangerous, I almost hung up...... Thank you, Pierre! ”

"Lucky God is on our side! Sir! ”

The power of the princess in uniform is unstoppable, and every time she takes the enemy's life within three moves, even the craziest cultists show fear in front of her.

Another enemy reinforcement rushed over and joined the warband, and the princess in uniform looked a little impatient.

(Got bogged down...... I have to be quick and not be held back for too long...... ）

In the midst of the chaos, Edgar saw the position of the enemy's flag bearer and commander, and she urged her horses to rush into the dense enemy pile without hesitation, and her comrades also rushed up to cover.

With a horizontal slash, cutting off a head and half of a body, the incredible strength and skill were revealed, and the cathar cavalry immediately realized who was the greatest threat, and sabers and spears from nowhere stabbed towards the princess in military uniform of the Empire,

Edgar was so confident in the defensive ability of the breastplate he was wearing that he didn't even bother to parry the attack with his sword,

Curved-bladed sabers and spears fell heavily on her breastplate, sending out countless sparks and leaving dents of various shapes.

Different from the cuirass equipped by ordinary soldiers, the cuirass made of this new composite material can not only defend against the attack of cold weapons, but can even resist the close fire of guns of various calibers.

It's just that because it's too heavy, ordinary people will be pressed to the point where they can't move, and only the divine power like a princess in military costume can equip this thing.

(Steel...... Please protect my body! ）

She pulled out her carbine from her saddle and killed the chaser who had attacked her, before drawing her pistol and killing an enemy who was holding her calf.

The goal is already at hand,

A flag of the cathar painted with a twelve-pointed star was fluttering right in front of it, held in the hands of the flag bearer of the enemy army.

The Voodoo priest in the burqa and hood next to him was apparently the commander of the enemy cavalry, giving orders to the people around him.

At the same time, the voodoo priest also saw the murderous knight and shouted:

"Concentrate your firepower and kill her!" Several people simultaneously raised their pistols or carbines and opened fire.

One projectile hit the princess's metal helmet, sending sparks flying and another breaking the helmet strap on the side of her cheek.

The heavy helmet fell off, revealing the bun, and the next bullet hit the iron ring hairpin used to hold the bun in the middle, and the long silver waterfall hair fell down, and a pair of purple eyes were startled for half a second, and then returned to normal.

Edgar felt a sharp pain in his head, and a warm current flowed down his head,

It turned out that the hairpin had been shattered by bullets, the splinters had cut the scalp, and blue blood was running down the door of the head to the high bridge of the nose, dripping from the pointed chin to the saddle.

The princess in military costume who had escaped was not frightened, on the contrary, she was even more excited by the sight of her own blood, like a wounded beast, like a mad tiger.

"Capture their banners! Come with me! ”

Pierre rushes to the princess with a group of men, which seems a little crazy, but it makes sense.

Even the emperor's youngest daughter, a member of the noble imperial family, is fighting bloodily, and what reason can he, an ordinary little person, retreat timidly.

"Come and save me!" When the voodoo priest saw the enemy attacking, he immediately called for the people around him to come and protect him, but all these efforts were in vain.

The princess's mount slammed directly into the dwarf enemy horse, and then bit the ear of one of the dismounted cavalrymen, tearing it off with such force that the man fainted.

"Well done! Little briquettes! Edgar stabbed his foe in the chest.

When she was about to draw her saber, the dagoon, who was about to die, grasped the blade firmly with his gloved hand, and pulled it vigorously into her arms, glaring at the princess in uniform with bloodshot eyes, and sneering:

"You stinky! The man of Valstad is dead, and he let the woman fill the number! ”

Admiring this man's courage, Edgar praised:

"What a warrior! It's a pity that he's a cultist! ”

With that, she let go of the hilt of her sword, pulled out the long-handled battle axe hidden behind her, and cut the man and horse in two with one axe.

"Now is it, kill their commander!"

Pierre took the opportunity to ride his horse forward, and the layers of corpses on the ground blocked the way,

He freed his boots from the stirrups, threw away his weapon, drew his dagger and bit it in his mouth, crouched on the saddle and leaped hard, and pounced on the voodoo priest in the burqa,

The opponent met the opponent with a strangely shaped sacrificial knife, where could the clergy beat a professional soldier, Pierre knocked down the opponent's weapon with an elbow, and stabbed the heart with a dagger, the blade completely submerged, only the handle was outside.

The commander was killed, the enemy cavalry fell into confusion, and a sergeant took the opportunity to shoot and kill the enemy flag bearer, seized the flag, threw it to the ground and trampled it.

Legend of the Heroes of Valstad