There were still three or four platoons of cavalry blocking the uphill road, they had fallen in morale due to heavy losses, and they could already see the artillery positions not far away, and everyone felt that victory was in sight.

Suddenly, a burst of artillery rang out, and a large number of enemy cavalry were hit from the rear, both men and horses were beaten to a bloody blur by shotguns, and the remaining enemy cavalry was almost completely wiped out, and their own front row was also lost.

The most fatal thing was that the road ahead was blocked by corpses, and several cuirassiers who were wounded and fell from their horses hurried over to remove the corpses and open the way for the next charge.

A cuirassier was hit in the shoulder by a shotgun shotgun, he covered his wounds with a shocked face:

"Are these guys crazy...... He actually fired at the backs of his own people! ”

Another sergeant was shot in the leg, gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and said:

"What a wreck! These cultists have no worldly feelings, and they can do anything morally corrupt! ”

Someone noticed that the brigade commander in the front row lowered his head and seemed to be injured, and hurriedly shouted: "Oh my God, it's not good, Her Royal Highness has been hit!" ”

The attendant military attache Pierre urged his mount to come to the side of the princess, and when he saw that she was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you okay?" Brigade? ”

Colonel Edgar Midknight, who seemed to be stunned by the sudden shelling, looked a little sluggish, raised her arm, looked at her elbow that had been grazed by the shotgun, and then at her breastplate, which was riddled with dents:

"The cuirass protects the vital parts, I ...... I'm fine, it's just some skin trauma, it's not worth mentioning......" Suddenly, the big black horse under the crotch of the princess in military uniform let out a painful neighing sound, and gradually tilted.

"Damn! My little briquettes are hurt! Edgar hurriedly bent down and squinted at the horse's right hind leg,

The little briquette was shot in many places on his body, especially in his legs, and he was holding on with his willpower.

Two seconds later, the stout black steed could no longer hold it and collapsed, and Edgar broke out of the saddle with a nimble roll, and she quickly discovered the main reason for the horse's fall—

A large chunk of fur on the horse's chest rolled up, revealing the bloody musculature underneath, and red blood gushed out from the wound in a steaming mist.

She crouched down, her long silver hair hanging down and intertwined with the black mane of the little briquette, and stroked the horse's big hairy ears with her slender right hand:

"Oh my God, my poor little briquette...... It's dying, it's painful! ”

Edgar's heart aches at the thought of the quality time she spent with her foal, but unfortunately the cruel world doesn't leave her time for sentimentality, and the enemy gunners are reloading the next round of shotguns.

Edgar Midknight wiped her red and swollen eyes, and said to a cuirassier officer beside him who had dismounted:

"Ensign Kayorn, kill it with this gun and let it go!"

As she spoke, she pulled out a large-caliber double-barreled shotgun from her belt and handed it to Second Lieutenant Kayorn.

"Yes!" The officer did a good job of fulfilling the task assigned to him by the brigade commander, and the two bullets of the shotgun completely destroyed the heart of the war horse, and the little briquette closed its eyes.

Edgar turned her face to see a maroon horse standing quietly in the dirt beside her, looking down at the corpse of its owner—

It was a young cuirassier, with smooth cheeks and no beard, and he looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old at most, his neck pierced by a shrapnel fragment, and his cervical vertebrae exposed.

"Rest in peace, little Rusierle, and I will give you the gift I've always wanted." As he spoke, Edgar kissed the corpse's remaining face, tightened the reins of the maroon warhorse, and whispered to it:

"Little cutie, your master has done his duty, you should be proud of him, next, carry me to battle!"

She quickly rolled her horse, and by this time the corpses of the enemy in front of her had been pushed away, and the cathar artillery on the position could be seen scrambled to reload shotguns.

The princess rushed out without saying a word, and the attendant military attache Pierre shouted:

"Long live the Emperor!"

Lead the cuirassiers to follow up in time.

The fire on the forward positions was accompanied by another salvo of shotguns, and due to the unprofessionalism of the enemy artillery, several 9-pounder cannons were silent, nevertheless, inflicting great damage on the cuirassiers.

Edgar's improved cuirass delivered her a fatal blow again, and the maroon mount fell several times, the second horse she had lost in a day.

Without the slightest hesitation, she ran and rushed towards it with full of anger and murderous intent.

Pierre's mount was also killed, he himself was shot in the thigh, and with great difficulty pulling his boots out of his stirrups, limping after his idol as he continued to overtake him on horseback or running.

The infantry who came to protect the position were quickly killed, the enemy artillery put up a weak resistance with pistols, sabers and loading rods, and the cuirassiers were like wolves into the flock, unstoppable.

Edgar's anger completely burned her pity, and a pair of beautiful purple eyes were filled with tyrannical killing intent,

With a heavy saber in her left hand and a long-handled battle axe in her right hand, she swirled and attacked, like a violent tornado that swept through the entire position, and rivers of blood flowed and heads rolled in her path.

By the time Pierre limped to follow, the battle was over, and he had to join forces with several comrades to hold on to the insane princess, who almost slashed Pierre with an axe.

"Brigadier Commander! Calm down! ”

Edgar's legs went limp, and he began to take a deep breath: "I'm sorry, Pierre, I've made this old mistake again......"

"Your Royal Highness, the offensive on the left flank has succeeded!" An officer happily handed her a telescope.

Two smaller artillery positions on the slope of the left flank were also leveled by cavalry, and Sigret and Nikolai were waving at them.

"The mission was accomplished, but we lost a lot of money on both the left and right wings, and I saw that both Sigrid and Nikolai were on the line."

The princess in uniform lowered her binoculars, stepped on a horse that had lost its owner, and led her troops towards the back of the enemy infantry.

The cathars were still holding on to their fortifications, they were outnumbered, and there were plenty of reinforcements to look forward to, but now that the battle had settled, the defenders could no longer afford to turn over.

Overwhelmed by Imperial infantry and cavalry, the enemy's line infantry, grenadiers, and light infantry were constantly compressed into living space, and finally the different units were driven into a large log fortress in the center of the battlefield.

"Surrender, Gentlemen Solan! Your tenacity in fighting is respectable, everything is a foregone conclusion, there is no point in continuing to resist! ”

An Imperial Army captain went to persuade him to surrender, but the response was bullets and scolding:

"Eat! Heathen! ”

Prince Meyer was furious and gave the order for a general attack:

"These cultists have broken brains, General William, use cannons to sober them up!"

Legend of the Heroes of Valstad