'Command, Lord Commander-in-Chief, let us teach these daring fellows a good lesson!' Behind Baron Saint-Sauvelle, a young and vigorous blonde officer in armor rode out of the ranks of officers,

His name is Eric, and he is the squadron leader of the newly promoted No. 3 Squadron of the O'Acha National Guard, and the officers under his command are all enthusiastic young Zhuang officers.

These young Zhuang factions advocated military reform to change the weak situation of O'Acha in the north-west, and especially worshiped the Denian model of pursuing a militarized population for all.

Believing that the concept of 'the army is the state, and the state is the army' advocated by the Duke of Denia, who is in the country, is the medicine that can finally change the status quo of O'Acha,

'Only by militarizing the country, and infinitely raising the status of the generals, above all other classes, can a remote area like O'Acha have an explosive increase in military strength in a short period of time, and finally stand out from the northwest and become a real force in the northwest, instead of being sandwiched between several forces and relying on other big trees to survive' These inspiring words of the young Zhuang faction are very popular among the nobility of O'acha,

Baron Saint-Sauvelle, who had participated in the terrible Battle of Eqazer fifteen years ago, was much more cautious about Eric's request.

He did not give the order to attack immediately, but ordered the troops to move closer to him, and O'Acha's army assembled outside the forest, facing the steppe cavalry's long-range shooting like a torrential rain, the previous practice was to rely on the superiority of troops, and adopt the tactics of advancing layer by layer to drive away, but in doing so, the enemy would immediately turn and flee without fighting spirit when he found himself invulnerable.

'Your Excellency, our slow build-up is simply delaying time, and will only make the other party laugh!' Eric was a little impatient. Again unwilling to ask Baron Saint-Sauvelle

'The enemy has only 1,000 men, and we have 7,000 men, if you don't feel at ease, you can use my second squadron as the vanguard of the whole army, and we will definitely be the first to break the enemy's line.'

'Yes, Commander-in-Chief, that's too much!'

The young officer's words resonated with the others, and the officers' eyes were focused on the gloomy Baron Saint-Sauva in front of them,

There was longing in his restless eyes. They already knew that just last night, it was this lone enemy who attacked the capital city of Oleon Fort behind them, killing and wounding more than a thousand people.

It's really an unspeakable shame, every time I think of this, the officers of the Young Zhuang faction can feel that the blood in their bodies is burning, and the current situation of the country is touching the nerves of the young Zhuang faction every day, within a few days. It was a great shame that the land had been lost, and that these arrogant men had attacked the capital with the disgrace of O'Acha's soldiers. It's just rampant!

Feeling that he had been too cautious, Baron Saint-Sauvet finally gave the order to attack under the persuasion of the crowd, and the infantry in neat formations began to advance like waves. Two hundred-strong cavalry troops, neatly guarded on either side of the advancing infantry,

The land of September. Flashing with a withered yellow color, the spears advancing neatly, like the light and shadow shining from the gap in the forest, brought a kind of cold rise in people's hearts

'What a magnificent!' Even if he didn't want to admit it in his heart, Baron Saint-Sauva was excited by the sight in front of him.

The morning rise, the meadow in front of the forest, six thousand O'acha infantry, approaching in the direction of the forest with heavy and neat steps, such a scene I don't remember how many years I haven't seen

'Forward, crush them!'

The young officers were at the back of the queue, loudly driving their respective troops, their voices were full of irrepressible excitement, finally there was a real battle, although the scale was not large, and the comparison of forces was also very different, but this qiē was not important, from victory to victory, the young officers were to let those leading figures who were stationed in the capital take a look, only a strong army could really protect them, soldiers should become the backbone of this world, this battle, will become a turning point in the history of O'acha

'Target a hundred meters, scatter!'

The steppe cavalry began to raise the bow and arrow in their hands towards the oblique angle, and in the face of this strong oppressive force, there was finally some panic, some scattered arrow clusters, shot from a distant direction, either blocked by the shields in the front row, or inserted into the soft soil in front of the military formation, this weak counterattack, so that the morale of the O'acha soldiers increased rapidly, and the neat footsteps shook the mountains even more,

'Look, Lord Commander-in-Chief, the enemy is completely vulnerable!'

Eric, who had just shouted an order to attack, pointed to the steppe cavalry on the edge of the forest opposite, and said next to Baron Saint-Sauvelle, 'Our army is six times their size, no matter how strong the opponent's combat power is, it is useless, our army's morale is high, I believe they are now in a panic!'

'No, you don't understand, the way the steppe cavalry fights, it's not what you think!' Baron Saint-Sauva's expression was quite calm, his eyebrows tightly wrinkled together, he was not one of these fledgling young Zhuang officers who had never even fought a real war, and he was carried away by the scene of the war.

War is not a heroic epic in the mouth of a poet that makes people feel excited, nor is it a magnificent wave of excitement in the historical papers, war is killing, just see who kills whom!

He looked at the steppe cavalry at the edge of the forest in the distance, and couldn't help but flash a tragic picture of war in his mind, arrows roared, soldiers fell in rows, and even the appearance of the enemy could not be seen clearly, and the troops were scattered on a large scale.

The snow bright scimitar that slipped from the air brought up hideous red blood, the earth was stained red, the village was burning, the land where the horse's hooves passed was covered with white bones, and the sides of the road were empty and uninhabited. Every dozen miles, you can see the landscape piled up with human heads

When the steppe cavalry was raging in O'Acha, Baron Saint-Sauva, as a lord who resolutely resisted at that time, was quite impressed by the stormy assault combat methods of these steppe cavalry, his deep eyes flashed with the luster of memory, and the horsewhip in his hand gently slapped the riding boots, and Yan said 'Our battle began with the two armies fighting each other, but their way of fighting was really launched in a hundred meters!'

'A hundred meters?' Can this loose rain of arrows be called a battle?'

Eric pointed at the corner of his mouth, and sneered with some disdain, hearing Eric's ridicule, Baron Saint-Sauva was reluctant to explain anything. He just felt the faint uneasiness in his heart, which seemed to be getting stricter and stricter

'Why is this so, this is not the style of the steppe cavalry!' Baron Saint-Sauva looked around with blazing eyes, and muttered in a low voice, the scattered arrows of the other party were completely out of step with the swift and wind-like cavalry that covered the sky in his impression, not so much fighting as seducing!

The horseshoe prints on that river beach are a little too dense. It's really not like a thousand people, is it...... The thought was like a cold flash of light sliding through his mind, the seduction tactics of the steppe cavalry!

'Command, stop advancing!'

Baron Saint-Sauvis raised his whip and shouted with a nervous expression,

The neat footsteps of the six thousand infantry stopped, and everyone could look behind, not knowing what was happening, suddenly. A faint sound of the ground shaking, like a groan coming from underground,

"What's going on, what's the sound" the officers looked at each other. Soon, this faint vibration sound, like a clear feeling like a dense drum beating in a person's heart, the earth is shaking. It's already very clear

'What kind of voice is this...... ' Eric, who had been beaming proudly just now, was stunned as he looked at the experienced Baron Saint-Sauvel in confusion. But what he saw was the pale face of Baron Saint-Sauvie, and his body trembling on his warhorse,

Nightmare, why hasn't this nightmare woken up yet,

Baron Saint-Sauvia's gray-white pupils, at this moment, even constricted into a small dot, the hand holding the horsewhip was overexerted, and the five knuckles were white, fifteen years ago, that terrible memory was pulled out again,

'Watch out for the flanks, the cavalry, a large number of cavalry is ......!'

The mournful shouts of one of the scout cavalrymen in charge of the flank shook all Jean, and before he could finish his shout, a white line as swift as lightning suddenly shot into his throat, and bright red blood rushed out of his neck,

The corpse shook and fell from the warhorse,

"What is the situation!' The O'acha army was stunned, but war never gives the loser a chance to sigh, and a minute later, where the corpse fell, a long black line, like a flock of eagles falling from the sky, rushed down from the high ground

'Collapse!' The violent and rapid bowstring vibrate, bringing a crisp sound like a torrential rain crashing on the hard ground, black armor like a tide, white feathers, in an instant, filled the sky, a violent whistling sound that shook the sky, countless white lines, like a torrential rain falling from the sky, covered the Oacha people on the flat ground from the side,

'Attention, arrows!'

The wave advance line of the six thousand Oacha soldiers immediately became a mess, and countless arrows pierced the sky, and at that moment, even the Oacha people below had a feeling that the sky was covered,

Before many soldiers could shout, the head-on arrows smashed on their heads, and a squadron at the front, without even saying a word, was shot through the body by countless arrows, and the corpses rolled down to the muddy ground in pieces.

In the eyes of the O'acha people, the golden color of the morning sun is as bright red as the sunset, and the black frenzy brings a bloody hideousness

At the moment of initial contact, the officers of O'Acha showed a very good appearance,

'Don't mess around, stay ground!'

The officers of O'Acha kept their troops in a loud voice, and some of the elite soldiers formed a gun formation to stop the cavalry's speed, and the soldiers began to erect tall and heavy tower shields, nailed their feet firmly to the ground, and clenched the cold metal barrels of their spears in their hands.

The "boom" raindrops turned into muffled thunder, and the shaking of the ground made everyone's hearts pound.

"Steady, there is nothing to fear, the enemy's cavalry will not break through the spear array!" O'Acha's officers struggled to maintain their formation, although their faces turned pale with fright, and none of them chose to retreat or flee.

The teeth of the soldiers in the front row involuntarily made a 'gurgling' sound, their faces turned pale, and the ground trembled, as if they would crack at any time.

In the remote northwest region, the number of cavalry has always been scarce, and most of the soldiers are not mentally prepared to deal with the cavalry, and in an instant, the steppe cavalry on horseback was stabbed into the body by the spear, and the whole let was bounced out, blocking the spearmen in front of them. was knocked out by a greater reaction force, the barrel of the gun was broken, and blood was spilled from the place of collision, and the second team of steppe cavalry quickly shouted with the wind and hideousness, and rushed in with a bright scimitar in hand,

In barely a minute, the improvised thin array of guns, like building blocks without support, was completely overwhelmed by the heavily armed melee royal cavalry, and the black cavalry completely rushed into O'Acharang's ranks. This momentum is like a hurricane, invincible, ruined, thunderous momentum, no one, no order, no commander can stop! The O'acha soldiers were so frightened that they fled backwards, "Mom, run for your life!"

In front of the eyes of the O'acha soldiers, the snow-bright sword light rolled like lightning all over the mountains. Where the surging black-armored cavalry passed, the soldiers were scattered in the middle by the black cavalry group before they could react, and they were under the weight of the thunderous cavalry group. The soldiers were completely unable to withstand it, and it was impossible to even stabilize their footing, and they retreated step by step. One by one, they were poked through by the opposing cavalry, and the corpses were chopped into the dust. Trampled into flesh by the horse's hooves, the fierce attack of the ironclad cavalry was like a great avalanche. No one can stop "It's terrible! I can't even stop it for a moment!"

The young officers of O'Acha are completely frightened, and Eric is even more helpless, their lack of experience, just with their enthusiasm, they are really facing the mutation, they are a group of panicked rookies,

Only then did they realize that the other side was almost equal in number to their own, and on the flat plain, the infantry was completely unable to compete with the cavalry clusters, and the gun arrays mentioned in the military canon, in front of such a number of cavalry, were simply a joke, and the corpses of the soldiers were trampled and scattered, and the officers screamed loudly, and the scattered soldiers scurried like headless flies

Everybody is running for their lives,

The cruelty of the war shattered all the dreams of the O'acha officers at once, and victory, which turned out to be so far away,

It's not war, it's slaughter, naked slaughter,

No one expected that the onslaught of the cavalry cluster would be so terrible, it was simply an unstoppable torrent of steel, and on the plain, how ridiculous it was to expect to block the hooves of the cavalry cluster with infantry,

Quite a few squadrons were crippled at the moment they first came into contact, and they became underground corpses in less than two minutes.

The crescent-like light of the sword shook in front of the eyes of all O'Acharang, like a scythe from the devil of hell harvesting human life, and when it fell, it was a rolling of human heads with blood, and most of O'acha's soldiers were city soldiers who had never been on the battlefield, and the murderous slaughter scene in front of them had made them stupid,

'Don't kill me, I surrender!'

One of the soldiers was frightened to a few points, and shouted in fear at the oncoming black cavalry, and the answer was the sharp sword light falling head-on,

Before he could shut up, his head separated from his body and flew into the sky like a ball that had been kicked away.

The sound of horses' hooves was like muffled thunder, which made O'Acha's heart tremble, and the squadrons that stopped in the middle one by one were swept in like a huge black typhoon, and it was Jean who sucked in, spitting out piles of minced meat residues,

Whether it was a person or a horse, under the weight of this torrent of black iron armor, they all fell to the ground, and the huge sound of horses' hooves that shook the earth was a long roar to launch a lore against the O'acha people

Everywhere there was the clamor of the Oacha people, 'Run, run!' and 'Dead!'

"It's over, it's all over!"

It was only at this moment that Baron Saint-Sauva woke up from his nightmare, and before his eyes was the routing army of O'Acha, the soldiers scattered and fled, the scattered ranks spread all over the hilly land, and the black spots of the dancing human heads were like water that had opened the floodgates,

Trampling, crowding, tumbling, colliding, white flowers of weapons thrown to the ground,

Everywhere were discarded flags, and behind them, the black cavalry followed, and they kept driving the rout in front with the bows and arrows in their hands, consuming the body of the rout, as long as they found that the rout showed signs of wanting to stay, rows of arrows, like the wind, shot out from the hands of these black cavalrymen who followed behind, like ghosts, until the last man fell to the ground with a cluster of arrows,

The slaughter lasted for four hours, and the five thousand steppe cavalry finally stopped on the river beach, and the river was as clear as it was when it came.

A thousand horsemen dismounted from his horse, picked up a broken pebble from the riverbank, and slammed it towards the river in the distance, splashing and reflecting in a red sun

The battle of O'acha, according to post-war statistics, the survival rate of this battle was zero, and a full 7,354 soldiers did not survive.

The commander, Baron Saint-Sauvelle, was so slashed by a knife in the heat of battle that his identity could only be confirmed by virtue of a severed finger bearing the heraldic ring of the Saint-Sauvis family.

The demise of the main force of O'acha completely exposed the capital of O'acha, Fort Olailong, to the blows of the steppe cavalry.

In the big rear of the anti-Julils family alliance, there is a huge loophole,

Three days later, news came from Auleron Castle that the Marquis of Pampeuf had announced its withdrawal from the Alliance, and the battle changed more than just the fate of O'Acha.

When the news came out, the entire anti-Julils family alliance shook, first Haicheng, then O'Acha, who will be next......?