Vol 2 Chapter 90: The first battle (below)

A French soldier looked forward with his toes on his feet. This is a young child with a layer of fluff on his lips.
From the nervousness of taking part in the battle for the first time to the daze of doing nothing, the young Frenchman was inexperienced and over-excited. The enthusiastic mood of honor made him wish to squeeze to the front to replace those cowardly cowards. Those cavalrymen who were rushing towards the enemy formation on the battlefield.
So when he heard the roar of the shaking ground from the far side, he didn't pay attention at all.
The French eyes were completely attracted by the burning enemy car array. At this time, he seemed to see the rich loot and the envious eyes of returning home.
The first reaction came from a veteran not far from the young man. His experience made him hear the horseshoes getting closer and closer. It seemed that the horseshoes had not slowed down, and from the sound he heard that it was directed at the team. They came from behind.
Your own cavalry is in front, who are these behind?
And they are running towards their team, but they can't hear the sound of slowing down at all.
The veteran felt the danger approaching almost at the moment he heard the sound, but he had no time to desperately issue a warning of "There are enemies!", And he saw rolling from the slope, with countless in the dark The shining black shadow rushed towards their team.
The young Frenchman eventually failed to see the spoils, and no longer had the opportunity to enjoy the envy of his hometown. After the veteran warned, he had n’t figured out what was happening. He just felt a sudden cold wind from above his head. Then the cold wind quickly passed over his upper body. When he fell to the ground, he saw a group of black shadows rushing past, a few drops of hot things splashed on his face, he did not Knowing that it was his own blood, not even knowing that his neck had been cut open with a long cut that cut his neck bone directly.
The Bohemians almost ran forward along the back edge of the French infantry team. Few of them wore heavy armor, nor did they use spears and cavalry swords that represent the glory and courage of knights. The more pagan style saber is their most convenient weapon. When passing by the enemy, they do n’t even wait for the other party to react. By the speed of the galloping horse and the powerful and powerful arm of Wu Wu, the sharp saber will As if cutting a cheese, a terrible wound is instantly left on the poor enemy. No matter whether the knife is really successful or not, the Bohemians will not stop and continue to struggle, they will leave this enemy behind Keep up with the companion, and at the same time urge the warhorse to continue running forward, again wielding the knife to cut the next enemy.
When Viscount Gronob saw the enemy rushing down the left side of the hillside, all his attention was drawn to the Bohemians over there.
Although it is not known who the group of cavalry came out suddenly, the Viscount clearly knew that the presence of these enemies had caused him trouble.
He watched the Bohemians quickly approach the French cavalry from behind with a whirlwind speed, and then even if the cavalry knew that there was an enemy behind them, they had to continue to move forward because the charge had already begun and they could not change direction in time. When running, catch up with them at a very fast speed, and then began to attack them from behind.
The Viscount ’s anger at this moment ca n’t be described in any language. These enemies, no matter who they are, but the vile means that their Tatar and Turkic talents will anger him, Viscount can accept in face-to-face battles Defeated by the enemy, but unable to tolerate this kind of attack by a group of thieves who dare not even confront each other.
"Rush up, rush ... up!" Viscount strong endured the abnormal pain that would come under his ribs every time he made a sound, and he couldn't stop shouting into the distance, which made him suddenly not pay attention to the entourage knight suddenly The changed look did not pay attention to the chaos that suddenly came from the infantry team a little further away from him.
"Adult!" The entourage suddenly grabbed the Viscount's arm and forced him to turn around. Although it made the Viscount almost faint from the pain, when he saw the shadows that could not be passed from the infantry's side, Gronob The Viscount finally knew that the matter was serious.
The French had enemy cavalry on both sides of the hill, and now they were attacking from both sides.
The bohemian on the left is chasing a group of crazy and unstoppable bison-like French cavalry, while the cavalry on the right is constantly driving behind and beside the French infantry team like a flock of sheep. Slash and kill.
"Sir, what shall we do?" The entourage asked loudly, watching the two sides fighting ceaselessly. When he saw the Viscount turning his head blankly, there was a chill in his heart.
"Let the cavalry turn back, turn back to the cavalry!" Viscount Gronob finally commanded loudly, but he soon knew that the order was obviously impossible to execute.
The car array is in front of us, but the French cavalry who are running constantly have to try their best to change their direction. The cavalry who can not stop at the front can only rely on the huge cry with a crazy cry The rushing force slammed into the car array.
The first cavalry who rushed into the car array didn't even have time to see the scene in front of him. The front leg of the war horse was tripped by the already broken car. As he screamed, the cavalry's body slammed forward, accompanied by The white miserable gap in a broken wooden beam suddenly magnified in his frightened eyes, and the screaming sound came to an abrupt halt when he was pierced by the wooden beam.
More French cavalry continued to move around the car array, they tried to get rid of the Bohemians in the back, but the heavy armor made their war horses unable to get rid of the enemies behind, and tried to force the horses in one or two. No one dared to stop after the cavalry headed in front of the head was severed by a bohemian saber passing by quickly.
Alexander clasped the spear in both hands, holding two muskets in each of Sophia's hands next to him. Her face was now darkened by gunpowder, and only a pair of and white eyes appeared so bright.
But these eyes were staring straight ahead, and when she raised her hand with a roar, a cavalry warhorse immediately fell to the ground.
Sophia threw away the musket, and Uliu, who was waiting nearby, had immediately handed another gun to her. As the sound of the gun rang again, another Frenchman fell to the ground not far away.
A strange and familiar horn sounded from the direction of the French infantry team not far from the right.
Before Alexander turned his head to see, Nashan's laughter came from behind.
The gypsy jumped from a dumping box car. The saber in his hand drew a sharp and powerful arc. The blade accurately brushed a lucky French cavalry who had not been poked into a hedgehog by a spear after rushing into the car. A gap in the neck armor, when the Frenchman fell to his knees and blood ran down the gap in the armor, Nashan already jumped forward, and then smashed the knife bone of the neck of a struggling horse that was struggling on the ground. on.
The horse's limbs flickered and disappeared, and Nashan had rushed to Alexander in a few steps.
"Boy, you have a lot of courage, but this is not enough." Nashan said, pulling Sophia behind him, and then he pointed out of the car array. "My people are already harvesting loot, if you don't at this time Do n’t blame it when you complain.

"But the French cavalry?" Alexander asked doubtfully.
"Have you ever seen a heavy cavalry who can last so long?" Nashan jumped on a very high food truck and watched the French cavalry who had been slowing down a lot even though they were still running around the car array. They ca n’t hold on for long. If they are smart, they should retreat at this time. I will not let the Bohemians continue to chase them down, so if you only care about victory and not loot, the Bohemians will be happier.

Alexander knew that Nashan was right. The mighty heavy cavalry was frightening, but with their terrible impact, it was an unsustainable endurance. Even the most terrible French heavy cavalry needed constant rest. It is impossible to run so continuously.
A well-equipped but exhausted heavy cavalry is sometimes not as useful as an ordinary light cavalry.
And Nashan's words really reminded him that to maintain the strong strength of an army, only victory and glory cannot completely impress people, and the rich loot is the temptation that can make even a timid coward move.
"Agri, go forward!" Alexander yelled, "Ready to win your victory and loot!"
The words of Alexander made the Aggris cry out fiercely. These soldiers who were almost unable to hold their weapons because of the tension seemed to have seen wealth beckoning to them at this moment, especially when they thought of the French because Looting everywhere is now rich with oil. Many of these soldiers who were still working with and pitchfork in the field couldn't help but show their greedy and warm light.
To the enemy's loot and make themselves rich. This desire for thousands of years to be regarded as a shortcut to wealth along with the war, at this moment filled the Agri people with courage. When Alexander issued the order again , The Agris began to rush out of the car array from the gap.
"Keep up the formation!" His eyes were fixed on the team. He knew clearly that the huge temptation of the loot would provoke the soldiers' strong desire to fight, but greed would also make people irrational.
Now these Frenchmen fighting against them are the best example.
Of course, for these French people, they would never have thought at first that the grain transport team they were looting would be such a difficult enemy, but who would know what it was like to face before there was no battle The result.
"Beware, infantry!" A mercenary walking in front of the line warned loudly. At the same time, the Agris had seen a group of French infantry rushing towards them.
"Arrange!"
Alexander's roar rang in the team at this moment, and at the same time, Carlo, who always followed him, raised the horn and blew the horn of the battle for the first time.
"Agri!"
A shout exploded from the team, hearing the trumpet sound, the Aggris involuntarily squeezed together like usual training, the spears in their hands, although cluttered, were very densely pointed forward, and they had tight eyes Staring closely at the French who rushed towards them.
"Hold a spear!"
With another cry, the front dozen soldiers immediately stretched their spears forward, and in the row of sharp spears, they could not help shaking, they heard another command that was already familiar "The musketeer was in place! "
The Agri infantry had sweat beads on their foreheads, and many people felt pain in their joints because of the tense hand holding the spear handle because of the slippery slippery joints.
The previous battle was covered by a car array. Although it was cruel, the Agri still did not really feel the tension facing the enemy. Now looking at the oncoming French, they began to feel real tension and fear.
"Hold on!"
Sweat also ran down Alexander's forehead, condensed on his chin and then dropped.
Can the Aggris really face the enemy?
Can they persevere in the terrible and cruel strangulation?
Alexander didn't know what was coming at this time, but he knew that he would face this test someday.
Since there is no way to avoid it, it is only head-on.
At least these French people in front of them should look much better.
The Alexander Conference had this idea because when the enemy rushed close to them, he saw that the formation of the French had not only become scattered, but some people even slowed down.
The French are timid!
At the moment of the thought flashing in his mind, Alexander involuntarily issued the command: "shoot!"
The advancing French saw a flicker of Mars suddenly flashing across the shadow of the opposite shadow, almost at the same time a dense roar.
A scream was immediately heard in the darkness, but cheers also sounded. "It's a musket, rush up! Rush up!"
Someone who was not hit shouted, because the luck of being shot and the excitement of the next kill made the voice tremble.
The slow firing rate and cumbersome reloading of muskets make this weapon, which is quite powerful, but cannot be re-used immediately after firing. In many cases, it becomes a burden.
Even the generals who are most willing to use new weapons are full of contradictions about such weapons that can only exert their power once in many cases.
For the army facing the musket, as long as it can survive the first round of shooting, the next step is the slaughter of the enemy.
Because in addition to the bulky muskets, the weapons that musketeers can protect themselves are often only sabers or short knives.
"Rush, kill them!"
The unscrupulous French screamed and rushed towards the enemy, and the desire for honor and wealth immediately overwhelmed the fear of their companions being killed by the enemy. The generous ransom brought by the enemy.
The French rushed at the enemy frantically. Some of the shield soldiers even threw away the heavy and awkward shields. They waved their swords with both hands and rushed to the enemy who seemed to be too clumsy to escape.
Then the people behind seemed to hear a panic cry from the companion rushing to the front.
But the scream immediately followed the chilling "boom" sound, either abruptly, or turned into a more miserable cry of pain!
"Lance array!"
Finally, someone shouted before being spurred by the oncoming sharp spear. This horrified cry caused confusion among the French who were still charging forward.
The formation that had been completely disrupted in order to quickly approach the Musketeers had become a French nightmare at this moment.
The Agrigans were not tight or even more chaotic, but at this moment they became another more terrible nightmare for the French.
A sharp spear poked forward indiscriminately, and even some Aggris screamed and barked at the air aimlessly, as if intimidating an invisible enemy.
The French tried to get back together, they yelled and ran back and forth, trying to realign themselves against this unexpected spear formation.
But the muskets mixed in the Agri spears array at this moment once again caused them a terrible blow.
Instinctively crowded together in panic, trying to rely on each other, the French became targets of muskets in close proximity.
They squeeze so densely that this makes the most grungy Musketeers of the Agri only need to point in the direction to hit the target.
Another uneven smoke screen floated between the two sides with a blast, and some of the French immediately screamed and fell backwards. When the Agris were also stabbed by the enemy's spear, the French But they fell to the ground at a faster rate than the enemy.
But the French soldiers are undoubtedly the best in this era, even if this army is only a defensive team, but they are still gradually gathering under the threat of a terrible blow from the enemy, and then they begin to risk their spears and muskets. The double threat launched a counterattack against the enemy.
The spear crossed the spear, and the sharp sword spun quickly. The French used their bravery to prove to the enemy that even in the face of unexpected blows, they were still terrible opponents that were difficult to defeat.
A scream came from not far from Alexandria. An Agri soldier's stomach was pierced directly, and a few torn off organs were hanging from the spear point protruding from the back waist, and the soldier kept screaming, With both hands tightly holding the spear bar under the belly, he was planted backwards until the opponent was hit by a shot and screamed, and the spear poked on his stomach twisted as he kept on the ground. The air was shaking violently.
Another spearman was stabbed, listening to the painful cry of the man before he died, and there was a horrified cry from the Aggris.
Although it was only an instant confrontation, and obviously relying on the power of the muskets in the formation to make the enemy pay a greater price, but some of the Agri people could not stand this tragic battle.
Someone began to throw away their weapons and turned away in fear, and the move immediately caused greater confusion.
"Agri people, hold on!" Alexander shouted hard. He raised his spear and squeezed forward, he shouted at the people around him. "Escape can only die faster, stabilize the formation!"
The originally shaken spear array was boosted by the roar of Alexander ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The spearmen were struggling forward in spite of all the fear while struggling with the fear in their hearts,
At this moment, a whistling suddenly came from behind the French, and the peculiar tone made the Agri people cheer.
Like a gust of wind passing over the flat ground, the Bohemian cavalry hitting the French infantry penetrated the last wave of the French who had been dispersed by them, and finally arrived at this moment.
Seeing the whirlwind passing by behind the French with a terrible blade of sword, Alexander completely disrupted the French bohemian cavalry, and Alexander slowly dropped the spear in his hand.
He turned his head and looked at the other side of the car still shining brightly, looking at the shadows that had been farther away, Alexander exhaled a long breath.
Those black shadows were French cavalry. Under the unfavorable situation of being chased by the Bohemians but unable to turn around to meet them, they finally chose to withdraw from the battlefield.
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