The first enemy who noticed the abnormality behind did not remind other partners in time. When the companion in front was crowded and squeezed towards the low wall that had been washed open, the man stopped in confusion and turned to look back. His face was puzzled. If he hadn't heard the sound of cannons, he wouldn't have found anything strange.

This man had seen the power of artillery before, and he almost died. So when he heard the cannon sound, he bent down and turned around at the same time. However, except for the vague smoke rising from the woods, he did not see the flying shells. On the contrary, a piece of snow suddenly exploded on the edge of the other side of the woods, and even someone swayed in a vague way.

Did he miss the attack and explode his own person? The man hesitated and stopped to look at him, but then he realized something was wrong!

Several figures riding on horses were rushing quickly along the edge of the woods towards the place where artillery was placed, while more figures appeared behind them in circles.

The speed of those cavalrymen and the sabers they waving were vaguely waving in their hands, these were definitely not the cavalry they were familiar with!

The man finally understood what he saw, and he immediately shouted and warned his companion in front, but his voice was completely covered by the fighting sounds in front. When a cavalry finally caught his companion's attention because of the strangeness, the Bohemian sabre had already descended from their heads!

The Bohemians will never get entangled with the enemy. They will use their skillful techniques to control the direction of the horse, and will make the intelligent war horses and them rely on their flexible steering like dancing to make the enemy dizzy. They will also use the light and agile swing when wielding the saber and then rush away immediately after giving the enemy a terrible blow.

So when he saw several enemies who had already rushed through the low wall and broke into the camp suddenly found that they had become isolated because of the chaos behind him and were about to retreat, Alexander raised his musket that had just changed hands and fired at the closest enemy, and immediately threw away the musket and raised his sword.

"Impact, drive them away!" Alexander shouted to the closest Agris. He knew that these recruits would become frightened by the sudden attack and would be timid because of the cruelty of the battle. However, they had an advantage that those mercenaries could not compare with, that is, when they gathered together, because of the recent training, they had formed an almost mechanical reaction to the order. Even if they would immediately collapse due to the heavy losses of the order, they would still strictly abide by the order at the beginning.

It is this kind of brave, impulsive and obeying orders that cannot be compared with the slick mercenaries.

The Agris did not disappoint Alexander. Although they immediately became a little hesitant because of the spear that the other party stabbed over, this brief stalemate was enough to allow Alexander to see clearly what happened behind the enemy.

The Bohemians kept shaking back and forth and hurriedly passed by the enemy behind. Every attack of their eyes obviously caused damage to the enemy. The enemy cavalry who not only assisted, but even tried to use the speed of war horses to rush into the camp directly in the melee, had no time to attack the camp again, but chased the Bohemians backwards and started fighting. However, the Bohemians obviously did not want to get entangled with their opponents. They always retreated with one blow, and even ran to the woods immediately. However, as long as the enemy cavalry slowed down slightly, they would quickly turn around along the woods or river banks, and attacked the infantry who didn't know whether to continue attacking the camp or to turn back against the Bohemian cavalry.

"I really deserve to thank Nashan." Alexander sincerely expressed his gratitude to his father-in-law. When he saw the shaking figures on the edge of the woods in the distance, he breathed a sigh of relief before he realized that his whole body was cold. At this moment, his fear of artillery completely turned into a cold sweat of soaked underwear.

I don't know who was the first to escape, but some of the enemies shouted in a language they didn't understand, and immediately more and more people began to shout. These enemies who seemed to be panicked and confused seemed to have suddenly received orders to run around. Some of them ran along the edge of the camp and the riverside, and some simply took advantage of the cavalry being entangled with the Bohemians and fled directly into the woods.

"Hurry them all in the woods!"

Alexander took the lead in crossing the low wall. He knew that the enemy was going to escape, but this was what he needed. He didn't want to fight a life-and-death battle with an inexplicable enemy here, not to mention that this enemy actually brought a cannon.

Now he can drive the enemy away. He believes that for those who are being hunted, the dark woods are certainly their hiding place to avoid pursuit, but because of this, the survival instinct will make them completely give up on fighting and continue to fight, and they will only think about hiding in as soon as possible to escape their lives.

The broad and uncovered river bank did help these enemies. Although the Bohemians kept chasing, most of the enemies still took the opportunity to escape into the woodland.

Once they crawled into the woods, they immediately disappeared into the darkness and disappeared.

"Sir, don't chase after him!" A Bohemian cavalry rushed to Alexander, letting a circle hold the horses in front of him. "They went into the woods."

"Ha, have you escaped into the woods?" Alexander finally stopped, his chest gasping. On this cold winter night, he felt hot all over his body and was so thirsty. He turned his head and looked behind him. Only then did he realize that after a brief battle, the snow on the bank of the river was already scarlet, and there were many figures that were still moaning in pain on the ground, and some of them were motionless, obviously no breath.

"This is really an unexpected battle." Alexander gasped and sat slowly on the ground. He knew that the battle was not only short from beginning to end, but it was even a farce that ended in a hurry before it began. But for some reason, his heart was beating extremely hard, and even recalling that it was even more shocking than the battle between the French in the Bruini Valley.

Then he immediately thought of what made him feel scared.

"Where is that cannon? Take me to see the cannon!" Alexander suddenly jumped up. He didn't care about how sore his hands and feet were still sore. He ran to a slightly raised mound on the edge of the woods under a cavalry.

When he saw the cannon that was much smaller than he thought, Alexander was stunned for a moment, then nodded with some insight.

"Is this thing?" Alexander reached out and stroked the cannon that was not completely cold. When his hand felt the thick texture of running, he turned his head and looked upstream of Lake Bracciano, and then recalled a little about the road passing by the lake on the map before, and Alexander's face slowly became gloomy.

Alexander didn't know what the name of the cannon, which looked obviously much smaller, and he didn't know that the eagle cannon could actually shoot less than 2 pounds of projectiles. However, when he thought of the steep road beside Lake Bracciano, he knew that even if he used such a cannon that seemed to be insignificant, it would be enough to cause huge damage to his team if it was set up under that terrain.

If possible, maybe this cannon could kill him directly!

"Sir, how many are alive," a musketman ran over, his eyes filled with excitement. For the Agris who had just tasted the blood and the fruits of victory, each victory still made them happy and excited, which just means that they are not mature enough. Perhaps when one day they completely take this kind of killing, they become so-called veterans.

"Ask who they are." Alexander ordered. Of course he knew that this was not something he could tell by asking a few questions. Even the Agris would not be kind to the prisoners. Sure enough, a painful scream came soon, and then a man who was trembling all over was dragged to Alexander by several soldiers.

"I'm just a soldier, I'm the same as others," the man's face looked a little fat and had a dry hard blood stain on his face. When he saw Alexander, he suddenly trembled, and his eyes showed a strange look. "I don't know anything. We all obeyed the orders of our leader. This is the job the captain found for us."

"The job you are looking for?" Alexander walked to the mercenary who had obviously suffered a lot before. Seeing that his torn clothes and legs were broken, and his shaky leggings were swaying, he believed that these people had just been summoned temporarily. "Tell me where is your captain?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm dead or running away," the captive said nervously. "We were in a nearby town a few days ago. We followed Gonzalo to fight the French."

Alexander frowned and asked, "Are you saying you are coalition forces?"

"No, yes," the captive said incoherently, "we are just a group of people who use money to fight. Gonzalo had called us to attack the French and their supply teams along the way. Now the French have already driven Gonzalo away. We are now idle waiting to find other work."

"Then your captain will tell you, there is a deal that attacked my team?" Alexander's eyes became stern. "Then tell me what this cannon is, I don't believe that a group of mercenaries who make a living by robbery will take a cannon."

The Bohemian behind him put the saber on the captain's neck. The cold blade stimulated the captain's excitement. The blade immediately slashed his skin, and blood flowed along the neck to his shoulders.

"Don't kill me!" the captain shouted in horror, "I really don't know anything. Maybe even my captain doesn't know who that person is. The artillery was brought by him. No, it was actually arranged by him by the lake, but you didn't come. Later, I realized that you were in the wrong direction, so we came along the downstream of the lake. This artillery was also what the man insisted on bringing."

"Who is the person you are talking about?" Alexander pulled the prisoner towards the bodies that had been piled up next to the cannons. "Find out the person you are talking about."

The captive trembled and flipped the corpses. When he turned over a corpse wrapped in a cloak, he trembled and straightened up and licked his lips and pointed, "It's him, my captain and several others who were in the forefront all listened to him."

Alexander walked over and looked at it. He was an ordinary middle-aged man. Perhaps because his blood clotted quickly after death in winter, his face looked dark and gray. Alexander vaguely realized that this man seemed to have a face that was not very consistent with most Europeans.

In other words, this is a face with a little mixed blood mark.

"What's his name?"

"Sir, I don't know. We don't know him. Maybe even my captain is not familiar with it. All of this was arranged by him." The captain tried his best to clear him.

Alexander slowly turned around and looked at the captive's uneasy face, then shook his head and said, "You didn't tell the truth. You said that only this person knew everything, but when you saw me just now, you knew me."

Alexander's words made the captain's face suddenly appear panic. He took a step back but was immediately held back by the Bomian sabre again.

Alexander took the gun from the musketeer beside him, and the muzzle was first pointed at the captain's chest, and then slowly pushed it downwards to his stomach.

"This will not kill you," said Alexander. "It will only break your belly. Then we just don't care about you, and you will soon fall into a coma due to excessive blood loss. On such a cold day, your wound will be frostbite and ulcerated. Your intestines will squeeze out from the broken wounds of the wound and freeze into strips. Maybe it will be broken if you are not careful. Even if you can bandage it in time, maybe you can live for a few more days, but the longer you live, the more pain you will suffer. I believe that this pain will eventually make you choose to commit suicide in hell after death than to continue to endure it."

The captive's face became terrifying and inexplicable. Although he had tortured people in the past, he never thought that a person could break down in just a few words. His lips kept trembling, and finally pointed his hand at the corpse of the man in cloak on the ground.

"It's him, he has a portrait of you, he asked all of us to look carefully, and then said that as long as we can find you, there will be a big bounty whether you are killed or captured alive."

Alexander was a little surprised. He believed that the Bohemians must have plundered the things on these corpses before, so he looked at the prisoner with some suspicion, and then signaled Bohemia next to him to search for the man again.

Soon, a piece of stacked paper was found from a small pocket of the man's coat.

Looking at the portrait above, Alexander couldn't help but feel a little lost.

This is indeed his portrait. It can be seen that although the painter's painting skills are mediocre, he is better than vivid. Looking at himself in the portrait, Alexander cannot help but admit that this painting is indeed very similar.

But what surprised him was not how this person had a portrait of himself, but that the self in this painting attracted his attention.
Chapter completed!