The knights have a representative of powerful power. Since the birth of this huge group, they have formed an indissoluble bond with France.

Whether it was from the time when he inherited from Charlemagne, or the expedition to England, or the collision of faith between the three kings and Saladin during the expedition of the East, or the long hundred-year war decades ago, whether it was once glorious or miserable failure, the huge group of Knights, participated in these various wars that determined the fate of France.

Even the bloody tragedy of Ajinkul, who had paid countless costs, could not erase the daunting shadow of the Knight.

When they launched an attack, no one could deny that they were still the most feared force on the battlefield until the firearms appeared.

Charlun's charge was resolute and unrestrained. Although he saw signs of chaos on Mount Apio, he could not have any illusions about this chaos. On the contrary, it could only make him decide to launch an attack earlier, because he saw hesitation and uneasiness in the eyes of those knights.

Obviously, those people pinned their hopes on possible accidents in Mount Apio, which made them involuntarily choose to wait.

But Charon could not place all hopes on an accident or luck, he knew that once the situation they hoped for did not appear on Mount Apio, the knights who became confused by disappointment might lose the courage to face the enemy and death.

So Charlun chose to attack without hesitation!

The heavy horse's four hooves were stepped on the ground, and the spear had pointed forward. The flag bound on the spear's tip fluttered as the war horse advanced. The knight riding on the horse stared at the direction in front of the flag, took a deep breath, and then urged the horse to rush forward down the hillside!

Looking at the archers on the hills in the distance, and the figures holding muskets appearing in front of the square formation, Shahrlun gently spoke out his prayers.

He knew that this might be the last charge in his life. Facing infantry, archers, and even a large number of musketeers who were several times more powerful than him, Charleon didn't know if he had any chance to rush to the enemy. Although the painful lessons of the French knights in Agincourt still did not stop the progress of the French knights, they were not the French or their enemies, but they already knew that the French knights faced a huge danger in the face of bows and arrows with steady defense. What's more, if the number of enemies is more and the defense is more stable, it would cost a greater price to attack such an enemy.

"We just need to rush over!" Sharlun shouted loudly to himself or to the knights following him. As their horses began to trot forward in neat steps, a high-pitched chant rang among the French!

Hearing this song, both sides were excited on the battlefield, because everyone knew that the terrible Knight charge was about to begin.

Alexander, who had just been brought back to Mount Apio by Pagasus, also heard the song. Although he didn't know what would happen next, he knew that it was definitely not what he wanted to see.

The horse in front could no longer run at its feet. When someone suddenly shook the flag to block its sight, it was instinctively afraid that it could not help but slow down. At this moment, Pagasus rushed up.

Alexander didn't remember how he got off the horse, or simply said that he was pulled off the horse directly. Two powerful hunting guards of Kong Wu rushed up from the side, and before Alexander could make a sound, the two men rushed down from the horse.

When he got up with the help of the hunting guards, he saw that he was standing upright and was ready to lie on his back, and Alexander said a terrifying sentence with an ugly expression: "Cast it."

At this moment, the singing rang.

Alexander suddenly turned around. He didn't know that the song actually predicted the French's impending charge, but this did not prevent him from noticing the changes that occurred on Mount Rocadipas. When he saw the French flags gathered on the top of the opposite mountain began to move, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Alexander looked towards the road on the other side of the mountain and saw Constantine running forward with the Swiss, but it was obvious that they could not have time to stop the French from attacking in almost despair.

How to stop the French, or how to stop that Charleon?

Although Alexander didn't know whether Charon was among the Frenchmen who were preparing to charge, he thought that Charon would stop unless he slammed his head with a cannon!

Suddenly, Alexander's heart moved and suddenly looked back at the cannons that had been jumping around by Pagasus as an obstacle. At this time, the cannons were vaguely facing the direction of Mount Rocadipas opposite.

"Carlo, go find a few prisoners who can use cannons," Alexander quickly walked to the cannons while ordering. Seeing Carlo, who was still a little stunned when he heard his order, he immediately waved his arm hard. "Let's have a shot!"

"Sir, who are we going to fight?" Carlo asked in surprise. He couldn't help but look in the direction of the cannon aiming, and was a little confused for a moment.

"No matter who it is," Alexander had no time to explain at this time. He looked at the Frenchman who was slowly moving down the hillside opposite. He knew that if the Knights wanted to launch an attack, they would first have a more open land. However, it was obvious that there was no such terrain on the slope of Mount Rocadipas, so they needed to move forward and unfold the queue. When they could fully arrange into a queue of sufficient width, it was time for them to launch a formal charge.

Time was so short that the French cavalry were constantly diverting to both ends of the queue. It was obvious that the French who wore pride as armor outside even though they knew they were in danger, or that honor had become a shackle that imprisoned them. At this time, the chain of the shackle was gradually tightening, and what was waiting for them was to be cut off by the shackles.

Constantine ran forward frantically, not because of how deep he had feelings for Charon, but because he knew very well how important this possible future heir of Savoy was to his father or to his family.

If there was anything unexpected happening outside Rome, and the now-looking weak and sick-looking son of Duke Savoy died early, the Rovere family might face a heir who had no good impression of their family.

Constantine's forehead was sweating constantly. Even though it was the cold winter and the running horse, his attempt to enter the battlefield was obviously not easy to achieve. When he took his guards and just crossed a somewhat rugged mountain road, he had already discovered that their gang of soldiers were already standing in front of them.

The sound of trumpets sounded on the fork in front of them, and Constantine saw the flags erected from the trees, and also saw the squad aiming at their coalition forces with bows and arrows.

What surprised Constantine was that the familiar flag of the coalition soldiers looked at the mighty lion above, Constantine couldn't help but moan from the bottom of her heart: "Why are they Venetians!"

In the long history, if Genoa had a natural enemy, it must be Venice!

Hundreds of years of grudge even made the descendants of both sides deeply engraved with traces of hatred from their bones. When they saw the unforgettable lion flag, Constantine immediately drew out the sword without hesitation!

"Venetian!"

Constantine's shout instantly ignited the war that was about to break out between the two sides. With a dull trembling sound of bowstrings, a guard beside Constantine screamed and fell off the horse. At the same time, Constantine had already waved her sword and slashed towards the Venetian who was facing the nearest.

The battle unfolded in an instant, and Constantine's sword almost pierced into the other party's stomach when the Venetian raised his weapon and wanted to resist. As he stirred it hard, the long sword was pulled out, and the young knight had already activated the war horse to cross the bushes.

The powerful horse hooves kicked an archer's chest, and the chest collapsed instantly. At the same time, the spear held in Constantine's other hand had already stabbed the group of archers with the war horses.

The Venetians and Genoeses, these two bands can never blend like water and oil, and like fire and oil, as long as they come into contact with each other, the force of the flames that ignites the sky and collides hard.

Constantine saw a Venetian officer whose clothes and armor were brighter and more gorgeous than others, immediately attracted his attention.

Seeing the eye-catching red hat tassel on the man's flat helmet on his head, Constantine raised his spear.

The man obviously also noticed Constantine, or the gun mark with the tree shield pattern on his gun.

The Venetian grabbed the sword body and the hilt with his hands wearing iron gloves and raised it high and then smashed it down hard.

This provocative action angered Constantine. He retracted his arm slightly and clamped his rifle under his arm. With a roar from behind the mask, he urged the horse to rush towards the Venetian standing on the ground.

The heavy spear stabbed the enemy almost with a whistle, and the sharp spear tip stabbed the enemy with terrible power under the guidance of the mount!

However, the imagined scene that directly penetrates the enemy's body did not appear.

What surprised Constantine was that the Venetian, who seemed to be approaching the front, suddenly cunningly raised his sword. As he was wearing armor, he still used his sword to smash the spear with his sword, and jumped away flexibly. Not only was Constantine's attack blocked, the Venetian quickly grabbed the sword body and used all his strength to knock his long guards toward Constantine's war horse that was about to rush past him.

The slender and strong guards smashed a deep blood groove on the smooth horse covered in sweat. As blood splattered and neighed, Constantine was lifted off the horse from the severely damaged horse.

The muffled sound of the armor on his body hit the ground and the violent collision of his head and neck made Constantine scream in a dull cry of pain. His body made a ramming sound of armor on the ground while rolling. When he finally stopped, he found that due to the pain on his body and the weight of the armor, he could not move his body at all.

As he tried to struggle to stand up, there was a sudden shout of yelling in a clear Venetian tone around him, and then he felt his body be tightly pressed down. Then a violent blow from his helmet made Constantine scream in panic.

Fortunately, at this time he also heard the shouts of his guards, and at the same time, the collision of weapons and painful screams were everywhere.

Constantine felt someone calling his name while supporting him hard. After all his efforts, he finally struggled to get up. At this time, through the somewhat crooked helmet mask, he realized that there were already a group of Swiss people holding different lengths of axes and spears around him.

And his guards were pressing close to him, and then he cut down the Venetian who had knocked him off the horse and was shaking a soldier.

Constantine tried to find his sword, but the severe pain from his legs made him know that he might be injured. At the same time, the corpses of the two Venetians who were lying on the ground and still bleeding on their bodies also made him panic. He knew that if his subordinates had rescued a little slower just now, the two Venetian archers might have pried open his armor and slaughtered him like a crab with open covers.

The Venetian archers on the opposite side were retreating quickly, and it was too dangerous for them to be so close, while Constantine's army seemed messy because they ran all the way and could not organize their attacks on the enemy.

Except for the few soldiers who had mixed together and killed each other and then immediately separated, the two sides were nervously confronting each other through a large bush, smelling the pungent blood and choking dust in their noses, and gasping for breathing nervously. The pairs of eyes stared at each other, looking at the sharp arrows that could hear the trembling bowstrings, and the spears that could pierce their bodies in just a blink of an eye. The stalemate air made everyone's throat feel as intense and painful.

Constantine stared at the Venetian opposite with a red hat tassel on his head. From the table, he was sure that the man was not an ordinary mercenary, but more importantly, the other party's skillful sword skills impressed him, especially the other party's skill of using his sword body and guarding his war horse in a moment, which made him vaguely guess the other party's identity.

Constantine wore iron gloves and clenched the sword in her hands, and his eyes were fixed on everything around him. Compared to being a knight, he was even more a general.

The two sides, which were originally chaotic and confrontation, were slowly gathering together. The Venetians rushed over and tried to retreat slowly because they were worried that the enemy would rush forward, but the Genoese were threatened by bows and arrows because they were afraid that they would be threatened by bows and arrows.

The atmosphere became even more tense. Constantine saw the Venetian officer opposite him posing in the posture of holding the sword with both hands and raising it flat. His breathing could not help but speed up, and his eyes quickly swept around.

Just as the Venetians seemed to send some signal to their subordinates, and Constantine was also preparing to issue an attack order, suddenly, a huge roar suddenly sounded from the direction of the top of Mount Apio!

Immediately afterwards, several loud noises that were not neat but even more deafening!
Chapter completed!