We have more cavalry than the French. The battle is not over yet, it has not reached the end, and everything is difficult to conclude!

"I will personally go to the west wing to command the troops, Alexander, the rest is up to you!"

There is no doubt that the focus of the battle has now been concentrated on the communication line on the west flank. When our central position is closed, the French army will be attacked from two sides. We will win this victory. On the contrary, the French army will break through our front before us.

We can only watch the French army slip away from our mouths, and then wait for them to return with more troops.

There are two lines of communication. I arranged the artillery that accompanied me on one side of the line of communication, guarded by the 33rd Spartan Legion. The artillery on this side was composed of heavy artillery, which was the same as the 20th.

The cavalry artillery of the Seventh Spartan Legion was different. After we completed the arrangement, I ordered the Ventra Warlord to organize a retreat.

For this I sacrificed two whole regiments of cavalry.

At 2:50, the French army arrived, not only from the Duke of Vendôme, but also from the Duke of Luxembourg.

Alexander's side was already prepared for this.

There were more than 10,000 cavalry. Originally there were more than 15,000, but I urgently mobilized nearly 5,000 people. Those 5,000 people and the other cavalry I had formed alone long ago formed more than 10,000 cavalry.

Attack in all directions on the battlefield, giving the Duke of Vendôme the illusion that we have used up all the cavalry.

Right now, the French army's bold attack on us is a sign that they have been fooled!

The first person to step out of the smoke was the white iris flag of the French royal family held high. The pure snow-white color was stained with dark traces, facing the sun and coming step by step. A gust of wind blew. Countless French soldiers with guns appeared behind them.

They formed countless thin lines walking on the hills and grass. It was this man who defeated the two legions on our west flank and forced back tens of thousands of our Romans.

The French on horseback were galloping in the open space between the lines, and the pursuing French army was full of fighting spirit under their loud shouts.

Another burst of artillery fire. I observed that the French army had deployed no less than 80 cannons here. Vaguely, I also saw some runners struggling to move their heavy cannons. It seemed that they were keeping up with the French infantry and cavalry.

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The coordination of the French is somewhat out of touch.

This is as it should be. I asked the Ventra governor to withdraw. At this time, the best option for the French is to choose to regroup briefly. Make reasonable team adjustments for the following battle. And let the artillery switch

position, but now they are attacked by us from behind. Time is precious for the Duke of Vendôme.

"Frances, long live the king!!!"

The shout of "Long Live the Mountain" sounded from afar, and the French used their cavalry!

The French are going to use their cavalry to beat my infantry!

The real decisive battle has begun.

Now here will be two elite legions in my hand, more than 15,000 people, and four newly recruited imperial regiments, only more than 25,000 people. And the number of cannons is just over a hundred. However,

What makes me confident is that we still have more than 10,000 cavalry!

There was the sound of fluttering flags. After I waved my left hand, military music sounded, and at the same time, there was the loud sound of thousands of Romans stamping on the ground.

The frontline flag-bearers holding the eagle flag surged forward surrounded by soldiers. Wherever they were, the Roman legions would be there.

When the soldiers pounded their steps to the ground, there was a dull loud noise from the sky and the earth.

Just after the formation was completed, a dense array of bayonets stretched out. Even though the line was thin, the infantry line at this moment still looked like thorns covered with steel needles, and the protruding bayonets had a ferocious cold color.

"Artillery, fire!"

The dense artillery shells roared across the sky, and then either exploded on the charging route of the French cavalry, or passed through fiercely, blowing the French cavalry rolling forward and causing them to flip over.

A large number of French cavalry fell down with howls, and even though they were trampled to pulp by the surging iron hooves behind them, this still could not stop the French cavalry's charge. The distance of 100 meters was only a blink of an eye, and two rounds of artillery fire passed by.

The French cavalry is coming!

This made me hold my breath and tighten my grip on the reins of my horse!

"Fire!"

A burst of fire flashed, smoke rose, and countless bullets flew away.

The first line of French cavalry almost fell down in response, but the charge of the French cavalry did not stop there. The following cavalry still ignored life and death and charged forward. They crushed the corpses of their companions in front and surged up.

The next second, there were waves of huge loud noises reverberating between the sky and the earth. They were the miserable howls of the soldiers of the two armies before they died. It was the crisp sound of bones breaking. They were the leg bones, neck bones, and sternum of the French Normandy war horses.

The sound of breaking.

Under the wild and fierce charge of the French cavalry, hundreds of people were instantly thrown high into the air by the huge inertia. The front row of infantry was almost completely wiped out. The defense line composed of the bodies of the infantry could not stop the fierce French army.

Charge. Under the almost suicidal violent charge of the cavalry, a group of

The lines shattered one after another, and many soldiers were knocked backwards with their guns. The French cavalry in the rear, like waves after waves, continuously and viciously impacted many heroic imperial soldiers.

The soldiers were either hacked to death by the French or beaten to death.

The originally neat and orderly infantry line suddenly became chaotic. If this chaos was allowed to continue to spread, in just a few moments, the entire line would completely collapse.

In front of the two armies.

"Romans, fight to the death and never retreat, second line, third line, move forward twenty steps! Hold on!"

The mid-level officers on the front line waved their sabers wildly, roared at the top of their lungs, and led them to take charge of the infantry lines to fill the gaps.

"Fire!"

Seeing the infantrymen in the first line fighting to the death and building a defensive line with their flesh and blood, the infantrymen in the second line got a chance to open fire.

The French cavalrymen dismounted one after another.

But this did not stop the French cavalry from charging!

"Romans! Charge with your emperor!!!"

I stood on the front line, and even though I couldn't see with my eyes how Alexander was boosting morale, I could hear the fanatical shouting through my ears!

A few minutes later, the ground beneath my feet was shaking. I picked up the telescope and saw a black wave wrapped in red flames rushing towards the French army.

It's our cavalry!

The cuirassiers, whose breastplates flashed with dazzling colors, were coming in overwhelming force, and the French cavalry were caught off guard.

At this time, the French cavalry, composed of powerful cuirassiers, was trapped in our infantry line. The following cavalry was about to strengthen the French cuirassier offensive. At this critical moment, our cavalry crashed into the French cavalry.

Inside the charging formation of the military cavalry.

On the battlefield, the sound of metal clashing and the neighing of war horses mingled together. Our cuirassiers used their horses, which were taller and more powerful than the French, to sprint and cut off the French cavalry who were sweeping across our infantry.

The French cavalry offensive broke off, and the endless sound of horns sounded continuously. The French infantry looked around in shock and saw thick smoke billowing on the battlefield.

Turn on the smoke and enter the battlefield.

After the cuirassiers in the forefront broke up the French cavalry charge formation, another group of imperial cavalry collided with the French cavalry coming from the front.

The endless howl suddenly resounded through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, another group of imperial cavalry appeared. They rushed into a large group of dismounted soldiers wearing champagne-colored military uniforms, knocking them away one by one. During the crushing period, the cavalry charge composed of a torrent of steel was unmatched.

, and soon, the frightened French infantry fled in all directions under the impact of the cavalry.

Then, I found Alexander among the cavalry.

It's hard not to find a guy who dresses well.

I saw the guy who succeeded with one blow shouting in the center of the battlefield: "Long live Rome!"

"Long live the Emperor!!!"

"Long live the Emperor!!!"

Not only did all the cavalry raise their sabers with all their strength, but even the infantry also howled, and the huge sound surged and rolled between the heaven and the earth for a long time.

Our morale was greatly boosted, and I shouted: "Infantry! Attack! Push the French back! Artillery! Blast!"

After crushing a French infantry line with lightning speed, Alexander's cavalry passed through the position and crashed into the Duke of Vendôme's infantry line further back. The imperial officer, who was in the lead, led them

The cavalry crashed into the French infantry lines without fear of death. Those tall cuirassiers broke through line after line until the riders fell off their horses.

The same scene is happening on our side. The French are also fighting back desperately. But the difference between us and the French army is that we have artillery to fight back, sweeping the charging French cavalry off their horses, and then bombarding those who follow.

The infantry charge column followed. Although the French also wanted to bombard us, their infantry, cavalry and artillery were not coordinated well enough.

The hot-blooded infantry line followed the cavalry and rushed towards the French infantry line. In an attempt to stop our Duke Vendôme, he threw his cavalry again and again until he found that doing so was completely ineffective.

Who gave us more cavalry than he did!

This time, we, who had been devastated by the French cavalry, used the cavalry to severely ravage the French infantry lines when the French artillery was unable to form an effective counterattack!

We started a tug-of-war with the French here. The cruel and bloody battle lasted for up to an hour. At nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, the French cavalry wearing champagne uniforms and blue and gold uniforms were on the battlefield.

Corpses, the corpses of French infantrymen in champagne-colored uniforms, and the corpses of our soldiers were scattered all over the mountainous area, but there were fewer corpses of infantrymen in red and purple uniforms.

Seeing that we were about to win a glorious victory, Komnenos suddenly gave me some not-so-good news.
Chapter completed!