A French soldier looked forward on tiptoe, a young child with a fluffy layer on his lips.

From the nervousness of his first battle to the dazed idleness of doing nothing, the young Frenchman was both inexperienced and overly excited, and the enthusiasm for honor made him want to rush to the front in place of the stagnant cowards, while he imagined himself as one of those cavalrymen on high horses, charging at the enemy's line.

So when he heard the ground shaking from the far side, he didn't pay attention at all.

The Frenchman's gaze was completely drawn to the burning array of enemy vehicles, and at this time he seemed to see the abundant booty and the envious gaze of returning home.

The first to react was a veteran not far from the young man, and experience had allowed him to hear the sound of the horses' hooves that were getting closer and closer, and that it was coming towards them at the back of the line.

Your cavalry is in front, so who are these people behind?

And they were running towards their ranks, but they could not hear the sound of slowing down their horses.

The veteran sensed the danger almost as soon as he heard it, but he only had time to utter a desperate cry of "There is an enemy!" I saw the black shadows rolling down the slope, and in the dim darkness there were countless snow-shining shadows rushing towards their team.

The young Frenchman was finally unable to see the spoils of war, and never had the opportunity to enjoy the envy of his homeland, and after the old soldier's warning, he had not yet understood what was happening, but he felt a cold wind suddenly run over his head, and then this cold wind quickly swept over his upper body, and before he fell to the ground, he saw a black shadow rushing by, and a few drops of hot things splashed on his face, he did not know that it was his own blood, I didn't know that his neck had been cut open, and a very long opening directly cut the neck bone.

The Bohemians ran almost along the edge of the back of the French infantry, few of them wearing heavy armor, and none of them wielding spears and cavalry swords, which represented the glory and courage of knights, but the more pagan sabers were their most handy weapons, and whenever they passed by the enemy, without even waiting for them to react, by the speed of their galloping horses and the swing of their mighty arms, The sharp saber will leave a terrible wound on the poor foe's body in an instant, and whether the knife is really successful or not, the Bohemians will not stop to continue to entangle, they will leave the enemy to their companions who will follow, and at the same time urge the horses to continue to run forward, and slash at the next enemy again.

When Viscount Gronob saw the enemy rushing down on the left side of the hillside, all his attention was drawn to the bohemians over there.

Although he didn't know who this group of cavalry was who suddenly appeared, the viscount knew very well that the appearance of these enemies had caused him trouble.

He watched as the Bohemians approached the French cavalry from behind with a whirlwind speed, and then when the cavalry had to continue running forward even though they knew that there was an enemy behind them, because they had already begun to turn around in time, he overtook them at great speed, and then began to attack them from behind.

The Viscount's anger at this moment could not be described in any words, these enemies, whoever they were, but they were the vile methods that only Tatars and Turks would use to anger him, the Viscount could accept being defeated by the enemy in a face-to-face battle, but could not bear to be attacked by a group of thieves who did not even dare to fight head-to-head.

"Rush up, rush ...... Go up! The viscount endured the unusual pain that would come from his ribs every time he made a sound, and couldn't help shouting into the distance, which made him too excited to pay attention to the sudden change in the expressions of the attendant knights around him, and even less to pay attention to the sudden chaos of the infantry team behind him, which was a little farther away from him.

"Your Excellency!" The attendant suddenly grabbed the Viscount's arm and forced him to turn around, which made the Viscount almost faint in pain, but when he saw the shadows passing by the side of the infantry, Viscount Gronob finally knew that something was serious.

The French had enemy cavalry on both sides of the hillside, and now they were attacking from both sides.

The Bohemians on the left chased a frenzied herd of bison-like cavalry, while the cavalry on the right swept behind and on the flanks of the French infantry like sheep, slashing and slashing at them.

"My lord, what shall we do?" The attendant asked loudly as he watched the constant fighting on both sides, and when he saw the viscount turning his head back and forth blankly, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"Let the cavalry turn back, turn back to the cavalry!" Viscount Gronob finally gave a loud order, but he soon learned that this order was clearly impossible to carry out at all.

The chariot formation was in front of them, but the French cavalry who were running non-stop had to try their best to change direction at this time, and the few cavalrymen who rushed to the front could not stop, and could only slam into the chariot formation with a crazy cry and relying on the huge momentum.

The first cavalryman who rushed into the chariot formation didn't even have time to see the scene in front of him, the front legs of the war horse were tripped by the already tattered carriage, and with a miserable scream, the body of the cavalryman slammed forward, accompanied by a broken wooden beam, the miserable crack in his frightened eyes was instantly magnified, and the scream came to an abrupt end the moment he was pierced through the armor by the wooden beam.

More French cavalry continued to advance around the chariot formation, and they tried to shake off the Bohemians behind, but the heavy armor made it impossible for their horses to get rid of the enemy behind them, and no one dared to stop after one or two cavalrymen who tried to force their heads to turn their horses to meet them head-on were slashed by the rapidly sweeping Bohemian sabers.

Alexander clenched his spear in both hands, and next to him Sophia held two muskets in each hand, her face was now blackened with gunpowder, and only a pair of large black and white eyes stood out so brightly.

But these eyes were fixed on the front at this time, and when she raised her hand and roared, a cavalry horse instantly neighed to the ground.

Sophia threw away the musket, and Ulliu, who was waiting beside her, immediately handed her another gun, and as the gun rang out again, another Frenchman fell to the ground not far away.

A strange and familiar sound of trumpets came from the direction of the French infantry contingent not far to the right.

Before Alexander could turn his head to look, Nashan's loud laughter came from behind.

The gypsy jumped from a toppled cart, his saber drawing a swift and powerful arc, the blade of which accurately brushed the gap in the neck of a French cavalryman who had been lucky enough not to be poked into a hedgehog by a spear after rushing into the cart, and when the Frenchman fell to his knees and blood flowed down the gap in his armor, Nashan had already jumped forward, and then slammed the hilt of his knife into the neck bone of a struggling horse that was in the way of the ground.

The horse's limbs shook and then he was silent, and Nashan had already rushed in front of Alexander in a few steps.

"Boy, you're bold, but that's not going to work." Nashan said as he pulled Sophia behind him, and then he pointed out of the car formation, "My people are already reaping the spoils, if you don't work hard at this time, don't blame the time to complain." ”

"But the cavalry of the French?" Alexander asked, confused.

"Have you ever seen a heavy cavalry that can hold out that long?" Nashan jumped onto a very tall grain cart and looked at the French cavalry, who were still running around the cart formation, but their speed had slowed down significantly, "They can't hold out for long, if they are smart, they should retreat at this time, I won't let the Bohemians continue to chase, so if you only care about victory and don't care about the spoils of war, the Bohemians will be happier." ”

Alexander knew that Nashan was right, the strength of the heavy cavalry was formidable, but with their terrible impact was the unsustainable endurance, and even the most terrible French heavy cavalry of the present day needed to stop and rest, and it was impossible to run so continuously.

A well-armed, but exhausted heavy cavalry is sometimes even less useful than an ordinary light cavalry.

Moreover, Nashan's words did remind him that in order to maintain the strength of an army, only victory and glory cannot completely impress people, and rich booty is the temptation that will make even the faintest coward feel tempted.

"Agri, forward!" Alexander shouted, "Prepare for your victory and spoils!" ”

Alexander's words caused the Agri to cry out fiercely, and these soldiers, who at first could barely hold their weapons because of nervousness, seemed to have seen wealth beckoning to them at this moment, especially when they thought that the French were now rich because of their plundering everywhere, and that the eyes of these soldiers, who had worked in the fields with hoes and pitchforks before, could not help but show a greedy and enthusiastic light.

The desire to rob the enemy of the spoils of war and make himself rich, the desire to be seen as a shortcut to riches that had accompanied war for thousands of years, filled the hearts of the Agri with courage at this moment, and when Alexander gave the order again, the Agri began to pour out of the chariot through the gap.

"Stay in formation!" With his eyes glued to the team, he knew that the lure of loot would certainly trigger the soldiers' strong desire to fight, but greed would also make people lose their minds.

Now these French who are fighting against them are the best examples.

Of course, these French would not have imagined at first that the grain convoy they were about to plunder would be such a formidable enemy, but before the battle, who knew what the outcome would be.

"Beware, infantry!" A mercenary at the front of the group shouted a warning, and at the same time, the Agri had seen a group of French infantry swarming towards them.

"Array!"

Alexander's roar rang out in the ranks at this moment, and Carlo, who had always followed him, raised his bull's horn and blew the battle horn for the first time.

"Agri!"

A shout erupted from the ranks, and the trumpets were heard, and the Agri involuntarily huddled together as they usually trained, their spears in their hands, though disorganized, but densely pointed forward, while their nervous eyes were fixed on the Frenchman who was rushing at them.

"Spear wielding!"

With another shout, the dozen or so soldiers at the front immediately stretched their spears forward, and in the rows of sharp spear tips shaking, they heard another familiar order: "Musketeers are in position!" ”

Beads of sweat spilled from the foreheads of the Agri infantrymen, and many of them felt pain in their joints from the slippery slippery hands holding the hilt of their spears.

The previous battle, which was brutal because of the cover of the chariots, still did not really feel the tension of facing the enemy, and now they began to feel real tension and fear when they looked at the oncoming French.

"Steady!"

Sweat also ran down Alexander's forehead, condensed on his chin and then fell.

Can the Agris really face the enemy?

Will they be able to hold out in the midst of a horrific and brutal strangulation?

Alexander didn't know what was coming, but he knew that one day he would have to face this test.

Since there is no way to dodge, there is only one way to face it.

At least the French in front of them look much easier to deal with.

Alexander had this thought because when the enemy rushed so close to them, he saw that the French had not only become fragmented, but some had even slowed down.

The French are timid!

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Alexander involuntarily gave the order: "Shoot!" ”

The Frenchman, who were advancing, saw a spark suddenly flash among the swaying figures on the opposite side, and almost at the same time a dense roar rang out.

Screams were heard in the darkness immediately, but there were also cheers. "It's a musket, rush forward! Rush up! ”

Those who weren't hit shouted, their voices trembling as the luck of dodging the shot and the excitement of the next killing.

The musket's slow rate of fire and cumbersome reloading made this powerful weapon, which could not be reused immediately after firing, a burden in many cases.

Even the generals who are most willing to use new weapons are ambivalent about this weapon, which can only be used once.

And for the army facing the muskets, as long as they can survive the first round of shooting, the next thing is the slaughter of the enemy.

In addition to the bulky muskets, the only weapons that musketeers were able to protect themselves were swords or daggers.

"Rush, kill them!"

The French, who had no scruples, rushed at the enemy with shouts and cheers, their desire for honor and wealth overriding the fear of their comrades being killed by the enemy, and they seemed to have seen the musketeers being driven like sheep, and the rich ransoms brought to them by the captured enemy.

The French frantically lunged at the enemy, and some of them even threw away their heavy and clumsy shields, and sangled at the enemy on the opposite side, who seemed too clumsy to escape.

Then the people behind seemed to hear the frightened cries of their companions who rushed to the front.

But the cry immediately stopped abruptly with a chilling "poof" sound, or turned into an even more miserable cry of pain!

"Spear formation!"

Finally someone shouted before being stabbed by the oncoming sharp spear, and the frightened cry caused confusion among the French, who were still charging forward.

The formation, which had been completely disrupted in order to quickly approach the musketeers, became a nightmare for the French at this moment.

And the wall of spears, which the Agri was not tight or even more chaotic, became another and more terrible nightmare for the French at this moment.

Sharp spears stabbed forward indiscriminately, and even some of the Agri stabbed and roared aimlessly into the air, as if to intimidate an enemy who could not be seen at all.

The French tried to regroup, shouting and running back and forth, trying to regroup themselves against the unexpected spear formation.

But the muskets mixed in with the spears of the Agri were once again a terrible blow to them.

Instinctively huddled together in panic and trying to lean on each other, the French became the target of the muskets that were close at hand.

They were so crowded that the most lame musketeers in the Agri only had to be in the right direction to hit their targets.

Another jagged smoke curtain rose between the two sides with a roar, and at once some of the French screamed and fell backwards, and while the Agri were also stabbed by the enemy's spears, the French fell to the ground much faster than the enemy.

But the French soldiers were undoubtedly the best of their time, and even if the army was only a defensive force at the pass, they were still gradually gathered under the threat of a terrible blow from the enemy, and then they began to fight back against the enemy with the double threat of spears and muskets.

Spears pierced through spears, swords pierced quickly, and the French proved to their enemies with their bravery that they were a formidable opponent to defeat even in the face of unexpected blows.

A scream came from not far from Alexander, and an Agri soldier had been pierced through the stomach, and there were still a few pieces of torn internal organs hanging from the tip of the spear that had pierced from his lower waist, and the soldier kept screaming, and his hands clutched the shaft of the spear under his lower abdomen, until the opponent was hit by a shot and fell to the ground screaming, he fell backwards, and the spear that pierced his stomach shook violently in the air as he writhed on the ground.

Another spearman was stabbed down, and a cry of terror rang out among the Agri, listening to the man's cries of anguish before he died.

Although the confrontation was only instantaneous, and it was clear that the power of the muskets in the battle had cost the enemy more, there were already some of the Agri who could not withstand the fierce battle.

Someone began to throw down their weapons in fear and turn around and run away, which immediately caused even more confusion.

"Agri, steady!" Alexander roared hard, he raised his spear and squeezed forward without hesitation, and at the same time shouted at the people around him, "Escape can only die faster, stabilize the formation!" ”

The originally shaky spear array shook with Alexander's roar, and the spearmen struggled with the fear in their hearts while desperately stabbing forward,

At that moment, a whistle suddenly came from behind the Frenchman, and the characteristic tone made the Agri people cheer.

Like a wind blowing on flat ground, the Bohemian cavalry that stormed the French infantry penetrated the last wave of French who had been scattered by them, and finally the moment came.

Watching the Bohemian cavalry with the terrible blades sweeping behind the French on the opposite side like a whirlwind, completely disrupting the French formation in one fell swoop, Alexander slowly lowered the spear in his hand.

He turned his head to the other side of the formation, which was still red with the crowd, and looked at the shadows that were getting farther and farther away, and Alexander let out a long breath.

The shadows were the French cavalry, and they finally chose to withdraw from the battlefield after being chased by the Bohemians but never able to turn to meet them.

On October 4, 1496, in the valley of Bruini, Alexander had his first victory.