Alexander did not remember what happened immediately after the first shot, only that when the butt of the rifle against his shoulder vibrate, there seemed to be a loud thunderclap in all directions at the same time.

As the loud noise came out, the smoke filled the air in an instant.

The cavalrymen who rushed to the front fell off their horses in response, their armored bodies smashed to the ground and bounced upward, while the people behind were already completely crushed from their bodies that were still screaming in pain!

The pungent smell of gunpowder choked Alexander with a cough and a scorching pain on his face, which he knew was the residue of gunpowder splashing on his face, and when he finally uttered "Spearman!" in his parched throat! When he shouted, because of the inhalation of strong smoke and fire, his uncomfortable throat was as uncomfortable as being blocked by a ball of burning cotton wool.

The French did not stop their charge at the slightest of their companions' fallen horses, and their horses burst through the gap between them with a terrible roar, and almost before the smoke of the Agri's muskets had cleared, the cavalry at the front had rushed to the edge of the chariot formation.

The spears of the French were raised high, and with the fierce momentum of the horses, the men and the horses smashed into a carriage like a terrible battering ram.

The impact was so great that the carriage swayed violently, but the Frenchman was not hurt in the slightest by his strong armor.

Because of the slamming it had just begun, only half of the cavalry spear in his hand remained, but the brave Frenchman had no intention of flinching, and threw away the handle of the rifle in his hand without even looking at it, and at the same time he struggled to draw his heavy sword from the scabbard in front of the saddle, and when he saw a figure shaking in an interval, he slammed the spur, and when the horse neighed and ran along the edge of the formation, the long sword had swept towards the figure that had just emerged half a head.

A stream of dark red blood gushed out in the eyes of the Frenchman, and he didn't need to look at it to know that the enemy had been cut to the ground by him, and at the same time, the completely different feel made him know that his sword had probably cut a crossbar between the two carriages by the way.

At the same time, the rest of the French had already swarmed in the process, and they began to run counterclockwise in the same direction as the first, after storming the formation.

"Hold the gap!" A mercenary who was no longer young shouted to the bewildered Agri, he had just picked up a short spear from the ground, a sharp cavalry spear had already swept over his head, although he immediately poked the short spear out of the gap in the plank, but it stabbed into the air, his enemy had nimbly urged his horse to pass in front of him, and then another cavalryman had appeared in front of him, with a flash of light, the mercenary felt the short spear in his hand suddenly parted into his arms, Then he was knocked down and thrown out of the carriage by the tremendous force of the inertia of the opponent when he cut off the shaft of the spear.

Viscount Gronob had already stood up with the support of his entourage, he felt a pain in his waist, even if he just took a breath, there would be a tingling pain, he probably had a broken bone and pierced into his internal organs, which made him not even have the strength to speak.

But the viscount insisted that he be helped to his feet from behind the convex slope, and when he saw the cavalry, which had begun to run around the enemy's chariot formation like a whirlwind, the viscount cried out loudly, despite the pain: "Rush in!" Kill all those bugs! ”

"Don't move, sir," whispered his knight, dissuasioning, "but what if the queen of Naples is really inside, will she be killed with the queen?" ”

Viscount Gronob was stunned for a moment, but the sharp pain caused by the shouting made him immediately forget his scruples.

"What Queen, the glory of the Queen of Naples belongs to Her Majesty Anne, Queen of France," the viscount gasped and retorted, his voice loud, as if to convince himself at the same time, and then he ordered one of his retinues to "order the infantry to advance, and tell the damned Poknees and the Langes to stop watching the excitement, or they won't want to get a share of the spoils." ”

"Yes, sir." The attendant shouted and turned his head to run towards the infantry formation behind, but as soon as he straightened up, a sudden burst of muskets rang out in the car formation, which frightened him to stop and bend down to find a place to hide.

"Coward!" Viscount Gronob cursed angrily, he struggled to climb the convex slope regardless of the people next to him, what the people around him did not expect was that in the roar of muskets one after another, the viscount actually stood on the slope unharmed, and even raised his sword with his left hand defiantly towards the Neapolitan on the opposite side.

The Viscount's unusual behavior infected all who saw this, and the French behind began to shout and swarm towards the chariot formation, and in this short moment, the cavalry had already found a place in the chariot formation that seemed to be weakly defended, and after paying the price of a cavalryman being stabbed from his horse by a few spears, they began to charge violently towards the gap.

"My lord, what are you bohemians doing?" Carlo, who had just thrown away a musket, could no longer care about politely shouting loudly, his face, which had been rough by the wind and frost, had already been dyed iron gray by the smoke of gunpowder, and he could no longer see his original appearance except for a pair of eyes.

"Don't worry about all that," said Alexander, handing the hunter one of his two freshly loaded muskets, as he stared outside, "and don't forget that Sophia is still with us, and Nashan will not let his precious daughter be in danger." ”

"Then he'd better hurry up, or that young lady might have to go to war on her own." Carlo motioned back to Alexander, then took his gun and aimed it again at the Frenchman who were rushing outside.

Alexander turned his head when he heard this, and then he saw Sophia walking towards him in armor, and several of the queen's guards around her were also nervously following with weapons in hand, but the expressions on their faces were very strange.

"What are you doing running to the front!"

Alexander yelled at Sophia angrily, he was about to reach out to grab Sophia, but the girl suddenly slapped her on the arm, and just when his body couldn't help but tilt, Sophia's other hand had already snatched the musket from his hand, and as the muzzle of the gun raised sparks and sprayed, a French soldier who had just rushed to a nearby grain truck immediately fell headlong.

"Your woman is unreasonable to your Majesty," shouted the attendant who had given the order almost close to Alexander's ear, "and she threatened Her Majesty with a terrible weapon, forcing Her Majesty to send us to help you!" ”

"What did you say?" Alexander was stunned for a moment, then understood what was happening, and asked Sophia, who was urging Carlo to hit the bomb, "Did you force the queen to send someone?" ”

Sophia quickly raised her arm, which made Alexander immediately understand that she must have scared Joanna with her short crossbow, and thinking of the queen's horror when she faced Sophia, who was armed with a short crossbow, he really didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed.

"Then you can catch her after she leaves the queen," Alexander said casually, reloading equally quickly, for he noticed that the French seemed to have spotted some weak point in the chariot formation, and a group of French horsemen had begun to turn their horses and rush out in the direction parallel to the slopes of the valley on the left side of the chariot formation. ”

A chaotic cheer of nervousness or excitement echoed Alexander's shouts, and the Agri surged together to huddle with each other and stretched out their spears at the edge of the chariots, and they might have seen the Frenchmen rushing towards them, some on horseback, some running, some with muskets further away, firing fragments at the chariots.

When the first cavalryman crashed into a grain cart that was about to fall apart, but then the horse was blocked by the broken body, and the horseman on the horse was staggered by several spears stabbed from three sides at the same time before he could stabilize his body, he faintly heard the attendant shouting in an angry voice: "She has an accomplice, the Bohemian you brought......

Then Alexander grabbed a long-handled axe that he had prepared at his side, and together with the Agri beside him, he met the Frenchmen who were rushing towards the gap!

The sharp blade in front of the axe slashed downward, and Alexander felt the tremor of the pounding on the weight, but he saw that the Frenchman who had been struck in the shoulder by him swayed only slightly, and then the cavalryman slashed down with his heavy sword.

Alexander only had time to fend off with the protruding blade of his axe, but the sword was still unstoppable.

A light flashed from the side, and Sophia, who already had an extra sword in her hand, struck the Frenchman's head with the blade of her sword, and her strength was so great that even the Frenchman in armor still shook violently, but this time he was not lucky, and before he could stabilize, the muzzle of the short musket in Sophia's hand had poked into the gap in his half-open visor, and with a muffled sound, the Frenchman's helmet immediately spewed out a large puff of smoke like a stove lit with charcoal.

The cavalryman's body fell backwards with a bang, and Sophia's body was suddenly dragged from the fallen carriage!

"You're crazy!" Alexander roared in frustration, and while he held Sophia tightly in his arms, he still swung his spear with one hand, and with a cheer from the French, another group of French cavalry had already bypassed the formation and began to charge towards the gap.

"If we can't stop it, we'll die here!" Carlo let out a panicked shout, and even though he was relying on the car formation, he did not believe that this time he could stop the attack of the French.

"Nashan, it's already begun" At this moment, Alexander, who was also beating wildly in his heart, flashed this thought.

"That kid, I have to think about whether or not to marry my daughter to him."

When the French attacked for the first time after discovering the gap, Nashan, who was sitting opposite Joanna, stood up, with a saber in front of him, a torch poked on the ground next to him, and on the other side lay two guards who were groaning, although Nashan knew that these two men were pretending to be more pitiful, but he knocked them unconscious with the handle of his sword before leaving.

Joanna shuddered at the sight of Nashan's murder, she could never have imagined that so many bad things would happen on this trip, although the Gombray was vulgar, but compared to the terrible bohemian in front of her, it was even very polite.

"It's about time." Nathan listened carefully, and when he heard the sound of neat horses' hooves mixed in the chaos from the other side of the chariot, Nashan muttered, and he pulled out his torch from the ground and walked towards the Queen's carriage, "I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, I may ask Her Majesty Queen Bohemi to pay you for your carriage." ”

As he spoke, Nashan waved his arm, and the torch was thrown directly into the carriage that had been splashed with pine oil.

"Boom", the scorching flames rose into the air, the carriage burned instantly, Joanna didn't even have time to scream, she could only bend down in embarrassment to avoid the oncoming scorching heat.

Flames in the darkness lit up the entire array in an instant.

Bright swords and guns, shining armor, muzzles of guns, and the French cavalry and the banners held high among them rushed towards the gap in the formation of vehicles with an unstoppable momentum.

All of this was enveloped in the light of the fire centered on the queen's carriage in an instant.

Everyone was stunned at this moment, the Agri, who had their backs to the flames, looked behind them and couldn't help but look behind them, their faces showed surprise, or because they were dazzled by the firelight, the Frenchman in front of them couldn't help but resist not looking back, and the Viscount Gronob standing on the convex slope was stunned by this sudden scene.

"What are the Neapolitans going to do?" The Viscount felt a little uneasy in his heart, although he immediately told himself that it was a bit too funny, these Neapolitans who transported food were completely a group of cowards who relied on trickery to carry out surprise attacks, how could they be the opponents of the French cavalry, but looking at the fire suddenly lit in the car formation, the Viscount inexplicably thought of those flying insects that often threw themselves into the net.

"My lord, don't they be signaling." The knight beside the viscount suddenly spoke, he didn't know what to think, but the thought suddenly popped up.

"Who else can they give," Viscount Gronob retorted, but suddenly he realized something, and turned his head sharply to look at the side of the valley hill that was already completely shrouded in darkness, and then he looked at the top of the slope, which seemed to be far away, but like a shaky black shadow that would rush to his eyes at any moment, and muttered "Signal......

"It's cavalry!"

The viscount's retinue uttered the same exclamation that the Agri had uttered when they faced them.

And his eyes, which were obviously much better than those of the wounded viscount, could clearly see that rushing down the slope was a group of sabers-wielding sabers, covering the rear of the French cavalry.

"Bohemian." Alexander, who was standing in the car formation, finally let out a sigh.

The French cavalry was indeed the most formidable opponent of its time, and there may be no hope of victory in the face of such an enemy.

But the brave and noble, but reckless and arrogant French cavalry had an Achilles' heel, that is, once they run, they are like wild boars and will not turn.