I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

At the same time, on the other side.

The edge of the plain between the imperial capital and the Maria Mountains.

A group of cavalry was waiting there.

They all have tall and straight postures, with resolute eyes, and the horses underneath them are all tall and strong.

The special red military uniforms added a touch of heroism to them.

Their number was huge, probably several thousand, standing in a line formation on the plain.

They said nothing, and even the war horses beneath them were extremely quiet, motionless and silent.

If it weren't for the fallen leaves that were blown up and fell by the wind in front of them, there would even be an illusion that time was suspended.

A man with a flag gun in his hand rode a war horse and walked back and forth in front of these cavalry. He had medium-long fiery red hair, clear facial features, and deep and resolute eyes.

The red flag on the flag gun fluttered with the breeze, and on it was a ferocious wolf head outlined with golden lines.

That is the emblem of the Royal Celtic Order.

Britannia's most elite cavalry is also the last barrier to the imperial capital.

He only takes orders from the emperor, and even Victor has no authority to give orders.

The man carrying the flag is Wolfe, the leader of the Royal Celtic Knights.

The meaning is "wolf".

"Everyone!"

The knight's voice was rich and magnetic, with strong penetrating power, and could even reach thousands of meters away.

“You should be aware of the numerical gap between us and the enemy.

I don't know when support will come.

Perhaps we have fallen victim to politics.

It can be said that this battle is a losing battle!

However, it is fight or retreat, I think you already have the answer in your mind. "

He flicked the flag in his hand, pointing the tip of the pole behind them, and the flag flew in the wind.

"Behind us is the imperial capital!

We have no way out!

This battle has nothing to do with victory or defeat, only faith and dignity!

We need to tell these West French people a lesson.

no matter who!

Dare to invade our land.

We dare to follow them,

Fight to the end! "

Wolfe's roar echoed throughout the land, his eyes were red and his blood was boiling.

The knights in front of him still held their heads high, with no fear or panic in their eyes, and no one retreated.

Soon, at the end of the plain, a group of troops, neatly arranged and armed with live ammunition, were rushing toward them at a constant speed.

They didn't move, just waiting for the best time to charge.

And Wolfe's words continued.

"Do you know why the flag of the Royal Celtic Knights is a red wolf?

There are no fiery red wolves in this world, that is the color of blood.

The red wolf is a bloody wolf!

This is also the creed of the Knights!

In the world of wolves,

There is no prey that cannot be caught,

Only the determination not to catch up!

There is no food that cannot be fought for,

Only the courage to dare not challenge!

On the plains of the Grand Pampas, as long as they are united, even the lions and bears will have to give in when the wolves attack! "

Looking at the approaching Xifalan army, Wolfe slowly opened his mouth, revealing his ferocious sharp teeth.

"Son of Brittania!

Make your blood boil!

At this moment, the plain has arrived, and it is time for the wolves to attack! ! "

As soon as the words fell, these knights almost seemed to be cloned. They raised their lances in synchronization, tucked them under their armpits, and pointed them at the distant army.

Wolf pointed the tip of the flag at the distant army and roared.

"charge!!!!"

The moment the words fell, thousands of horses rumbled and the earth trembled.

The knights lined up and faced the army in the distance, launching a charge without hesitation, getting faster and faster.

The troops in West France were obviously aware of the cavalry rushing towards them not far away.

The leading general looked at the adjutant on one side, and the adjutant immediately blew the horn in his hand.

The war drums at the rear of the army also began to beat. The soldiers lined up in columns, walking forward to the beat of the drums like conjoined twins, although they looked a little stiff.

But this is the most practical military formation of this era.

Because the hit rate of the flintlock gun is very low, there is a very big gap between the final impact point and the aiming point. When firing, the flintlock gun will also emit very large smoke to block the line of sight, so you must line up in a queue. Increase the shooting area to achieve maximum killing effect.

And because it does not affect the second round of shooting by the troops behind, the army must prohibit it.

They stood in a square formation, with the first row holding guns in their hands and aiming at the cavalry charging towards them in the distance.

They did not fire immediately. The range of the flintlock was limited. If they fired early, the damage would be limited. If they fired late, they would be attacked by the cavalry.

These soldiers held their breath and felt the trembling of the earth, and their hearts were also trembling.

Following the sergeant's order.

"Bang bang bang peng!"

Dozens of flintlock muskets were fired at the same time. The thick smoke emitted obscured their sight, and the strong smell of gunpowder flooded into their nostrils. They had become accustomed to this smell.

Countless projectiles formed a barrage and hit some cavalry at the front.

The cavalrymen fell to the ground together with the fallen horses, but at the same time, the cavalrymen behind them stepped over the bodies of their companions and followed closely.

When the infantry were preparing for the second volley, the cavalry came to them.

"boom!!!"

The first lance that crashed into the array instantly pierced the chests of the two men. The war horses under their feet slammed into some people with a powerful impact, and the heartbreaking sound of broken bones was heard.

Countless cavalry attacked the infantry front line like a tsunami, crushing their bodies, their pride, and their souls with a devastating momentum.

Before muskets were fully popularized, line cavalry actually disappeared for a while.

At that time, in order to deal with the line of cavalry, the infantry was equipped with a large number of spears with a length of about 6 meters. When encountering the attack of the line of cavalry, they would stick the spears diagonally on the ground, supported by squatting spearmen, and list the long spears on the hedgehog. Several layers of spear formations as dense as thorns.

The people standing behind were all powerful crossbowmen. They waited until the cavalry approached within 10 meters before firing. Even the plate-armored heavy cavalry was helpless against this kind of spear array. If they charged into the spear array, the casualties on both sides would be about the same.

The price of a heavy armored cavalry is obviously much more than that of a spearman. After this kind of spear and crossbow array became popular, the line cavalry in Europe actually died out.

However, after muskets replaced spears and crossbows, European line cavalry was reborn from the ashes.

Because the bayonets of the muskets were not long enough to deal with the spears of the line cavalry, the armor of the line cavalry was no longer needed at this time. A line of more than a hundred cavalry in three rows was enough to crush them.