"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Louis Alexander shouted wildly, and while shouting, he ran back desperately, waved his hands to signal his soldiers to set up a formation to meet the enemy immediately.

At this time, the vibration on the ground was already very obvious, and the French soldiers who had been through many battles also reacted. These soldiers began to rush to line up under the command of their respective commanders.

However, it was impossible for the well-trained French army to form a formation in such a short time. And the sudden attacks were the Ming army's cavalry, Louis Alexander, at this time, no longer thought about when the Ming army's cavalry would launch an attack from behind, and when these cavalry emerged.

In his mind, the only thought was that they had to stop these cavalry and they would never rush over. If the French army was on guard, then he would not worry at all when facing the cavalry. But now the troops' attention was all focused on the front line. Many of the French coalition forces that did not attack were not even weapons, and were resting in the rear waiting for orders. Who would have expected that the attack would be launched from behind?

In an instant, Louis Alexander's forehead was covered with sweat, and the hat on his head and the wig with perfume and silver powder were also tilted to the side because of panic and running. He held the sword with one hand and pulled out the musket he carried with the other hand. The anxiety in his heart can be imagined.

"Major Abel, take your men and rush over and stop the cavalry!" Louis Alexander grabbed an officer who was gathering the troops and shouted loudly in his ear.

Major Abel's troops had just assembled more than a hundred people, and the soldiers were sorting out their respective weapons. After Louis Alexander's order was issued, he looked up at the Ming cavalry who had rushed over, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"See your order!" Although he knew that more than one hundred musketeers were useless at all, and without the cooperation of formation, they were no match for the cavalry. Perhaps, he and his soldiers would be slaughtered by the cavalry without any resistance like scarecrows, but in the face of the orders of his superiors, he could not afford to resist.

The strength and training of the French Army were revealed at this moment. Major Abel shouted at his soldiers: "Soldiers, follow me!" Then, he pulled out the sword at his waist, took his fearless steps, and took his soldiers to come to the cavalry without hesitation.

"Captain Madan, bring your people to support Major Abel, hurry up! Be sure to be fast!" Then Louis Alexander shouted at another officer. Captain Madan made the same move as Major Abel, and followed Major Abel and led the people to the direction of Major Abel.

"Continue to line up! Why are you still standing there? Hurry!" Louis Alexander shouted again. In addition, he looked for the figure of the dragon cavalry commander Colonel Henry in the panic crowd, but did not find where he was. He quickly said to the adjutant who followed him: "Let me find Colonel Henry immediately, let his dragon cavalry attack immediately, and tell him that this is my order!"

"See your order!" the adjutant responded repeatedly, running away to find someone. At this time, the sound of horse hooves in his ears was close at hand, and a scream followed by a scream. Louis Alexander knew that the troops behind him had already met the Ming army's cavalry, and it was too late to make other reactions. He could only expect God to remain attached to the great France, as well as the efforts of Major Abel and Captain Madan, as long as he could stop the Ming army's cavalry for some time.

Thinking of this, Louis Alexander, holding the musket, couldn't help but cross his chest, muttering the name of God.

Just as he was praying, the Ming army's cavalry had already hit the oncoming French army. Without saying a word, the cavalry at the forefront directly raised the three-eyed gun and pointed the French soldiers who were ready to die without hesitation.

With the gunshots and smoke filled the smoke, the running French soldiers fell down instantly, while the other French troops seemed to be stunned by the sudden gunshots. It was the first time they had learned such a tactic when facing the Ming cavalry who had never fought against each other. Some soldiers even thought that they were not facing the Ming cavalry, but their own dragon cavalry.

"Storm up! Storm up! Children, long live France! Long live the king!" Major Abel was also shocked, but as the commander, he had to exert his abilities at this time. He knew very well what would happen if he was directly rushed into an army that had not been arranged by a powerful cavalry.

At this time, even if he died, he died on the battlefield of charge rather than on the way to escape. His glory as a soldier and the pride of the French officer made him overcome his fear. He raised the musket in his hand, fired a shot in front, then threw it away, waved his sword, and bravely headed towards the cavalry closest to him.

The distance between the two sides was approaching in a flash. Seeing that the other cavalry was about to come to him, Major Abel stopped at this time, staring at the speeding cavalry, holding the sword in his hand tightly.

Fifteen meters...ten meters...five meters...

He was about to approach, and he could even clearly see the face of the cavalry. It was a young oriental face, very similar to the face of the Indians on the American continent. It was strange that why these soldiers of the Ming Empire were so similar to the Indians? Could it be that the original owners on this continent, the ancestors of those inferior Indians, moved to this place from the distant Eastern countries due to the defeat?

For some reason, these thoughts suddenly flashed through Major Abel's mind. He even remembered the first Indian who died at his hands. He was an Indian who was as young as this cavalry, but his face was painted with gorgeous colors and colorful feathers. Like this cavalry, he rode on a horse, waving his simple weapons, and made a call like a savage...

However, the other party soon turned into a corpse in Major Abel's hand. At that time, he was just a lieutenant. He even curiously checked the corpse, studied the source of those colors, and pulled out the feathers inserted on his head and used it as his own spoil.

Now, that beautiful feather has become an ornament for his wife in his home in France, and may become a witness to his family's verification of the great France's conquest of this land in the future.

Finally, the two sides came into contact. Although the cavalry had great advantages over infantry, Major Abel was an experienced officer. He suddenly activated his body the moment the other party intends to raise his weapon, and his body flashed to one side vigorously.

At the moment the two sides met, he clearly saw the astonishment on the face of the young cavalry, because the opponent's weapon suddenly swung only into the air, and at this time the sword in his hand had already stabbed the opponent on the horse accurately. Only a scream could be heard in his ear, and the young cavalry suddenly fell from the horse.

"One!" Major Abel said in a voice that he could only hear, and at the same time he felt relieved. Just as he was about to turn around and continue to look for the next target, a gust of wind suddenly blew. With the gust of wind, he was surprised to find that he seemed to fly up suddenly. The blue sky and white clouds suddenly became so close, and the green ground became so far away. But soon, all this was reversed again. In the dithering, he vaguely saw a familiar figure, a figure standing with no head and holding his sword in his hand. He understood what was going on, but at the same time, consciousness began to dissipate, and endless darkness came from all directions, instantly covering his mind.
Chapter completed!