As an outstanding representative of the brave knights, the lances need to undergo more and more rigorous training than other light cavalry, including 55 different training programs, 22 types of cavalry, 18 types of infantry, and 15 types of basic training.

In addition, since the spear in the hands of the opponent's cavalry is too clumsy when fighting each other, the lancers must use sabers. Therefore, in addition to mastering the skills of using spears, the lancers must also be proficient in using sabers, carbines (carbines) or pistols.

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Four or five hundred meters away from the coalition defense line, the Polish lances were attacked by the first volley of enemy artillery (previously scattered artillery). Amid the roars, the first row of cavalry charged in the front were violently fired by several artillery guns.

In an instant, more than two hundred iron balls formed a metal barrage in front of the knights. Several officers rushing in the front and the soldiers behind them were knocked over to the ground by powerful shotguns. For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere and piled up corpses.

To prevent torn stomachs, broken limbs and bones, and constant flowing blood from tangling, entangling horse hooves or sliding them to the horse, riders have to carefully control their mounts and try to jump over the above obstacles. In addition, they must try their best to avoid trampling on the bodies of their comrades, or wait for the wounded under the horse hooves to stand up again and avoid the roadside.

A little hesitation and soft-heartedness caused the entire column to fall into chaos, and the charge had to pause temporarily.

Colonel Pavorsky was also injured. A large piece of flesh and blood was wiped away by a metal projectile on his left thigh. Fortunately, it did not hurt his muscles and bones, so it was not too serious. A messenger came over to check the officer's injuries and asked the colonel where it was injured.

The cavalry commander's fingers were in a mess of cavalry columns, the bodies of officers and soldiers who were lying in pools of blood, and the wounded soldiers who were rolling and moaning on the ground, he said sadly: "Damn it, my wound is here!"

Colonel Pawowski stopped the messenger from trying to dismount and bandage his wounds. He ordered anxiously: "Go, find me a trumpet soldier and call Girlovski!" In the platoon just now, his team lost the trumpeter.

When the column charges, the role of an excellent troop troop soldier is more important than that of a cavalry officer. Girlovsky is not only a lancer who knows how to charge, but he has also served as a trumpeter, scout, and even a cavalry gunner before.

Girlovsky, who received the order from the regiment commander from the temporary messenger, nimblely drove the war horse, jumped lightly to the outside of the road, and walked around the congested middle road, and came to the commander. After obtaining permission, he jumped off the horse, took off the blood-colored military trumpet from the tightly held hands of the dead former Sihu soldier, turned over the horse again, and waited for Colonel Pavowsky's instructions to issue.

When the loud trumpet sounded again on the battlefield, the inspired cavalry column quickly restored its original order. At the request of the officer, the soldiers lined up again, followed the direction guided by the commander and the trumpeter, and continued to charge.

Although the attacking side was shrouded in the battlefield fog, the distance of 400 meters was too close. The gunners on the coalition positions could still see the charge formation of the Polish cavalry after they were assembled. Under the command of Portuguese officers, the gunners quickly loaded solid bullets and fired them together when the lances rushed to the front of the position only 300 meters.

These shells roared, and the long cavalry columns that were like plows. As they were bouncing and rolling in solid bouncing, the injured war horses and soldiers fell one after another. However, this time, the Polish cavalry who were hit were no longer panicked and in chaos. Despite the great losses, they did not stop or hesitate. Because in their ears, the sound of a military call guiding victory was always heard.

At the end of the column, the fallen soldiers who had previously been dropped did not give up on fighting. They took out their sabers, rifles or pistols from the fallen horses, ran forward on foot, and followed their comrades' pace.

When the charge column was attacked by the enemy's platoon for the third time and was less than 200 meters away from the front wall of the coalition forces, commander Colonel Pavorsky was still at the forefront. He kept urging his subordinates to continue charging and running at full speed towards the enemy's position.

At this time, dozens of Portuguese hunters stood up on the opposite chest wall and on both sides of the road. The rifle bullets they fired penetrated the air and knocked several Polish riders to the ground.

100 meters!

The cavalry commander signaled Gillowsky to blow the horn in his hand for the sixth time: three short and rapid sounds. This was the final sprint, which meant that the lances were no longer subject to the unilateral rain of bullets imposed by the enemy. They could disperse the dense and narrow cavalry formations. Under the leadership of their respective squadron officers, they headed straight forward or to both sides of the road to kill infantry and gunners who were holding the coalition positions.

Girlovsky had already stuffed the bugle into his pocket on the side of the horse's back, and replaced his hand with a thin spear of nearly 4 meters, closely following the commander. Perhaps it was because of the change of the role of the trumpeter returning to the lancesman warrior, or perhaps because of the idea of ​​His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's promise to his extraordinary promotion, which made the Polish veteran energetic. He shouted enthusiastically, "Fight, kill!"

Accompanied by the shouting, Gillowsky clamped the ribs with both knees, let go of the reins with his left hand, and stabbed the horse's belly with a spur. The horse under his crotch accelerated the speed to the extreme. Gillowsky actually crossed the cavalry commander in front of him and rushed to the first place. But he didn't care, or did not notice that he was still holding a nearly 4-meter-long spear firmly with his right hand and armpits. The triangular flag on the gun body whistled in the air, as if an eagle was screaming, calling Gillowsky, bravely and decisively killing all enemies that blocked his progress, and making contributions to the kind and great crown prince...

When they saw the brave and fearless Polish cavalry less than 50 meters away from them, everyone on the other side of the coalition position, whether it was a skilled gunner or an ordinary infantry, was frightened and panicked. Although they did not dare to turn around and flee under the deterrence of the officers and the law enforcement team, the speed of the rifle filling ammunition was significantly slower when they gave the artillery and the rifle to fill the ammunition.

The opportunity is not missed! Taking advantage of the panic and busyness of the Portuguese, the lances rushed forward like wolves and tigers.

The squadron cavalry on both sides of the column, without waiting for the horses to cross the chest wall on the road, began to thrust the slender and sharp spears, and terrified the coalition infantry, one by one, and nailed them to the soil one by one. They pulled out the spearhead from the enemy's corpses so that the despicable Portuguese could shed blood on their bodies, so as to comfort those comrades who were unfortunately killed on the way to charge.

At the front end of the column, Girlovsky was the first infantry's chest wall that rushed across the middle of the highway. He was disdainful to kill the humble and weak infantry who could only hid under the chest wall with his head in his arms, but nailed his eyes to a turret more than 30 meters away, and a group of gunners who were busy filling shotguns or grape bullets.

When the Polish cavalry rushed over with a spear in his hand and was viciously riding horses, the coalition gunners on one side of the artillery block discovered the danger that was close at hand. They were screaming in surprise and panic. Some wanted to continue to load shells, some left the cannon brush and turned around to escape. A brave artillery officer angrily drew out his sword. He held the hilt with both hands, and moved forward. With the fearless aura of blocking the chariot with the mantis arm, he faced the Polish lancers rushing towards him in the middle of the road.

Girlovsky jumped easily from the gun stand and the baggage wheel, and with his right hand, he stabbed the sharp metal spearhead into the heart of the artillery officer. Without looking at it, he pulled out his spear, rushed forward, and stepped forward to death a guy carrying the shells. Soon, the brave Poles waved the gun again and nailed a Portuguese gunner to his gun position. At this time, the Polish cavalry's spear could not be pulled out. It was because he used too much force, and the spearhead was too deep and stuck in the gap in the bones of the corpse.

Seeing this, the two artillery soldiers felt an opportunity to take advantage of it. They looked at each other and surrounded each other with bare hands, trying to pull the knight wearing a Polish military cap off the horse's back. Gillovsky hurriedly let go of the gun handle in his hand. He pulled out the sabers from the side of the horse's belly, urged the horse to move forward, waved left and right, and chopped the two gunners who wanted to sneak attack him to the ground without any mercy.

The comrades behind Girlovsky were busy clearing out the infantry on the other side of his chest wall, and no one came to support him for the time being. The lonely hero rushed left and right and chopped and killed desperately, like a cruel lone wolf rushing into the middle of a flock. With his own strength, he not only destroyed a whole turret, seized 4 artillery pieces, but also killed six gunners and an officer, and drove out other enemies on the cannon base.

Looking at the gunner who was dying under his spear or knife; listening to the fleeing Portuguese crying for help, Girlovsky felt extremely happy. Only by standing on the bloody and cruel battlefield was the glorious life he wanted. Of course, the enemy's corpse and blood would also win the title of officer for himself.

Just as the Poles were thinking about whether to take advantage of the victory and take down another cannon base so that several more heroic medals were hung on their chests, a row of bullets flew over, and one of them knocked Gillowsky's square military cap aside.

More than 10 meters away on the left, under the command of a coalition officer, more than 20 Portuguese soldiers surrounded and formed a rectangular infantry phalanx. Perhaps because of fear, the soldiers shrank tightly and tried to cover the gunners behind them.

Without any hesitation, Girlovsky decided to give the Portuguese a little more powerful. He immediately stepped forward and pulled out the revolver from the horse's belly pocket. The multi-barrel pistol that continued to spray flames eventually dispelled the only courage that the Portuguese had to hold their positions. No one dared to use his weak body to face such a terrifying weapon that kept firing bullets. Everyone screamed, threw down their weapons, wrapped in officers and gunners, and scattered.

In this way, Girlovsky occupied the second enemy artillery base without any danger.

Without artillery cover, the flock of Portuguese infantry, like sheep, completely lost the courage to continue fighting under the siege of the Polish lancers who were as fierce as a tiger descending the mountain. They looked at their once lively comrades who were once jumping around, either stabbed to death by spears or sabers, or trampled to death by horse hooves, or fell under the muzzle of a revolver. They threw away their weapons, knelt on the ground with their knees, and raised their hands high, waiting for the kind Poles to capture themselves.

Just when four Polish cavalry squadrons violently attacked the Portuguese defenders on both sides of the chest walls and artillery towers, French and Irish soldiers formed a second cavalry column, and received orders from the messengers to attack the entire line. Nearly 600 officers and soldiers burst into thunderous shouts, each holding up his sword and sweeping along the road to victory of the Polish comrades in front of him, sweeping like a storm.

On the rugged road covered by thick fog and gun smoke, the cavalry of the Second Column continued to attack the third line of defense of the coalition forces.

This defense line is located at the corner of the mountain road, less than 500 meters away from the previous one. The Portuguese soldiers here did not seem to be affected by the loss of the front line. They bravely poured out the dense firepower of the rifle, and the two artillery bases behind them were also firing violently, participating in the attack on the invaders. The continuous firepower brought about the horror of hell, and the people and horses in the front row fell one by one. Similarly, the war horses that lost the rider, like the soldiers who were dismissed, remained closely following the pace of the column.

After the cavalry lieutenant colonel who led the team was unfortunately dismayed, his torso was severely damaged and blood continued to flow. The frightened masterless horse rushed out of the smoke like thunder. Seeing this, a captain officer quickly stepped forward. He was ordered to take over the command of the column and guided the cavalry behind him to continue attacking forward without fear. Despite the huge losses, no one chose to pause or hesitate. Soon, the cavalry rushed over the chest wall, raised their sabers, and slashed fiercely at the enemies who had their heads curled up on their shoulders.

Ten minutes later, after paying the price of nearly 30 casualties, the second cavalry column also successfully captured the third coalition defense line. At this time, the last enemy defense line located on the back of the mountain pass was close to each other. The confident cavalry all believed that as long as a charge was launched, a brilliant victory would be at your fingertips.
Chapter completed!