When it was confirmed that the French defenders did not have large caliber artillery and only had a 4-pound cannon left, General Pedro boldly arranged 2,000 cavalry less than 1,000 meters from Caishi Town.

When the cavalry commander rode his horse to the forefront of the team, two thousand cavalry cheered together, and the officers straightened their bodies, and they solemnly saluted General Pedro who passed by them; the soldiers waving their glittering sabers on the horse's back, trying their best to show the invincible spirit of the Spanish knights; the more than a thousand Spanish cavalry who were hovering on the left and right wings of Caishi Town and monitoring the enemy also cheered after hearing the shouts of their comrades, as if they had won a great victory.

Pedro smiled proudly, and he waved his hand to respond frequently, very happy to enjoy this exciting scene of Pepbai. He used to follow General Galicia and silently experienced it as a follower officer. Today, he is the only one who is the master of this battlefield. Three thousand cavalrymen are cheering for the great General Pedro, who will lead the cavalry into Caishi Town and eliminate all the Frenchmen who dared to resist. Therefore, after the battle, he would have lunch in Caishi Town and dinner in the city of Melda.

"Major, you and your people can start!" General Pedro turned his head and said to an officer accompanying him.

The major officer saluted with excitement, turned his horse's head, and he waved his hand violently, and a team of vanguard cavalry who were ready to go rushed out immediately. 200 men followed closely 3 meters behind the major, and rushed towards the French position together.

"Haha, I want to repeat the same trick!" General Delney smiled. In his bi-legged telescope, the vanguard cavalry had no saber or pistol in his hand, and only had it successfully pulled to the outer barbed wire, and one of the reins tied to the horse's belly.

Chief Rusty, who was on the battlefield commander's side, also ordered the messenger to "tell the officers to make the infantry ready, and then tell Lieutenant Colonel Kerer that his artillery regiment could begin to act as planned."

When the 200-man Spanish vanguard cavalry trotted 800 meters ahead of the French position, eight 4-pound cannons began to be slowly pushed to the front of the French position by the gunners, parallel to the second chest wall.

The gunners received the command: "Fill the shotgun and hit the target 300 meters."

The infantry were also ready to stick to their feet. All 700 gunmen who used Minnie bullets were redeployed on the second chest wall. Inside the first chest wall in front of them, 2,000 soldiers using smoothbore guns were hidden. Previously, these people had been hiding in Caishi Town. After obtaining combat missions, they were divided into three rows, squatting in the first chest wall, waiting for the officer's orders.

300 meters! The dull sound of cannons rang in the ears of the Spanish cavalry. Before they could look up and identify the location of the enemy's shells, they turned into a blurry white scene in front of them. Nearly a thousand hot iron balls occurred in the 8 4-pound cannons, and in the form of fan-shaped radiation, they crashed into the softness of the cavalry and the horses under their crotch at high speed, and knocked them to the ground fiercely.

Under the attack of dense shotguns, half of the cavalry formations were instantly cleared in an instant. The leading major had no time to feel sad about the casualties of his riders. He waved the horse rope in his hand, looked around, and shouted, "Don't be afraid, don't retreat, move closer to me, and continue charging!"

Before the major finished speaking, a sound of bullets roaring from all over the world came from all directions, one of which flew over his head and hit the comrades behind him. The major looked up and was stunned. He could not believe his eyes. The French could actually shoot his cavalry team with a rifle in his hand on the second chest wall 300 meters away. It was quite accurate. On one side of his side, comrades kept falling off their horses, or being forcibly dragged to the ground by a dying war horse.

When the cavalry major was 100 meters away, he was sadly discovering that he was only one of the 200 vanguard cavalry team. Before the major could make any moves, Corporal Gasset, who had reloaded the ammunition, had already aimed at the cavalry officer. After the gunshot, Minnie shot deep into the major's head, and the latter's head suddenly tilted and fell to the ground from the horse's back at high speed.

When the smoke gradually dissipated, there were only dozens of war horses that could escape from the battlefield. They were scattered around and kept making wailing screams, as if they wanted to wake up their master who was motionless in a pool of blood.

"Despicable, insidious Frenchman, I want to dig out your heart and soul!" General Pedro shouted angrily at the enemy's position. No wonder the French successfully hid eight artillery pieces and ruthlessly shot their cavalry with dense shotguns.

General Galicia also witnessed all this. He initially looked angry and then panic in his heart. The original victory became so difficult. It would be fine if the infantry was killed or injured, but Galicia could summon more soldiers from among the refugees. However, the price of killing more than 200 cavalrymen was unbearable.

Since the besiege of Caishi Town, the battle situation that seemed to have always been mastered by our side forced the French to shrink their positions and be beaten passively, but in fact, the attacking side had almost lost 1,000 people without realizing it, which was one-fourth of its total force. At the same time, the French defenders suffered extremely minor losses. At least in the monocular telescope, Galicia did not see a French soldier falling down.

"Conspiracy is definitely a conspiracy!" Galicia immediately became alert. He called a cavalry to the side of the canyon to investigate the situation, and asked his adjutant to go to the front line to find General Pedro, ordering the latter to stop the attack immediately and return to his position.

But it was too late. When any commander was blinded by the anger in front of him, it would be a disaster, a disaster for himself and his subordinates.

At this time, General Pedro had drawn his saber and pointed his sword directly towards the French position directly in front of him.

This is the order for the entire attack!

1,800 Spanish cavalry were divided into more than 20 squadrons. On the front line less than 2 kilometers wide, there were 5 dense rows of horizontal lines in front and back, and the front row followed closely General Pedro in the forefront.

In order to prevent the frightened war horses from shrinking in front of the barbed wire arranged by France, he ordered the cavalry to pull off their shirts and wrap them into strips of cloth to cover their respective war horses' eyes.

Between 1,000 meters and 500 meters, the cavalry trotted all the way. The cavalry lined up in an orderly formation of honor guards. General Pedro turned around and was very satisfied with his unit's formation. Even if the horses were blindfolded, no riders were left behind, or panic caused by the horses.

According to the combat habits of the Spanish cavalry, he would only order to accelerate the charge when he was 500 meters away from the enemy. He rushed to the French position like a storm and used his saber in his hand to kill the Frenchman in front of him.

"Oh, the Spaniards are starting to fight hard!" Desai, who was sitting on the horse's silence on the top of the church tower, smiled.

I thought that the Spanish general was quite wise and could think of using cloth strips to cover the urethra. It seemed that the enemy had learned a lot in the battle, but unfortunately he had no chance to inform others of this valuable experience he had exchanged for countless blood.

Desai turned his head and found that Adjutant Mardan beside him was chatting with Lieutenant Jacques without a word, looking absent-minded.

"You want to go to the battle?" Desai asked to the adjutant.

"Yes, General!" Captain Mardan did not hide his thoughts.

Desai waved his hand with a bold move, "Go, Major! General Deerney's sniper regiment is still missing a commander, you will take on this position. Remember, it is temporary. After the battle, you continue to come back and be the major adjutant for me!"

"Major?!" After Mardan was sure that his rank was not called wrong by the Duke of Desay, but should have been a kind of battlefield promotion, he rushed down the church in great excitement and rushed towards the front position.

At this time, the artillery soldiers were lifting all the disguises and showing rows of extremely fierce fangs. After finally waiting for the order from Commander Kerer, the gunners pushed away the wall or fence in the house facing the battlefield. More than 20 12-pound, 8-pound, and 6-pound cannons were raising their dark muzzles, waiting for the final firing order, and they would release the terrifying light of death.

An artillery lieutenant conveyed instructions back and forth between the No. 3 gun positions. He walked to a 12-pound cannon and said to the gunman: "Just 900 meters ahead, in the direction of B2, fill the grenades, insert one-third of the lead first."

The gunner who received the order issued the task to each gunner. After the last correction of the elevation angle and ruler, the artillery lieutenant immediately issued a shooting order, and a gunner picked up the prepared scythe to strike the ignition tube.

Two seconds later, the shells rushed out of the cannon chamber under the push of gunpowder, whistling across the blue sky, and flew like a fireball toward the predetermined target, position B2 800 meters away.

"Arson reset!" The gunners came over collectively and struggled to push the offset 12-pound cannon to its original launch position.

"Cleaning the cannon chamber!" With the gunman's command, a cannon brush held a long push rod covered with a wool brush, dipped it in the water, and then used it to clean the 12-pound cannon chamber to ensure that there was no Mars in the cannon chamber.

"Correct the elevation angle and ruler, target the D4 direction 350 meters away! Continue to load the grenade and insert the quarter lead!"

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When the rumbling cannons came from the French position, the Spanish cavalry who were trotting all the way couldn't help but stretched their necks and looked up nervously. At this time, about 20 shells drew graceful white arcs in the sky. They went from small to large in their eyes, and in a blink of an eye, hitting towards them, either above their heads or behind them.

"Damn it, the French hid 12 pounds of artillery!" All the cavalry officers were cursing, but they could no longer stop.

General Pedro also saw it, and his heart felt a lot of pain. He had difficulty guessing that before 20 solid bullets fell to the ground, he would lose at least 30 brave riders behind him.

"Everyone accelerates the sprint!" Pedro made up his mind, and could only use the spurs on his horse's boots to sting the horse's belly, urging the horse to accelerate and run forward, thinking of breaking away from the attack range of the enemy's heavy artillery as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!