Worth stood quietly on the hill.

He had already discovered Rashid and his party.

In fact, when Rashid began to cross the river, he could fully attack him half-crossing - he had already let a battalion of cavalry go from upstream to the east bank of the Odier River, and an ambushed in a manor about twenty miles from the village of Adoqun.

When most of Rashid's army entered the West Bank, he could suddenly attack and siege it, but he gave up.

According to the previous plan, Rashid must be in a hurry to rush to Cartaya to support Carlos IV, because the Truchen army has begun to harass its camp at night, and the Spanish cavalry did not dare to come out to fight. In order to reverse the dilemma, the Moorish cavalry that came must be useful at night.

So it was predictable that Rashid crossed the mountains to Kartaya, because if they were to go south along the west bank of the Odiel River, they would definitely encounter the Truchens - although the number was not superior, it was still possible to protect the river with a few rafts.

Once they encounter a ranger, they will be exposed and will inevitably be intercepted by the Truchen cavalry, and it is very likely that they will be "half-way" before arriving at the city of Kartaya.

For an army that dares to dispatch in the middle of the night, it must be a rush to rush to the master to seek credit, and will not fight an encounter before meeting him.

No one wants to die without understanding.

But in the end, Wothjing didn't want to do this.

"This is the last thought of the Spaniards. They must smash their only thought, and the battle will be simple after that."

"The Truchens' cavalry are a special cavalry, they can fight both on hard bridges and hard horses during the day, and also fight in the field!"

It's a coincidence that Rashid on the opposite side thought so.

"If the enemy has ambush, the only place among the mountains is there. In addition, there is an endless wilderness, and there is nothing to hide. If you want to ambush, you can't get it."

"There are most of the enemy's rangers on the river bank, and they will not hinder us after seeing it. Even if the main force is summoned, it will be a head-on battle. Are we Moors afraid of a dignified night battle?"

So, while Rashid was about to lead the army south, Wothjing appeared!

To the east of the mountains and west of the river bank, a plain, villages, fields, and grasslands that are about five miles long from north to south and about three miles wide from east to west also appear!

When Wothjing came out, Rashid's army was already neatly advanced southward, but as a well-trained cavalry, he was obviously prepared. When Rashid learned that an enemy appeared behind him, he was delighted.

"I finally forced the enemy out. I, the commander of the last Arab cavalry in the European continent, fight the Truchens to the death!"

So, Rashid's rear army quickly became a front army, and went from south to north to meet the Truchen cavalry!

Dark Night, Nogae people vs. Moors, a war is about to begin.

In the dark night, the horses on both sides cannot be too fast, and the fields everywhere do not allow them to do so, and the horses will not do so even if their vision is blocked.

For Rashid, this is the last elite force after the Moors occupied the Iberian Peninsula. They are also preparing to be the earl of Cordoba. It is impossible to gather all the cavalry together to carry out a wall-mounted charge against the opposite Truchen cavalry.

If that is the case, even if you can defeat the enemy in the end, you will suffer heavy losses. In that case, even if you become the Count of Cordoba, you will be the meat on the cutting board of the Spanish king.

And for the Truchens, this is the case. They value soldiers' lives above everything else, otherwise they would not have spent the greatest effort on firearms at all costs.

However, despite this, Wothjing still had plans for how to fight in the field early in the morning.

A brigade of cavalry, three thousand men, was personally the leader of the regiment when he stepped from north to south. The best-equipped first regiment was still slightly ahead, while the other two regiments were slightly behind.

The advantage of doing this is that since the regiment has the strongest combat power and there is a whole battalion of trolls in hand, at least it can be invincible when the moment they fight with the enemy.

Once the enemy in front is controlled, the two slightly behind will definitely be motivated and will fight to the death when fighting with the enemy.

For Andalusia, because it is a Mediterranean climate, their food is obviously planted in winter and then harvested in early summer, because there is a lot of rain in winter and extremely drought in summer.

Now that the food has been harvested and the fields are empty, there are still a few wheat piles that have not been taken away, and there are still piles alone there without any obstacles.

Both sides were not fast, they all dispersed. There were five thousand Moors, three thousand Truchens, and eight thousand cavalry almost covered the field. Neither side shouted loudly, and they all quietly and slowly approached each other.

A battle that doesn't seem to be tense and passionate, or a cavalry battle.

In the bright moon, I was also watching the battle.

The distance between the two sides is only about one hundred meters!

The First Division, First Brigade, First Regiment, and First Battalion Cavalrymen, who were loaded with three large shotguns, were all raised.

There are still shadows in front of you. Although the human figure and horse shadow are vaguely visible, it is obviously impossible to aim and shoot.

But it is enough for cavalry special trolls with a range of only 100 meters.

Compared with the formation of the Truchen cavalry, although they were all dispersed, the Moors who had lived on horses for a long time were wearing black robes and holding black scarves on their heads. In addition, most of them were beards, and most of them chose dark colors. When they lowered their horse speed, they held the scimitar in their right hand, leaned forward, and their faces were hidden behind the horse's hair, which seemed to be completely integrated with the horse.

From Truchen's side, it seemed that the horses rushed forward were all horses, and there were no cavalry. Only the cold light reflected from time to time in the moonlight made them realize that they were cavalry holding Uz steel knife!

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When the two armies meet, they will most likely yell. In addition to boosting morale, they are mostly because of fear. When shouting, their blood will swell, which will temporarily disappear. This is probably the most important thing.

But both armies were silent, which made people feel even more terrible. Truchen's silence was caused by training, but it was still mixed with fear. What they could rely on was the firearm in their hands.

And for the Moors, it seems that silence is their nature!

For the Moors who stayed in Andalusia and had made night war his own specialty, it seems that they are changing into a nature!

The silent murderous intent is what Wothjing, who has been through the battle formation on the opposite side, feels.

Sweat gradually surged into the Truchen cavalry team.

Finally dissipated in the wind with the roar of three hundred trolls!

"Bang..."

When the three hundred trolls roared together, they almost roared. Although the sound was not neat, it immediately excited almost all the trembling soldiers of Truchen immediately!

"Bang..."

"Bang..."

After three consecutive shotguns were shot out, the faces of both sides were still vaguely visible even under the moonlight!

The current scenes are obviously different:

After three shotguns, a big hole appeared on the Moore cavalry opposite the first regiment, just like a large quadrangle moving forward slowly. It was originally tight and surging inside, but at this time it was full of holes and airtight!

"Swish..."

All the trolls were carried behind their backs, and the bright colors of the blockbuster flashed in the night from time to time, and the scene of the left hand pistol and the right hand saber reappeared!

"Do!"

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

"Hiss!"

The sound of sabers intersecting, the sound of pistol shooting, the sound of cavalry and the sound of sabers crying in war horses, as the flames flashed in the pistol's haircut intertwined, the formal battle began!

After seeing that big hole, Wothjing finally breathed a sigh of relief - what a silent murderous intent, there were clouds under the unrivaled firearm.

The battle is still fierce. Although the Moors suffered heavy losses in the troll shooting just now, the night also concealed their miserable situation. With their combat habits, they would not care about the miserable situation of their companions at all, but continued to move forward with murderous intentions.

If the cold weapons are still completely resolved, I believe that the Truchen cavalry is not an opponent, and then the final failure is expected. The Moors who stayed in Spain are indeed not a big deal. After hundreds of years of experience, they have evolved their ability to fight at night and have stronger combat power than in the daytime.

On night battles, especially night battles with cold weapons, they are the strongest existences in this world, no doubt about them.

However, after encountering the Truchen cavalry who had added six bullet pistols in his hand, this advantage was greatly reduced.

Even so, the Truchen cavalry and the most elite guard cavalry still encountered the most difficult battle of the empire since its founding.

Gradually, silence turned into noise and more shouts of killing, including both Truchen and Moorish, which were flooded in the battlefield of Edoqun.

Battle support continues until dawn!

The war is also raining.

Wothjing was injured in her left hand, wrapped in white gauze, and her military cap disappeared, her face covered in sweat and blood, staring blankly at the still flowing Odiele River.

The smell of blood and smoke around it have not dissipated for a long time.

After a while, his chief of staff ran over and sat down beside him. Wothjing knew that he had finished counting the results.

"Brig Commander"

He was obviously about to report, but was stopped by Wothjing. He took out a box of cigarettes from his military uniform pocket with one hand, then took out one from it, put it in his mouth and let the Chief of Staff start.

After taking a deep breath, he finally calmed down.

"Tell me"

"Brig Commander, our army almost wiped out the Andalusian Moor cavalry in this battle, killing more than 3,000 and captives more than 1,000. Most of the prisoners were injured. After losing their combat effectiveness, more than 1,000 Andalusian war horses were seized, and their leader Rashid and his son were captured."

"Rashid was shot in the body, and it happened to hit the chest. Although he was not dead yet, it was probably almost the same. His son was only fifteen years old and named Asil, but he was shot in the thigh and was captured."

"According to our rules, we will immediately arrange to kill all these prisoners..."

"No", Wo Sijing shook her head, "Calculate it again. If you really can't save it, you can make a shot. The rest will start treatment immediately"

"This..."

"Listen to me, do it, by the way, where are we ourselves?"

"The brigade commander, more than 400 cavalry were killed, and the injured were injured..."

"Tell me, I can withstand it"

"The brigade commander, about one thousand, is almost a regiment, of which more than 300 were seriously injured, and more than 600 were minor injuries of varying degrees, all of which were knife wounds. Since we don't have armor, we either cut or cut"

Wothjing couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

"I thought about the seriousness, but I didn't think about the seriousness. So, my brigade was almost half of the casualties?"

Just as I was thinking, the rising sun in the east finally rose.
Chapter completed!