"The Hungarians fired!" The former commander of the Hungarian army, Chenier Bahau, shouted loudly, urging his subordinates to fire at the enemy.

After the gunners completed the prescribed action nervously, they lighted the fuze.

"Boom! Boom!..." With several dull sounds, several solid shells flew towards the swarming Turkish cavalry, like mud cows into the sea, unable to arouse any waves!

There are too many enemies, and the horse is high, and the former Hungarian army only carried a few artillery, which was of no avail.

"Change the shotgun!" Chenier Bourhao hurriedly yelled, and then rushed to the side of the team, asking the soldiers to line up quickly to deal with the cavalry assault.

Almost all Hungarians are infantry, and the enemy cavalry has no chance of winning. Only a dense formation can live longer!

Yes, just live longer!

The Turkish cavalry who killed many horses, their armor was black, like a billowing black tide, they are unstoppable!

On the other hand, the Hungarians are all faceted, they have self-knowledge, but they are a mob!

Hungary has been lost for a long time. There is no such thing as a formed army and no money to equip the army. Their weapons are very poor. The former army is considered to be a good one. There are less than ten artillery pieces, thousands of old and new arquebuses, and iron. There are not many weapons made, many wooden weapons, and the equipment is really inferior!

The productivity and smelting technology of that era, iron weapons were rare, and only wealthy countries had the ability to equip the military with all metal.

The Turkish cavalry is here!

Under the banner of the new moon, a black-armored general put a machete on his hand and pointed forward. Seeing his movements, the army immediately slapped their horses to speed up, and the sound of horses' hooves and shouts immediately raged in the pastoral fields by the river.

The horses ran faster and faster, and a group of horses rushed out violently. Iron armor and scimitars were bright and reflective in the sun. Although there were only a few hundred horses in battle, they were crushed like a tank.

The Hungarians were extremely nervous, many of them fought with their teeth up and down, and squeezed their weapons tightly in order to obtain a trace of comfort.

But no one backed down, and no one said to surrender, because they knew that one side was the Catholic Church they believed in, and the other was the Green Church. In this war, only one side was destined to fall first.

Even if it's dead, I still need someone to support it!

The horses rushed and separated from the front and left of the Hungarian formation like a tide. "Swish swish..." Arrows shot over and fell among the Hungarians, suddenly screaming loudly!

"Damn it!" Chenier Bourhao cursed, his troops were so poorly equipped, they didn't even have many shields, and were shot and killed by the Turks a lot.

Shields at that time were generally made of leather, even if leather shields, thousands of shields were equipped with a lot of money.

A penny stumps heroes, don’t play the army if you don’t have money.

The cavalry fired back and forth around the Hungarian position. People are falling down with arrows.

Even in the 17th century, bows and arrows still have their abilities. At that time, the muskets were huge and heavy, and they were still useful immediately.

The rate of fire is fast, and the range is better than the front-loaded flintlock and matchlock.

The rain-like arrows shot away, and the Hungarians were brutally washed with blood by the Turks' bows and arrows!

In the case of the Southeast Army, the Turks could not shoot them over and over.

The artillery fire of the Southeast Army, shotgun clusters shot out, forming a fire net, and those next to them died!

The rifled gun made the Turks lose their temper, and the Hungarians were obviously not enough for the Turks.

There were also archers among the Hungarians, who shot arrows at the Turkish cavalry passing by.

There was a clinking sound like a stone thrown into the water, and it didn't affect the Turkish cavalry's charge in the iron armor at all.

So they changed their course, they drew their bows, and shot an arrow at a horse. Sure enough, the leather armor on the horse was not very defensive. With a neigh, a horse knelt on the front hoof, and the man on the horse screamed and fell.

Three minutes before he was happy, the Turkish brigade slammed into the thunderous sound of horseshoes!

The Hungarians desperately fired artillery, fired guns, and archery, but with little success, it seemed that the Turkish cavalry had not been affected at all.

The former Hungarian army was equipped with thousands of arquebuses, and the result of all the fires was only a slight delay in the speed of the Turkish cavalry.

The practice of the musket must be repeated to form a conditioned reflex. For example, the Southeast Army can fill the ammunition smoothly with its eyes closed, and even the enemy is separated by a comrade in front of him, and the comrades are cut to blood, they will not panic. .

In fact, many of these hungry Hungarians shot the cleaning rods of their muskets during the second reloading.

Unable to load the third round... the musket was reduced to a fire stick and smashed at the Turk.

The horse team rushed to the front in an instant, "Papa......" Many arrows shot through the air, and the Hungarians looked pale, and many of them immediately fell down with a few arrows.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the Hungarians, the Turkish cavalry rushed into their army, wielding a machete, slashing blood soaring, and the sun was particularly eye-catching, making the Hungarians feel mad.

At this time, no matter how brave the Hungarians are, they know that they are inevitable. Only one can be killed. The elite cavalry of the other side can't even hope that they can kill one and kill two to make a profit.

No one begged for mercy, and no one surrendered, only fighting to the end.

A group of horsemen swarmed in from the gap, and a group of Hungarians inside fought desperately, and for a while, there were loud crashes and fighting noises.

Turks and horses continued to flood in like a flood, and those Hungarians were immediately swept by a large number of horses and swept into the tide of horses and horses.

After a full breakthrough, the horsemen on the left and right wings also rushed in in several ways. The bright sun, the sky was shining, the arrows were flying, people shouted, and the Hungarian army continued to shrink. Finally, their Holy Cross flag fell Down...

The Hungarians across the river closed their eyes sadly and angrily~lightnovelpub.net~ Some people were chanting Amen, praying for their comrades to go to heaven.

The boats in the river, wearing Hungarians, turned backwards, not daring to move forward.

**** Yeah put his hands on his chest, as if his heart hurts. He couldn't say anything, he could only watch his army slaughtered in pain.

He used to be full of ambitions, but now he is hit by a blow. His front army is already elite, the front army has been beaten and the rest of the army is even more unbearable.

Didn’t it mean the Turks were retreating? Why are there such elite troops!

And on a small hill not far from the battlefield, several Turkish chiefs dressed in golden robes and luxuriously dressed watched the battle with satisfaction. An officer said to the generals among them: "Ativ Pasha, please order Right!"

"Okay, order the troops to cross the river and destroy the Hungarians!" Atif Pasha waved.

The troops assembled under the mountain bag took the orders and dispatched one after another.