Nashadir's cavalry took advantage of the situation and pursued the victory, making sure to keep all the French cavalry behind.
The French general, whose body was covered in blood, smiled coldly when he saw the Nashadir cavalry pursuing him behind him.
The other party really fell into the trap.
Behind the Nashadir cavalry, the infantry formed a square formation and marched towards the French port.
The war broke out.
A 200-meter continuous fort outside the French city defended the front line. After discovering the retreat of the French cavalry, they immediately adjusted their muzzles and aimed at the Nashadir cavalry far away in the horizon.
The French cavalry quickly crossed the area covered by French artillery fire and walked away.
Behind him, the Nashadir army also followed.
At this moment, the sky is white, and the chase in the starry night has not ended yet.
Looking at the French forts that stretched for 200 meters, Nashadir's cavalry stopped in oblivion.
But he didn't leave.
Behind them, the army has already arrived.
The French side set up a fort, and the Nashadir side set up a cannon formation.
Nashadir rushed to the front line on horseback, looked at Sachar on the city wall and shouted coldly: "Cowardly French, do you dare to go out of the city and fight!"
Sashar was standing on the top of the city at this moment, looking at Nashadir's army and laughing.
"Stupid Nashadir, you have fallen into a trap, can't you see it?"
Sashar waved with one hand.
The French army had been ambushed long ago and appeared out of nowhere.
Nashadir's heart sank as he looked at the enemies emerging around him, as his retreat was now blocked.
His face suddenly became uncertain, and he looked at Sashar angrily.
He shouted in a cold voice: "Soldiers, there is no retreat!"
"Leave this city flat!"
With a cry, Nashadir pulled out the command knife from his waist and roared brazenly:
"Charge with me!"
"roar!"
The army launched a charge, with the cavalry in front and artillery fire covering it.
Sachar waved his hand, and countless French troops rushed into the battlefield. Infantry and musketeers danced together, and artillery fire filled the sky.
The explosion kicked up a huge cloud of dust.
He always falls into a trap, but Nashadir calmly observes the situation. The battlefield is full of melee. Although the French army is fierce and dominant.
But the Nashadir troops were not at a big disadvantage.
Although the fort is strong, facing the extremely long shooting distance of the Dragon Flame Siege Cannon, any fort will be completely destroyed as long as it is accurately hit.
As for other places on the battlefield, due to the large number of French cavalry casualties, the battlefield was almost controlled by the Nashadir cavalry.
If it weren't for the covering fire from the French fort.
This greatly limits the scope of the Nashadir cavalry, and I am afraid that there will be one-sided behavior on the battlefield.
Regarding the current changes on the battlefield, Sashar's face was a little heavy. He never expected that the cavalry team sent out to feign an attack would be so cleanly killed by the Nashadir cavalry.
It directly affects the current war situation.
I didn't expect that Nashadir would be so straightforward and attack the city in one go.
This time, Nashadir's ability to command troops was seriously underestimated, but fortunately, Sashar was well prepared.
The most troublesome thing at the moment is Nashadir's artillery, which shoots at extremely long distances. At this point, almost no artillery can compete with it.
It must be solved!
"Infantry, the musketeers attack! Cover the remaining cavalry to attack the opponent's artillery!"