“Your Grace, forgive my bluntness,” Duke Paul rushed over, “Why are they so much better cavalrymen, while ours collapse without a fight?”
Joseph had no idea.
"One enemy cavalryman wiped out our infantry, cavalry, and even artillery." Joseph lay on his horse, not daring to turn his head.
"Who exactly is that cavalryman? I've fought so many battles in all these years, and I've never seen such a valiant person."
"It's best to leave as soon as possible."
Meanwhile.
The tens of thousands of Cossack cavalrymen saw that Louis XIV's cavalry had retreated.
They were all incredibly excited.
All the Cossack cavalrymen raised their lances.
“Brothers, catch up with them and kill them all.”
"These people want to run away, we will never allow it."
“They want to storm St. Petersburg, so we should make them pay the price.”
"Kill them..." came the order.
Tens of thousands of Cossack cavalrymen were lined up in several horizontal columns.
They rushed toward each other like a flood from a desolate place.
The Cossack cavalry were all Tatars, and they were all natural-born horsemen.
Moreover, their warhorses were far superior to those of the cuirassiers.
In less than ten minutes.
These Cossack cavalrymen caught up with the enemy infantry.
With each command given...
The Cossack cavalrymen thrust their lances forward repeatedly.
Swish swish swish...
Swish swish swish...
Swish swish swish...
These spears accurately pierced the opponent's vital points.
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