Chapter 221: Winning with Fewer Numbers

The Albanian Army Commander Semiz saw the French infantry line begin to move, and then glanced at his own disorganized infantry mass, his face instantly turning ashen.

What were the cavalry doing?! In annoyance, he raised his telescope and looked toward the north side of the battlefield, only to see hundreds of Albanian Cavalry charging toward the thin ranks of the French infantry.

The French stood their ground like a rock and unleashed a volley. The leading two or three dozen cavalrymen immediately tumbled to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Then there was a faint sound of a cannon firing. Semiz couldn't locate where the cannon was, but he saw something that appeared to be an arm with a shoulder attached to it flying into the air amidst a spray of fresh blood.