The English Red Shrimp Soldiers advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, and cooperated well with each other. More importantly, they had the momentum of moving forward.

Although the Scottish soldiers are extremely brave, they are used to scattered soldiers and have poor cooperation in combat. Coupled with the previous series of morale suppression, the performance is very poor.

So, what was presented to Charlie was like this: the Scots killed an Englishman with their strength and height, but the English chose to cooperate and killed two Scots.

Moreover, the English were brave and fearless, and were not afraid. They rushed forward with guns, which was simply a striking attack. Scotland could only fight back with a grievance, and even some were defeated.

I am so cruel that I am afraid of being stunned, and I am so stupid that I am so afraid of being desperate.

At this moment, the heroic Scotland faced the English who were not afraid of death. All they could do was to fight and retreat, and the courage to fight gradually weakened.

The British army struggled to support each other, enduring the killing of the highland werewolf, but the opposite was ahead, and the British army suppressed the Scottish army to fight.

Moreover, some Scottish soldiers chose to retreat. Charles saw that the people who retreated were basically surrendered local Scottish soldiers, with poor fighting spirit and no spirit of the Highlanders who would rather die than surrender.

Seeing hundreds of people retreating, such a thrilling moment made Charlie nervous: "I don't want to be caught after failure. Even if I run away, I can't bear the debt of this 180,000 Livre!"

"Come, shoot those who are timid and retreating to death. We don't want cowards."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The supervision team of hundreds of people around him quickly fulfilled Charlie's order.

"Swish, swish, swish"

The defeated soldiers failed to return safely, but instead suffered from their own shooting, and their panic pace stopped.

"Damn Charlie, you will die when you go back, and you will die when you fight. It's better to kill a few England!"

After witnessing the tragic situation of the fastest retreat of several people who died of arrows, the defeated soldiers stopped and had no choice but to continue fighting, cursing Charlie in his heart.

But Charlie, as the commander-in-chief, didn't care at all. No matter how many people died, it didn't matter. As long as he could win, he didn't want to be captured or take debts.

In Charlie's imagination, werewolfs were fighting against the flanks, and the main force fought against the enemy's front.

The main force does not seek victory, but only seeks to hold on for a little longer, and wait for the werewolf to break through the flanks and disperse the enemy, so that victory will be achieved.

For this reason, his eyes were deeply on the werewolf who stained his body with blood, which was the hope for his victory.

Even though he did not believe in God, he still prayed uncontrollably: God bless, Buddha bless, and the Three Pure Amitabha Buddha...

The Duke of Cumberland, the commander of the English army, made a gamble like Charlie, but his hope was the always elite English Army.

In the eyes of the Duke of Cumberland, the elite army that had fought in Europe was much stronger than the left-behind army in China. The reason why Charlie was able to run rampant was that the domestic army was too incompetent.

So, in his eyes, even though the Highland werewolf is very powerful, he is still a defeated general for his army.

He always believed that the flanking army could persevere until the main force broke through the enemy.

Just so confident.

Looking at the battle situation, his confidence was shaken.

The werewolf stubbornly attacked the flank defense line, and the British army was in danger; the main force faced the local area, but did not cause a single blow to collapse, and the Scottish soldiers were still barely resisting.

"The Scottish Highland Warriors are indeed well-known, I am proud and complacent!" The Duke of Cumberland felt a little regretful.

However, he was confident that the powerful English Army would not let down his expectations.

The hard fight between the front and the flanks wants to seize the initiative and win.

The heroic Knight O'Neill rode his horse and galloped to support Marquis Angus with a cold face.

"Dong--" Another collision occurred, and the two long swords opened intimate contact again and again. Due to the huge power, the moment of the attack, some cremation could be seen, and Marquis Angus's face became more and more serious.

He found that his tiger's mouth was a little numb and painful, but he didn't expect that the mercenary in front of him was even stronger than him.

"Hmph!" Hesen glanced at the knight who had been with him for so long, and was a little impressed in his heart, and persuaded in a gentle tone: "Dear Mr. Knight, you are not my opponent. Surrender. As long as you pay the ransom, I will let you go!"

"Look, your soldiers are being massacred, and your knights are being besieged again, you lose!"

When Marquis Angus saw that the more than a thousand cavalry he brought had fallen by one third, and the dozens of knights were being beaten by the mercenaries in front of him, and the situation was grim.

Around him, several cavalrymen were preparing to raid him.

"Impossible, I have been loyal to the royal family for generations, and I must not surrender to the English, and I cannot violate my principles!"

Marquis Angus glanced at Hesen's proud face, his voice still heavy and powerful.

"Okay, then I can only let you see God!" A cold light flashed in Heisen's eyes. The other party was not much different from him. It was impossible to capture him alive, so he could only be killed.

He clamped his legs to the horse's belly, urging it to move forward, then he activates his energy, concentrates all his strength on his right hand, his arms holding the sword flushed red, and under his dense body hair, blue veins began to appear.

"Roar—" the horse ran upwards, using this momentum, Hesen roared loudly, and as soon as he approached, he slashed the sword with force, slashed through the air, making a "sizzling" sound.

No need to think that in the face of such a charging offensive, ordinary people are unable to resist, and their weapons are broken, and people can be directly chopped into two halves by the long sword.

Even though Marquis Angus has good weapons, he still cannot escape the fate of being broken. This is the gap in strength and strength.

With his eyes closed, Angus could feel the sound of the sharp weapon cutting through the air, and a little relief or a helpless look appeared in his eyes. He accepted his fate and used all his strength to resist. Whether he succeeded depends on the will of heaven!

It’s just a pity that I can no longer see the restoration of the Stuart family.

"When—" A loud bang rang in Angus's ears, Marquis Angus felt that he had not touched his opponent, but he heard the sound of weapons attacking.

When I looked up, there was a handsome knight standing beside me at some point. After a closer look, wasn’t this the O’Neill Knight who was protecting His Highness the Prince?

"Knight O'Neal, why are you here?" Marquis Angus, who had been saved, had not yet completely overflowed, and in a blink of an eye, he became solemn, "You are the escort of His Highness the Prince, how can you leave?"

"Your Highness sent me to support you, your speed is too slow!" Knight O'Neill glanced at Marquis Angus with a nervous look on his face, explained softly, and then his eyes were completely focused on the mercenary in front of him.

He felt that this person was only one line between the high-level knights, no wonder he could beat Marquis Angus and be his opponent.

"No, hurry up and protect Your Highness the Prince. His safety is the most important thing. Go--"

As the most important heir to the Stuart family, Prince Charlie is more important than his life in the heart of Marquis Angus.

Even if the war fails, as long as Prince Charlie is still there, they still have hope.

But what is wrong with His Highness the Prince? Even if he wins, it will be useless.

"I understand, so I'll leave soon!" The O'Neal Knight was still so cold and calm.

"Are you his reinforcements?" The powerful force just now still made his right arm tremble uncontrollably. A few meters away, he calmed down and asked.

O'Neill stared at Hesen with cold eyes, shook his head gently, and said in a normal tone: "No, I'm here to get your head!"

"Looking for death~" Such a provocative behavior made Hesen furious. He had never suffered such humiliation since he became the leader of a mercenary, even aristocrats had not.

He clamped his legs tightly with his horse's belly, his eyes widened, he held the sword tightly, leaned forward, and made an attacking look.

The O'Neal Knight just looked at him lightly, a smile slowly hanged on the corner of his mouth, and then quickly dissipated.

"Xu Xu--" Hesen controlled the horse and rushed forward, but turned a corner and directly bypassed the O'Neal Knight, Tao Zhiyaoyao.

The Knight O'Neill and the Marquis of Angus were both stunned.

"Hahahaha! I have something to do today. Next time, I will teach you a lesson!" Hesen looked back and saw that he was dozens of meters away from the cold-faced rider. He admired his wit, and then provoked loudly with smugness.

The distance of dozens of meters is already very safe, and the other party cannot catch up with it, so Hesen can only vent his frustration in words.

"This shameless bastard actually ran away!" Marquis Angus was a little angry for a moment. In the aristocratic dictionary, escaping at the last minute was the most despising. He did not expect that he would meet such a person.

"It's okay!" The O'Neal Knight still had a calm expression, and then took out a longbow from the horse's belly.

"He can't escape!" After saying this, the bowstring was easily pulled away and an arrow flew forward.

"Swish--" The sound of the arrow cutting through the air was particularly clear, which shows the huge power.

After a moment of arrogant, Hesen hurriedly began to run for his life. At this moment, the sound of breaking through the air came from his ears.

He hurriedly pressed his back tightly, and then he escaped the disaster.

"Hmph! Is the so-called great knight just like this?" He thought proudly, and it made him very happy to dodge the arrow easily.

"Boom--" There was a loud noise, and he fell to the ground, like his own mount, and was pressed by a horse.

"Ah!" At this moment, Hesen felt his leg fractured. Just as he was about to move his horse away, he suddenly covered him with a black shadow.

"Don't kill me, I have money, I'll give the ransom!" Feeling the coldness on the tip of his nose, Hesen eagerly lived for himself.

"No, I don't need shameless scum ransom, this is an insult to me!"

Knight O'Neill rode on the horse, waved it gently, a stream of blood spurted out, and then a human head rolled to the ground.

"I'm leaving it to you!" Before leaving, O'Neal turned his face and left quickly, neatly.

"Is the high-level knight so terrifying?"

"Maybe, this is the real Big Knight!" Looking at O'Neal who was leaving, Angus couldn't help but sigh softly.

With Hessen's death, Hessen mercenaries fled and the cavalry won a complete victory.

After counting and finding more than 600 cavalry were still there, Angus led them directly to the rear of the British army and captured the artillery troops.

However, he did not destroy these artillery, nor did he slaughter the artillery soldiers.

"Quick, are you okay?" Angus looked at the trembling artillery and stuffed the shells into the barrel and quickly questioned.

"Okay, okay!" The artillery commander opened his face in a mournful manner, watched all the artillery loading, then turned his head and said in a crying voice.

"Don't worry, after His Highness the Prince drove away the Hanoverians, he will reward you very much!"

Comforting the heartbroken artillery commander, Angus raised his sword to the calibrated artillerymen and said loudly:
To be continued...