Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

"Etienne, don't be willful. We discussed it before, didn't we agree that only following the unified command of the Marquis of Lamanche is the fastest way to realize the great ideal of the saint? The first step is to win the Mo City!"

Now that Joan of Arc has been mentioned, Lahair has no choice but to nod reluctantly and said, "I understand."

Santleyer comforted again: "My friend, I know you are eager for military exploits and glory. Although you can't get it in Meaux, there will be opportunities in the future."

"When we attacked Paris later, the army of His Majesty the King had already assembled. I have fifty or sixty knights, less than a thousand soldiers, what can I do? Moreover, a Marquis of La Manche, a Duke of Orleans, and a Shimon, a Breton... with such a command structure, I'm really afraid that the disaster at Agincourt will happen again..."

The biggest military pain point of France in the Hundred Years' War was that the command power and responsibility were not clear. The nobles had their own hills, and no one obeyed the other. Once a fight broke out, it became a mess.

Although the relationship with Ma Youfu is as good as a half-brother on the surface, Charles VII never misses any opportunity to suppress powerful officials.That's why the whole Duke of Orleans came to participate in the battle of Paris.

"Don't worry, Etienne. The times are different. The weapons that dominate the battlefield are no longer longbows, but cannons. England has no good king who can lead the whole country, but we have a saint."

"Hmph, don't need to be comforted, of course I understand these principles... By the way, how many reinforcements did you bring?"

"Seven hundred..."

"so little?"

"Listen to me. Three hundred artillerymen, and four hundred laborers. Among them are thirty six-pounders of the Marquis, and two monsters of the Burgundians!"

"Monster?"

"You will know after looking at it, those two cannons definitely deserve this description. With them, no matter how strong the city wall is, it can be breached!"

When Lahaier went to the ferry, he saw with his own eyes the two big guys that required 200 men and [-] oxen to pull the two gates, and his irritability disappeared immediately.

"Take down Mocheng tonight!"

Chapter Two Hundred and Seven

Boom...boom...

In the dining room of the Castle of Meaux, an English baron, a Portuguese businessman, and a black orc shaman from the Dahomey tribe were "enjoying" dinner accompanied by French artillery fire.

Although it was in the early stage of the siege, the supplies were still abundant, and the supply line of the Marne River was also functioning well, but the menu arranged by Baron Chandler still only had bread and broth.

I don't know how long the siege of Paris will last, whether it can be saved or it should be saved as much as possible.

Compared with the dry and hard bread and the lack of salt and taste of the broth, what made people more uncomfortable was the way the shaman ate.

The other party obviously disdained the eating habits of "civilized people". On the table was a half-roasted calf's head and a cup of warm and viscous cow's blood...

This behavior made the Portuguese, who thought he knew the customs of African orcs the best in Europe, almost stopped in Bengbu.

Originally, he had good intentions and invited the two key figures in the defense of Meaux to have dinner together to eliminate the previous estrangement.As a result, the shaman actually came out like this.

When Rogorio and Chandler looked at the shaman drinking blood on the dining table in astonishment, the latter also plausibly said: "Light-skinned people, please don't make a fuss. Eating blood directly can make my spirit and the true god Mwari depend on it." closer..."

Fortunately, Baron Chandler was more sensible, and for the sake of resisting the law, he endured it and did not launch a crusade against this bloodthirsty heretic.

Seeing the two Europeans swallowing their anger, Shaman became more and more proud.He laughed while eating, his blood-stained fangs looked extremely ferocious.

"Listen outside, light-skinned people! The enemy's artillery is getting weaker and weaker. The new weapons you fancy are nothing more than that!" The shaman danced and pointed out the window, "In a few days, when the enemy loses After gaining courage, our heroic Dahomey warriors can even rush out of the city directly under the blessing of Mwari! After victory, there will be a grander sacrificial ceremony waiting for me to preside over it! More blood , more pleasure, more gifts, more..."

Before he finished speaking, the last word was blocked in his throat by the constantly flickering fire in the night.

A few seconds later, with dense and sharp whistling sounds, Baron Chandler, who was eating dinner like chewing wax, stood up suddenly, got under the table, and even pulled the Portuguese in.

Immediately afterwards, the earth shook and the mountains shook.

The target of the thirty six-pound guns was actually the city wall.However, because it was night, it was difficult to measure the distance, and the accuracy of the artillery was not too high, so in this round of shelling, most of the shells crossed the city wall and hit the castle at the commanding height in Mocheng.

And this room on the third floor of the castle, which was used as a restaurant because of the best view, happened to be the place that suffered the most shelling.

Dozens of shells hit the roof and pierced through it in an instant, causing several gaps.

After the structure was breached, rubble fell.In the smoke, Baron Chandler heard a scream.

After the shelling stopped, he climbed out from under the dining table and waved away the choking dust, only to find that the Dahomey shaman fell to the ground in pain, his left hand was hit by a huge stone weighing more than [-] kilograms. mud.

Baron Chandler had no sympathy for this ignorant and arrogant orc at all, and taunted: "Do you know now, Shaman? This is the real power of artillery. Aren't you blessed by the so-called true god? Why are you still being shot by artillery?" hurt?"

"I admit that my eyes were blinded, and I didn't clearly understand the power of your light-skinned new weapons. But..."

The shaman struggled a few times and found himself unable to move.

Then the two Europeans witnessed the most poignant scene of their lives.

The black orc began to recite the original mantra, and the blood-red light in his eyes became thicker and thicker, as if it was about to flow out.Then, with a low growl, he directly used his right hand to tear off his left hand under the boulder!

"Damn it! What did I see, Seven Saints!" Baron Chandler exclaimed.

But before he had time to utter more emotion, two loud noises, like Zeus's roar, and Sol's mad shout, came from the French artillery positions outside the city.

With the help of the dim light of the fire, Baron Chandler saw in horror that the walls of Meau City, which had been strengthened specially for artillery, exploded.

After the originally thick city wall was hit by shells, it gushed out into the city like a gel.Gravel, soil, and the stumps of several beautiful Daho warriors formed a fan-shaped pattern in the open space behind the city wall.

"Damn it! What did I see, Seven Saints!" Baron Chandler subconsciously repeated his previous words.

The cannon used by the French this time is extraordinary!

He realized right away that Mocheng couldn't hold it anymore.So he pulled up the still dizzy Portuguese and ran out of the castle.

"Baron, where are we going?" Rogorio asked, who hadn't figured out the situation yet.

"Go back to Paris!" baron Chandler roared, "you'd better go back to Portugal as soon as possible and tell your prince..."

"Tell Prince Henry what?"

"I'm afraid one hundred thousand pounds is not enough to keep Paris, we need to add more money!"

When Baron Chandler led his subordinates and the Portuguese to flee Meaux.

The black orc shaman, who lost an arm due to shelling, but was still alive and well under the blessing of divine power, also boarded the city wall that was being bombarded by French artillery.

Compared with Lahaier's weak stone-shooting cannons before, Ma Youfu's six-pound cavalry cannon, which adopted cross-age technology, obviously put a lot of pressure on the enemy.

Even if they didn't hit the enemy directly, the gravel splashed after the solid shells shattered the battlements could still cause objective damage to the unarmored Daho warriors.

What is even more frightening is the two monster siege cannons sponsored by the Duke of Burgundy.

Although the rate of fire of these two cannons is very slow, it takes more than half an hour to fire once, but every time they fire, it is earth-shattering.Even if it wasn't as lucky as the first time it opened fire and directly collapsed the city wall, it could still cause a devastating blow to the city's defenses.

"Ajosu!" the shaman yelled.

Soon, the female leader in gorgeous leopard skin ran to him.

"What is it, divine communicator?"

"This battle is impossible. The weapons produced by the light skin far exceed our expectations. If we stick to the city wall, we will all die!"

"So what? It is an honor to meet death on the battlefield. Whether it is the blood of the enemy or ours, it is enough to please Mwari!" the female leader Ahosu sneered.

"No, it's not the time yet." An image of a priest wearing a red robe with a gloomy face appeared in the shaman's mind, "We want to use the most noble blood at the largest altar to sacrifice to the blood god!"

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"Tsk! Those black orcs actually ran away? I thought these murderous heretics would stick to the last moment."

At dawn, La Haier climbed the broken city wall of Meau in a triumphant gesture.

After a night of indiscriminate bombing, the place is already in a mess, and there are still many corpses of beautiful Daho warriors.

In order to reduce the uncertainty of the battle, Lahair did not attack the city at night, but chose to let the cannons bombard him all night—well, he definitely didn't want to take the opportunity to vent his anger and make the black orcs who hurt him suffer more.

When he assembled his troops the next morning and was about to take down the fortress in one fell swoop, he was surprised to find that the bloodthirsty and reckless African barbarians who did not know how to advance or retreat in the stereotype had evacuated ahead of schedule.

What's more, they actually played empty city tricks, redressed the beheaded corpses, pretended to be defenders, stood on the top of the city, and even fooled the French scouts who were lurking below the city to observe the effect of the shelling.

Although he was still unhappy in his heart, at least he won the important goal of Mocheng.Laher left two companies behind to garrison, and then, with Santleer, continued the attack.

There are the elite cavalry led by the first and second French warriors, and the artillery unit dispatched by Ma Youfu.This army gave full play to the "cavalry plus artillery" tactic invented by Joan of Arc-that is, the cannons bombarded first, and then the cavalry charged, pulling out the British checkpoints and small strongholds along the Marne River one by one.

Although this tactic is simple and crude, it happens to be able to take advantage of the current strengths of the French army, so the effect is excellent.

When this vanguard reached the outskirts of Paris and could see the iconic Gothic spire of the city wall and Notre Dame from a distance, it took only three days and 16 casualties.

When the Parisian defenders saw the golden iris flag on a blue background flying high in a green field, they panicked. Ma Youfu also led the army from Reims, and took a boat all the way to the west.

Finally, he stopped in a small village called Evry on the outskirts of Paris.

The village is located on the left bank of the Seine, at the confluence of the Marne and Seine.Not far from the opposite bank is the Vincennes Forest.

It was the royal hunting ground of the French royal family. There was a city wall built by the French king to protect the hunting ground from being invaded by mud legs. There was also a castle and several chapels.

In the [-]th century, this forest will be transformed into an urban park open to the public by Napoleon III, the urban construction madman and the founder of the Second German Empire.

"Teacher, our next plan is to capture Vincennes Forest. Can we start the attack this afternoon?" On the banks of the Seine, Joan of Arc, whose blond hair was blown by the early summer wind, said to Ma Youfu.

The year before last, Joan of Arc arrived at the foot of Paris during the golden harvest season of the wheat field.But that time, she suffered her first major defeat since joining the army and was seriously injured.

And now, in just two years, the Saintess of Orleans, who has experienced ups and downs, has once again come to this city that haunts her forever.

The scenery in front of me is different, the strength of the two armies is different, the comrades united around me have changed, and I have also grown.

The only constant is the sincere heart to end the war and bring peace to this land.

"Don't worry." Ma Youfu said unhurriedly.

Then, he tore up a magic scroll worth 1 Ducat, blessed himself with Eagle Eye, and let the golem lift him up, trying to stand as high as possible, and began to observe the situation on the other side.

After a while, Ma Youfu let the golem put itself back on the ground, and then said to Joan of Arc: "The Duke of Bedford has built a very tight defense system in Paris. In addition to the city itself, there are several fortresses on the outskirts of Paris. In this way This has formed a corner-shattering trend, which will cause quite a lot of trouble for the attacker. We'd better be cautious. After ensuring our troops and supplies, we will pull out the outer forts one by one, and finally attack the city. The opposite Vincennes Forest That castle is indeed the next target, but with our current strength, I'm afraid it won't be possible to break through."

The castle that Ma Youfu mentioned was called Dongrong Castle. It was built from the time of Philip VI, the first king of the Valois family. It has been expanded by several generations of kings and strengthened by the Duke of Bedford. It has become a fortress no less than the city of Meaux.

Moreover, it is very close to Paris, and Dongrong Castle can get support at any time.

"All in all, let's expand the dock first." After analyzing it, Ma Youfu made a decision.

Joan of Arc also learned the lesson of being too aggressive in the last attack on Paris, but was exhausted by the Duke of Bedford's army, and finally returned in a weak way, and conscientiously did the specific tasks.For example, setting up camps, digging trenches, setting up artillery positions to control the river, organizing scouts to invade the opposite bank for reconnaissance, conducting small-scale probing attacks, and so on.

With the cooperation of Lahaire and Santleyer, there are not many small groups of English troops who can stop this combination of French generals with explosive combat effectiveness.

Although no large-scale battle broke out, the reduction of the English's staff has not stopped for a moment.

As for Ma Youfu, he started to do what he is best at, which is deeply buried in Huaxia's genes-infrastructure.

He wantonly expanded the pier in the small village of Evry, and continued to send labor to dredge the channel of the Marne River to ensure that ships of about [-] tons can navigate.

At the same time, Ma Youfu is still at the big bend of the Marne River upstream, about five kilometers away from the village of Evry, and is choosing a suitable location to start building a new wharf.

The scale of this wharf is much larger than the wharf in Ivli Village, and it can fully dock two or three hundred one-hundred-ton ships.Moreover, the surrounding secrecy and defense are quite strict, not only the most elite troops are stationed, but 24 hours a day, there are new inventions of the Seres people in the sky - magic hot air balloons, to monitor the surrounding situation.

No one knows why Ma Youfu spent a lot of manpower and material resources to build such a pier.

Maybe it's just that the Marquis of Lamanche is acting cautiously and is preparing for a protracted war.