Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

Pontoise, danger.

Chapter 210: Learning From Each Other

Bernhard hurried to the woods.

Talbot was lying in the shade of a tree at this time, with all his armor removed, and a chaplain in the army was treating him with divine magic.

"Lord Talbot, how do you feel?" Bernhard asked.

"Thanks to the Seven Saints, nothing serious. Although the French giant (La Haile) smashed the shield with a single sword, his power was greatly reduced and was blocked by the armor." Talbot said pale and panting.

Bernhard glanced at the breastplate that was taken off aside, saw the huge dent on it, and couldn't help but gasped.

Talbot, a high-ranking nobleman in England, has armor doped with expensive special metals, and is blessed with magic.Even so, it was scrapped by one blow.

France's number one warrior really lived up to its reputation.Bernhard thought he couldn't do this.

"What's your loss?" asked Talbot.

"It's not too big, and it still maintains the morale to continue fighting. It's just that a few Teutonic knights died." Bernhard had a heartache on his face.

These serious knights with girdles are not only the elites on the battlefield, but also the lords who maintain the rule of the grassroots in the countryside, and the network resources for him to run for the position of Grand Master of the Knights in the future.

It hurts to die, but in the small town of Saint-Denis just now, a dozen of them were bombarded to death by French cannons.

Talbot breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. The cavalry under my command is more embarrassing. More than 100 died and more than 400 ran away..."

Although the loss was heavy, Talbot still had no intention of giving up.

Relying on nearly [-] cavalry and hundreds of longbowmen on hand, they can still pose a threat to Joan of Arc's siege troops.

If you are timid to withdraw to Paris now, then Pontoise is completely over.

"Take a rest, German friends. You'd better let your mounts breathe too. The greatest advantage of the French cavalry is that they have a large number of excellent horses. No wonder the Sires set up so many horses at the so-called 'Olympic Games'. There are so many riding-related items, it’s too partial!"

Seeing that Talbot still had time to chat, Bernhard sat down helplessly and took off his helmet.

Still, the seasoned England veteran did something meaningful.

He asked the quartermaster to bring several large cloth bags, and the faint scent of green grass emanating from them excited the horses not far away.

"Taxi riders in other countries are generally equipped with three horses. One is used for daily riding, one is used for carrying luggage, and the best war horse is only used when charging. Many French knights are There are three war horses, which can be exchanged for a mount once they charge on the battlefield. We have been fighting against this powerful equestrian nation for a hundred years, and we English have also invented some gadgets to make up for the gap."

While speaking, Talbot grabbed a green pill from the cloth bag: "This green herbal pill is made by our ring druids, which can make the horse quickly recover from fatigue and return to the battlefield. However, a horse only It can be eaten three times, otherwise it will affect the health of the horse."

Overdrawing the lifespan of expensive war horses is secondary. If the druids know about this cruelty to animals, not only will they no longer be able to buy pills, but they may also bear the wrath of the other party.

Bernhard didn't have time to listen to Talbot's rants about druid taboos.He took several cloth bags and distributed them.

After the war horse ate the green herbal pill, a green magic aura flashed across the horse, and the war horse, which was still out of breath, became energetic again.

Soon, Talbot also healed the wound, put on the spare armor, and returned to the demeanor of an England veteran.

This veteran has a typical Anglo-Saxon appearance, with rough features and a fleshy face. Although his beard is gray, he is still as strong as a bison. After wearing armor, he has a sense of majesty and oppression.

Besides the fact that Talbot was still able to fight, good news also reached the woods.

More than 400 of the more than 100 English cavalry who were disbanded before ran back to Paris, and the rest returned to the earl.

There were more soldiers to fight, and Talbot felt that there was still hope of keeping Pontoise.

While letting the troops repair, he asked the army mage to contact Paris with a message technique and ask for reinforcements.

After a while, the Duke of Bedford wrote back.The content, however, was disappointing.

The Duke of Orleans began to attack the Forest of Vincennes, and it is expected that he will break through the outer city wall in the afternoon. He will approach Dongrong Castle tomorrow, and he has no more troops to send.

"It seems that we can only rely on ourselves." Talbot said with a serious face, "Let's go and return to Pontoise. If we can seize the time, maybe we can take advantage of the French army's unstable foothold and charge first. "

Bernhard nodded, accepting the order.

He is inferior to Talbot in terms of title, merit, and experience, so he tactfully gave up the supreme command.Except for the Teutonic knights of his own lineage, the other cavalry were under Talbot's command.

The latter took the heavy responsibility as a matter of course, and left the woods first, and returned to Pontoise, following the trail of smoke and dust left by the French army under the guidance of the battle flag of St. George.

Following the Rouen Avenue left by the Romans, the English cavalry quickly rushed back to Pontoise.

At this time, the pure white battle flag of Joan of Arc was already flying below the city, and the French army was preparing to attack the city non-stop.

"The enemy faces the Seine River to the south, the Oise River to the west, and the Fortress of Pontoise to the north. If we charge the unprepared French army from the east, the enemy may collapse and panic Run into the river and drown a lot," Bernhard suggested.

"With that village girl from Lorraine around, the French won't be able to flee so easily..." Talbot shook his head, "But a tentative attack is still possible."

Now that the French artillery positions have not yet been built, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

After the formation, the English cavalry approached the French army in small steps, and after a sufficient distance, they charged.

After the French army discovered the English, they quickly began to mobilize.

Rows of archers lined up neatly in front of the formation.

When the distance between the two armies was about one kilometer, the archers removed the wooden stakes they were carrying, and then inserted them into the ground, quickly forming an anti-cavalry position.

Seeing this situation, Talbot immediately stopped marching, cursing: "Those Frenchmen who eat frogs, when did they train a longbow army? They even copied the most classic tactics? Could it be that Sherwood's Has the pointed ear turned to the enemy?"

"My lord, the enemy is only using ordinary wooden stakes. These longbowmen should have nothing to do with the Sherwood elves," the adjutant reminded.

After careful observation, Talbot nodded.

While the Duke of Bedford was working hard to develop the artillery, the enemy was not idle, and actually began to learn from his own strengths.

Realizing that the French were coming prepared, Talbot lost a lot of fighting spirit.At this time, Bernhard's scouts came to report that there were French cavalry troops on the river bank, and then they were hidden under the cover of reeds.

The opponent seemed to be waiting for the English cavalry to charge the infantry position, and then rushed out from the rear, attacking back and forth.

Talbot, who was in a cold sweat, had no choice but to completely give up the idea of ​​a surprise attack, retreated to a safe distance, and prepared to echo with Pontoise.

Chapter 210 IX The Palm Technique That Falls From the Sky

After the French cavalry's sneak attack failed, Joan of Arc recalled them to the formation and found a shady grove to disarm and repair.

After dismounting, these heavy cavalry became elite infantry, which were the main force in subsequent siege battles.

The infantry archers and the artillerymen refused the horses with the wooden stakes that had been planted before, and began to carry out soil work, building a line of defense on the east side of the position to prevent the British cavalry from harassing.

Joan even placed all the six-pound guns on this side and did not use them in the siege battle.

The city wall of Pontoise has undergone a transformation similar to the city of Meaux, and its protection against artillery has been greatly enhanced, and the mere six-pounder can hardly pose a threat.

Some of the auxiliary soldiers began to cut wood to make simple siege equipment, and the other part moved the large boxes from a dozen large carriages.

The entire siege camp was busy but not chaotic, and various tasks were carried out in an intense and orderly manner.Everyone has their own tasks, and almost no one is idle.

Talbot observed this scene on a hill in the distance, and couldn't help feeling: "The French army is really different."

He has fought against France countless times, so he naturally knows that the biggest weakness of the opposing army is the feudal system caused by the aristocratic hills, poor command, and fighting on their own.

On the other hand, England, relying on a strict spoils distribution system, established a four-level command system of longbowman-heavy knight-commander-king, which can at least achieve clear instructions on the battlefield and advance and retreat together.

In the Medieval Silver segment, such a diamond player suddenly appeared, and naturally he fought all the way and won various epic victories.

But now, the French army has also changed.

Although only a part of the French army showed an unprecedented new look, the other part of the French army represented by the Duke of Orleans remained the same, but this trend still made Talbot feel bad.

"Could it be that we killed too many French nobles before, and instead helped the enemy to concentrate their military power?" he thought to himself.

Laughing at himself because of this weird idea, Talbot continued to observe the French positions.

Bernhard on the side also opened his eyes wide like him: "There are dwarves in the enemy's formation! Those beards who are as stubborn as iron ingots are difficult opponents in siege battles."

"The premise is that they can climb up the city wall with short legs." Talbot didn't care.All his attention was on the large boxes covered by black cloth in the French camp.

"What is that? Does the French army have any new weapons that need to be kept secret?"

"Maybe only the Seven Saints know." Bernhard shrugged.

After continuing to observe, and finding nothing new, the Teutonic knight decided to dismount and rest.

This English cavalry only carried two meals of rations and no luggage, so Talbot decided to stay outside Pontoise until noon tomorrow. Take a break in Paris.

Anyway, for a distance of more than 20 kilometers, you can run back and forth in more than an hour.

Maybe he can take the time to repel the attack of the Duke of Orleans first, and then come back with a superior force to lift the siege of Pontoise.It is not impossible to even directly attack Ma Youfu's camp.

Talbot didn't know the idiom "surround Wei and save Zhao", but he still understood the truth.

Anyway, relying on the strong defense of Paris, Talbot has many choices.

Because the pastor used divine magic to heal his injuries before, his body was exhausted, and the middle-aged Talbot fell asleep under a tree after arranging sentry horses.

He didn't know how long he had slept in the dark, before he was woken up by Bernhard's shaking. The rumbling cannon sound came from his ears, even though it was far away, it was still very clear.

"Earl Talbot, the French army has begun to attack the city." Bernhard said with a serious face.

"So fast? Siege at night?" Talbot was stunned.After reacting, he quickly got up and asked the attendants to put on the armor for him.

At this time, it was completely dark, and looking west from Talbot's position, he could see the vague outline of the city wall, which was the Fortress of Pontoise.

And the thousands of light spots that light up nearby are the location of the French army camp.

"Count, I just witnessed the first round of the enemy's shelling, and I found it very different, which caused great panic to the defenders," Bernhard said.

Talbot only thought that this Eastern European was seldom seen in the new gunpowder weapons in the Western European battlefield, and he didn't take this sentence to heart.

It was not until a few minutes later that the French artillery fired again that he noticed the difference.

I saw four spheres emitting red light flying out of the French army formation, drawing a very high parabola in the night, bypassing the city wall, falling into the city of Pontoise, and being blown to pieces.

Talbot could even hear the screams and cries of the British soldiers brought by the sultry night wind.

"What kind of cannon is that?" The English general, who was leaning on the arm of the Duke of Bedford, couldn't help but change his face at this time.

"The artillery with a straight ballistic trajectory used by the French army in the past was called a cannon. But what fired tonight should be a mortar." A knight explained.He is keen on all kinds of new firearms, and often participates in the cannon test firing activities organized by the Duke of Bedford, so he is familiar with all kinds of artillery.

"But something is wrong! The French's mortars have a longer range and are more powerful, and their shells can actually explode!" The knight with Talbot's artillery knowledge gradually changed from doubt to panic, "Oops, If they are bombed like this again, the morale of the Pontoise defenders will suffer a devastating blow!"

The knight felt right.

The new mortars put into the battlefield by the French army are indeed very different from the mortars of this era.

When Ma Youfu expanded his artillery, he also considered forming a new unit equipped with mortars.But after careful consideration, he gave up the idea.

The reason is also very simple, there is no high-explosive bomb.

With the high-throwing trajectory of the mortar, it is neither possible to launch solid bullets in the field to cause a series of more lethal effects, nor can it be loaded with grape-shooting bullets.In the siege battle, apart from smashing a few roofs, the mortars could not pose too much threat to the city defense system.

Unless the mortar can be made to the caliber of the Urban cannon, then it is possible to use the bonus brought by the potential energy of gravity to use the "palm technique that falls from the sky" to smash down the city wall.