Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

Finally, the gunner took out an iron wire, poked it through the fire hole, punctured the paper bag containing the gunpowder in the barrel, and inserted a fuze.

At this point, the preparation for the launch of the artillery is complete.

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With his back to the Marne River, Francois the Flayer, who had assembled under the city of Chalon, had already sensed the presence of the cavalry on the other side.The rumbling vibration from the ground made him a little scared, but after seeing the direction of the enemy's appearance, he no longer took it seriously.

The French cavalry is indeed powerful, but across the Marne River, can they still fly over?

Unless the opponents are all mid-level knights riding Pegasus.

However, the legendary army was formed by Charlemagne for a short time.

As for the artillery, François was even less worried.Whatever those French artillerymen tinkered with beside the strange two-wheeled gun mounts would not threaten themselves.

"The poles are ready, start the siege!" Francois took out his long sword and held it high, "Whoever opens the city gate can get an additional [-]% of the spoils!"

"Oh!"

The woolen soldiers waved their weapons and screamed strangely.

Under Francois's careful calculations, twenty warriors who had awakened their extraordinary powers walked to the front of the queue.

Viking longships had limited carrying capacity, so the entire English army did not carry heavy siege weapons.But in the eyes of British commander Fastov, this is not a problem.This time, they prepared all kinds of special siege methods, and they were able to go into battle lightly and be unexpected.

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To say that the cold weapon combat mode of this magical world is different from Ma Youfu's cognition in another world, that is, the existence of extraordinary power.

Although noble mages do not easily kill enemies on the battlefield, they can also play a role in communication, reconnaissance, early warning and other fields, and can even change the weather and terrain to help their side gain an advantage.In addition, various expensive magic props can often turn the tide of battle.

Those superhumans of the combat system are active on the battlefield as military nobles or senior warriors.

The reason why the Duke of Bedford was willing to pay a lot of money to recruit Francois as a Garter knight was also because the Aragonese mercenary leader had enough money.He has [-] professionals under his command, and among the many "free mercenary groups" composed of woolen soldiers, he stands out from the crowd.

Even a low-level combat professional of the first to third level has a physical quality that is much higher than that of ordinary people.They held a ten-meter long pole under their arms, and the other end was operated by six ordinary soldiers, and they rushed to the city wall. Can easily climb the wall.

Of course, this strut tactic can only be used when the height of the city wall is not enough and the defense is insufficient.

Relying on this tactic, François broke through many towns with weak defenders. The wealth plundered was innumerable, and his strength also expanded rapidly. He belongs to the head of the woolen soldier world.

The mercenary chief gave an order, and the archers immediately started shooting, and the city walls were immediately covered with arrows, and the ghosts were crying.

Under the cover of firepower, a team composed of professionals - let's call it "Xian Deng", began to siege the city.

Suddenly, a scream came from overhead.

A professional who was holding a long pole and running on the city wall as if on the ground was suddenly cut in the middle.The lower body of this unlucky bastard fell to the ground like rotten meat, his arms were still holding the long pole, and the blood mixed with the broken internal organs dripped from the waist section, and smeared on the city wall. Large red spots.

"What's going on?" François looked back after the sound, and found that there was a white smoke from gunpowder burning on the French army position across the river.

Following the biting cold wind, there seemed to be a conversation like "Shooting is over" drifting into his ears.

Immediately afterwards, the French artillery positions blazed one after another.The screeching sound of the shells rubbing against the air followed one after another.to

Two shells landed in the Marne, splashing water.

Three shells hit the moored Viking longship, piercing through it instantly, and sawdust flying.

Just when the Wool Soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the French cannons were just as accurate, a six-pound artillery shell slid into the army formation at a [-]-degree angle, instantly ploughing a bloody road.

Rao has been on the battlefield for a long time, and has long been accustomed to killing and death.

A comrade-in-arms who fought side by side with me, killed farmers together, raped women together, broke his head in just one breath, or was blasted with a pomelo-sized wound on his chest, and fell down beside him, becoming a corpse still warm .

No one can stand such a scene.

Except for the luck of the test-fired shell that directly hit the woolen soldiers climbing the wall, of the remaining 23 shells, six of them hit the enemy's formation.Although the other four shells did not hit directly, they bounced and flew into the enemy's formation without losing momentum after they landed on the uneven ground, causing a lot of damage.

Jean Bro was on his horse, and after observing the results of the artillery fire with wide eyes, he ordered the artillerymen to fine-tune the angle of the artillery, and then began the second round of firing.

In stark contrast to the French artillerymen, who had achieved remarkable results in the first actual combat and had high morale, the woolen soldiers who were in a panic.

The siege went well.In addition to the unfortunate one who was cut in half by the cannonball, sixteen pioneers climbed to the top of the city.The other three were hit by the wood that was thrown by the militiamen and fell down the city, but they were only slightly injured.

Faced with powerful, well-equipped, and experienced professional mercenaries, the militiamen had no ability to resist at all, and were soon killed and fled with the screams of ghosts and wolves.

Fortunately, Dinoy arrived in time.He brought with him seventy reinforcements, forty shield dwarf mercenaries and thirty knights of the King's Guard.

It is a pity that only half of these people can barely fight, and the rest are still suffering from alcohol poisoning, walking crookedly, and even holding their weapons.There were even a few people who didn't even rush to the front of the enemy, but stumbled and fell under the city wall.

Well, this feat of trying to laugh at the enemy, although not worthy of advocacy, should also be respected.

The two sides fought together at the head of the city, and the woolen soldiers took advantage of the narrow terrain to take advantage of the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers and advanced steadily.Perhaps in another ten minutes, he will be able to kill the city and open the city gate.

But does Francois really have ten minutes?

Ma Youfu's artillery fired in the second round and took the lives of more than 30 wool soldiers.Francois could sense that the morale of his team was on the verge of collapse, and after another round, it would collapse directly.

But how can it be done?

This free mercenary leader, who is not an Austrian in the Napoleonic era, has been bombarded by French artillery with his experience, his experience, and his feelings.

With his military talent, for the first time facing this kind of war machine that accurately and ruthlessly harvested life, there was nothing he could do.

After pacing back and forth for a while anxiously, Francois gritted his teeth and decided to come up with his unique trick to motivate his subordinates.

"Brothers, comrades, hold on, as long as the vanguard opens the city gate and enters the Chalon, those French people who eat frogs will not be able to threaten us with artillery! After this battle, I will take out my own private property, a total of Two thousand livres, reward everyone!"

This trick is old-fashioned, but it works.There are no wool soldiers who have no pursuit in life, and only money can arouse their fighting spirit.

"Generous captain, the Seven Saints will bless you!"

"Hold on, when you open the city gate and enter Sharon, the enemy's artillery will be useless!"

"There are many nobles of Burgundy and France in the city. Gentlemen, the white and tender lady is waiting for us!"

The woolen soldiers were clamoring, temporarily forgetting the threat of death.

But not everyone can use the banknote ability well.

As soon as Francois finished speaking, the third round of French artillery bombardment came.

Whoosh!

After a scream in the air, Francois's head was missing before he put down his long sword.The headless body continued to take two steps forward by virtue of inertia, and the cross-section of the neck spurted a hot column of blood, like a walking red fountain.

The Wool Soldiers collapsed.

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The British commander, Fastov, saw from a distance that the woolen soldiers who had gathered under the city of Sharon suddenly scattered and fled.

"The striker failed," he said lightly, without the slightest wave on his weathered cheeks.

Beside Fastov, a nobleman who was slightly younger than him, but also had frosted temples, said: "A group of woolen soldiers who are worth more dead than alive. At least they have tested the background of the enemy army. ."

"Agreed, Sir Richard." Fastov nodded.

The nobleman's name was Richard Beauchamp, Earl of Warwick and O'Malley, a three-dynasty elder who had served the Plantagenets since the time of Henry IV.He made his mark on the battlefield at a young age. He made a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, traveled more than half of Europe, competed in knightly battles, won countless honors and fortunes, and was even a guest of King Charles VI of France.

This nobleman who is both a martial arts ranger and an excellent general, his life is as brilliant as the player character in "Kingdom of the Wind".

Of course, for fans of Jingfa, especially Joan of Arc, the British who participated in Joan of Arc's burning trial in history has no good image.

The Earl of Warwick put up a pergola, observed it carefully, and shook his head: "The distance is too far to see why the fleeing soldiers were defeated. I just heard the sound of dense artillery. Could it be that Francois's troops really Defeated by field artillery? That's incredible."

Fastov's face was serious: "Even if it's unbelievable, this is the most reasonable explanation at present. According to the report of the spies from Sharon City, it was an artillery unit formed by Youfu Ma with a lot of money, and there should be some good points."

"Ha, Seris, only play some despicable tricks!" The Earl of Warwick spat out a mouthful of phlegm and smashed a splash on the river.

"Prepare to land. I will lead the local troops to attack the camp outside the city. It must be ensured that the artillery cannot interfere with the siege. The rest of the troops will be handed over to you, Sir Richard." Fastov held the hilt of his sword and said Decide.

"Are you sure about this arrangement, Sir Fastov? And those Vikings?" Earl Warwick did not expect that, as an adjutant, he would actually get command of most of the army, and he was also responsible for the most critical offensive. city ​​task.

Does it mean that the glory of catching or killing the King of France and the Duke of Burgundy falls on him?

"The Vikings are on their own. We are only temporarily cooperating with these infidels, not allies fighting side by side. This must be remembered. Stay or even if you win, it will bring a lot of trouble. ."

"As for why I made this arrangement," Fastov pointed at the whip in his hand, "see that battle flag?"

On the bank of the river in the distance, the white battle flag of the Holy Maiden is stretching in the wind.

"The French still have some brains. They know to set up a camp outside the city and cooperate with Chalon. The army commanded by the French witch is the biggest threat. This battle can only be left to me."

The Earl of Warwick also knew that Fastov was stigmatized after his loss to Joan of Arc at Parti.He nodded and solemnly accepted the commander's order: "I will do my best to take Sharon. May the god of war, Tangus, be with you, Sir Fastov."

"May St. George guide us to victory."

The two of them gave a firm grip, and then dispersed with their attendants.

When the fleet approached the city of Chalon four kilometers, it began to dock.

Fastov disembarked from the left bank of the Marne with a thousand longbowmen, five hundred German mercenaries, and five hundred knights.The Earl of Warwick, a large but complex main force, landed on the right bank.

The weather is fine today, and it has been cloudless since morning.The sun rose lazily towards the sky, releasing a cool light.

Englishmen streamed from Viking longships.Looking from a distance, you can see the colorful trickles gradually converging together.

The armor and weapons of the soldiers shined brightly in the sunlight reflected by the snow, exuding a sharp light.

Soon, the trickle formed two colorful seas of people on both sides of the Marne.Amid the cries of the messengers and the scoldings of the non-commissioned officers, the army began to move, advancing like a surge, as if unstoppable.

If you are someone who has not received special counting training, seeing the flags standing in front of you, the forest of guns, and hearing the roar of countless combat boots stepping on the ground, I am afraid that there is a "[-] army" in front of you.

After the vanguard fleeing the fleeing soldiers, Joan of Arc ordered that the shelling be stopped.Gunpowder and shells were expensive, and she didn't want to waste it.After the artillery company returned to the mobile state, she led the cavalry unit to advance slowly.

Fastov's troops also formed a formation at the junction of the forest and the Catalonia plain, marching cautiously.

About half an hour later, the two armies stopped at a distance of two kilometers from each other.

Fastov ordered: "Put down the horse and prepare to fight!"

The messenger beside him blew the horn.

After hearing the order, the longbowmen immediately inserted the wooden stakes on their shoulders into the soil in front of them, and then recited the Elvish language "growth" as the activation password.

These wooden stakes, which were made by Sherwood elves, contained magical power, and suddenly vines with spikes grew, intertwined and entangled with each other, forming an insurmountable obstacle for cavalry in front of the formation.

In the French army formation two kilometers away, Joan of Arc saw this scene clearly.

The village girl who used to be illiterate, after being taught by Yo-Fu Ma, not only acquired basic reading and writing skills, but also began to understand historical and military knowledge.

She looked at Fastolf's formation and said with a confident smile: "Just as the teacher said, from Crecy to Poitiers to Agincourt, for 100 years, the tactics of the English have always been the same. No change. The British general must be an old man who knows nothing."

The British army on the opposite side was divided into three parts. The middle army was foot knights and German mercenaries, and the two wings were longbowmen.

The battlefield they chose, with the forest on one side and the Marne River on the other, could perfectly prevent the French cavalry from flanking around.