Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

Take advantage of the terrain and wait for work.Wait for the enemy to attack.Even if the enemy faced the rain of arrows, overcame the difficulties brought by the inferior terrain, and successfully rushed over to fight with the infantry of the Chinese army, the longbowmen on both sides could also shoot the enemy from the flanks.

Add to that the gods—or the sorcerers of noble mages pouring down rain, making it impossible for heavily armored foes to move, and an epic victory could fall to the British like pie.

Jean Brooke, who was following Joan of Arc, looked at the British in full formation, and then smiled: "Look at the flag, the commander opposite should be Sir Fastov. He is indeed an experienced veteran. However, The words that the Count often talks about - times have changed, and it will be the theme of today's battle."

"Okay, Mr. Artillery Chief, let's defeat the British!" Joan of Arc was in high spirits and high spirits.

The French army continued to advance. According to the previous experience of shelling the wool soldiers, they did not stop until they were 500 meters away from the British army.

It happened to be a depression here. If the French army launched a charge against the British army, they had to rush up a long uphill and consume a lot of physical strength.And in the long-range weapons, it will also be at an absolute disadvantage.

Fastov stopped when he saw the enemy advancing into the hollow, and showed a "right-hearted" smile.

Sharon was being besieged by several times the army. If the French army in the camp outside the city wanted to rescue the city, they had to destroy their own troops.

The British army only needed to stand up, occupy favorable terrain, and wait for the enemy to attack.

Like the Battle of Patty, because a stag disturbed the defense line, the French army was able to raid the British army that had not yet placed the stakes.

The British were following their steps, and the French were fighting at their own pace.

The four artillery companies that had experienced actual combat moved much more quickly this time.The artillerymen set up the artillery position within 3 minutes, and then corrected the shooting angle.

"Fire!"

Amid the roar of the artillery, six-pound cast iron shells rained down on the British.

Seen from a distance, blood-red ripples are constantly set off in the colorful crowd.

People turned on their backs, wailed, the flowers of death continued to bloom, and fear spread rapidly in the enemy's line.

Fastov looked at the longbowman who had a broken leg, lying under his mount and wailing again and again, and the hand holding the whip was bulging.

He did not expect that the British army, which had been occupying the advantage of long-range firepower for nearly a hundred years, was actually taught a lesson by the French with artillery today.

"I've already made strong psychological preparations for French artillery, but I didn't expect that the enemy's performance was far beyond expectations. This kind of lethality and accuracy... It seems that artillery will soon become indispensable in field battles. A missing role."

However, as the commander-in-chief of the first army, Fastov only took a few seconds to sigh, then regained his calm and began to look for countermeasures.

The effective range of the longbow is 300 meters. If you want to cover the enemy's artillery positions with arrow rain, you have to go forward 200 meters and get out of the protection of the horses.

If the French cavalry took the opportunity to kill, then their thousand longbowmen would be buried here.

Fastov quickly came up with the idea.He ordered: "Gather all the rangers, rangers, and professionals who specialize in bows and crossbows, and then distribute all the elven arrows."

The three hundred elven arrows in the army supply cart are important military supplies that have been accumulated since Henry VI ascended the throne.The Sherwood Elves only give the Plantage family an allotment of fifty arrows each year, and sometimes the royal family doesn't have the money left to buy them.

To support the campaign, the Duke of Gloucester dug up the old cellars in the London Armory.

The first round of shots worked well. Joan of Arc and Jean Brooke observed the British movement between shots.

"What is Fastov doing? Did he just stand there because he was bombarded by the cannon?" Jean Brow wondered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was dragged off his horse by Jeanne.

The artillery chief, who was smashed, only heard the sound of "clang".He raised his head and found that the sword of Saint Catherine, which had been unsheathed in Joan's hand, was trembling slightly.

"Be careful of the British archers!" Gee, who flew a hidden arrow, shouted loudly.

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As soon as Joan of Arc finished speaking, after a dozen elven arrows outlined an elegant and beautiful emerald green trail, they accurately took away the lives of ten artillerymen.

The two artillery units were scrapped in the blink of an eye.

"Damn!" Joan almost clenched her silver teeth.

Fastov is really old-fashioned, and he actually came up with the trick of using magic arrows in a concentrated manner.The experience of bullying woolen soldiers with cannons is not very easy to apply directly to the British regular army.

However, Joan of Arc's fighting style has always been heroic, and it is impossible to be forced back by the cold arrow of the opposite sharpshooter.She immediately gave an order: "Dismount the cavalry, raise shields, and cover the artillery!"

The six hundred French heavy cavalry consisted of one hundred companies.Each company has a "Knight of the Square Banner" as captain, two "Lower Knights", and three squires of knights.Although the equipment of each cavalryman is good or bad according to their economic strength, they are all equipped with full body armor, and each is well-trained, and some are professionals.

After hearing Joan of Arc's order, the cavalry immediately dismounted, took off the fan-shaped shields suitable for foot combat from the horses, quickly gathered in front of the artillery positions, formed a dense phalanx, raised their shields, and formed a shield wall.

duh!

An elven arrow pierced through the wooden shield, and with all its strength, it plunged into the armor and pierced the muscles.

The knight holding the shield twitched at the corner of his mouth because of the pain.However, he still gritted his teeth and persevered, continuing to maintain the integrity of the shield wall.

Things like this knight were happening everywhere in the French army.

These late medieval warriors who lacked the concept of "discipline" were able to endure the constant long-range harassment of the enemy, just because behind them, the battle flag of the Holy Maiden was flying.

After the threat of England's dark arrows was greatly reduced, the artillerymen who had retreated and evaded returned to their positions.

Jean Bro redistributed the artillery. Although the operators of each gun were reduced, the two battery groups that were completely scrapped before were restored, and all 24 guns could still be put into battle.

After the artillerymen finished reloading with sweat, with the command "ready to fire", the shield wall in front immediately separated to both sides to make way for the firing channel.

The revenge shells roared at the British, taking more than a dozen lives.

"Hold on, warriors! Our cannons don't cost more than three livres to fire once! And the enchanted arrows the English buy from Pointy Ears cost more than ten pounds each!" The angle encouraged morale, "Our Lord Earl has countless wealth, but the poor gorse is borrowing everywhere! Even if it is money, we can also win a victory!"

Fastov, who was dodging artillery fire in the woods, also realized that if he continued to shoot at each other, he would definitely lose first if he was exhausted.

Professional sharpshooters paired with elven arrows can effectively kill the enemy at a distance of 500 meters, but it is impossible to collapse those dismounted heavy cavalry holding shields with a few hundred arrows—especially their There is also a French witch behind her to boost morale.

Besides, what's the use of shooting a few knights?Fastov's original intention was to kill artillery and abolish the enemy's long-range firepower.

However, he has come step by step from the knights with an annual income of 46 pounds, and has become a pivotal general in the whole of England today.

Fastov quickly issued a new order: "Abandon the positions built by resisting horses, and attack the whole army!"

The sharpshooters who used it in a concentrated manner continued to use the elven arrows unhurriedly to exert pressure on the French army.While other troops began to advance.

The longbowmen on both wings set out first, followed by the foot knights and German mercenaries of the central army.

With a short distance of 500 meters, it was impossible for the French cavalry to complete a series of steps such as removing the shield wall, gathering horses, forming a formation, and launching a charge before the longbowmen approached the effective range.

Although the marksman tactic failed to cause serious damage to the French artillery, it also succeeded in forcing the French cavalry to dismount and turn into infantry in order to cover the artillery, giving up their greatest advantage.

Seeing that the British actually gave up their positions and took the initiative to attack, there was a commotion in the French cavalry formation, and Joan of Arc had to boost morale and urge them to continue to hold on.

On the other hand, Jean Bro was ecstatic.

"Grape bullets! All artillery units, put on grape bullets!"

In Ma Youfu's artillery ammunition reserves, [-]% are the most commonly used solid bullets, and the remaining [-]% ​​are grape bullets specially used to kill a large number of soft targets at close range.

After hearing Jean Bro's order, the artillerymen took from the ammunition box a sturdy cylindrical cloth bag tied with twine.Thirty iron bullets are stuffed in this cloth bag, which can be fired to form a killing surface of three to five meters, which is most suitable for dealing with densely arranged infantry phalanxes.

This is much more virtuous than the "nail bomb" that Ma Youfu learned from the Pirates of the Caribbean in the previous battle of the monastery.

The longbowmen on both wings continued to advance.Perhaps in order to enhance the killing effect, Fastov ordered them to advance to a distance of more than 200 meters from the French army before stopping.

These farmers, from rural England, undergo rigorous weekly shooting training.The motivation for them to put in so much sweat is to one day cross the English Channel, make a fortune on the battlefields of France, and achieve a class leap.

In their eyes, the fully-armed French knights on the opposite side were all walking purses.

The longbowmen were full of confidence that they had won more with less, and they faithfully carried out Fastov's orders even if they were wounded by artillery fire.

The longbowmen took out the arrows from their quivers, inserted them on the ground for easy access, then bent their bows, set up arrows, aimed, and waited for the officer's order.

The sound of the bowstring being tightened one after another, almost everyone held their breath.

Behind them came the impassioned voice of the Bishop of Beauvin: "Englanders, people of the pious King Henry VI, draw your bowstrings, spread your arms, and throw a rain of righteous arrows on your enemies! St. George Bless you, the witches of France will fail..."

At this time, the shield wall on the opposite side suddenly spread out, revealing 24 black hole muzzles.

The bishop's high-pitched declaration was suddenly interrupted by the rumble of cannons.

Intensive and sharp whistling one after another, covering the entire longbow phalanx.

A metal storm composed of hundreds of projectiles swept across.Before the longbowmen could react, they were cut down one by one like wheat.

The shells hit the snow one after another, stirring up countless pure white flowers.

Gradually, the flowers turned pale pink and then quickly turned bright red.

"Retreat, retreat!" Fastov shouted and ordered.At that moment, the gentle slope covered with the broken bodies of hundreds of longbowmen made the veteran almost lose control of his emotions.

The horn sounded, and while the French artillerymen cleared their barrels for the next round of firing, the longbowmen turned and ran wildly.

If it weren't for the St. George's Cross held high in the hands of Bishop Bowen, exuding a magical aura that calms people's hearts and dispels fear, these English longbowmen who were fantasizing about getting rich five minutes ago would have completely collapsed.

The foot knights and German mercenaries behind the longbowmen were a little confused by this sudden change, and they stared blankly at the longbowmen fleeing from the flanks, and stayed in place for a few minutes.

Fastov's usual prestige played a role, and the English knights retreated in orderly formation after hearing the horn of retreat.

The German mercenary leader chose to move on, leaving only a word of contemptuous German that the English could not understand.

"Those barbarians who eat pig's feet and sauerkraut!" Fastov was about to laugh when he saw this scene. "Don't they realize how terrible the French artillery is?"

The artillery made by Yoof Ma's huge sum of money appeared on the battlefield for the first time.Because of the poor communication of information and the influence of inherent concepts, even if he saw the corpses all over the ground, the German mercenary leader was lucky, feeling that he could destroy the enemy's artillery by rushing in between the firings.

"Sir, what should we do?" Bishop Beauvin, who was protected by several knights and evacuated into the woods, still couldn't hide his panic, and his voice was trembling.

After all, he is a senior clergyman, a mid-level priest, although he is pampered and has never been on the battlefield, he thinks that his performance is definitely better than that of ordinary soldiers.

But after the baptism of gunpowder and blood, Bishop Bowen understood a truth: in front of cannons, all living beings are equal.

Even elite professionals have a hard time surviving that devastating iron rain.I am afraid that the heroic rank can not ignore the lethality of artillery fire.I am afraid that only the legendary powerhouses can despise those death weapons created by the new concept of "science".

Even in the face of setbacks, Fastov rode on his horse as tall and straight as a mountain.He said in a firm voice, "We haven't failed yet. Abandon the current line of defense, back up, and defend down the gentle slope. The longbowmen are spread out, and everyone must be more than three feet apart!"

The seasoned Fastov, even at this disadvantage, was trying to keep the battle undefeated.

The gentle slope to the north is only about 200 meters long. Longbowmen line up below the slope and can cover the top of the slope with arrow rain.And with the cover of the reverse slope, the British army down the slope will not be attacked by French artillery.

If the French wanted to attack, they had to advance to the top of the slope and set up new artillery positions.

In the process, it was bound to be hit by a rain of arrows from the British army.

As Fastov regrouped under the North Slope, the rumble of artillery began to sound again, making the soldiers' hearts skip a beat.After a while, covered in blood, the scattered German mercenaries ran up to the top of the slope, then screamed and fled the battlefield.

"At least these Germans bought us some time," Fastov reassured himself.

After a while, several French cavalry reached the top of the slope.They observed the situation of the British army, and they did not retreat until they were killed by a sharpshooter.

Fastov continued to wait, but no French army appeared.He immediately dispatched scouts.

Suddenly, the continuous sound of gunfire suddenly sounded, making Bishop Beauvin shudder: "What's the matter, where did the French army fire from?"

"The sound of the guns came from behind. Those were our guns. The siege began," Fastov said.

At this time, the scout came to report: "My lord, the French army has retreated!"