Continental Warriors Yoo Ma
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In this case, Joan of Arc and Youfu Ma were also caught in a dilemma as to how to move the next move.
In dense fog with visibility less than 100 meters, the effect of the cannon will definitely be greatly reduced.And if you attack rashly, you may be taken out by enemies that appear from somewhere.
But if you stick to the camp, what will happen to Sharon City?
Had the city been captured and Charles VII and Philip III captured, the battle would have been utterly lost.
"We must attack!" Joan of Arc slammed a punch on the map, "We have to press all our forces, get close to the city of Chalon, then cross the bridge and attack the siege forces. It is difficult to find the enemy in the fog, so we More cavalry should be dispatched for reconnaissance. As for the escort of the artillery, I will leave it to the infantry."
Yofu Ma does not think that those infantry soldiers who have not experienced actual combat will perform well in such a complex environment.Maybe if you encounter an enemy army halfway, you will be frightened into chaos, and you will be defeated without a fight.
But this is war, and there are always unexpected situations, and there is no time for people to be perfectly prepared.Anyway, the situation of the British was not very good. Fastov's troops suffered several rounds of artillery fire and fled desperately.
Better than bad, who is afraid of who.
Just as Mayouf and Joan of Arc reached an agreement, Nikolai's cavalry scouts returned to the camp.
"Lord Count, prepare for defense! The demons wearing winged helmets are here!"
The Albanian covered in blood walked into the camp, and Yoof Ma saw that there was a ferocious wound on his face, the white subcutaneous fat was rolled out, and blood was flowing.
"Fortunately, I hid in time, otherwise this flying axe would have cut off half of my head." Nikolai said in blunt French.
Of the thirty scouts released, only seventeen returned.
"O'Rourke, come with me!" Youfu Ma walked out of the tent, and the orc guard behind him was carrying a metal box.
This is an ammunition box specially made by Yof Ma, and it is full of 40mm grenades made by him.
Although he was reduced from a guard to a porter, O'Rourke had no problem.It followed Yoo Fu to the highest point of the hill, opened the box, and, according to Yoo Ma's instructions, handed him a grenade with a white-painted warhead and a copper ball for propellant.
boom!
The force field energy was instantly released, causing the barrel to make a crisp sound.
The "flash grenade" used for lighting broke through the thick fog like a swordfish splitting water, flew into the air, and turned into a dazzling ball of light.
The light of magic dispelled the thick fog, and the French soldiers in the camp also saw the surrounding situation clearly.
About 200 meters away, a large black wave is surging.
The Viking warriors in black helmets and black armor had long beards and braids, and their faces were sharpened like a rock by the roaring wind and snow in northern Europe.
The Vikings who dared to fight the sea with their dragon-headed longboats hundreds of years ago were completely different from the French farmers who lived in a fertile and comfortable environment in terms of spirit, flesh and bones.
These tall and strong warriors move neatly, step in unity, and even breathe as if they are a whole.The French soldiers watching from behind the camp bunkers had an illusion.Appearing in front of them, this army of thousands has merged into one and turned into the evil dragon Fafnir in "Song of the Nibelungs", which is about to devour everything.
Fortunately, although the French did not have the dragon slayer Siegfried, they did have the Saintess of Lorraine.
"Quick, the spearmen form a formation, guard the entrance, and the others enter the position. All the cavalrymen dismount!" Jeanne nodded to Youfu Ma and rushed to the front.
Youf Ma also called for Jean Brow: "The artillery should enter the defensive position as soon as possible, and use all grape bullets!"
"Sir, there is a suitable artillery position in the camp, at most [-] artillery pieces, what about the rest?"
Ma Youfu pointed to the only road in the camp that connected to the outside world, and said, "Four cannons are arranged at one end of the road and loaded with solid bullets. Once the enemy breaks through the gun formation and comes up, fire the cannon immediately and teach the opponent to play death bowling."
Although he didn't know what bowling was, Jean Brow nodded.
"As for the remaining six cannons, they should be placed in safe positions and used as reserves." Ma Youfu picked up the grenade gun, "I will use flares to indicate the target for the artillery. In the current environment, the shooting opportunity may be fleeting, you must To catch."
Jean Bro, who felt the pressure on his shoulders, left quickly, urging his artillerymen to go.
Tspiciko and others on the front line have already smelled the smell of death.
woo-woo-
The horn sounded like the low roar of Leviathan among the Vikings.In their army formation, a blood-red flag suddenly shone brightly, smearing a dark golden light film on the dark armor.
The Viking warriors seemed to have fallen into some kind of madness and began to run wildly.
Every French shooter in the camp was doing his best to stop the charging enemy.But neither the crossbow nor the bow and arrow did much.Some Viking warriors have more than a dozen arrows stuck in their bodies, but they still fly like the wind.
It's a cumbersome and difficult-to-use flaming gun, and if it hits, it can really take a life.
When the distance between the two armies was less than 30 meters, the Viking warriors suddenly stopped in unison, pulled out throwing axes from their waists, and threw them at the French army.
Covered shooters and melee infantry suffered little loss in this instant death storm.However, the array of guns blocking the road was instantly swept away by a large area.
If Ma Youfu was willing to spend money and equipped the soldiers with excellent protection, I am afraid that these recruits who have never experienced war would collapse due to excessive casualties.
Fortunately, Joan of Arc arrived in time to stabilize the military.
"Soldiers, the enemies you face are pagans who believe in evil gods, fight bravely, the Seven Saints are with us!"
The sword of St. Catherine pointed forward in her hand, and the two sides began to engage.
Yofu Ma stood at the top of the camp and heard the sound of fighting from below.He loaded another flare and fired it.
The little sun generated by magic power shone in the air, and the white light illuminated most of the battlefield.
Youfu Ma saw the situation clearly.
The entire camp with an irregular circular outline, the defense line from seven o'clock to ten o'clock, was all caught in the battle at this time.
Because the fortifications were built in advance and trenches were dug, the battle surface was staggered and intricate, and only about 500 troops could be deployed.
The Viking leader obviously saw this as well. He only sent half of his men to attack, and the remaining half lined up behind, ready to take turns at any time.
Relying on dismounted heavy cavalry and dwarf mercenaries as the core, the French army stabilized the line of defense.There was a saint who boosted morale, and the conscripts barely maintained their morale. They filled the mouth of the beast of war as consumables, and then they were constantly torn apart by sharp teeth composed of swords, spears, and spears.
Jean Brow took advantage of the fact that the effect of the flares had not disappeared, and took the time to deploy the artillery.
The terrain on the hillside was not conducive to the deployment of artillery. He spent a lot of effort and only managed to arrange fourteen artillery pieces.
Seeing that the light in the air was gradually dimming, and he was about to lose his target, Jean Brow made a decisive decision and shouted: "Fire!"
The goal of the artillery was not to scramble the front lines, and Yoof Ma was not so mad that he would bombard the enemy together.Those Viking warriors waiting in line as the second attack wave are the perfect targets.
Facts have proved that even these mysterious and powerful Viking warriors who believe in otherworldly evil gods are no different from a piece of rotten meat in the face of "high-tech weapons" constructed of metal and gunpowder.
Yoof Ma shouted: "Soldier, fight, you will win! The enemy is strong and fierce, disciplined, not afraid of death, well-equipped, and blessed by the magic of the evil god! But so what? We have cannons!"
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The crossbowman, whose face was covered in blood, was winding the crossbow when he suddenly heard cheers from behind him.He looked up and was stunned for a moment, then wiped away the blood that covered his eyelids, exclaiming madly.
The Viking battle formation, which was originally closely arranged like a black iron Great Wall, gave people a great sense of oppression, but several shocking gaps were gnawed by the French artillery fire.
Those Viking warriors who were supposed to be galloping and killing on the battlefield, a Viking warrior who could defeat three or five French soldiers, fell on the snow in pieces.
"Haha, it's not the Viking Age anymore, you pagan savages go to hell! Long live the Saintess, the Count of Rouen..."
Whoosh!
A flying axe roared and pulled a thick and long wound on the crossbowman's neck.
Fortunately, this kind of happy and sad situation is rare.The power of the artillery obviously gave the French soldiers more confidence, and made the Vikings pay a great price for every step forward.
Yoof Ma used himself as an artificial illuminator, continuously firing flares into the battlefield to provide guidance for artillery firing.The Vikings also responded after two rounds of shelling.They dispersed the formation and pushed forward, using the natural terrain and the French fortifications to block the artillery line of fire.
The killing effect of the artillery plummeted, and the grape bullets were almost used up.
At this moment, a horn sounded in the distance, and a long dragon composed of torches appeared in the thick fog.Indistinctly, you can still hear shouts in English.
"Fastov is here! That old man!" Yofu Ma cursed.
The opponent was shelled, but they retreated undefeated. Now they are regrouping, and under the cover of thick fog, they are also approaching the camp.
This time, the pressure on defense has increased greatly.
"Change to solid bullets, and fire a few rounds before Fastov's troops approach." Mayoufu ordered Jean Brot.
After observing for a while, Ma Youfu suddenly found that the British army stopped at a distance of about 600 meters from the camp.The torches that were lined up neatly and horizontally in the fog also suddenly appeared in chaos.
He became suspicious.
While the artillery was reloading, Ma Youfu raised the grenade gun in his hand and fired a flare at the torch of the British army in the distance.
After seeing the other party's situation clearly, he didn't know what language to use to describe his mood.
I saw a group of soldiers suddenly appeared on the left flank of the British army and launched an attack on them.
These soldiers, wearing chain piercers, armed with oval shields and light javelins, formed a dense phalanx, rushing towards the longbowmen who were caught off guard.
Looking at their equipment, it was actually the infantry of the late imperial legion of the fifth century.
And, that's not the point!
These Romans who seem to have traveled through time and space are all green and translucent.
This is clearly a ghost!
A longbowman who couldn't escape, screamed, pulled out his dagger, and stabbed the legionnaires who were chasing behind him.The weapons of both sides staggered past, as if hitting the air.
The legionnaire's infantry passed directly through the longbowman's body, and then disappeared without a trace with a low sigh.
Before the longbowman could celebrate the rest of his life, his face was suddenly covered in blue and black, and he fell to the ground stiffly, not breathing.
"Don't be afraid of these ghost weapons, they can't hurt creatures in the material world! But be careful, don't be touched by ghosts, otherwise, your life force will be exhausted by death energy!"
In the British army, Bishop Beauvin shouted loudly, trying to tell the soldiers how to deal with these ghosts and stabilize the morale of the army.
Fastov rode up to him and asked, "Bishop, do you know where these ghosts come from? Is it a French trick?"
"Maybe, maybe not, I don't know!" the devastated Bishop Beauvin screamed.
At this time, behind the British army, a group of ghost cavalry suddenly appeared.
They held compound bows, wore tattered furs, and had very odd hairstyles.These cavalry roared to and fro, gathering and dispersing, sometimes rushing into the British formation, taking away a few lives, and then dissipating as smoke and dust.
Huns?
Fastov tried his best to stabilize the morale of the army, and at the same time, a mixed feeling of absurdity and chaos rose in his heart: "Is it the wraith of this ancient battlefield that has been awakened to continue the fighting in his lifetime? The Quartet forces, appearing in the same place?"
The situation encountered by Yoof Ma was even more absurd than Fastov.
When he saw that the British army encountered a ghost that suddenly appeared and fell into chaos, a cold and ruthless voice suddenly came from behind: "I am the whip of chaos, destined to sweep across Europe and Asia, Attila the Huns. Why are you here? in my camp?"
Ma Youfu was stunned, turned his head to look, and found that a group of ghosts appeared in the camp.
The ghost headed by him is nearly three meters tall, with a horse-headed body, muscular knots, four black spikes growing on his shoulders, wearing a necklace of skulls, and his armor is decorated with dozens of huge gems.
If the other party has an entity, I am afraid that this armor alone can be exchanged for a city.
Orc Orc and other guards immediately gathered around Ma Youfu, and the situation was about to explode.
Mayouf quietly loaded a flame grenade and said, "Your camp? It's 1430, and you've been dead for ten centuries, Attila."
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