After Becoming The Tyrant

The white emperor salamander banner fell from midair to the ground, and the rose cavalry following behind trampled it heavily into the bloody mud, and it was so dirty that it could no longer be seen in an instant.

The rebel army was silent for a moment, as if they hadn't realized what happened.

Prince Will's head rolled to the pile of corpses on the ground, a rose cavalry flicked his wrist and picked it up with a spear.

The remnant commander of the rebel army on the battlefield, a poor earl watched the iron cavalry come straight towards him, the head of Prince Will on the tip of the spear was dripping blood downwards, the face of this rebel prince who thought he was noble Freeze the last moment of panic.Without hesitation, the count turned his horse's head and fled desperately.

The king put the sword back into its sheath, and took off the longbow from behind his back with his backhand.

He nocks and pulls the string.

His icy blue eyes stared at the fleeing count like an eagle catching its prey.The next moment, he let go of his hand, and the iron arrow pierced through the air, and the sound of the arrow sounded like a howling ghost.

The earl could only hear the sharp and sharp whistle of arrows, and a chill suddenly shot up his spine.Subconsciously, he backhanded to block his back with the shield.When he just raised the shield, the cold iron arrow sank into the gap between his helmet and the armor, piercing through the fine chain mail.

The count lowered his head slowly, seeing the arrow tip protruding from his throat.

He let out a strange sound of "ho ho" from his throat, and fell off the galloping horse, facing the sky on his back.

The king hung the longbow back on his back, drew out his sword again, and pointed at the rebels who were completely defeated and tried to escape: "Kill!"

The word "mercy" is always just a joke on the battlefield!

The military flag has fallen, the main general is dead, and the remnants of the rebel army are routed.And what awaited them was the rose cavalry who seemed to be reborn from blood.The iron cavalry followed the king closely, criss-crossing like lightning, trampling all the enemies who were powerless to resist.

From the distant horizon came the thunderous sound of hooves.

The king turned his horse's head and led his knights in a charging formation.

The ancient heavy cavalry has arrived.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a black torrent poured from the other side of the earth.These shadows on the battlefield rushed forward horribly, the hideous bone spurs on their armors were covered with broken blood, and the iron guns in their hands were dripping with sticky blood.It is not hard to imagine how this ancient heavy cavalry massacred Legrand's central army before that.

The king galloped forward and stood in front of the rose cavalry.

Without retreating an inch, he took over the terrifying aura of the galloping heavy cavalry from Gulundi.

There was a long hiss of a war horse.

The horses wearing heavy armor stopped at the same time, and the Gulundi heavy cavalry turned from the wanton flood into a suddenly still vast ocean.

In front of the ancient heavy cavalry team on the opposite side, their leader stood.

The two sides confronted each other, but no one spoke.

At this moment, the battlefield was so quiet that only the sound of blood dripping remained.

Leader Hull squinted his eyes slightly. He looked at the Legrand cavalry on the opposite side, and the familiar scarlet king's banner fluttered in the cold wind.Holding the king's flag high is a group of blood-soaked knights on their armor—they are the real rose cavalry.And the one who led this iron cavalry was the king who was too young.

"The Rose Family..."

Chief Hull murmured to himself.

The warrior behind Chief Hull sensed his father, and his eyes seemed to sharpen again in an instant.

Previously, they led the Gulundi heavy cavalry, tore apart Legrand's huge central army effortlessly, and chased those fleeing guys to start a massacre.At that time, he also believed that after the death of the Duke of Buckingham, Legrand no longer had a decent army.

But now it seems that is not the case.

Although the person who could truly bear the name of the lion has fallen, the person who succeeded him from the Qiangwei family has inherited the same blood as him.

The king looked at the stationary Gurendian heavy cavalry. He stretched out his hand and took the spear holding Prince Will's head from the knight next to him, with a flick of his wrist.

The head drew a long arc in mid-air, and headed precisely towards the leader of Hull.

The heavy cavalry behind the leader of Hull rubbed against their armor, intending to swing their spears forward.Leader Hull stretched out his hand and restrained them.

The blood-clotting head fell from the air, rolled on the ground, and finally stood firmly on the grass less than one meter in front of the leader of Hull.

Chief Hull glanced at his employer's head, then looked up at the king opposite him.

The king had already taken off his somewhat broken helmet, and the silver hair of the Rose family logo hung down on the blood-stained armor, and the too-young face under the helmet showed no expression.The wind stirred his heavy cloak slightly, and at this moment blood was dripping down from the hem of the cloak.

The king's pale face was splattered with bright red blood, and his whole body was shrouded in a threatening hostility.

Across a marshy battlefield full of blood and mud, the two sides reined in their horses and faced each other far away.

Leader Hull narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter was like thunder: "Duke Buckingham! What a Duke Buckingham!"

He should have thought of it earlier!How could someone who was taken care of by a male lion be a weakling?

The leader of Hull raised his gun and nodded in the direction of the king and the rose cavalry, then turned his horse's head: "Let's go!"

He gave an order, and the black Gurendian heavy cavalry bypassed the bloody mud battlefield and withdrew from here.

Seeing this scene, the knight holding the king's flag behind the king raised the banner high and shouted: "For the glory of Qiangwei!"

"For the glory of Rose!"

Everyone roared together, their voices were blown up by the wind, and the blood mixed in the ground spread far, far away.

They, won!

Indistinct cheers came from behind.

The samurai rode up to catch up with his father in front of him, and he asked the leader of Hull in a low voice: "Why didn't we fight just now?"

The young king and his knights were indeed imposing, and they were by no means cowardly.But after a brutal battle, no matter in terms of numbers or energy, they absolutely couldn't bear the second round of cruel battles.

"Fight ass." Chief Hull smacked his son's head with a palm, "The employer is dead, who are you fighting for for nothing?"

The samurai bared his teeth, realizing that he had indeed asked a stupid question.

Leader Hull withdrew his hand, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the battlefield: "A new lion..."

There is always a chance to fight.

Leader Hull thought, looked away, and drove his horse forward.

………………

There is a thick and strange smell in the air.

It was human blood, horse blood, burnt meat... all these smells were mixed together.

The young slave stood dazed among the corpses, his sword tightly held in his hand.There was a long gash on his shoulder, which was no longer bleeding.

He crawled out of the pile of corpses.

The ancient heavy cavalry slaughtered almost all the reserve soldiers who had just become knights, and there were not many people left on the battlefield at this time.

In less than half a day, the adult men of the entire Benz City were buried on this land.

The scene of the Gulundi heavy cavalry rushing forward still remained in front of his eyes. Where those armored monsters passed, there were only stumps and broken arms left on the ground.After they left, there was only dead silence left on the grassland.

He staggered to his feet, trying to find several other slaves he was familiar with among the dead.

Corpses were piled on top of each other, and the severed limbs were frozen together with blood.He can't find anyone else.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes sounded again.

The young slave grabbed the sword in his cold hands, and he turned away.

The rose king banner unfurled in the cold wind, and the king who had put the sword on his shoulder on the high platform returned with his cavalry covered in blood.

The king reined in the reins and looked at the entire battlefield of the Chinese army.The little rose cavalry he sent to command the reserve army also failed to survive. The king saw a crooked bloody banner not far away.Next to the flag, a knight in iron armor stretched out his hand, still holding the flagpole tightly.

The knights behind all took off their helmets and bowed their heads in silence.

Some of them closed their eyes, unable to bear to look any further.

The king didn't close his eyes.

He quietly looked at the battlefield full of corpses, and after a while, he looked down at the young slave holding the sword.The king recognized him.

The young slave met the king's eyes without moving, neither kneeling nor speaking.

The king watched him for a while, then stretched out his hand and ordered a knight to lead a war horse - the owner of this war horse had died in the battle just now.

The war horse stopped in front of the young slave, and the king threw a badge symbolizing the rose cavalry in front of the young slave.

He didn't speak any more, turned his horse's head, and led the team towards the battlefield where the lieutenant general was.

The rose cavalry followed the king silently, no one looked at the motionless slave again.

After a long time, the last knight in the team heard the sound of horseshoes behind him.The knight turned his head and saw the young slave following up on horseback, wearing the rose badge on his chest.

The knight slowed down, waiting for the new rose cavalry to come to his side.

The knight reached out and patted his shoulder lightly.

………………

The world is full of blood, and the world is all white.

After paying a heavy price in the Battle of Benz City, it was miraculously won in the end.With the victory comes a heavy sadness.

After the rebel army retreated, the people of Banz City opened the city gate and began to clean up the battlefield according to the king's order. All the corpses were gathered and burned.It's not that no one objected to burning the corpses, but when they got to the battlefield, they found that even if they didn't burn the corpses, they couldn't tell who their relatives were.

Before the battle, all the reserve soldiers are registered, and the names of all the victims will be officially entered in the death list of the Rose Iron Cavalry, and they will enjoy the same treatment as the royal family soldiers who died.

The funeral will be held in seven days, and everyone's tombstones will be erected on a hillside outside the city.

While the cavalry was resting and waiting for the follow-up army to arrive, the king, who had just treated the arrow wound on his shoulder, hurried into the prison in Benz City.

While responding to the left-wing army, they captured a general of the rebel army.

The king deliberately spared the life of the general.

He wanted to know the details of the Duke of Buckingham's death.

The author has something to say: Because of the exam week, the update is not on time these days, everyone has been waiting qwq

Note: For non-military researchers, the rationale of all battles in this article is based on historical battles.The King's campaign mainly refers to the Battle of Crecy and the Battle of Verneuil in the Hundred Years' War between England and France, and also refers to the description of cavalry military operations in the knight system.

Perform artistic processing on the basis of the above.

In the "big 纛" in the last chapter, the 纛 is pronounced with four tones.

I remember that in the last chapter, some readers seemed to ask about military flags. Here I quote Mr. Ni Shiguang’s "Inquiry into the Medieval Knight System" as an explanation "...In medieval knight military operations, many orders were issued using military flags, and military flags were used to start and stop attacks. It is also used to set up camp. In battle, knights fight around the flag, which becomes the soul symbol of the army. Therefore, holding the flag and guarding the flag are special tasks in battle, and they are performed by knights with high martial arts skills.” ——Citing p113, in addition to using horns to issue orders, see the British army during the Crusades and Edward III.The horn mentioned in the article is the charge symbol

During the battle, the two sides will be distinguished by badges and uniforms. The smock outside the armor mentioned in the article is for this distinction.The hillside longbowman commanded by the lieutenant general used the nailing of wooden stakes and digging trenches as the military tactics of that era. This part is mainly referenced from the Battle of Crecy.The battles commanded by the Gorondian heavy cavalry and the king himself are largely based on the Battle of Verneuil.The Battle of Crecy and the Battle of Vinal took place in 1346 and 1424 respectively. They were two typical battles in which Britain won more with less in the Anglo-French War.

By the way, here is a point of view: not the later tactics are advanced.

Tactics should be compatible with the technical conditions, social productivity, political system, and cultural system at that time.To fight in an era, we must first adapt to the conditions of this era... What is later ≠ advanced, advanced or not should be a relative term.There is no age where people are truly fools.As I explained in the chapter on gunpowder research, it was not that people at that time did not want to use artillery, but because the social production conditions at that time did not allow it.

A simple truth... It should be the development concept taught in high school politics. New things will one day become old things, but conversely, old things will also become new things.A specific historical era has its own choices.

To paraphrase a sentence: "Disregarding social conditions to talk about advancement and backwardness are hooligans."

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[2] Dan Jones. The Empty Crown: The War of the Roses and the Rise of the Tudor Dynasty [M]. Social Science Literature Publishing House: Beijing, 2018

[3] Ni Shiguang. Inquiry into Medieval Knights System [M]. Commercial Press: Beijing, 2011

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