Our family is in decline

As the elite troops of the nobles, the longbowmen have better equipment than the spearmen. The armor they are equipped with and the equipment they purchase are very powerful.

They can shoot arrows from a distance, and their close combat ability is not weak at all. They can also pick up long swords and iron halberds to fight after putting down the longbow.

But all this is meaningless in front of artillery.

How fragile is the human body without the protection of the brick wall? When the shells hit the crowd, the armor was torn apart like thin paper, and the tough longbow as thick as a baby's arm was broken.

No one can stop it at all. Wherever it passes, the tendons and bones are broken and the flesh is rotten.

The flesh and blood and wailing weave a dream like the coming of hell.

"Ahhh! My legs!"

"Save me... I don't want to die..."

"Witchcraft! This must be witchcraft, let's run away..."

Such a scene gave a little shock to ordinary people who have not experienced the cruelty of war. The guys who were originally full of greed and ambition became sober in an instant, even fearful.

The knights couldn't just watch, they quickly stepped forward to control the situation and rescued the longbowmen.

Only after counting did they know that there were less than half of the more than 100 longbowmen left.

That is, it was difficult to load the artillery, otherwise there would be no time for them to run away.

But the battlefield would not stagnate because of their failure, on the contrary, they would continue to attack because they revealed their flaws!

They got the map to break the trap, pushed the shield cart closer to lure the longbowmen out, and the two artillery positions on the left and right tore through the defensive formation of the farm in just one round, and more importantly, the longbowmen were beaten so hard that they dared not show their heads.

The speed of the shield cart and the mortar behind it increased suddenly, and even the harassment of the crossbowmen was useless.

Bonaparte hid in it, with an obvious scar on his face, which was scratched by the heavy arrow penetrating the wooden board. If he hadn't tilted his head, the arrow would have directly pierced his head.

There were also many dents on the breastplates and helmets of many people, and some even penetrated and caused damage. You can imagine how dangerous it was under the rain of arrows just now.

However, except for some who were really unable to move, the others just pushed the shield carts and mortars forward under the cover of artillery fire.

Finally, they stepped into a distance of 100 yards, and the shield cart stood in front, which was loaded with shells and gunpowder.

However, the first pre-loaded round had been fired, and everyone was furious.

"Boom!"

Twenty mortars fired, throwing bombs indiscriminately, without much time to aim, the first wave of fire suppression was also calibration.

The bombs fell into the farm and immediately exploded. You could vaguely hear wailing and screaming, but there was no exaggerated effect like before.

Because the previous round of artillery fire scared them to shrink on the position. Unless they happened to hit the position, the fragments were blocked by brick walls and buildings and could not cause casualties.

This is why the mortars were pushed up. Although the wall was just broken down, it depends on how many positions there are behind, not to mention that they are still under the cover of buildings. It is not so easy to break through.

But the mortar is different. It is smaller and more convenient to move into the farm, and it is specially designed for the opponent's defensive position.

There is a wall in front, can't we just go around it and drop it from above?

The building is capped? Then put the bomb in through the window, door, and gap.

But it only needs such accuracy, so it is easy to load the mortar but difficult to aim.

Bonaparte looked at the position in front through the gap of the shield car and raised his hand to give a thumbs up.

"Ten o'clock in the left front, angle 65, two portions of powder, four sections of fuse."

A string of data was reported, and those people took the ammunition from the shield car. The so-called direction and angle are easy to understand. As for the number of powder, the gunpowder is divided into packages according to the specifications, and the amount of gunpowder is calculated according to the distance of the shot.

Similarly, the fuse on those bombs is divided into five sections, each section represents a certain amount of time, and the approximate landing time is calculated by cutting off the excess.

It is impossible for ordinary people to complete many calculations in an instant, so there is an integrated shooting manual. They only need to learn and memorize it to make a rough judgment.

After Bonaparte finished shouting, a round of artillery bombardment landed on the position.

Those people thought they were safe hiding behind the fortifications, and then there was a noise above their heads. As soon as they looked up, the explosion swept over. Although the whistling shrapnel hitting the human body was not as powerful as the shells, it could easily tear the clothes and penetrate the flesh. It was a nightmare for those without armor.

"Ah!"

"My hand!"

"Mom..."

Those people rushed out of the position like a pot of boiling water, but they fell down after a few steps, revealing their bloody bodies.

After falling to the ground, blood continued to flow out, and the breathing became weaker and weaker. There was no crazy ambition in the unwilling eyes, only fear...

When did those ordinary people fight such a battle? Even the veterans who had fought with other noble armies were stunned. Their experience became worthless in front of firearms.

Another round of artillery fire, even if it didn't blow them up, it was impossible to get these scared people to hold their positions.

Morale collapse is the inevitable reaction of these serfs' army to setbacks, and it is a must!

Many people directly abandoned the defense line and wanted to leave. The knights and personal soldiers wanted to stop them, wielding swords and killing them, and the farm was immediately in chaos.

This is the equipment generation difference. Maybe Barton had a similar feeling when he encountered those extraordinary monsters.

Running so far, only to have them collapse within a few rounds of shelling a hundred paces away is really...

Attack the enemy thousands of miles, defeat the enemy a hundred steps!

But the pace of Hamlet's army never stopped. When the mortar entered the predetermined position and fired the first shot, the artillery outside stopped because the infantry had already moved forward to avoid accidental damage.

After losing the crossbowmen's blocking, they were only a few hundred yards away, so they ran directly over to intervene in the battlefield.

"Surrender without killing!"

"Drop your weapons and get down!"

Most of them voluntarily surrendered amid the continuous shouting, but there were still some who were not frightened. They crowded around the priests, looking extremely excited and fanatical.

Church believers can even be said to be fanatics.

Their faith was so firm that they did not flee or surrender in this chaotic scene, but fought for the Holy Light.

"The power of the Holy Light flows through me!"

"The Holy Light is watching me!"

"Ah! That evil is worth fighting!"

Those guys bumped into the pressing Hamlet infantry and rushed over, shouting blabbering words.

"Bang bang bang!"

A row of gunshots rang out, blood spattered, and those guys fell to the ground.

Some soldiers don't understand these things. Even a rabbit knows how to avoid it when faced with a gun.

And even if you want to attack them, you should spread out and assist with long-range cover, such as crossbowmen and the like.

How can there be such a direct charge? baffling……

The farm was not big to begin with, and the influx of thousands of infantrymen was basically crushing it. Even if they wanted to use fortifications to counterattack, it would be wise to call in mortars and fire a few rounds.

At this time, facing the impact of those believers, he directly pulled the trigger. As soon as the gunfire rang out, two other teams came to support him. After several rounds of gunfire, they fell down like mowing grass.

The pain stung their nerves, making their feverish eyes clear.

There were only wailings left, and the people from the church wanted to use magic to save people, but Hamlet's soldiers didn't care about their identities at all, and included them in the bullets.

The fully armored Crusader knight who was the last guard could not withstand the intensive bullets and fell in the charge.

As for the priests, they were torn apart by the ruthless projectiles, and even turned around to give them a last hit.

Because those guys ended up using harmful magic to injure a few people, and they were used to shooting the extraordinary ones in the head.

The battle situation was one-sided, and even the people from the church could not stop it in the slightest. On the contrary, the knights did not show up.

Of course he is running away!

When they sensed that things were out of control, they immediately mounted their fast horses, and at the last moment they took their close associates and ran away. This was not because they were kind, but because they needed help from others to delay the pursuers behind them.

The range of a musket is only a hundred yards, and it is safe to escape this distance with the help of horses.

It's just that they just rushed out of the farm from the other direction, and they didn't run far when they realized that the enemy was not chasing them from behind, but from the front.

Moreover, there are hundreds of cavalry, half more than our own, and they seem to be waiting.

"Surrender, you can't escape." Leonard rode forward and shouted.

At the beginning of the battle, he led the cavalry to blockade the farm to ensure that none of the messengers could escape and cut off the news here.

They are also waiting for the last capable team of these enemies.

The knights didn't consider Leonard's words at all. Instead, they accelerated forward and cooperated with each other to form a formation. The charge of these dozens of fully armored knights was still very scary.

Leonard looked at them and couldn't help but shook his head. He asked them to surrender for the sake of those war horses. Who would care about a few reform-through-labor prisoners.

If we fight now, I don’t know how many war horses will survive. It’s a pity...

Although he thought so, he turned his horse's head back directly.

But Leonard didn't expect that for those knights, surrendering would mean nothing. It would be more uncomfortable for them to give up their noble lives and become commoners than to kill them. They had to fight no matter what.

On the farm, they run away because those fortifications restrict the enemy and also restrict them from using the knight's ability, which is to charge.

But in the open space outside, how could they just give up? Do some cavalrymen with only partial armor dare to stop them?

Watch me rush to kill...

Then they ran over and saw the cavalry taking out rifles from their horses.

"Bang bang bang!"

After one round of shooting, some of the knights who had walked a hundred yards were knocked off their horses by the whistling projectiles. Even if they were not fatal, they were knocked to the ground.

"Quick! They only have one round, we can't give them time to reload!"

But after all, they were still a minority. The formation faltered but did not disperse. The rest charged directly. The distance of a hundred yards was just a matter of breath for the horses running at full strength.

"For Hamlet!" Leonard shouted and rushed forward with his sword in hand.

The knights were frightened by what they did just now. They watched one by one fall down, fearing that the other side would pull out something.

Fortunately, what the cavalry took out was a cold weapon. The weapon was not a saber to deal with unarmored targets, but a long-handled sword that was clearly intended to knock them off their horses.

Leonard took the lead. His legendary strength was beyond the ability of those knights to deal with, let alone the long sword in his hand that cut off the armor.

Knights fell down wherever they passed, and the others were not much better. Many fell down in the two rounds just now, causing the remaining one to deal with three or four cavalrymen besieging.

What's more terrifying is that these cavalrymen can also shoot from behind. They don't approach you head-on, but avoid the lances. When they pass by, they take out their pistols and suddenly attack you. It's impossible to defend against them.

Use close shooting on them!

After the chaotic gunfire, basically one person will be hit by two or three shots. Even if the armor is strong, it will be affected like a heavy punch.

Those who don't fall down after firing the pistol will be attacked by the cavalry like hunting, swinging hammers and hitting them. Many knights were already injured by gunshots, and now they can't control themselves and fall off their horses.

Compared with the miserable situation they faced the Knights of Bastia before, only a few people were slightly injured now. You can imagine the difference in strength after the team has been trained.

Of course, there are also reasons for weapons, Hamlet's cavalry's unique "three-axe" tactics.

Rush into a distance of 100 yards and shoot to weaken the enemy first, then use a flexible formation to get close and shoot with a pistol, and finish with two pistols.

When the number of people on both sides is about the same, after three shots, the enemy basically has little resistance. In the end, it depends on the enemy's situation. If they are without armor, use a knife, and if they are wearing armor, use a hammer.

Just like now...

"Quick, catch those horses back."

As soon as the battle ended, Reynard still shouted. The first thing he did was not to treat the knights, but to save the horses, and to catch some of the panicked ones.

Some conscious knights fell to the ground and fainted when they heard this. I am a nobleman, but I am not as good as a horse?

But no one cared about them. The noble identity was useless in Hamlet, and he didn't buy it.

The infantry had solved and controlled the farm and chased out, which meant that when the knights fell, the battle ended with Hamlet's victory.

An unsurprising answer. In theory, it would be a mediocre finishing work, but in fact, Patton began to take further action almost after taking the farm.

The army only left less than a hundred people, including the wounded, and the logistics personnel to handle the affairs.

He asked some members of the artillery group to put down their artillery and pick up rifles to become infantry, and joined the large army to march towards the core town of the baron's territory.

The reason why Reynard and others blocked the news just now was to take advantage of their main force to break through the town.

After abandoning the logistics and artillery, the team's speed increased a lot, almost rushing towards the town...

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