My British Empire

Chapter 569 Rogue's style of play

More than two thousand riders fought desperately, shouts, and the sound of machetes piercing flesh, could be heard endlessly, but this victory or defeat could not determine the true ownership of this war.

For example, the English cavalry lost one-third of themselves, and after a short rest, they surrounded the Spanish phalanx, wandering around, waiting for opportunities to find fighters.

The Spanish phalanx has been implemented for decades, and has formed a set of methods to deal with the cavalry. The wandering cavalry can't reap any results. If they insist on it, the three-meter-long spear will directly pierce them all over the body. and died.

Therefore, the cavalry can only be used as a favorable machine to expand the fruits of battle victory, but in this infantry battle, there is not much use for them.

However, the Spaniards noticed that the firecrackers used by the English were unusual, and could be fired multiple times in a row, which caught the Spanish cavalry by surprise.

After all, the hit rate of the hand gun is too low, and it is difficult to penetrate the cavalry wearing the breastplate, but the Spanish cavalry was confused by multiple shots.

When the cavalry passed by their own side, they wore the red and white Normandy phalanx of England and began to advance slowly. The dust began to rise gradually, and the grass was trampled down innocently. The pace of tens of thousands of people was neat and terrifying. .

Smoke and dust could not prevent the two armies from fighting. Soon, with blurred vision, the sound of the two armies' artillery was even more shocking and exploded.

Rows of forward soldiers were suddenly knocked down, turned into corpses, or had short arms and broken legs, and then the soldiers behind consciously vacated an area, detoured, and then joined the ranks again. in Apple pie order.

Both the British and Western armies were attacked by artillery, and the British army had more artillery, while the Western army had fewer artillery pieces. However, the discipline of the two armies was equally orderly and undisturbed.

This had to surprise Alexander, who was in charge of the command, inexplicably: "It really deserves to be the world's most powerful army!"

During the journey of less than ten minutes, Alexander roughly estimated that the shelling suffered by his own side was more than 100 times, and that of Spain was more than 200 times. However, the order of the Spaniards was not disturbed at all. Feeling, straight into the eyes.

At the rear of both sides, every time the artillery fires, it will cause a big hole in the opponent's formation, and accompanied by several human lives, loud noises, and dull cries of pain, continue to emerge on this land.

As the two armies continued to approach, when they reached 300 feet, the artillery on both sides raised and aimed at the rear of the enemy army. The infantry fighting in front finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The commander of the first phalanx at the forefront of the British side is Robin Benjamin, the third son of the baron. He has long golden hair and a handsome appearance. He is also well-known in the entire Normandy Army.

But at this time, in his thirties, his blue eyes revealed a trace of nervousness and excitement.

As a son of a nobleman, he certainly knows how terrible the Spanish army is, especially since he and others trained with it as a reference, so he naturally understands it more clearly.

"What an admirable army!" Robin muttered softly.

As a nobleman, adhering to perfect morality, he still needs to praise his enemies, which is also praising himself.

As the distance got closer and closer, when the shooting distance was about 100 meters, the Spaniards began to stop, and began to pick up the Mushiket heavy matchlock gun (two meters long and weigh about ten kilograms), set it on the ground with a bracket, and then Put the matchlock gun on the stand.

The soldiers first cleaned the gunpowder hole and the gunpowder pot, then poured the gunpowder, then poured the pellets from the pellet bottle on their bodies and stuffed them into the muzzle, then pulled out the gun rod from the muzzle, and finally closed their eyes and lit the gunpowder.

This series of steps is cumbersome and simple, and requires the strong psychological ability of the soldiers. On the battlefield full of artillery fire, it is completed step by step, and it is not easy to make mistakes.

The reason why the Spaniards were able to run amok is that the Mushket heavy-duty arquebus also occupies a lot of reasons.

This kind of arquebus can penetrate the heavy armored cavalry within a distance of 100 meters, and thus win the battle. The French know it best.

So, when the Spaniards set up the bracket step by step, it took a minute to prepare to shoot, but the English only needed half a minute to prepare, and the jets emitted fireworks.

"Ready, shoot—"

"Crackling—" "Papa—" The bullets swirled wantonly in the air, collided in the air, and with a slight sound, they headed in various directions, and there were very few of them heading for the set target.

The Spaniards who were preparing half of the preparations seemed to have seen a ghost at this time. Logically speaking, the time should be the same!

However, the whistling white smoke directly told them that the Englishmen on the opposite side were much faster than them.

"What's going on?" General Shane was shocked. He couldn't imagine how the English could be faster than the more skilled Spain? This must be fake.

But the facts hit the face again.

"Crackling—" When Spain started shooting, the English had already fired a second volley, and then the Spanish volley was long overdue.

A distance of 100 meters can't cause much damage, and it's just a few unlucky ones being hit by stray bullets.

General Battier, holding a binoculars, stared at the English army shrouded in white smoke seriously, not daring to relax.

Then, the pace proceeded slowly.

Crackling—crackling—

Crackling—

Crackling—crackling— 𝒇𝔯e𝚎𝘄𝑒𝑏𝙣𝑜𝚟𝗲𝑙.c𝘰𝚖

Crackling—

...

In this way, every time England shoots twice, Spain's shooting arrives, repeating and repeating, and when the distance reaches about 20 meters, the two sides can see clearly, and the losses of the two sides are very different.

"What's going on, this can't be true?" Battier rubbed his eyes with an expression of disbelief.

In this kind of rogue method where you hit me once and I hit you twice, the white smoke dissipated, and the result was resolved.

The two first small phalanxes collided face to face, and nearly one-third of their own side fell. The musketeers were almost wiped out, and the pikemen behind also suffered heavy losses. The 3,000-man army was left with more than 1,000 men.

The pikemen of more than a thousand people did not break up, but bravely raised their pikes to form a reduced version of the phalanx, like a hedgehog, in a defensive state, not easy to break through.

Behind them, blood flowed all over the distance of 100 meters, and on it lay soldiers who needed to cry. Every meter, there would be dozens of soldiers lying down, powerlessly covering their mouths, struggling in pain.

The sound of wailing did not sound, which did not affect morale. It seemed that it was worthy of being a strong European army.

As for the English on the opposite side, in the similarly small square formation, most of them were left, and only a few lay down.

The musketeers had retreated, and the pikemen were raising their spears neatly, surrounding the Spaniards with a superior force, and preparing to break through the narrow hedgehog.

"It's so rascal, it's abominable!" Battier finally saw clearly what the Englishman was doing.

They actually used a musket that did not need to be ignited. Three people formed a group, two people filled it, and one person fired it.

This kind of rogue style of play has never been seen in Battier's life. It is simply a one-sided massacre.

At a distance of 100 meters, the Spaniard can only shoot five rounds, while the Englishman on the opposite side can shoot ten rounds or even more, which naturally more than doubles the damage.

"Damn, is this why the English are so confident? Is the Spanish Army going to lose it?"

(end of this chapter)