open sea

Chapter 1029 Meeting

On the [-]th day of the first month of the eighth year of Wanli, on the right bank of the Bordeaux region in the province of Franguiena, gunfire erupted in the early morning mist on the banks of the Dordogne River.

The scout cavalry of the Baishan Battalion did not expect Marshal Billon to come so fast, and the French Royal Army did not expect the scouts of the Ming Army to go so far.

The place where the battle took place was 120 miles away from Bordeaux. When the scout cavalry met the scout cavalry, they opened the prelude to a war with gunfire.

Three days later, on the evening of the twelfth, on the north bank of the Dordogne River 45 miles west of the scout encounter position, there was a scene of a large group of French royal soldiers and horses lining up, and they tied the blue flag on the riverside.

This place is closer to Bordeaux than the place where the scouts fought, but obviously the commander has no intention of crossing the river through the stone bridge.

Because their scouts had known for a long time that in the woods on the other side of the river, if they were hiding, there was basically no hiding. There were groups of black slave soldiers who should only appear in the New World but came out of nowhere.

They don't need to hide, and it's really not easy to find them at dusk.

Two hours ago, a dozen or so knights who arrived first passed the stone bridge proudly carrying banners, and were immediately beaten up by rows of cold guns in the forest.

And there is another objective reason that restricts the march. At this time, in Europe, except for Italy, there are no roads and bridges specially built for military passage. These things are for civilian use. Therefore, the army needs to build pontoon bridges in most periods of combat. With the road, and after the passage of the army, everything was restored ... because the wood of the pontoon was taken away.

Especially at this time, France, which has been in war for many years, has no funds to do this at all. The real way to use it in the military will have to wait until Louis XIV 100 years later.

It was Yang Ce and his pirate troops who greeted Wang Jun.

Yang Ce, who came from the rear after hearing the news, saw a sissy army through the binoculars.

Two large square formations of infantry, the soldiers have poor clothes and miserable faces, and they look like they have nothing but scars.

Some don't even have scars.

Gray jackets and shirts, red or green slim-leg pants and pointed shoes, about one-third of the soldiers in each phalanx carried matchlock guns, and one-third of the infantrymen had their guns hanging on their chests. A poor quality breastplate.

The first few companies looked like veterans, and their clothes looked much stiffer and more uniform, and they finally had decent breastplates or plate armor and not-so-girly boots.

Holding the binoculars, Yang Ce defined them as "elite". Chen Jiujing told him that in Europa, if some soldiers can wear uniforms of uniform colors, they are considered elite, at least it means rich.

This is especially true of France, whose civil war has lasted intermittently for more than 20 years, and this may be their poorest time.

The other people on the other side of the river couldn't let Yang Ce look at it with a joking eye. Hundreds of iron men on tall horses were walking around in the army formation, and the armor on them was shining brightly at dusk. Cavalry had the same dress and plate armor.

He was sure that what he saw was only part of the enemy cavalry.

And at the front of the battle line, more than a hundred cannons were lined up by the cannon carts to show their strength, the visual effect was extremely shocking.

Yang Ce couldn't confirm whether some of them belonged to artillery in the conventional sense, because he had never seen a flat gun carriage that seemed to have more than a dozen gun barrels welded together; except for those weird things, most of them were the Buddha guns he was familiar with. The caliber of the Lang machine gun is not large, but it must be very suitable for field combat when used on a large scale.

Behind the army formation, which is difficult to find, there are several huge stone-shooting cannons that Yang Ce can't determine, probably around ten.

After that came the endless stream of farmers and trains camping, looking as if they intended to sleep at least one night on the other side of the river.

"It's not easy to mess with."

Yang Ce shook his head, leaned on the tree trunk to greet the officers of the Nanyang countries around him, and ordered: "Pass my order, let the two thousand households on the west and east bring their troops to Pau, this should be the main force of the French army. , we are also preparing to retreat."

"Don't fight? What if they try to pursue, they have too many cavalry."

"You only saw their cavalry?" Yang Ce curled his lips and said, "Did you see those cannons that can blow up this forest across the river bank... I wanted to come here to pick up a bargain. You've lost your life, let's go."

"rest assured!"

Yang Ce smiled at his subordinates with a long voice: "Look at your soldiers, can you see them? The enemy is the same, they dare not fight with us at night, we will leave when it gets dark, tell every small flag, be careful My soldiers, don't fall behind."

The first confrontation between the two armies ended with Yang Ce's African army hiding in the forest killing and wounding twelve enemies. That night they lined up and each of them followed the footsteps of the soldiers in front along the small path to the southwest. Go, walk twenty miles before raising the torch.

If the first battle ended when the torches were lit, then the French should have lost seven men and Yang Ce had lost 68 men. An hour after that, twelve small flags reported that their team had one or two more men.

Finally, when Yang Ce rushed to sleep on the outskirts of the right bank of Bordeaux at night the next day, 54 soldiers under him did not know where they went.

Seven hours after he retreated, a knight on the riverside bridge carrying a banner and a letter arrived at the south bank, but he was in vain. In fact, at this time Marshal Billund was still on his march.

Wang Jun sent more than a dozen recruiting teams composed of captains, sergeants, and drummers last winter. The complicated roads and long-distance marches caused many horse-drawn carts and ox carts to break down on the road. Soldiers conscripted and deceived flooded the rear as a supplementary force, and they caused endless trouble with the supply troops.

The recruiter and his soldiers who had just learned how to hold spears arrived late. Most of the soldiers assembled by the previous recruiter had already run away. The cattle transporting grain were killed by deserters and eaten. Several heavy artillery vehicles were damaged on the road. , the smoking idiot ignited the gunpowder keg and killed everyone around him, but he was fine.

Everything made Marshal Billund and his staff dizzy.

On the other side of the battlefield in Bordeaux, General Chen, who had successfully entered the city, just got into the warm bed. He was sweating coldly after hearing Yang Ce's report. Four hundred rockets were sent to every hundred households in the Baishan Camp.

In the two days after that sleepless night, the Baishan Battalion, the Xiyong Battalion, the Toledo Army, and the Zionist Army dug trenches on the left bank of Bordeaux according to their own methods, and sent Yang Ce's fleet along the way. The Dordogne River, which enters the Gironde River and enters its tributaries, and the Ginon River, which divides the city of Bordeaux in two.

Just like the words Chen Jiujing taught Queen Margaret, the soldiers are fierce and the battle is dangerous.

No one would take their own life as a joke.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)