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Chapter 1438

Nightmare, Count Robert was deeply trapped in a nightmare and could not wake up.

The cavalry, the same Ming cavalry that had destroyed the left-wing corps, reappeared in the early morning, using the same means to attack his artillery that was about to reach the front line.

The troops guarding the artillery did not know the news that the left-wing corps had collapsed. They were completely defenseless under the sudden impact of the cavalry, and they were unable to protect themselves, leaving behind the artillery, ammunition and part of the luggage and fled in all directions.

According to the nobleman in charge of the logistics, he tried his best to regroup the army after the soldiers fled, but before he led the army back, he heard the huge explosion in the field and the shells of various sizes shooting into the sky.

When they rushed over, they could only see the wooden barrels holding the wine being punctured and burst, and the fruits and vegetables were thrown into the raging fire ignited by flour, bread, salted fish, horse grass and oats. The crater, the shells exploded in all directions from there as the center.

They got together, and the barrels of various models were smashed by the flying shells, bent and inserted obliquely everywhere, like graves.

At the foot of the small hill where the eyesight is best, a group of Ming army cavalry, reserved for the imperial army, are riding on horseback, standing quietly facing them. People are wearing red cotton armor or plate armor made in England, and the imperial flag spears are half-rolled on their shoulders. On the shoulder of a rider, watching them circle slowly, staring at them.

On the hill, some cavalry were left behind, dragging and dragging the carriage equipped with artillery, and their backs gradually disappeared. After a while, seeing that they did not dare to pursue, the cavalry standing at the foot of the hill also went up, and became one with the sky and the earth. disappeared from view.

In fact, this is not the worst. It is nothing more than the fact that there is no artillery, and the enemy has no artillery. They still have an absolute advantage over the enemy in terms of strength.

What was really bad was that when the bad news arrived in the camp, hundreds of death-defying knights named Earl Robert stood with him. In order to further arouse people's fighting spirit, Robert did not make them avoid suspicion in terms of military affairs.

Information that should have been known to only a few people in the entire army suddenly became information known to hundreds of people, and spread to every corner of the entire army within half an hour after they swore to keep it secret.

The news of the absence of artillery support is more frightening than the absence of artillery support itself.

In order to appease the hearts of the people, Robert lied to the soldiers, which turned out to be self-defeating. The Scottish nobles and their companies who were supposed to attack from the early morning refused to fight. Launch a general attack.

They didn't want to attack, and the Spanish legion was even less willing to attack. The Scottish troops surrounded the phalanx at a distance of three or four hundred paces, but they didn't attack; Shooting guns, you don't shoot arrows, stare blankly for nearly an hour.

It's not that someone launched an attack an hour later, but that new information came in an hour later. The company on the right wing also encountered the main force of the enemy during the battle. Encounters in the surrounding villages and countryside.

As a result, one was disgusting than the other.

Scottish soldiers are good at turning their backs to the enemy before the battle begins, lifting their long skirts to mock; they are also good at taking off their skirts when the army is facing a certain defeat, and relying on human beings' natural fear of creatures without pants to complete the recoil.

Ke Yingming started out by throwing pots of shit to people in encounters in the physical sense. A full pot of clay pots is far more deterrent than a bird with bare buttocks. The red-haired savage from Ireland has one pot per person. It can contaminate three or four people if it hits the formation, which is extremely terrifying.

The most frightening thing is that they also absorbed the "golden juice" method in the mouth of the officer, and roasted the mud-sealed and air-permeable clay pots on the fire, and then threw them out with a linen rope.

Not only disgusting, foul smelling, but also hurtful.

Killing one thousand enemies is at least five hundred self-defeating. Who knows what happened to the Alan riders using the fire they just ate to boil the excrement, at least half of them vomited.

In the encounter over there, the highland broadsword warrior who flung off his sackcloth skirt gracefully and screamed furiously rushed forward with bare buttocks and swung a bird.

It is too easy to find death on the battlefield. Fear, hatred, anger, annoyance... all kinds of negative emotions rush into the head at the moment of encountering the enemy. It is impossible to talk about reason when the red eye goes blank, let alone fear of death.

Many people don't know what they are doing at the time, and there are very few people who can clearly realize this.

Whether it is a phalanx formation or a horizontal formation, the purpose of the battle formation is to make people feel instinctively driven to lean against their comrades when they lose their minds, so that they will know where their backbone is because of the induction between heaven and man.

A group of Scottish Highland soldiers suddenly tore off their skirts and charged, which was equivalent to two people quarreling and suddenly one of them drew a gun, and immediately brought back their irrationality to reason.

And here, the Alan cavalry raised a hot earthen jar and threw it out, not to mention hitting him, even if it hit the ground in front of him, the smell, luster, and shape could immediately bring the most confused person back to sobriety.

It is equivalent to when the brain is most needed to direct the operation when life is at stake, and the head suddenly gets stuck.

In the blink of an eye, it was a disaster.

Just by collecting information about the defeat of the right-wing legion, Earl Robert has already determined in his heart that the troops that swallowed his legion must be the troops commanded by Ying Ming himself.

The crock pot was disgusting enough to leave an indelible memory of the Scottish rout, but Robert knew that was not the reason for the defeat. Even if he let his subordinates pull and fight with their buttocks sticking out, the battle would not be won.

All the right-wing troops were wiped out in a small group of troops in one day and night. Obviously, they encountered an opponent who commanded a small group of troops very well. As far as Robert knew, there was only one such opponent in England.

At this time, Yang Ce, who was fighting against him in the Chinese army, was completely different. Although he didn't know Yang Ce's name, Yang Ce led an army to contain most of his southward forces, which was obviously not something Ying Ming would do.

Ying Ming would only nibble, nibble, and keep nibbling in encounters, exchanging intelligence superiority for space superiority, scaring people away from the castle, giving up a large area of ​​wilderness, and fighting until the end without even fighting a serious decisive battle However, the troops under his command are useless.

He is too familiar with this style of play. He was defeated by this style of play in Plymouth and Winchester.

He thought that by this time, the defeat of the armies on the left and right wings meant that this nightmare was over, but in fact, this nightmare had just begun.

Because after the artillery was destroyed, his logistics supply line was cut off immediately. Yang Ce of the Chinese army was still stubborn after discovering that he had no artillery. The soldiers under his command who were scattered in various important places were defeated one after another.

Finally, there was internal strife among them. The three knights who swore to him killed the commander who wanted to lead the army to leave, but they were unable to maintain the morale of the army, which led to chaos in the battle and internal fighting, driving more troops to restrain each other, triggering a massacre. rout.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

(End of this chapter)