my british empire

Chapter 356 Expansion (final)

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The impact of more than 2000 people covered more than 100 meters, and in less than ten seconds, two teams of cavalry collided.

On the English side, there are only more than 300 cavalry, while on the side of the tribal alliance, there are more than [-] cavalry, with fewer infantry and more cavalry.

The proportion of cavalry and infantry in the two armies is just the opposite.

If you look at it from the sky, a thin long snake rushed towards a larger one regardless of the danger, and hit it hard.

Behind the two sides, there are panting infantrymen, holding bows and spears, following behind step by step, neither near nor far from the cavalry, when they see the two sides fighting together, for fear of hurting innocent people, avoid the distance It's even further away.

So, an embarrassing thing happened, the infantry of the English coalition army took a long way around, preparing to teach the infantry of the tribal coalition army a lesson.

The infantry of the tribal coalition army started to run around the cavalry in the melee.

All in all, Sir John, a rookie with almost zero war experience, met the Irish who had always been arrogant and straight, so this war seemed chaotic and ridiculous.

Even though the morale was high, the numbers were too small after all, and the English coalition forces in the melee gradually fell into a disadvantage, even like a kite with a broken string, precarious in the wind and rain.

Seeing this, even the inexperienced Sir John could tell that his side was about to lose.

"Bang the drum, let the cavalry come back!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Sir John sent the messengers around him to inform the drummer and began to withdraw the troops.

Baron Kelly took the lead, wearing simple knight armor, holding a mace, swinging left and right, and shot down a cavalryman with a single movement. His body was full of blood, and surrounded by guards on the left and right, he was extremely brave.

Although he is used to using tricks, his own bravery is also good.

Gradually, he found that the resistance of the group of Englishmen on the opposite side became weaker and weaker, and there was no sign of the group of Englishmen in front of him, which made him very puzzled.

"Boss, the English are cowards, they all retreat!"

The tribal warriors on the side saw the puzzled expression on the leader's face, and immediately explained.

"What a group of cowards, everyone rush with me and kill the group of Englishmen and those traitors!"

Baron Kelly looked up and saw that those Englishmen had fled back, surrounded by infantry, and a trace of timidity could still be seen on their faces.

Immediately, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, looked at the tribal warriors who were fighting more and more bravely, wiped the blood from his face with his right hand, and shouted loudly.

Seeing that their side was about to win, the tribal coalition army's morale became more and more high. They screamed, naked, and slapped their chests, yelling tribal slang and smiling all over their faces.

On the opposite side of the English Allied Forces, Sir John was naturally aware of the low morale on his side, and no matter how much he encouraged him, it was useless.

For the current plan, we can only rely on the secret weapon we got last time - the matchlock gun.

As mentioned above, although the Vulcan gun has a relatively high penetration rate in Western Europe, on the isolated island of Ireland, most tribes have only heard of it, but have never met it.

Therefore, when he learned that the governor supported him with his matchlock gun, Sir John was surprised, but he also knew that his identity had been exposed, especially when His Majesty the King valued him very much. The Deputy King of Ireland was ready to make friends Own.

"Notify the cavalry to put the prepared sackcloth on the dismounted mount, quickly—"

Seeing the group of savages come to their senses, looking as if they were going to kill them all, Sir John could no longer care about his dignity, and shouted loudly.

"Let the musketeers who have been training for a month get ready, today is their time to perform, show some energy."

Following Sir John's order, the English soldiers moved quickly, and the musketeers were already in position.

At this time, the group of Irish savages were only seventy or eighty (six to seventy meters) away from them, and their hideous faces could already be seen.

"Launch—" cried Sir John hysterically, waving the command flag in his hand.

One hundred long and heavy muskets were straightened up by the soldiers, and the auxiliary soldiers on the side lit the fire. In an instant, the muskets made a loud noise, and then a puff of white smoke came out. Immediately afterwards, Sir John smelled a It smells like sulfur and gunpowder.

On the other hand, Baron Kelly, just as he was preparing to welcome the victory, suddenly raised a steel pipe with a core in the opposite side, which made him suspicious, and suddenly felt a little anxious in his heart. Here, danger lies ahead.

He was about to raise his hand, wanting the troops to stop, but he suddenly realized that there was no way for the fast-charging cavalry to stop quickly, so he could only suppress the anxiety in his heart and charge forward.

It's like a long river of history, mighty and mighty, and human power can't stop it for a moment.

First there was thunder, then white smoke, and then lead bullets burst out from these hollow tubes, directly hitting the group of cavalry.

Although the distance is very close, the accuracy of the matchlock gun is still shocking. Hundreds of matchlock guns hit the meat, but only a dozen grains, and the rest either flew into the sky or misfired, and the damage was very low.

However, although the damage was low, it made these Kate warriors tremble with fear. What was even more worrying was that these warriors noticed that the horses under their crotches had become restless and their speed had slowed down.

"Don't worry, just control the horse and rush to the Englishman!"

Resisting the fear in his heart, Baron Kelly said with a sigh of relief, with a calm look on his face.

However, the Kelly tribe was alright. People from other tribes were already frightened. The huge thunder made their fear limit rise, and some people left the team intermittently.

At this moment, the musket fired for the second time. This time, more than thirty people were shot.

Even more fortunately, Baron Kelly, who had always been rushing forward, was shot by his horse and was thrown off the horse, rolling over like a donkey.

At this moment, the entire tribal coalition forces scattered in all directions with a bang, and the fear in their hearts dominated them, and they fled one after another.

In a blink of an eye, the tribal coalition forces that were about to win quickly melted like a snowman meeting the sun.

On the other hand, Sir John, and the coalition forces behind him licking their wounds, were dumbfounded, as if they had seen God.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, the balance of victory turned immediately, thank God, thank God!"

Seeing this scene of turning defeat into victory, Sir John was a little unbelievable, and couldn't help murmuring.

The same goes for the other soldiers. They didn't even look at the musketeers who had made great achievements. Instead, they looked up at the sky one by one, with crosses drawn in their hands and prayers from God in their mouths.

"Everyone, rush over together, capture prisoners, and don't let go of an enemy!"

After praying, Sir John immediately reacted, looked up to the sky and laughed, and shouted to charge.

(End of this chapter)