Yang Zhaolong, the magistrate of Makino, never thought that the war of Makino would come so early, and he, the magistrate, was very derelict in his duties, and went to the battlefield before the people were indoctrinated.

This indoctrination taught them the preciousness of human life, and they still carried with them the Iroquois and Huron concept of war, that they were born to participate in war, that they would end up dying, and that even if they died, they would continue to live in their adopted captives.

I don't know which genius came up with this idea, the enemy was captured, and after a sacrifice, the priest said that he had been possessed by the soul of a warrior who had died in battle, and the captive himself knew it, but what could he say?

Say that you are not possessed, and then declare the sacrifice a failure in the regret of the priest, and hack to death with a stone axe?

Or do you pretend that the sacrifice is successful and continue to live?

Anyway, no matter how the captives are chosen, in the end, only those who succeed in the sacrifice survive, and those who fail in the sacrifice die.

It's like a scammer who promises to give birth to a boy and return the money if he doesn't give birth to a boy.

Over time, the tribal warriors had no fear of dying in battle.

Not to mention that they had no armor, not even weapons, and they dared to fight with the muskets of the French with stone bows, not to mention that now they had refined ring knives and medicine crossbows.

The reason for the victory of barbarism has never been barbarism, but it is precisely the result of barbarism itself moving closer to civilization, learning from it to its advantage, and not yet being influenced by the vices that have accumulated to which it cannot return.

Yang Zhaolong's battalion armor system broke up the establishment of the Makino aboriginal tribes, effectively integrated them, and established a North Asian army directly led by Beiyang officers, trained by Yang Miao instructors in Banzhou, and armed with iron weapons of the Celestial Empire.

In Old John's vision, the Ming army's offensive formation was very neat, so neat that it didn't look like a surprise attack at all, but went out of the city in a form of battle that he had never seen and only heard of, and five unique military formations pressed towards the besieging camp like a mountain of mountains.

No one ever knew that there were so many soldiers in the Ming army in the city.

The Makino armor in the uniform of the three battalions of Miao soldiers was at the forefront, and there were more than 30 foot knights wearing plate armor and no burqas on the left and right of each battalion, all of them carrying shields with various coats of arms, and blunt weapons such as meteor hammers and gourds on their shoulders, and the overall pressure on the military formation was extremely stressful.

Behind them were also lightly armed infantry, but they were generally dressed in leather, cotton, and chain mail, with mallets with three pipes, and a small number of men in the ranks were barefoot, looking like sailors, and they drove the wagons that pulled the Fran cannons, which were originally the mounts of the Iran cavalry infantry, and were now all requisitioned.

Finally, ten squads of Ming cavalry lined up in a majestic horizontal formation, and the cavalry that Old John was sure to give him money was among those people, they had silver shining armor, red armor skirts inlaid with iron nails, and the eye-catching red tassel helmet, which people could remember at a glance, and they could never be wrong.

The enemy army was pressing towards the besieging camp, and there were many nobles who were supposed to command the troops in the front line to bargain with the earl in the camp tents, and several nobles left the camp with small forces and retreated north before the battle.

In fact, the battle had already begun, and a respected nobleman in the camp was a good friend of Sir Miller, who believed that Sir Miller had died in the tunnel, and vowed to save the body of his best friend from the Ming people and not be defiled by the infidels, so he led his army of more than 200 people all the way from the front to the tunnel entrance of the camp, and commanded the troops to attack the Ming army lurking in the tunnel.

The more chaotic the entire besieging camp is, the more pressure the orderly march of the Ming army will bring to the troops in front.

To make matters worse, the Ming army's infantry warriors with heraldic shields in front of the formation created an illusion for the nobles in front of the besieging troops, and almost every nobleman had a well-versed heraldic attendant around them, who thought that a nobleman was involved in the rebellion, and sent riders carrying flags with the same coat of arms to try to negotiate.

As a result, there was no surprise, the armor army of the left flank Muye camp had already opened the big crossbow, and the dismounted infantry of the Alan Kingdom with heraldic shields looked at the cavalry in the enemy formation that was painted like their own shield paintings, and there was no wave in their hearts.

In front of the battle, the battalion commander who was well protected by the dismounted infantry held the flag in one hand, and pulled out the handguard knife and bronze cast Ming Oriental four-character saber, and suddenly a hundred arrows were fired together, the flagpole fell to the ground, and there was no chance to scream, and the people and horses were nailed through by the crossbow arrows.

The three battalion commanders are all Oriental veterans who participated in the Second War of the Ming and Western Dynasties, and the generals of the Chinese Army's Muye Camp and the Right Wing Muye Battalion were only flag soldiers before that war.

The left wing general is because of the excellent results in Beiyang, when he crossed to the east is a small flag, the entire Ming and Western War II did not get meritorious service, and later went to Makino, because fate will let him seize the opportunity to fight, this battle he said to make some meritorious service, so that he is worthy of the name, so he is the most anxious, eager to grab the suona by himself to blow, so that the pace of the troops is a little faster than the other two battalions.

Most of the officers from the flag army of the Oriental military have this problem, although they don't know why, but they just feel that the enemy is all chickens and dogs, and they will be broken with a hammer.

Even this time, without the standard Zhenshuo cannon of the Oriental Army, they still felt that it would be very easy to win, so their morale was like a rainbow.

Speaking of the paradoxical situation, the besieging army that was originally preparing to attack the city should theoretically feel relaxed and cheerful when they saw the Ming army leaving the camp - the siege of the city can have much greater casualties than the field battle, but at this moment, instead of being relaxed, they were worried about the chaotic and dysfunctional chain of command due to the change of situation.

By the time Earl Charles led the crowd out of the tent, the few small nobles who had left the battlefield had already left, and the Ming army front had also completed its transformation on the march, and briefly stopped at 200 paces away from the camp, and twelve artillery wagons were erected with two wings and manes, and shells were used to bombard the two catapults placed outside the trenches of the camp.

The remaining artillery carriages continued to advance slowly with the 4th Battalion, and dispersed and merged into the 3rd Battalion of Makino as they went.

In the process, the English besiegers counterattacked with only one whirling cannon, but the catapults, suppressed by the intermittent fire of the artillery, threw two boulders into the open space between the two armies—they were short of gunpowder.

Even so, the range of the English artillery was refreshing to the leading Yingming.

In these years, with the same standard of artillery, the range of others is shorter than that of the Ming Dynasty, and the same is true of the Dublin troops in the country of Ailan, but here, he found that the artillery of the besieging army is similar to the artillery of the Ming army in terms of trajectory and range.

It's quite surprising, but this new discovery has no impact on the battle situation, the enemy only has one cannon to use, and the gunner does not understand the lethality of ricochets to the military formation, and it is not easy to grasp the landing point when firing the cannon at this distance, and the threat to the troops is limited.

Soon his troops were a hundred paces away, the enemy's longbows and crossbows were firing, and his horse-drawn artillery carriages finally followed his troops to the front line, exposing all the horse's butts to the enemy.

This distance is the world of scattered bullets.