No one knows how the Swiss Legion was defeated.

The continuous sound of explosions came from the front line of the battle, and the Ming army who were waiting for the battle did not see a single figure come out of the smoke of gunpowder.

On the contrary, it was the shield front belonging to the Workers' Banner Army that took the lead in the smoke of gunfire.

Their shields were crookedly inserted with prefabricated fragments, and even a few of the first row of bird's hand cotton armor were torn open to reveal the compacted and tough layer of iron-inlaid cotton inside, and the corpses strewn across the ground with heavy winter soap boots were strewn across the field, and the purgatory-like tragedy shocked the soul of every Ming soldier.

This is always something that regular training cannot bring to them.

The Swiss infantry who charged at them just now?

There were less than a hundred people who could run backwards with their legs, the soft-sounded trombone had long since been extinguished, the largest battle flag was still erected on the battlefield, and the flag officer of the legion maintained his mission until his death, holding the battle flag tightly and standing there, but the shrapnel that slashed his throat made him angry for a long time.

Compared with the soldiers who fell to the ground and wailed, it was a great luck in misfortune to be reincarnated cleanly, but fortunately, the banner army that came forward did not make them wait too long.

The huge movement on this side attracted everyone's attention, and on the other side, the French army was reorganized and ready to come forward, and a large-scale rout broke out at the first time...... The nobles were able to reorganize their soldiers after the collapse and they were already using their military skills at a higher level, and they could not carry out a second reorganization.

The nobles have all fled, and who else can gather the hearts of the phalanx soldiers again?

Most of the people didn't even know what was going on there, and the last image they saw was that the Swiss legion was finally standing in front of the Ming army after being hit by the 'Chinese guns' many times, and they charged, but no one could hear the roar of the Swiss, because the roar was drowned out by the rapid sound of muskets.

And then? No one knows what the hell was in the muskets of the Ming army.

The Swiss Legion exploded.

This is how Marting reported to Paris, saying that the Swiss Legion had exploded.

Marshal Matthion, who led the elite knights across the battlefield in an attempt to capture the 'Ming artillery', saw only messy footprints and tents that had not had time to clean up after a short camp, and by the way, there were a few small Spanish donkeys that had not been driven away, wearing red cotton jackets as if mocking him.

When he came back to his senses and knew that he had pounced, he immediately ordered the knights to attack the back of the Ming army...... The image that struck him the most was the thin horizontal formation of the Ming army on the left flank, firing in unison, and the muskets tore apart the Swiss legions with explosive bullets, which forced the knights to nail their hooves to the ground.

When the smoke cleared on the front, a large group of Swiss legionnaires disappeared.

It can't be said that they disappeared, it's just that no one can stand up anymore, the light infantry without armor in the back died miserably, they ate rockets and fell in the attack, and the hoplites in front were not much better, even though they all had cuirasses and even half-body armor, but it seemed that these things did not work at all.

Now that the hoplites were dragging their broken legs on the ground and leaning on their arms in the direction they had come, Marshal Matthion finally knew the reason why the Ming army had added a short sword to the muzzle of the musket.

The phalanx of fleeing French conscripts could not outrun their hooves on their legs, and the Jurchen hoplites, who had been waiting for a long time, waved flail and gourds through them, knocking over one enemy after another.

Especially those knights on foot, dressed in armor and holding shields, they can run much slower than others, without the support of spearmen, they cannot fight against armored cavalry with one-handed swords or other short weapons, even if these Jurchen warriors are not skilled in riding, and they can still swing their long-handled flail in the air, but they have a second or third chance to swing their weapons.

As long as the foot knights are hit, what awaits him is a second or third chance to be hit by a huge weapon.

Most of their pistols were emptied at the beginning of the rout, and leaving their shields and weapons behind would make them run faster, but they might not survive longer than the stubborn resistance, at least until the arrival of the Wang Youscale Banner Army, and the Jurchen cavalry, lacking muskets and shock weapons, would indeed be difficult to kill them.

Teamwork is required.

When Wang Youlu arrived at the battlefield, the invincible French knights could be seen everywhere fighting against Kangguru's Iron Float, some people threw them with lasso, some people flipped off their horses and brandished weapons in melee combat, and even some people dropped their weapons when they were outnumbered, some pressed their legs and some dragged their arms, and finally lifted their masks and handed them an axe.

A knight in France, who had hundreds of serfs in the whole village and the kingdom paid the knights of the standing army, and who had been proficient in martial arts and weapons for thirty years, went to the battlefield, and was finally taken away by a few illiterate fishermen and hunters who grew up in the old forests of the white mountains and black waters in this land that no one could even name.

is much more aggrieved than dying under the mouth of the Beiyang Banner Army.

Martin's retreat was an unexpected surprise for himself, but it was expected for Yuan Zizhang, who led his knights to run towards the hill from the beginning, although Yuan Zizhang was a little puzzled, but he thought that the enemy commander might be planning to leave his soldiers and flee.

Later, Mathion really ran away, and took two hundred knights to the southern Jurchen armor to chase but could not catch up, and a day later received a report from the bridgehead, a small number of defenders defended a attack by Matthion with the help of fortifications, killing seven knights, wounding nothing, and at night the knights led the horses across the river to the other side.

The French legions on the east bank also began to retreat on a large scale, and on the fourth day after the battle, Ding Hai, the owner of Dingjiazhuang, asked the riders who sent a message to the front line to inform Yuan Zizhang, who had returned to the bridgehead to rest and replenish, that the city of Rochefort requested an unconditional surrender to the Ming army.

Of course, there was also a request under the unconditional surrender, in view of the severe famine and disease in the city of Rochefort, it was requested that the Ming army distribute 3,000 stone of rice and grain to the residents of the city after the surrender and send a doctor to treat the sick and save people.

Yuan Zizhang refused without thinking about it, and sent someone to tell Ding Hai and asked him to inform Chen Jiujing of Baishan City of the news, and he only cared about the war, regardless of the governance of the place.

It's not that he can't understand that agreeing to this matter has the effect of buying horse bones, but he really has more than enough strength to do it, three thousand stone of rice grain, almost catching up with the January rations of the flag army under his mark, and his headquarters consumes grain and grass until last month and has to be supported by Baishan City, if it is not for this battle, the food will not be enough to eat.

Now, I have just robbed the French army twice and obtained hundreds of carts of military rations and armaments, but it is not yet time to burn the bags.

The key is that they can't take care of it, this battle is the first time that the Ming army has experienced the power of throwing grenades against the battle line, so that Xu Jin and other hundred households retreated from the battlefield to the bridgehead and couldn't sleep at night, repeatedly thinking about whether they threw too many grenades in the short battle.

The impact of the continuous explosion of 300 grenades on the battle line caused the front row of sappers to have their heads covered for several days after the battle, and the corpses of the wounded enemy soldiers were blown to the ground and deeply destroyed.

They need a more standardized use of grenades.