The thunder was heavy and the rain was small, and the sound of horses' hooves and terrible whistles disappeared into the night from far and near, and then from near and far.

On the other side of the relatively quiet camp, many fire-burning clay pots and iron balls that the Ming army used to explode were thrown through the wooden fence, and almost no one was injured, except for two soldiers who were burned in the firefighting.

But it was not without effect, as the sentinel's attention was focused on the ruined side of the camp, the sound of horses' hooves was heard from that side, and when the fire was burned, there was no manpower to extinguish the fire, and twenty large tents were burned and burned, and this weather could not allow the soldiers to sleep in the open, causing great trouble for Billund.

The military tent is related to the establishment of the troops, and no one in the great enemy has the energy to care about whether the soldiers are sleeping crowded, whether they are getting enough rest and good mental state, but the officers must know where their soldiers are sleeping, and the result of the burning of the military tent is that the establishment of an independent infantry squadron of 400 people is canceled and mixed into another brigade, and the already crowded military tent is immediately so tense that it is impossible to stuff people.

This arrangement actually makes the direct captains more troublesome, because the soldiers are not the navy.

On the surface, whether the soldiers of the army are navy or not has little to do with this matter, but in fact it has a lot to do with it, the navy is all technical arms these days, and the adventurers who dare to go to sea are the best in the technical arms, some of them have skills, some are knowledgeable, and some are urban gangsters with street wisdom.

The army was far behind, and although the army consisted of a negligible class of small producers and craftsmen in response to the king's call, there were still more farmers without any intelligence.

The peasants who have just come out of the Dark Middle Ages, even if they really don't have any wisdom to speak of, they are likely to have followed the priest to burn witches in the village the day before, and today they were recruited by the lord to join the infantry corps to fight.

The infantry corps formed by these soldiers required noble officers to carry batons to measure the spacing of each person and calculate the number of people in the phalanx; Where are the spears, halberds, swords, short swords, short axes, muskets, and steel crossbowmen, and where should the veterans and recruits of all arms stand, all of them must be calculated and arranged before they can be driven to the battlefield.

In the Ming Dynasty, which was composed of the earliest human beings who popularized printing, found the most sloppy lazy general, he may tell the junior officers and soldiers, just stand almost, and the peasants and soldiers of the guard will really stand almost, it may not be so rigorous, but regardless of the three-person small formation, small flag formation, hundred household formation, thousand household formation or marching formation, let them take two steps, maybe several troops will be connected with each other to form a stacked formation and jump forward.

But here? It can't be, you make them stand up about the same, get up and come back again, maybe a third standing, a third lying, a third gone, because they've already fought with themselves.

The subjective initiative of European soldiers to fight in the army is much lower than that in Greater China, and Liu Liu, who was so hungry that he hid in the temple bell and waited for the tribute to be eaten up, hanged himself, and the Buddha blessed the rope to break, and he was desperate, and he took two guillotines into battle and cut down more than 50 in a battle.

A European peasant was blessed by miracles, preached all the way, raised donations from others and gathered armor, horses, swords, flags and retinues, liberated Orleans, and fired stone cannons at each other in the battles of Orleans and Patti, and no one dared to step forward, and broke the deadlock with a brave charge with a gun, what ended in the end? After being humiliated, they were burned at the stake, burned again and again to prevent anyone from collecting the ashes, and the ashes were dumped into the Seine.

Her name is Joan of Arc, and she is still a saint.

As for the farmer, wash and sleep, and count on fighting the war to get promoted? This is less likely than the Ming Military Department's military selection and clearing division's calculation of the first-level merit than the actual gain.

It's better to go and look for witches in the wilderness, and maybe you can be appreciated by the monks and become a housekeeper in the monastery or something.

Find a random peasant woman and say she's a witch and she's a witch.

The verification method is simple and crude, carrying a scale on her body, and putting a Bible on top that no one can understand, as long as this peasant woman is heavier than the Bible, she must be a witch; If you don't even have a scale, there is an easier way, just tie it up and throw it into the river, and if you can float, it must be a witch.

In terms of this people's wisdom, a small captain in the phalanx army is dozens of times more important than a hundred households in the Ming army's army.

Why has mathematics come a long way in this era? It has nothing to do with the ancient Roman engineers dug out of the oiled paper bag, they are all forced by the world, and they are pushed by demand to progress.

The change in the number of each squad made them have to recalculate the military formation, but Billund had no choice, Billon may not be the only French general who had a clear understanding of the strength of the Ming army, but he was definitely the most aware person, he knew that this battle would have to face opponents who were superior to the enemy army in the past in all aspects, and everything could not be sloppy, and it was impossible to be too careful.

He even suspected that the Ming army had spies in his camp, and after the second night attack, he obviously changed the main defensive focus of the troops, but the Ming army still killed them from the weak point; After the third attack, the troops were allowed to rest on the surface, but nearly half of the soldiers were still left to sit in small groups in the camp covered by wooden fences to roast the fire, and as a result, the Ming army stopped attacking and set fire from behind.

His troops had to be on guard all night against attacks, and Billon guessed that might be the Ming army's purpose — to exhaust his troops.

He had sent men across the river to inform Mathion of the news, so that the soldiers on the west bank of the Crane could retreat a little longer and starve for a day.

It was a terrible feeling, as if the all-knowing and all-powerful God was on the side of the heathen.

The combat experience is completely different on the side of the White Mountain Battalion General Kangguru.

On the hill, Kangguru, who was riding on horseback, moved back and forth with a telescope, and it was pitch black as far as the eye could see, and only when he looked down on the French camp condescendingly could he see countless bonfires illuminating the entire camp.

He and Billund were not really far away, at most four miles, for the observation point chosen by Kanguru was only three hundred paces away from the easternmost fence of the French camp, and any of his soldiers could hear the sentinels on the opposite side if they let out an exclamation.

But no one could find them, no streets, no street lamps, no city lights, no light in the wilderness except the moonlight, and the French under the torches could not see anything even ten paces from the camp gate; On the other hand, the situation was slightly better, most of the generals of the White Mountain Battalion were accustomed to the night, but they were able to see a few steps farther than each other, but the enemy camp under the torches was clear in the telescope.

He and his Jurchen generals had one thing in common, neither of them had formal training, but Billon was a good friend and gave them the opportunity to learn about war during the war.

Several of the officers of the Iron Float gathered around Kanguru, each observing the telescope for a while, pointing at the various arrangements in the camp, discussing the advantages and disadvantages of different attack tactics—if it was daytime, they would not even be able to fill their teeth under the iron hooves of the French knights, but now it is night.

They will not be able to participate in tomorrow's battle, but the night before dawn will be the time for them to show their skills.

They are going to play the enemy hard this night.