The cavalry stopped in the woods, in the dense forest near the noble fiefdom on the outskirts of Tyrone County in Northern Ireland, Ying Ming, the chief cavalry officer of the vanguard army of the Ming Oriental Military Government, encountered the most difficult obstacle to winning the battle - how to dissuade his subordinates from charging after the battle.

"It's too difficult, they plan to drink medicine and wine before the battle, and then rush forward, each saying that they are the bravest warriors, probably not wanting to be looked down upon by us."

Gan Hai, the preacher of the preacher, climbed down from the tree and spread his hands with a helpless expression as he pocketed the iron-shelled telescope: "There seems to be a gathering in the tribe, people are drinking and dancing in the open space, Rusen said that this is their method of mobilizing soldiers, and they may be ready to make enemies of the prince." ”

Rusen is the leader of the Scottish mercenaries who was transferred by Han Jinhuan to Ying Ming, and he is no different from the Irish, but his body is stronger, and he is red-haired and green-eyed like a ghost.

The shape of the ghost here is a two-way street, and for the Irish, the black-haired, black-eyed, iron-clad straddle horse, wielding a long sword, the Ming cavalry may also be another kind of ghost.

Rusen's name comes from transliteration, because it is a black rose, and it is a small black rose.

The English governed Ireland the same way the Spanish ruled the colonies, and the policy was so strict that even the bards could not sing about Ireland, so they came up with a way to refer to Ireland as the little black rose.

This is where the name Rusen comes from, saying that he was a Celtic herdsman, had served as a soldier in Scotland across the Channel, and later as a mercenary in Spain, and eventually returned to his homeland with his longaxe and friends, and with his experience in the battlefield, he learned that he could get money for wine under any of the nobles of Ireland.

But Ganhai says he's supposed to be a coward...... Compared to Europe, where professional legions, phalanx warfare, and firearms and artillery were increasingly prevalent, the primitive form of Irish warfare helped to keep these ancient warriors alive longer.

From this point of view, Ying Ming felt that all the mercenaries on this big island in Gan Hai's eyes were cowards.

"They're brave, they're not scared to pee their pants in the face of ten times the enemy, you look at the javelinmen."

Ying Ming felt that in addition to the different appearance and material of weapons and armor, Ireland's military system was very similar to the Spring and Autumn Period, which was nothing more than the change of the texture of the armor from copper to iron, and the dignified array into a gang fight.

The same is the aristocracy, the countrymen, and the savages, which are three distinct classes, and the nobles are generally more morale than their subordinates because of their better armor before going into battle.

"Forget it, they can fight as much as they want, we will find an opportunity, and the various departments will go on the horse."

Following Ying Ming's order, several bird calls soon came out of the forest, which made the preacher frown, and secretly muttered to himself that he didn't know if there was such a bird in the Ailan Kingdom.

Then, five crooked squads came out of the woods, each consisting of four chainmailed Scottish hoplites, their morale high; Eight squires armed with swords and axes, armed with a small amount of chain mail and helmets, were eager to try; and twelve light infantrymen dressed in cloth and carrying pikes, who ...... Ying Ming, who rode out of the forest in the distance, really couldn't think of any good words.

Finally, he said in his heart: They regard death as home.

On the whole, this group of 100 skirmishers was not bad after being restrained by the preacher for a short time, and the heavy infantry lined up with all kinds of flags on their backs and tried their best to do their best, and their respective squires and javelinmen followed closely behind them with cloth bands of the same color on their arms and foreheads.

The formation was no longer as messy as it had been at the beginning, but Gan Hai was still not satisfied, and shook his head: "They need more training. ”

"Enough, enough."

While speaking, Ying Ming's cavalry had already walked out of the forest, with five small banners, deputy banners, and three propaganda officers riding in front, and the remaining nine horsemen stationed in three rows of horses, and were guarded behind the native soldiers.

Riders on horseback are reloading their guns, handguns, and new bazookas.

Compared with Zhao Shizhen's improved tail end spiral launched Shenwei Trap Arrow, the bazooka has little novelty, and even reduces the charge and range for cavalry portability, only making the quiver a portable container that can be used multiple times, and changing the firing mechanism to flint.

It's basically like a large tube, except that the tube is stuffed with a rocket, and after the cavalry rocket is plugged into the tail end, the primer can be poured into the tail end, and the small flag arrow containing a hundred small balls can be thrown on the back of a bumpy horse to the striking surface 200 steps away, and finally explode on the ground or in the sky.

In the "Cavalry Ordnance Guide" published by the Oriental Military Office, this weapon is summarized as "Zhao Shizhen's precision", which means that each small flag is equipped with two rocket launchers in wartime, and each cavalry carries two rockets on horseback, and when the unit of 100 households is projected into the enemy's range at a time, it can achieve accurate damage of killing within a radius of 20 steps and killing at 50 steps in the outer ring.

This is also the first time that the cavalry bazooka has actually been put into actual combat.

In the face of a small number of invading enemies, the warriors of the tribe gathered for a short time to panic, the warriors of the Viking helmets used as wine jugs, the bald monks rang the small bell, the rope pulled the bell and rang continuously, and then the whole wooden village was in chaos.

The tribes had long been fighting each other, giving them a great deal of defensive experience, and the women had poured wine and done something shameless on the orders of their lord, and the next they had run into the house with great skill, not forgetting to throw their shields and hatchets outside.

Warriors scrambled around for weapons, bows and arrows that were only used for hunting would never be picked up even if they were mistakenly placed on weapon racks, and the people preferred the huge, heavy tomahawks and two-handed swords.

Irish ladies don't use bows and arrows, and real men have to use tomahawks to share life and death with invaders.

A group of fierce men wearing padlock mail and carved Viking-style helmets to protect their muzzles and noses assembled at great speed, and assembled outside the wooden village under a chaotic banner, seemingly not intending to defend the wooden wall.

Think about it, they don't use bows and arrows, pike darts and stone throws are their usual long-range weapons, anyway, they have to fight, what is the difference between inside the camp and outside the camp?

The Scottish commander who led the infantry, Rusen, in accordance with Ying Ming's order, forbade his subordinates to stand and pray, and in the face of the enemy troops pouring into the wooden village like a tide, he loudly announced that the domain had betrayed the orders of the lord to surrender to Earl of Tyrone, Sean.

This act of devotion apparently did not yield the response it deserved, and the light cavalry with short spears loitered outside the wooden village, and thousands of infantry gathered in a group, and after leaving the camp, they approached them in a semi-encircled appearance.

Compared to the enemy, the force of only 170 men was obviously too small.

Rusen's subordinates uneasily tapped their ground shields, and the leader swallowed his saliva and turned his head to look at the Ming officer who was still sitting on horseback with a relaxed expression with green eyes, and shouted to his subordinates with the blessing of the gods of faith: "Scatter them, kill them!" ”

Amid the roar of the sky, Rusen heard the heavy stomping of armored cavalry behind him, and the sound of gunpowder burning that had only been heard on the battlefield in the Netherlands.

In the afterglow of the Covered Helmet, he saw something flying from the sky and flying over the front line with a flaming light, landing in the midst of the enemy army, like the omnipotent power of the gods, bursting with a white light.