On the 9th day of the first month of the eighth year of Wanli, on the right bank of the Bordeaux region of the Franguienne department, gunfire broke out in the early morning mist on the banks of the Dordogne River.

The scout cavalry of the White Mountain Battalion did not expect Marshal Billund to come so quickly, and the French royal army did not expect that the scouts of the Ming army would go so far.

The battle took place a hundred and twenty miles from Bordeaux, and when the scout cavalry met the scout cavalry, a war began with gunfire.

Three days later, on the evening of the twelfth, on the north bank of the Dordogne, forty-five miles west of the Scout's encounter, a large contingent of French royal soldiers and horses lined up, and they tied their blue flags to the river.

It was closer to Bordeaux than it was to the site where the scouts were fighting, but it was clear that the commander had no intention of crossing the river via a stone bridge.

Because their scouts had known for a long time, in the woods on the other side of the river, hidden, that was basically not hidden, and a group of black slave soldiers who should have only appeared in the New World but did not know where to appear were waiting there.

They don't need to hide, and it's really not easy to spot in the twilight.

Two hours earlier, a dozen or so knights had been the first to arrive and had crossed the stone bridge with their banners on their toes, and were immediately beaten by rows of cold guns in the forest.

And there is also an objective reason that restricts the march, at this time in Europe, except for Italy, there are no roads and bridges built specifically for military passage, these things are civilian, so most of the time during the war the army needs to build pontoon bridges and roads, and after the army passes, everything is restored to the same...... Because the wood of the pontoon bridge was taken away.

Especially at this time, France, which had been at war for many years, simply did not have the funds to do this, and the road for military use would not appear until a hundred years later, when Louis XIV came.

Wang Jun was greeted by Yang Ce and his pirate troops.

Yang Ce, who rushed from the rear to hear the news, saw a girly army from the telescope.

Two large phalanxes of infantry, the soldiers with poor clothes and bitter faces, looked like they had nothing but scars.

Some people don't even have a scar.

Grey jackets and shirts, red or green thin-legged trousers and pointed-toe shoes, about a third of the soldiers in each phalanx carried arquebuses, and a third of the infantry had a piece of inferior breastplate on their chests.

The first few companies, all of whom looked veterans, looked much more neat and uniformly dressed, and finally had decent cuirass or plate armor and not-so-sissy boots.

Yang Ce held the binoculars and gave them a definition of 'elite', and Chen Jiujing told him that in Europa, if some soldiers can wear uniforms of uniform colors, they are elite, at least it means that they are rich.

This was especially true in France, where the civil war lasted intermittently for more than two decades, and this was probably their poorest time.

The others on the other side of the river could not let Yang Ce look at it with a playful eye, and the hundreds of tin men on tall horses in the military formation walked around the military formation, and the armor on their bodies shone brightly at dusk, and most of the cavalry had the same clothing and plate armor.

He was convinced that what he saw was only a part of the enemy cavalry.

At the front of the battle formation, it seemed that more than a hundred artillery pieces were pushed in a line by artillery carts, and the visual effect was extremely shocking.

Yang Ce was not sure whether some of them belonged to artillery in the conventional sense, because he had never seen a flat gun carriage that seemed to have a dozen guns welded together; In addition to those strange-looking things, the most common thing he was familiar with was the Fran cannon, which was not of large caliber, but it must be very suitable for field combat when used on a large scale.

In a place that was difficult to find behind the military formation, there were still several huge stone shooting cannons that Yang Ce could not determine the number, estimated to be around ten.

Then there was a barrage of farmers and baggage camps, and it looked like they were going to sleep at least one night on the other side of the river.

"It's not easy to mess with."

Yang Ce shook his head, leaned on the trunk of the tree and beckoned to the officers of the Nanyang descent beside him, and ordered: "Pass my order, let the two thousand households in the west and east withdraw to Pau with their troops, this should be the main force of the French army, and we are also ready to retreat." ”

"Don't you fight? What do we do if they try to pursue, they have too many cavalry. ”

"You only see their cavalry?" Yang Ce pouted and said, "I saw that those cannons can flatten this forest across the riverbank...... I wanted to come over and pick up a bargain, but don't lose your life without picking it up, let's go. ”

"Don't worry!"

Yang Ce dragged a long voice and smiled at his subordinates: "Look at your soldiers, can you see them?" The enemy is the same, they dare not fight us at night, we will leave when it gets dark, tell every little banner, watch my soldiers, no one will be left behind. ”

The first confrontation between the two armies ended with the killing and wounding of twelve enemies by Yang Ce's African Army hidden in the woods, and that night they lined up, each of them followed the footsteps of the soldiers in front of them, and walked step by step along the path to the southwest, and walked twenty miles before raising their torches.

If the first battle had ended with the torches being lit, it would have been the loss of seven men by the French and sixty-eight by Yang Ce, and by the hour after that, twelve small banners had reported that their ranks had one or two more.

Finally, when Yang Ce rushed to the outskirts of Bordeaux on the right bank to sleep the next night, he had fifty-four soldiers under his command who did not know where they had gone.

Seven hours after his retreat, a knight on the riverside bridge arrived on the south bank with a large banner and a letter, but was in vain, in fact, Marshal Billon was still on the way to the march.

Last winter, Wang's army sent a dozen recruiting teams composed of captains, sergeants, and drummers belatedly, and many horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts broke down on the roads due to complicated roads and long-distance marches.

The recruiter was late with his soldiers who had just learned how to carry spears, the soldiers who had been assembled by the previous recruiter had already run away, the cattle transporting grain had been killed by deserters for meat, several heavy artillery trucks were broken down on the road, and the smoking fool had set the powder keg on fire and killed everyone around him, but he was fine.

All this made Marshal Billon and his staff dizzy.

On the other side of the battlefield, in Bordeaux, General Chen, who had successfully entered the city, had just gotten into a warm little quilt, and after listening to Yang Ce's report, he broke out in a cold sweat, and ruthlessly asked the soldiers to unload 76 light and heavy artillery pieces from the warship overnight, and sent 400 rockets to each of the 100 households in the Baishan battalion.

In the two days after that sleepless night, the White Mountain Battalion, the Siyong Battalion, the Toledo Legion, and the Restoration Army, in their own way, dug trenches on the left bank of Bordeaux, and drove Yang Ce's fleet down the mouth of the sea into the Gironde River, and drove into its tributaries, the Dordogne, and the Guinon River, which divided the city of Bordeaux in two.

Just as Chen Jiujing taught Queen Margaret what he said, the soldiers are in danger.

No one is going to joke with their lives.

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