Sometimes the brave may not be able to win.

It wasn't a good decision to send a heavily armored nobleman wearing collectible-grade plate armor into the tunnels.

Perhaps the Earl Charles' simple values led him to think that a few well-protected knights could block all damage from the flintlock pistols and crossbowmen behind them in the tunnels, but in the tunnels, it was difficult to dodge enemy attacks.

They met an even more modest enemy.

The sailors from the Ming caravan did not wear heavy armor, and the few merchant soldiers at the front of them did not even carry weapons, but simply carried simple shields with two door panels cut and slammed directly at the enemy's face.

One door panel was pasted up, and the already narrow vision of the heavy plate armor helmet couldn't look down on anything else, and a few three-eyed guns were put on the shield, and the tunnel became a carnival of lead shots.

The downside is that the sailors don't know if they've killed an enemy, or if there's a living enemy in front of them, so they just keep shooting.

The guns in the back didn't have a chance to squeeze to the front to put the guns, and the first few three-eyed guns didn't have the space to reload him after shooting, so they could only follow the shield hand behind them, but the guns in the middle were very wet, and they could hold the three-eyed guns above their heads to shoot forward, and when they shot out, they handed them over to the people behind to load, and then took their three-eyed guns to continue shooting.

Until the smoke left in the tunnels to choke people and cough, they could not hear the coughing sound from the front, and finally withdrew their shields to the side, and after a short break to reload their ammunition, they stepped on the corpses on the ground and continued to move forward until they encountered the next group of enemies in the tunnel.

The reinforcements that Sir Miller had been thinking of were all wiped out in the tunnels by them in this way.

They walked along the fork in the tunnel to the river and saw the light of day, and found that they seemed to have taken the wrong way and returned the same way, until they approached the enemy's camp, and saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and the sailors, you look at me, I look at you, and no one dared to go any further.

They knew how the regular army in Puli City planned to deal with the enemy army crawling out of the tunnel, and subconsciously felt that the enemy would do the same to them, let them get out like a gopher, they didn't dare; Let them return the same way here, and no one will be reconciled.

In the end, only hundreds of people could squat in the tunnel, listening to the movement from above, and quietly waiting for the counterattack from the Ming army with the three-eyed gun, an authentic war artifact.

On the ground, the Earl of Charles waited for his army to make a contribution, only to see the embarrassed Sir Nice leading a few remnants of his army that had lost their weapons all the way back from the east of the city, bringing back the news of the failure of the tunnel attack.

Two soldiers came back from the other tunnel, who looked better, but looked terrified, and fell in the tunnel, covered in mud, and reported: "The enemy is on guard in the cellar of the manor, they attack us with muskets, Sir Harry is killed, and only the two of us escape." ”

Bad news came one after another, and Earl Charles's expression became worse and worse.

The Protestant monks of the besieging camp were leading their army in prayer, and when they had finished their prayers, everyone would be in high spirits, and there should be no surprises.

The count's face was cloudy and uncertain under the pig-faced helmet, and the results of the raid and the situation of the war were much worse than he had imagined...... Not only were the three squads that entered the city through the tunnels annihilated, but there had been no reinforcements from the east for three days.

The precedent for the west was ahead, and the Earl of Charles only needed a little use of his brain to come to the obvious result, the enemy in the city sent troops to cut off the road to the east, whether the reinforcements were annihilated or blocked, Charles certainly hoped for the latter, but there was a more important problem before him than the reinforcements.

Earl Charles ordered his retinue cavalry to bring the rout soldiers drilled out of the two tunnels to the military tent, giving the trusted squire a look, and after a pause found that the squire did not react, he realized that he was wearing a helmet and others could not see his eyes.

I had to raise my hand and move the attendant, pointing to the tent on the side.

The pig-faced helmet, a helmet that flourished in the early days of the Hundred Years' War, is now obsolete, and its visor is made so thick to protect against early muskets that it puts too much weight on the wearer's head and shoulders to be seen on the battlefield today.

However, because of the better protection, this old antique is very popular in the martial arts arena.

At this time, the helmet worn by the Earl of Charles was a martial arts equipment, and his armor and weapons were all in the city, because the most beloved armor had unique accessories, and it was seen on the walls of Plymouth a few days ago, and it was worn on an unknown Ming officer.

"My lord, the general attack is imminent, I thought we should ......"

The squire bowed his head before he could finish his words, he obviously knew that his master knew what to do now.

"The news of the failure of the offensive cannot be known to everyone, and now it can only be attacked, and even if it fails, there is still a long time left for England to regain lost ground."

It's just that he doesn't have much choice.

There are only two ways in front of the Earl of Charles, either to fight this battle hard, whether it is successful or not, and if it wins, it can assist the navy to capture Plymouth; If he loses, he admits that his skills are inferior, and he goes to live with his distant relatives in London for a while, and when the kingdom fights this battle, Plymouth will eventually return to him.

Either tell all the besieging battalions that the tunnel offensive has failed, and that the city is well defended, and the nobles will rush to propose the defense of the tunnels, followed by a further offer to withdraw their troops to the north, so as to preserve the strength of all the nobles, but his reputation will inevitably be damaged, and since they have not attacked firmly, the good will of London will find out from him the reason for the failure of the battle, as if he had a chance to win by fighting hard.

In the end, perhaps even the fiefdom will be deprived.

He knew what an outstanding commander should do in the course of the war, but he could not.

Now several nobles in the besieging camp have given him the nickname 'City Breaker', which is used to satirize him for besieging the city for nearly two months without even touching the city walls.

If the army retreats north at this time, I am afraid that this nickname will follow him for the rest of his life.

When it comes to the choice between the possibility of destroying allies and the possibility of destroying his own reputation, he prefers the former.

But in fact, inner struggles are sometimes useless.

As the assault was about to begin, a lively knight led the conscription of freedmen to pray to the gods, and turned around and went into the tunnels, intending to assist the army from underground.

Before the troops on the ground were cheering each other up, there was already a dull sound like popping beans in the tunnel, and the soldiers who had just gotten into it crawled out of the ground, shouting to make the news public: "Enemy, there is an enemy, there is an enemy in the tunnel!" ”