In the final stage of the Hundred Years' War eighty or ninety years ago, the French benefited a lot from the temporary use of heavy artillery that was difficult to maneuver, such as stone cannons and long guns, as camp guns.

In the 16th century, however, the use of heavy artillery on the battlefield made it difficult for the French to maneuver, as the infantry could hardly compete with the advancing Spanish phalanx legions, and the advantage of a small number of heavy weapons could hardly match the advantage of a large number of light weapons.

Even now, they are excellent in artillery.

But no one had ever tried to concentrate their heavy weapons on a precise projection, and now they saw it—very close to the middle of the battlefield, with the prismatic battlements on the fortress bursting out at the same time, dozens of shells at the same time bombarded a company in a dense formation, and a few shells even collided and shattered on the way.

In broad daylight, there was a loud boom, and a full phalanx was gone, leaving only a stump and a few soldiers with a few breaths left to crawl in the direction of the French commander.

Not to mention the company that was hit by fifty or sixty shells, even if the company on its right side was only hit by a sixteen-pound shell, the formation was ploughed out of the middle, and even if the knights were behind, they did not dare to continue to advance.

The infantry phalanxes engaged on both sides stopped for a moment, and when they reacted, the two companies under Juan on the edge of the battlefield should have been defeated, but the Xiyong battalion company that was originally pressed and beaten in the middle was demoralized...... Maybe they haven't changed in themselves, but they're just scared of the enemy when they fight.

In the rear, the Spanish company of the Central Army, which was subordinate to Carlos, had already taken steady steps forward with spears in their hands under the orders of the captain, and the small phalanx of nine musketeers on each side of the phalanx was set up without mercy.

Their heavy artillery from the city bombarded them, so they no longer had to worry about it.

The most important thing was that all the cavalry on both flanks of the Silon battalion, now under the command of Franco, began to move, and the Spanish light cavalry, holding Moorish shields, holding spears, and wearing chain mail, were not as well-trained as the French cavalry, but the scattered and dense formation charged still made the opposing French faction feel great pressure.

Because they charged towards the artillery positions on the flanks of the various companies.

Correspondingly, the well-trained squad of French knights scattered from the center of the battlefield, crossed the gap in their own formations, and galloped towards the flanks and even the back of the Spanish phalanx that were fighting on the left and right.

Even Chen Jiujing at the head of the city, seeing the momentum of the French knights rushing towards the phalanx, they rode four or even eight horsemen as a joint, the men and horses were heavily armoured, holding heavy spears, blocking the wall and entering, more than ten horsemen crashed into the Western Army formation, the spearmen of the Xiyong battalion had just adjusted their direction under the order of the officer, and the knights had turned to the other side to turn and impact, and those who stood in the way were all knocked over.

Charge the unprotected musketeers first, then ram the spearmen from the other direction who have not had time to turn around in a dense infantry formation.

On the contrary, if one or two of the horsemen were hit by one or two blows, and those who broke their spears would take out their wheels and muskets with complex structures from their horses and shoot at the phalanx at the nearest level.

Even if there is a lucky person who is stabbed by the spearmen of the Western Army, unless he is pressed by the war horse, he will turn over and get up and draw out the wide sword of the horse corpse, and continue to attack the infantry formation with the big sword in both hands in the form of heavy infantry.

Ten squads of knights joined the battlefield, like a shockwave exploding in the air, and all the companies in front of them were scattered, and the infantry who lost their formation could only flee in all directions like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Even after three French companies were killed and one company was bombarded with heavy artillery, the Ming army was still at a disadvantage.

But then the heavy artillery at the head of the city roared, and the game was equalized.

Another company was overrun.

The effect of this shelling caused a qualitative change, and almost all of the French infantry companies began to flee in an 'orderly' manner after the shelling, with the two companies close to the shelling point running first, followed by the company next to them, and then the whole army was defeated.

The most terrible thing on the battlefield is the tug-of-war and stalemate stage, people will not see the winner and loser will continue to kill endlessly, once the victory and defeat have been divided, someone will run and someone will chase, but the casualties in this process will not be too large.

Unless there are cavalry.

Franco's cavalry had moved to the forefront of the two flanks of the battlefield, and the whistling light cavalry charged one after another with Franco's cannons and standard breech-loading mortise guns, and immediately divided into most of the rout after discovering the defeat of the French infantry.

The infantry of the Xiyong Battalion, who had surrendered on their knees earlier and narrowly escaped death, also picked up the weapons scattered all over the ground and joined the pursuit.

But the knights did not retreat, and in the vision of the Gothic helmet, they always held an absolute advantage, relying only on their broad two-handed swords to carve a smooth path to victory in the infantry formation.

If this is the case alone, it is true that the phalanx of infantry of one or two hundred men after the loss of musketeers could not hold the knights on their horses, and they were equally helpless against the knights under the horses, and even more agile under their horses, four or five infantry knights wielding great swords could slash the whole company apart and chase after the infantry formation, although most of the time they could not catch up as soon as the infantry began to run.

But the infantry began to run, indicating that the phalanx was scattered.

Until the sound of the horse's hooves sounded on his side, and there was no time to turn back, the heavy short-handled bones knocked the helmet with horsepower, and the helmet was torn in the opposite direction with great force, and the exquisite helmet was intact, but the shock brought by pulling the neck made the knight collapse straight to the ground.

The poorly equipped and rudimentary Jurchen cavalry swept past them with laughter, giving the infantry company a negligible support, and they continued to assault without caring whether the attack on the knight would succeed or not.

The Jurchen heavy infantry of the Baishan Battalion, who passed through the battlefield next, were the real killers.

At intervals of four or five paces, the knights, who had just recovered from the cavalry attack, were raising their swords to make a defensive posture against the infantry rushing up, while the Jurchen heavy infantry in front of them drew their bows and shot towards their heads.

This kind of cheating method usually cannot be killed, the sharp arrow can not withstand the huge force at the moment of collision with the helmet and is shattered, but the most handsome force has to be beaten the most viciously, the tribal warriors between the white mountains and black water use hunting methods in groups of three or five, whether it is a throwing rope tied to a stone hammer at both ends, or a bone in close combat, in the blink of an eye, the lone knight will be knocked down in all directions.

Manually lifting the mask and hammering it down, the poor and poor hunter of the White Mountain was given a set of sunken Gothic armor.

Huang Xi, a Korean guerrilla at the head of the city, looked at the one-sided battlefield and said, "What are you doing to kill the armor-piercing man, general, I heard that these things can be exchanged for ransom!" ”

Chen Jiujing finally breathed a sigh of relief until this moment, raised his hand and slowly hammered it twice on the battlements, turned around and rubbed his left ear: "What did you say?" ”

"The lowly said ransom, and the general's ears were shocked?"

"It's okay, what ransom do you want."

Chen Jiujing rubbed his left ear, raised his hand and scratched it twice, looking beyond the fine blood scabs that had solidified between his fingernails, looking at the French craftsman who was making a gun carriage for him in the fortress, and let out a long turbid breath in his chest: "Let's go to Bordeaux to get it ourselves." ”