Don't be fooled by the game.

The Longbowmen did not have any slopes in front of them to slow down the opponent's speed. It did not rain a few days ago. The ground was in good condition - under such circumstances, a total of 500 meters, the improved tomahawk cavalry lined up to rush there in less than half a minute - and the effective range of the Longbow was not that far - the farthest and farthest can shoot to 400 meters away - at that time there was basically no lethality.

As for the average English longbowmen, 300 meters of cloth armor, 200 meters of leather armor, 100 meters of chain armor, within fifty meters... Uh, sorry, longbowmen do not wear plate armor when shooting, thank you.

Only three arrows are there in the battle. In this way, there are already many three arrows.

In this way, the English longbowmen tried their best to completely ignore the hit rate and try their best to pull the bow and wind the strings. Of course, their speed is also remarkable, with an average of five seconds - of course I am talking about the free scattering situation. If it is a dense shooting, it will be slower.

Four arrows.

The first arrow shot can be close to negligible. The other three arrows... In the second round, the Knight's shield jingled slightly. In the third round, there were muffled groans and horse screams - of course this was not enough to be fatal. Only in the last round, some horses died miserably - one of them was shot in the eye, and the leather eye mask could not defend well. It seemed that the arrow seemed to have shot directly into the brain...

In this way, in four consecutive rounds of shooting, the first row had a total of 100 improved tomahawk cavalry lost more than a dozen, and the remaining one rushed towards the defense line built by heavy spearmen and longbowmen...

The legendary simple horse-rejecting stake that was highly hoped by the English longbowmen - because the lower head is also pointed, it can be stabbed into the ground with just one force - but even so, when fighting against the cavalry...it cannot be said to be useless at all...

Indeed, if the horse is conscious and sees such a sharp wooden stake that looks very painful to penetrate the body, it will probably turn and escape.

However, in order to help one of the most despicable and shameless races in the world, horses, overcome their timidity, specially invented two props. One of them is the eye mask - when charging, there is a special eye mask for horses to cover the horse's eyes. So he can't see it - and the other is the Spurs. Behind the iron boots, when you want to speed up, you can raise your leg and sting it with a sting. Then the horse will run forward like a psychopath.

above.

Egil is such a scumbag. The heavy cavalry under his command is naturally not much better. There are naturally two pieces of pitfall equipment - and the heavy-armed tomahawk cavalry in the first row laughed twice, and their body was suddenly pressed on the horse's back, and then the spurs slashed. They almost took away several taels of meat. The horse sat down and whined, and the speed was significantly accelerated. After that, the improved tomahawk cavalry hit the horse's stake. The huge impact force made the stake pierce into the chest of the war horse, and at the same time uprooted it. A large area of ​​mud and sand hit the face of the heavy shield spear standing opposite, almost frightened. The war horse finally whined. It was still led forward by inertia for a distance. The cavalry rifle in the hand of the tomahawk cavalry suddenly pierced a heavy spear that looked stupid. This was the end.

No, it should be said that it is not over yet. After the eighty improved tomahawk cavalry horses of the first row were lost. The cavalry on it was also blew up. The second row of tomahawk cavalry saw it roaring again and directly hit the shield wall. This time, the casualties of the heavy spearmen were in the sea. Standing in the first row, they were directly pierced by a cavalry and were hit by seventy yards at the same time. The second row of the second row decreased slightly, fifty yards, and the third row of the thirty yards. In an instant, the heavy spearmen with dense arrays suffered a great loss, and the front line collapsed in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, the Tomahawk cavalry in the third row, even the fourth row, and the fifth row did not charge, but chose the scattered formation, crazily chasing the collapsed second row of England, a formation composed of heavy spearmen and longbowmen.

"Failed..." At this moment, Alfred sighed softly as he looked at the tragic and slashed his army, who was chased and killed by the north, and thought in his heart that his tactics seemed to have failed.

But failure means defeat - although he has lost twice in a row since the war started, he has lost thousands of people, and his morale has also dropped a lot - but Alfred still did not seem too panic.

"Knight, charge."

With the orders of Alfred, all the knights, royal knights, noble knights, tribe knights, apprentice knights, knights, great knights, rangers, etc. As long as all the knights with horses, armor and guns were close to eight hundred - and with their nearly two thousand entourages rushed out.

This is Alfred's killer weapon, which gathers the essence of war in the entire England, and the concrete manifestation of the powerful mobilization power of the ancient feudal system: a total of nearly 3,000 heavy cavalrymen!!

When you are unable to determine what method to use to defeat the opponent's cavalry with your infantry, don't think about it. Decisively dispatch the cavalry in your hands, that's all.

And more in number.

Egil whistled and looked at the weather again. At this moment, after the two previous attacks, it was almost afternoon... Well, three o'clock?

Egil felt that he would exchange a pocket watch or something in the future.

Although it was already afternoon—but because it was summer, the light was still sufficient. Therefore, the light and shadow effects were very good—the sun rose in the east and set in the west. The array of two sides, one in the south and one in the north, would not have the tragic reason for the defeat like the sun shook his eyes—so.

Egil sighed softly and then ordered that a total of more than 400 improved tomahawk cavalry quickly retreated after hearing the bells of their own army.

"This, the way to control the army is quite good. You should learn it if you have the chance." At this moment, the other two people next to Egil started to think about it and see if they could get the advantage of Egil. Of course, it seems that they are destined to be disappointed. Using music, horns, bells and drums as signals to control the army, Egil has no ability at all - he just gave orders, and the real operation is the guard knights configured for him by the system - to be precise, all the soldiers in the system can understand it.

At this moment, the two dwarves and the Scottish commander naturally did not know this - but speaking of it, their behavior can be regarded as a serious disagreement.

As for victory, I didn’t see our heavy infantry array being tight, and I was just waiting for the opponent to hit it?!

Alfred is not Egil. He does not use a relatively high-end tactic such as cavalry taking turns to rush forward. His psychology is still at the simple and primitive level of "the more, the better". And those knights who are like passionate idiots naturally cannot make correct judgments - in this way, a total of thousands of cavalry rushed towards the coalition's front in a scattered formation.

However, despite this, although it looks messy, it was three thousand heavy cavalry after all, and it was a heavy cavalry wearing chain armor and holding heavy cavalry rifles. The soldiers of the coalition said they were not afraid of it being fake. Seeing that the cavalry were rushing closer and closer, William Wallace, opposite Egil, could not sit still, ran down the bell tower, climbed up the two-meter-high courtyard wall. Then he jumped down in one breath, waved the sword in his hand, and shouted: "Long live Scotland! For freedom!!!"

In an instant, the Scottish Highland Super Spearmen in the middle lane received an extremely powerful morale bonus. The front, which was originally shaken by the power of the English cavalry on the opposite side, instantly returned to normal.

"So, to put it bluntly, the technique of boosting morale is to kill a fool." Egil chuckled, not caring about it anymore.

Immediately afterwards, the English cavalry rolled forward, although some were occasionally shot by Norwegian crossbowmen and dwarf crossbowmen. However, the other knights completely ignored such attacks and continued to move forward, forward... and then forward.

At this moment, Egil couldn't help but remember that a few months ago, when he was a little shrimp under Earl Felix's command, when facing the whistling chain armored cavalry, the super long spear formation temporarily arranged by Earl Felix...

The past is like smoke, Egil sighed a little. He also ran away on the battlefield.

At this moment, the war instantly entered a white heat, with cavalry vs infantry, infantry vs cavalry. Almost all of this day of war revolved around this subject. Before that, the tragedy of the infantry in England failed. I don’t know this time…

Well, at this moment, seeing the broken piles of spears in the middle, the severely injured people who were not dead, screaming at the verge of death. As well as the nearly collapsed first Scotland, the dwarf's super spear formation, Egil sighed a little, then shook his head. Then he muttered in a very sad and helpless tone:

"Win."

Because the first row was dead, there was a second row. At this moment, the impact of the cavalry had already used up...
Chapter completed!