The dignified British king rode a thin gray horse with an exquisite crown and ran slowly in front of the formation, which seemed a bit ridiculous and sad. However, Li Qiu was surprised to find that the soldiers' expressions changed and raised the longbow in his hands.

It turned out that there were no shining Spurs on Henry V's boots, which meant that he would fight with his subordinates, and there was no more exciting to the soldiers than this.

The British army was burning with the belief that they would fight at will. Henry V said loudly: "The Frenchman boasted that he would cut off the two fingers of each person's right hand, and told us that we could never draw a bow and shoot arrows again, but the cowardly French would never understand that the English would never be forgotten by the world.

We are a brother's army, and everyone who bleeds with me today is my brother! No matter how humble and humble arise from his background, today's baptism will make him a true knight.

Here is the sacred property left to us by the great William I, praying for the spiritual protection of Edward III and the Black Prince, praying for the Virgin and St. George to be with us and guide us to return again with honor.

Brothers, let us use faith as armor and glory as weapons to entrust life and death to heaven, fight! Fight! God’s will guide England!”

After listening to the British King's emotional pre-war speech, no one cheered. The soldiers responded excitedly with the long bow tightly, and the entire army was silent like death.

Li Qiu was even more convinced that the combat power of these humble longbow soldiers was at least on the European continent. If they could win, they would be incomparable!

Next was a suffocating confrontation, as if the French were going to drag down the only remaining will of the British. For two full hours and four hours, we were waiting for the decisive battle in this mad atmosphere.

By noon, French logistics personnel had prepared lunch, bonfires were everywhere, and men laughed and laughed.

This is a very good time to fight, but unfortunately the British lacked war horses. Li Qiu sighed.

Henry V also knew that he could not drag it down any longer. Hunger would make his subordinates lose their strength to pull the bow. He gritted his teeth and issued an order. Soon the British team took the initiative to advance.

The autumn rains over the past few days have made the soil soft and muddy. When you step on it, you will find a shallow puddle, and the feet are covered with mud. It is especially difficult for warriors in heavy armor to move.

The distance between the two sides was about one thousand meters, and the distance between the two armies was a wheat field after autumn harvest. The British army, who had to be extremely careful, advanced slowly and maintained good order, and no one spoke. They stopped from time to time to breathe.

The French did not move, mocking the British who were stumbled forward, and they were not worried about their feet when they rode on the horse.

When the effective range of the longbow was almost the effective range, the British stopped. The archers quickly inserted the pointed wooden stakes prepared in advance into the ground and arranged a fine fence in front of the position.

For days, they were anxious and desperate, relying on the nuts and strawberries they picked up to fill their stomachs, drinking turbid rain. The cold and hungry British soldiers even stood up with pain. Despair made them unable to think and no longer missed their wives and children at home. Instead of being cut off two fingers, they either killed or became slaves. They would rather escape by dying in glorious battle.

The British who were still fighting the beasts had already developed aspirations to die, otherwise what else could it be? Li Qiu's death was fulfilled and he was born.

The army that has been burning and dying, the army that has lost its brothers and brothers, and the army that has no way of retreat. The army that has the commander living and dying together is undoubtedly the most terrifying army.

For the longbowmen, the French masters riding horses on the opposite side eat well and dress well. Even if they are defeated and captured, they can still receive courtesy of their identity. After paying a ransom, they can leave openly.

The difference between heaven and earth completely angered the desperate longbowmen, who stared at the high enemies with fearless eyes. Before dying as humble as a dead dog, come, we will treat you well in the form of a pariah.

The French moved, and after a few crossbowmen in front shot out sparse rain of arrows, they turned around to avoid the British arrows. The nobles on both wings were already impatient. Without waiting for the commander's order, the group of people rushed out.

According to the plan formulated, the left wing's 1,600 knights and the right wing's 800 knights should maintain formation and attack the British from both wings. The problem is that both wings of the British team are woods, and the plan cannot be realized.

Normally, the two wings should adapt to the situation, immediately bypass the battlefield and launch an assault from the rear, or simply attack the British camp. However, these knights did not, and did not take the so-called combat order seriously. The rare opportunity to obtain glory was in front of them, shouting long live France! They rushed to kill the enemy in front of them.

The muffled sound of horse hooves made his heart beat, and the guards looked at Li Qiu, and Li Qiu shook his head slightly. Before he had no choice, he would not order his subordinates to participate in the war, not worrying about exposing the firearms, but saving precious ammunition.

The war between Britain and France had nothing to do with the Ming Dynasty, so Li Qiu naturally had no idea of ​​accompanying the British to the end. Anyway, if the British were defeated and Henry V could surrender, the proud French would never hurt his life.

If the British could win miraculously, Li Qiu would not want to open fire and completely offend the French. Is it precious to be able to stand on the side of the British in desperate situation?

Charging on the bumpy wheat fields, the muddy roads could not stop the speed of the war horses. The ground that had not been trampled before was left with the frost of early winter, which was quite solid.

While the whistling and running, the right wing commander Sir William found a row of wooden stakes blocking the way, but he did not notice that because the fields were too soft, many of the wooden stakes in the front row had already sunk.

"Jump over and let the British farmers who only know how to farm to see the riding skills of the French knights!" Sir William gave such an energetic order. He did not expect that before he could perform his superb riding skills, his horse just hit a sinking wooden stake, and the mount stopped suddenly in the neighing.

So poor Sir William flew out and plunged into the mud. Before he could recover his consciousness, he was killed fiercely by the Longbowmen.

The commander's death suddenly made the hot-headed knights awake, and the speed of the mounts became less and less complimentary. Even if he was lucky enough to cross the wooden stakes, he faced the four or five thousand archers alone, which was chilling just thinking about it.

Even if a knight can fight, it is not worth it to exchange for the lives of ten lowly longbow soldiers. The knights made a quick decision and immediately turned around and left. Such a wild charge ended like a slash, and the situation on the left wing was basically the same.

Strictly speaking, the knight's retreat was not called retreat, but they ran around in an orderly manner, and crawled into the woods on both sides like headless flies. However, most people ran directly into the main force that followed.

The rushing war horses were as scrupled as their own masters, and they hit and even trampled on their own people. The chaotic waves were created, especially the formation of the main force in France was extremely dense, making the waves more rapid and amazing.

French infantry hurriedly avoided the madman-like cavalry while pushing each other. Nearly 10,000 infantrymen slipped and fell from time to time. Large-scale tramplings made the ground inevitably become more slippery.

The weather was also on the side of the British. The bright winter sun was behind them, and it was easy to pour the rain of arrows into the French position. Although the French knights were all wearing heavy armor, they had to walk with their heads down to prevent arrows from passing through the gaps in their masks.

The chaos and large-scale outbreaks of casualties still did not stop the French heavy cavalry. After all, their number was too large, but due to the defeat of the knights, the high morale had fallen instantly. The powerful knights did not open the door to victory, which was too great a blow to the French.

As both sides gradually approached, the British longbow soldiers who were not stingy with their arms were no longer shooting upwards, but aimed directly. The French crossbow soldiers were wrapped in the middle of the crowd and could not shoot arrows to cover them. This undoubtedly gave the longbow soldiers the most rare stage to perform, and they could shoot the enemy to their fullest.

The heavy-armed knight shot into the gap in the armor and couldn't get up. The people behind were tripped by one after another. Once they fell down, it was difficult to stand up with their own strength in a short period of time. The short distance seemed to have exhausted the French's physical strength.

One or two thousand heavy knights were still coming, and the two armies like a tide began to fight in close combat. The British knights held heavy swords, following the tradition of the Battle of Cresey, and protected the longbowers at close range; while the French knights waved their halberds more, although they were smaller than the size of the horse, they found that the number of people was too dense. Even if they had the strength to raise their weapons, they had no room to move.

Henry V and his knights were on the front line, and the battle between the heavy knights began. Because they were wrapped in steel armor from head to toe, they could only use their strength to overwhelm the other party.

In the chaos, the British could not resist because of the lack of people. The Duke of York's helmet was flattened by a war hammer, and his skull was beaten to pieces. Even Henry V was hit hard by a war hammer, knocking off the decoration on the helmet, and the eighteen servants around him died in battle.

Seeing that Henry V fell down, Li Qiu shouted: "Go and save the king."

The guards did not have the burden of armor or the heavy swords of European warriors. They rushed over as light as swallows, and several people worked together to lift Henry V.

Unexpectedly, Henry V wore a crown and became the target of all French people. The French knights rushed over like chicken blood, but fortunately they could not catch up with the speed of the Han people.

At this time, the longbowmen threw down their bows and arrows and picked up weapons such as short swords and axes. They were not as burdened by armor. In addition, the French heavy knights were trapped in the mud and could not move in a short time. They could easily trip their opponents to the ground. After lying down, they naturally meant that they had lost their combat power.

The Han guards were stimulated by the battlefield and shouted: "Sir, can you shoot?"

Li Qiu said calmly: "Don't shoot, remember, we are just a coincidence, unless necessary, we cannot be stained with the blood of the French."
Chapter completed!