More than 2,000 horsemen fought desperately, shouting, and the sound of scimitars entering flesh was endless, but this victory or defeat could not determine the true belonging of this war.

For example, the English cavalry lost a third of its own, and after resting for a while, it wandered around the Spanish phalanx, waiting for an opportunity to find a fighter.

The Spanish phalanx has been implemented for decades, and has formed a set of methods to deal with cavalry, and the wandering cavalry can not reap any results, if they insist on it, the three-meter-long spear will directly pierce them all over the body and die.

Therefore, the cavalry can only be used as a favorable machine to expand the fruits of battle victory, but in this infantry battle, there is not much use.

However, the Spaniards noticed that the firearms used by the English were not ordinary, and they could fire multiple times in succession, thus catching the Spanish cavalry by surprise.

After all, the hit rate of the handcuffs was too low and it was difficult to penetrate the cuirass-clad cavalry, but the repeated firing stunned the Spanish cavalry.

When the cavalry swept past them, the Normandy phalanx, England, dressed in red and white, began to advance slowly, the dust began to rise gradually, and the grass was innocently trampled down, and the pace of tens of thousands of people was neat and terrifying.

The smoke and dust could not prevent the two armies from fighting, and soon, in the case of blurred vision, the artillery of the two armies was even more shocking and exploded.

There were constantly rows of soldiers who were suddenly knocked down and turned into corpses, or short arms and legs, and then the soldiers in the rear consciously vacated an area, made a detour, and then regrouped into a rank, in an orderly manner.

Both the British and Western armies were attacked by artillery, and the British had more artillery and the Western army had fewer artillery, but the discipline of the two armies was equally neat and unscattered.

This had to surprise Alexander, who was in command: "It really deserves to be the strongest army in the world!" ”

During the journey of less than ten minutes, Alexander made a rough estimate that his own side had suffered more than 100 shellings, and the Spanish had suffered more than 200 shellings, but the order of the Spaniards was not in the slightest disorder, and a strong sense of immediacy of the strong army came into view.

In the rear of both sides, every firing of artillery will cause a large crater in the opponent's formation, and it will also be accompanied by several lives, huge noises, and dull cries of pain, constantly emerging on this land.

As the two armies continued to approach, and when they reached three hundred feet, the artillery of both sides was raised, and the range was aimed at the rear of the enemy army, and the infantry in front of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The commander of the first phalanx at the front of the British side was Robin. Benjamin, the third son of the baron, had long blond hair and a handsome appearance, and was also famous for the entire Normandy army.

But at this time, he was in his thirties, but his blue eyes revealed a trace of nervousness and a little excitement.

As a son of a nobleman, of course he knew the horror of the Spanish Army, especially since he and others had trained it with reference to it, so he naturally understood it more clearly.

"What an admirable army!" Robin muttered softly.

As a nobleman, adhering to perfect morality, he still needs to praise his enemies, which is also praising himself.

As the distance got closer, and when the firing distance was about 100 meters, the Spaniards began to stop and began to pick up the Mushkert heavy arquebus (two meters long and weighing about ten kilograms), put it on the ground with a stand, and then put the arquebus on the stand.

The soldiers first cleaned the gunpowder holes and powder pots, then poured gunpowder, poured the projectile from the pellet bottle on their body and stuffed it into the muzzle, then pulled the gun bar from the muzzle, and finally closed their eyes and lit the gunpowder.

This series of steps is cumbersome and simple, and it requires the strong psychological energy of the soldiers, and it is not easy to make mistakes on the battlefield where the artillery is under fire.

The Spaniards were able to run amok, and Mushkert heavy arquebuses also occupied many reasons.

This arquebus, which can penetrate the heavy cavalry at a distance of 100 meters, and thus win the battle, the French know best.

So, it took a minute to see the Spaniards set up the bracket step by step and prepare to shoot, while the English, in just half a minute, were ready and burst out of the fireworks.

"Ready, shoot—"

"Crackling-" "Crackling-" Projectiles circulated wantonly in the air, crashing in the air, with a slight sound, heading in all directions, and there were very few of them running towards the set goal.

Half of the Spaniards who were preparing for it were like seeing a ghost at this time, and it stands to reason that the time should be the same!

However, the white smoke of Zila directly told them that the English on the opposite side were much faster than them.

"What's going on?" General Battier was astonished, he could not imagine at all how the English could be faster than the more skilful Spanish? This must be fake.

But the truth slapped you in the face again.

"Crackling-" When the Spanish began firing, the English had already released a second salvo, and then the Spanish salvo was belated.

A distance of 100 meters doesn't do much damage, and it's just a few unlucky people who are hit by stray bullets.

General Battier, who was holding a telescope, stared seriously at the English army shrouded in white smoke, tightly, not daring to relax for half a minute.

Then, the pace proceeded slowly.

Crackle—crackle—

Crackling -

Crackle—crackle—

Crackling -

…………

In this way, after every two shots from England, the Spanish shot arrived, and repeated and repeated, and when the distance reached about twenty meters, and both could be seen clearly, the losses of both sides were very different.

"What's going on, this can't be true?" Battier rubbed his eyes, his expression full of disbelief.

Under this kind of scoundrel method of you hitting me once and I hitting you twice, the white smoke dissipated, and the result was clear.

The two first small phalanxes collided face to face, and nearly a third of the men on their side fell, and the musket unit was almost completely wiped out, while the pikemen behind also suffered heavy losses, and the 3,000-strong army was finally left with more than 1,000 people.

The pikemen of more than 1,000 people did not disperse, but bravely raised their spears and formed a phalanx arranged in a miniature version, like a hedgehog, in a defensive state, which was not easy to break.

And behind them, blood flowed all over the distance of 100 meters, and on it, there were soldiers lying in need of wailing, and every meter, dozens of soldiers would lie down, covering their mouths weakly, struggling in pain.

The wailing did not sound, so it did not affect the morale, and it seemed worthy of being a strong army on the European continent.

On the other side, most of the English people were left in the small phalanx, and only a few were lying down.

The musketeers had retreated, and the pikemen were raising their spears in unison, surround the Spaniards with superior forces, ready to break through the small hedgehog.

"It's so rascalous, it's so hateful!" Battier finally saw clearly the methods of the English.

They went so far as to use a musket that did not require ignition, in groups of three, two to fill and one to fire, and the musket was fired more than twice as fast as in Spain.

This kind of hooligan fighting, which has never been seen in Battier's life, is simply a one-sided massacre.

At a distance of 100 meters, the Spaniards could only shoot five rounds, while the opposite English fired ten rounds, or even more, and the damage was naturally more than doubled.

"Damn, is that why the English have nothing to fear? Is the Spanish Army going to lose it? ”