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The impact of more than 2,000 people, more than 100 meters, in less than ten seconds, two teams of cavalry collided.

There were only more than 700 cavalry on the English side, while on the side of the tribal alliance, there were more than 1,300 cavalry, less infantry and more cavalry.

The ratio of cavalry and infantry of the two armies is just opposite.

If you look at it from the sky, a long, thin snake, regardless of the danger, rushed towards a larger one and slammed into it fiercely.

Behind the two sides, panting infantry, armed with bows and spears, followed in unison, not too close or far from the cavalry, and when they saw the two sides fighting together, lest they injure the innocent, and avoided the distance even further.

So, the embarrassing thing came, and the infantry of the English coalition army took a long detour, preparing to teach the infantry of the tribal coalition army a hard lesson.

The Horde Infantry ran around the scuffling cavalry.

All in all, Sir John, a rookie with almost zero experience in war, met the Irish, who had always been brutal and went straight ahead, so the war seemed chaotic and ridiculous.

Even if the morale is very high, but after all, the number is too small, and the English coalition army in the melee gradually fell into the disadvantage, even like a kite with a broken string, the wind and rain are shaking.

Seeing this, even Sir John, who had little experience, could see that his side was about to lose.

"Beat the drums and let the cavalry come back!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Sir John asked the heralds around him to inform the drummers and begin to withdraw the troops.

Baron Kelly took the lead, wearing a simple knight's armor and holding a mace, wielding it from side to side, shooting down a cavalryman with a single move, full of blood, surrounded by guards on the left and right, brave and fierce.

Don't look at his habit of using stratagem, but his own bravery is also good.

Fighting and fighting, gradually, he found that the resistance of the group of English on the opposite side was getting weaker and weaker, and there was no shadow of the group of English in front of him, which made him puzzled.

"Chief, the English are cowards, and they have all withdrawn!"

The tribal warriors on the side saw the puzzled expression on the leader's face, and immediately explained.

"What a bunch of cowards, everyone rush with me and kill those English and those traitors!"

Baron Kelly looked up and saw that the Englishmen had fled, surrounded by infantry, and there was still a hint of timidity on their faces.

Immediately, he looked up to the sky and laughed, looked at the tribesmen who were becoming more and more courageous, wiped the blood from his face with his right hand, and shouted loudly.

Seeing that their side was about to win, the morale of the tribal coalition army became more and more high, screaming, naked, naked, with their upper bodies beating, beating their chests, and their mouths shouting tribal slang and smiling.

In the allied English army opposite, Sir John naturally knew that the morale of his side was low, and no matter how much he encouraged, it was useless.

For now, the only way to do this is to rely on the secret weapon I got last time - the arquebus.

As mentioned above, although the popularity of Vulcan spears in Western Europe is relatively high, in the isolated island of Ireland, most tribes have only heard of them and have never met.

Therefore, when Sir John was surprised to learn that the Governor had supported his arquebus, he also knew that his identity had been revealed, especially when His Majesty valued him very much, and the vice-king of Ireland was ready to befriend him.

"Inform the cavalry, bring the mounted mounts that have been stepped down with the sackcloth that has been prepared, and quickly-"

Seeing that the group of barbarians reacted and looked like they were all being killed, Sir John could no longer care about decency, and shouted loudly.

"Get the musketeers ready for a month of training, today is their time to perform, show some spirit."

At Sir John's command, the English soldiers moved quickly, and the musketeers were already in position.

By this time, the group of Irish savages was only seventy or eighty (sixty or seventy meters) yards away from them, and their hideous faces could already be seen.

"Launch—" Sir John shouted hysterically as he waved his command flag.

A hundred long and heavy muskets were straightened up by the soldiers, and the auxiliaries on the side lit them, and in an instant the muskets made a loud noise, and then a puff of white smoke came out, and immediately afterwards Sir John smelled the smell of sulphur gunpowder.

And Baron Kelly, on the other side, just when he was preparing for victory, the shameless Englishman on the opposite side suddenly raised a pole of iron pipes, which made him suspicious, and suddenly some anxiety in his heart, which made him realize that there was danger ahead.

He was about to raise his hand and want the troops to stop, but he suddenly realized that there was no way for the cavalry to stop quickly, so he could only suppress the uneasiness in his heart and rush forward.

It's like a long river of history, mighty and mighty, and manpower can't be stopped for a moment.

First there was thunder, then white smoke, and then from these hollow cylinders, lead bullets burst out and directly hit this group of cavalry.

Although the distance is very close, the accuracy of the arquebus is still terrifying, hundreds of arquebuses, hit the flesh, but more than ten grains, the rest either fly into the sky, or dumb fire, the damage is very low.

However, although the damage was low, it made these Kate warriors tremble, and what was even more worrying was that these warriors noticed that the horses under their crotches had become restless and slowed down.

"Don't worry, just control the horse and rush to the English!"

Resisting the fear in his heart, Baron Kelly said with a sigh of relief, still maintaining a calm look on his face.

However, the Kelly tribe was okay, the people of the other tribes had already been frightened and trembled, and the loud thunder made the fear in their hearts rise to the limit, and some people left the team intermittently.

At that moment, the musket rang out a second time, and this time, more than 30 people were shot.

Even more fortunately, Baron Kelly, who had always rushed ahead, was shot in the horse, fell off the horse, and rolled on a donkey.

At this moment, the entire tribal alliance roared and scattered, and the fear in their hearts dominated them, and they fled one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the tribal alliance that was about to win melted rapidly like a snowman meeting the sun.

Sir John on the other side, and the coalition troops who were licking their wounds behind him, were dumbfounded, looking like they had seen God.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, the scales of victory are immediately reversed, thank God, thank God!"

Seeing this scene of turning defeat into victory, Sir John was a little incredulous and kept muttering.

The other soldiers did the same, not glancing at the musketeers who had done great things, but looking up at the sky one by one, with crosses drawn in their hands and God's prayers in their mouths.

"Everyone, rush over together, capture the prisoners, and don't let go of an enemy!"

After the prayer, Sir John reacted immediately, laughing and shouting to charge.