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"I'm Texwin, lean closer to me, I'm Texwin......"

In the darkness of the night, Tesven shouted. He was commanding a battalion of Swiss pikemen in pursuit of an English knight who had fled!

A big win, of course! The English knights who came to attack tonight were all stupid, and they made a lot of noise, and before they could get close, they were discovered by the secret sentry sent out by Governor Chen, and reported back to the camp. Then it was time for the whole army to mobilize and set up an ambush. First of all, the musketeers and artillery teams were imposing, inflicting the heaviest casualties on the enemy with arquebuses and cannons.

Then the pikemen charge to cover the kill!

Because the other side had long been stunned by arquebuses and artillery, completely confused, unable to organize resistance at all, and only fled under the domination of instinct. Therefore, the pursuit operation went smoothly and abnormally, and it was a one-sided slaughter.

However, Tesven did not forget the requirements of the combat regulations - no matter what the situation, it is necessary to maintain the formation as much as possible, and the battalion, company, and platoon commanders should do everything possible to maintain control of the troops. That's why he shouted loudly, making sure his soldiers knew their exact location. This was one of the easiest ways for the rank and file officers of the Ming army to master the troops at night.

Although the indigenous Swiss could barely understand Tesven's shouts (the Swiss could only understand a few commands), they could hear him and naturally gather around him.

And on the battlefield, the soldiers who are gathered together and controlled by the officers are organized and able to exert their maximum combat effectiveness. And those unorganized, undisciplined, chaotic soldiers, even knights. And only to be killed, to be chased—how many spears can a knight withstand? And they didn't even ride horses. What good results can there be other than being hunted down?

It's so weak! Tesven thought triumphantly. The natives of Europa are much weaker than the Mexicans of Mingzhou, and they are simply vulnerable! It's a pity that blood sacrifices are not allowed now. Otherwise, you will definitely be able to catch countless sacrifices......

Just as he was thinking about being proud, Tesven suddenly faintly heard a soft sound of "tenseness". The voice sounded familiar, but Teswin couldn't remember what it was for a while. Immediately after, it seemed that something fell from the air, smashing into the steel armor of Tesven's helmet, with a clanging sound, and a lot of sparks flashed. Tesven's eyes were quick, he grabbed a handful, and actually caught something. When I saw it in front of me, it was a feather arrow!

"Archery! Someone shoots an arrow! ”

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

"Ahh I've been shot! Help me......"

"God, there is an ambush ......"

The Swiss on the battlefield screamed, they didn't have the steel armor of Tesven to withstand the bow and arrow. Most of them had only a very thin piece of chain mail, which could easily be pierced by the arrows of the English. Suddenly covered by a rain of arrows, and again at night, the Swiss mercenaries were in confusion. However, the English knights who were hunted down were no better, and the rain of arrows falling at night did not have long eyes, and they did not know who was who. It's simply an indiscriminate blow! The knight was also shot quite a bit. However, the chain mail on their bodies is generally thicker, and their fate is naturally better than that of the Swiss and Black Foresters. Many were pierced into the flesh by the arrows, but their lives were unharmed.

"Stop moving, stop moving forward!"

Tesven had already reacted. Knowing that he had fallen into the enemy's ambush, he hurriedly ordered loudly, "Retreat!" Fall back! ”

And at this time. On the flanks of the Swiss and Black Forest mercenaries, the English pikemen of the brigade had been outflanked. They were when the longbowmen began to shoot arrows. The order was given to make a sortie - Prince Edward's command on this night was quite remarkable. Let the Earl of Cornwall take a few thousand knights who he thought were useless to use as bait. Then a whole thousand longbowmen and pikemen crept out of the camp. Lined up four miles from the coalition camp.

As soon as the remnants of the English knights, the mercenary pursuers of the allied Swiss and Black Forest, collided with him, he immediately ordered the archers to release their arrows. Deliver indiscriminate covering strikes while ordering pikemen to outflank the opponent's flanks. Take advantage of the sudden blow of the enemy and be in the confusion, and deal a fatal blow.

"Prince, we have won!"

"Prince, the Seris have been defeated!"

"Long live England!"

As the shouts of English on the battlefield overwhelmed the German, the surrounding squire knights cheered - in French.

"Did you win?" Prince Edward rode on his horse, and there was not the slightest joy on his face shrouded in the night, but he whispered to himself, "It's just some Swiss and Black Forest mercenaries, anyone can defeat them, anyone can hire them." As long as the Seris spend tens of thousands of silver marks, they will immediately have several times as many mercenaries to kill. It's not that they can't resist, but if England wants to progress and become a big country in Europa, they can't fight the Seris to the end......"

……

It was early in the morning, and the cries of battle and the clashing of swords on the battlefield had become somewhat sparse, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only the wails of the dying to sound one after another.

Chen Chongguan's teeth were about to crush. His Swiss and Black Forest mercenaries were all smashed here, and they lost as much as sixty percent in one night! Even the Aztec musketeers had lost a lot - last night, the Swiss and Black Forest mercenaries were ambushed and surrounded by the English, and Chen Chongguan had no choice but to let the Aztec musketeers attack with swords. If it weren't for the Aztecs' ability to fight hand-to-hand, I am afraid that last night would have been a fiasco!

Several Han officers who led the team to fight were covered in blood, and if it weren't for the steel armor and steel helmet protection, I really don't know how many times they died. Even with the steel armor, two people did not come back, and three others were carried back with only one breath left.

They were all students of Chen Chongguan, and they came to him to complain when they came down from the battlefield: "Teacher, it's not good! These Englishmen are too capable of fighting, and their fighting style is similar to that of the past armies of Shenzhou, all bows and arrows and spears. And their bows and arrows are so powerful that ordinary chain mail can't stop them. ”

"Yes, our losses are too great, the Swiss regiment and the Black Forest regiment have completely collapsed, and the loss is sixty percent! The losses of the Aztec regiment were not small, and there were no hundreds of men. ”

"There are too few infantry left, I'm afraid we won't be able to defeat London, and if there are a few more night battles like this, we are all in danger of being annihilated. Why don't you withdraw first...... Take the sea route to capture Portsmouth. ”

Chen Chongguan knew that what they said was true. Because of the limited capacity, the number of troops he brought to England this time was not large, only more than 5,000 people. Last night's battle, won first and then lost, with nearly 2,000 casualties. And the losses were all hand-to-hand combat, and the remaining forces were no longer enough to attack London. The fighting will and tactical level shown by the English last night was also impressive. What is even more worrying is that Edward, Prince of England, who commanded last night's battle, must have been a brilliant general.

He stood on top of the artillery position of the barracks, set up a telescope and looked fiercely in the direction of the British camp. It was dusty, as if reinforcements had arrived. It's England itself, after all! He turned to Admiral Lin Shilong of the Atlantic Fleet beside him and said, "Admiral Lin, put down the sampan, let my men get on the boat, and retreat from the waterway...... Let's go to Portsmouth. ”

Prince Edward was standing on a stirrup at this time, holding a newly captured telescope and observing the coalition camp in the distance. Behind him, dozens of horsemen were running back and forth, and the horse's tail was tied to the branches, making a lot of noise.

This prince is bluffing!

In last night's battle, his losses were not small. The combat effectiveness of the Swiss and Black Forest mercenaries is not weak, and the combat effectiveness of the Aztec musketeers charging with swords is even more impressive. If it weren't for the fact that there were too few of them and they were ambushed, and the night melee could not give full play to the advantage of firepower. Maybe he's running away by now.

As for reinforcements, many can be gathered. There are always 10,000 knights and squire knights in England, and more than 2,000 were killed yesterday, and at least 10,000 can be mobilized. But what else can these knights do but rush and fight with their own martial arts? When you encounter a well-trained, well-organized opponent with long-range weapons, they will only be beaten!

England really had only a few thousand longbowmen and a few thousand pikemen. And the muskets and cannons of the Seris can obviously restrain the longbow......

At this time, Prince Edward had already discovered that the coalition forces were boarding, he put down his binoculars, let out a sigh, and said to the squire knight beside him: "The Seris have retreated!" It seems that we don't have to give up on London anymore. ”

"Prince, we are victorious?" A knight next to him asked.

"Victory?" Prince Edward shook his head and looked at the tall and strong knight, "Thomas, what do you think is victory?" ”

"Driving the Seris out of England is victory!"

"Driven out of England? And then what? ”

"And then, of course, live our own lives!"

"That's the victory of the weak!" Prince Edward shook his head, "A strong man doesn't just want to live his little life behind closed doors. ”

"Prince, do you still want to attack Macau?"

"Macau?" Edward smiled, "That's not a rational idea!" And I don't want to drive the Seris out of England either. ”

"Don't drive away?"

"I can't get rid of it!" "We can win a small battle on the Thames, but we don't have the strength to win at Portsmouth, the Cyrese navy is too strong......," said Edward.

"So what do we do? Just let them occupy Portsmouth? ”

Edward shrugged, "What else?" A crushing victory will not change England's weakness, it will only win us a favorable peace treaty...... It can make the loss of Portsmouth more valuable. Perhaps the loss of one Portsmouth Island would give back all of Scotland and a mighty English empire! (To be continued......)