"For freedom! For England! ”

Holy Roman Emperor (elected by three votes), Richard Earl of Cornwall. Anjou put on the strongest chain mail, held a shield in one hand and drew a long sword in the other, chanting slogans.

"For freedom! For England! ”

More than 3,000 knights dressed like him also drew their swords and shouted along.

This scene appeared again and again in patriotic films and TV series of the Kingdom of England hundreds of years later. And Richard, Earl of Cornwall. As a result, Anjou became a household name throughout England.

In later films, the heroic Earl of Cornwall led 3,600 knights from all over England to enter the camp of 50,000 Chinese invading troops in the dark on a dark and windy night. The knights were all strong in martial arts, brave and fearless, swords and hands were torn, and the Chinese devils were crushed and almost collapsed, and the camp was full of Chinese corpses! However, there are too many Chinese, as many as tens of thousands! There are also 34 New World-class sail battleships on the Thames.

In the end, Chen Chongguan and Lin Shilong, the leaders of the Chinese invading army, who were red-eyed, ordered the naval guns to open fire like crazy, and indiscriminately bombarded the English knights and the Chinese invading army together!

And Richard, Earl of Cornwall. Anjou bravely died in the midst of the fire. His fearless spirit has forever inspired the people of England, who were unwilling to become semi-colonies, to go forward one after another and wage an indomitable struggle against the Chinese colonizers and the traitorous court of England. Finally, more than three hundred years later, under the leadership of the English bourgeois revolutionary Cromwell, the dynastic dictatorship ended. A constitutional monarchy was introduced, and a series of unequal treaties imposed on England by the Ming Empire were eliminated. Although it was not able to recover Hong Kong. But it still allowed England to be the first among the Europa countries to get rid of its semi-colonial (colonial) status and move towards full national independence......

All right. Let's take a trip back to the real battlefield hundreds of years ago from the English drama of later generations.

The valiant Earl of Cornwall was panting and running through the meadows, and the sword turned into a crutch in his hand, and he limped with it—almost ten miles! For a nobleman in his fifties who usually doesn't exercise much, he is tired and panicked when he walks in the past, not to mention wearing a chain mail that weighs dozens of pounds. This was the main reason why Prince Edward placed his camp near 10 miles opposite the coalition forces. If it is farther away, those knights who have no horses can't walk, what else are they fighting?

As for why he didn't ride a horse, of course, he didn't want the enemy to find out. They're there for a sneak attack! Of course, you can't go with a high head. Moreover, the large camp of the coalition army was strong, with wooden fences, horses and deer, and it was not possible to rely on cavalry to charge hard.

"Count, let me hold you." A knight subordinate to the Earl of Cornwall stepped forward to help the panting old man.

"you!" The Count shook his fist and smacked him, "I'm not at the point where I can't walk!" ”

The old earl was no longer able to walk, but it was not good to have people on the battlefield to support him, and it would be detrimental to his prestige if he was seen—the knightly army was a bit like bandits and bandits who had been put together on a makeshift basis, each with its own mountain. It's hard to discipline with strict discipline. It can only be commanded by the prestige of the big boss. What prestige can an old guy who can't walk on the road and let people help him go into battle? How can you command more than 3,000 knights?

"How far is it?" The valiant old count gasped and asked.

"It's coming, it's coming......" replied the knight.

"They didn't find us, did they?"

"Didn't find it!" The knight said, "The camp of the Seris is dark, and it seems that all the people are sleeping!" ”

The old earl breathed a sigh of relief. As if saying to himself, "It must be like this...... Who would have thought that the knights of England would launch an indisputable sneak attack? Such a thing should only be done by the barbarians of the East! ”

"It's here, it's here!" Someone shouted in the darkness. "Ahead is the enemy's rejection!"

The Count hurriedly shouted: "Stop advancing, move out of the ...... of rejection"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry. Move away from the rejection! ”

The knights shouted and started in chaos - the age of knights in history. It's not for nothing that these Europa masters always like to play "pig charges". These lords are not so much soldiers as sportsmen and underworld leaders. Fencing, equestrianism, swimming, spearmanship, chess (chess) and poetry (there are not many people in this club) they can all make do, and some of them are very proficient.

But they were not organized soldiers, and when they fought, they generally did not form various units that were convenient to command—that was the only thing that mercenaries could do, and the old men would either line up in a so-so formation and charge on horseback, or they would compete in martial arts alone. A sneak attack at night or something, in the eyes of the knights, is just a group fight. The big guys are outnumbered and powerful, and they move the deer, the horses and so on, clearing a way to attack, and making an unknown amount of movement. But the camp not far away was still silent, as if he didn't notice it.

These Seris are sleeping so deeply! Some of the knights felt that something was wrong. But I don't know who to talk to? Most of the people were excited, and when they saw that the obstacles were almost cleared, they drew their swords and shouted and rushed with their heads covered. It was about to rush into a shallow trench ahead.

And at this moment, countless stars and fires suddenly flashed in the vast night opposite. Discovered? This fire is ......

The Chinese passwords, which the knights did not understand, sounded one after another: "Rifle - shoot!" ”

The aftermath of the password was still echoing, and behind the barracks of the coalition forces in front, two rows of large and small flashes suddenly flashed, one high and one low! The knight who was charging with his head covered, as if he had been suddenly struck by lightning, trembled and fell down in a large area. The screams were uncontrollable. On the battlefield, there is a fallen knight everywhere. But these knights are also ruthless. Although something was wrong, no one turned around and fled, still shouting Meng Chong!

What if it's discovered? They have already rushed to the enemy's camp, and if you rush again, victory will be in hand!

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Suddenly there were a few more dazzling fires ahead, followed by a roar that almost made the earth tremble.

These are six 3-inch field guns firing! It's a terrible shotgun! Hundreds of steel balls, driven by the thrust of the explosion of H medicine, were like hundreds of flying death scythes, covering the charging English knights like raindrops. Immediately they were cut down like wheat, piece by piece!

The old hero, the Earl of Cornwall, led the charge, and although he was not in the first row, he was still relatively far ahead. The platoon gun shot just now didn't hit him, and someone used it as a meat shield in front of him. But this time the shotgun bombardment hit him squarely! A steel ball swept through his shoulder, not a hole, but an entire part of his limbs, including flesh and bones, along with chain mail, shattered completely!

"Oh God! What did I do? ”

The old hero fell on the blood-soaked grass and dyed red, and the severe pain hit him one after another, and his life had come to an end, but he still looked ahead unwillingly. There were no more knights standing, and the human bodies lay on the ground, most of them still rolling in pools of blood, letting out bursts of desperate screams.

At this moment the shouts of killing rang out, and the old hero could barely understand that it was German—there was no German in the later sense of the word, but only a dialect of some part of Germany. The old hero distinguishes the accents of the Black Forest and Switzerland.

It was the Black Forest and Swiss mercenaries – and unlike the scenes often seen in later English People's Republic films, in the 13th century there was no such thing as a tidal wave of Ming armies coming up from the Atlantic to conquer England. The Ming army in this era was too small, and there were too many places that they needed to occupy and conquer, and they could not control England at all.

In fact, the war against England was waged entirely under the auspices of the Viceroyalty of the Atlantic. The Fourth Military Department of the Ming Dynasty did not learn of the outbreak and end of the war until a few months later.

And on the battlefield on the banks of the Thames, all the Chinese combined, less than 200 people, only a few officers and a company of artillerymen. It was the Aztecs who shot just now, and now it is the Swiss and Black Forest mercenaries who charge.

"I am your emperor!" The old hero looked at the tide of mercenaries and shouted with all his last strength - although he had only three votes in favor, he was also crowned emperor, barely the Holy Roman Emperor, and Switzerland and the Black Forest were both part of the Holy Roman Empire.

Unfortunately, the mercenaries only knew that there was a mark but did not know that there was an emperor (the Holy Roman Empire had not had an emperor for more than ten years), and a former farmer from the Swiss mountains found the "three-sevenths emperor" lying on the ground, and without thinking about it, he stabbed it with the spear in his hand.

"Finally dead...... the pain came from the mouth of his heart, the old hero knew that he was going to die, when all the strength in his body was gone, and his body was obviously cold, the last thought in his heart was: "I am a sinner in England!" My recklessness has cost me three thousand six hundred knights, and they are the best knights! Now we can only count on Edward to work miracles......"

"Prince! The Earl of Cornwall seems to have been defeated! ”

"Prince! What now? ”

"The shouts and torches are getting closer, shall we retreat?"

On the plain, not far from the battlefield, Prince Edward of England was riding on a tall warhorse, neatly draped and holding his head high. In front of him, a full 5,000 longbowmen and an equal number of pikemen from rural England and Wales had already formed formation. The longbow is in front and the spear is in the back.

Hearing the exclamations of several attendant knights, the prince just smiled coldly: "Why retreat? Tonight's battle has just begun! (To be continued......)