There aren't many of the most taunted classes on the battlefield, and the Catapult is undoubtedly one of the best, dealing indiscriminate blunt damage when huge rocks rain down. No matter how good the quality of the soldier is, it can only depend on luck when you encounter this unreasonable attack method, and if you hit it head-on, it will usually turn into a meatloaf and stick it to the ground.

Of course, because of scientific and technological reasons, the frequency of catapult attacks is not high, and the accuracy is even more difficult to guarantee, except in the siege war, the effect of deterrence in peacetime is greater than the reality, "dozens of catapults under the command of the Wind Breaker attacked several rounds, and few people were officially stoned to death."

Even so, the attack disrupted Count Abret's arrangement. As a direct descendant of the main French generals at the Battle of Alcukin, Abret's heart was full of pride and fear, and these two completely opposite emotions always surrounded him, causing him to suffer from his heart.

No one knew better than him how powerful the French heavy cavalry led by his grandfather across Europe was. Over the years, he has also been determined to restore the former glory of his family, and the three thousand "noble heavy horses" under his command can be regarded as the elite trained by him.

Each of the lads was an honorary knight who had slain several opponents in several wars, and was equipped with the last of his family's possessions and heritage, equipped with a war horse from Parthia and a Roman iron spear, but even so, he still did not forget the scene described by his grandfather.

"Countless brave knights rushed forward and attacked the British position, each of them a fearless warrior of pride and honor, but a rain of arrows flew from the sky and attacked them indiscriminately, and the range of nearly four hundred and fifty yards made it impossible to resist such a blow from the sky......"

"The British longbowmen had no concept of aiming at all, the target of their shooting was the sky, and as the arrows were shot high into the air with a tension of one hundred and fifty pounds by the bow body made of purple shirts, the lethality in the process of natural descent was greater than that of flat fire, and the speed of fifteen arrows per minute made the dense rain of arrows never stop, and the fearless warriors did not have a chance to wield their weapons, and these vile arrows pierced through the heavy plate armor and became dust in the dirt......"

"Don't try to storm the longbowmen who are preparing for the enemy, their arrows are stuck in the ground at any time, and when they do, the best option is to retreat immediately, you can't win, or even achieve a little result, all sacrifices are worthless......"

The elder Abret's life was spent in fear. For the rest of his life, from an invincible cavalry commander to an old man who could not hear the word "bow and arrow", the only thing left of value was such a small tactical manual full of babbling, and it was only in the moments before the temporary moment that he finally came to his senses and solemnly gave this manual to his grandson, who inherited his title and position, before he died a miserable death in his hospital bed.

Such a warrior who once had supreme glory did not even have an obituary, and was finally buried in a small corner of the family cemetery in a hurry, and his name was not even left on the epitaph, so it was lost in history.

Right now, the fate of the family seems to be repeating itself, and it is his turn to face the choice of fate again. whether he chose to charge and then fall gloriously in the way of the charge, like his brave father, the choice of a true knight; Still like a mole, he shrunk his head into a hole in the ground, waiting for the judgment of fate, like his once brave grandfather.

It was a difficult decision, especially when he saw the longbowman in the distance, who seemed to have plunged his longarrow into the soft ground in front of him.

"Array, prepare for the enemy, retreat a thousand yards!" Earl Abbright gave the order almost in a roaring voice. There was a commotion among the many noble knights under him, and at this time, charging was the only option for the knights, but Ablet's usual prestige dominated all this, and the heavy cavalry regrouped and retreated backwards to avoid the range of the catapults.

It's a shame!

Retreating without a fight was a blasphemy to the proud noble cavalry, but the obedience of the nobles made it impossible for them to refuse the orders of their commanders, and even the horses under their mounts were constantly panting, and the hooves of the horses were constantly gouging the ground in anger, and some even let out a low roar.

The cavalry was the first to retreat, which was a huge blow to the morale of the infantry. The crossbowmen, who had just maintained the integrity of their formation when the catapult slammed in, also began to retreat, and the cuirassiers on both wings involuntarily kept up with the pace of this retreat.

As soon as they retreated, the morale of the French army was suddenly lost, and at first it was an orderly retreat, but then it became a rout of the whole army, even Ablett himself could no longer control the sergeants under his command, and could only watch them rush in the direction of the city of Paris.

The two armies faced each other, and the moment they had not officially started fighting, they had already won and lost, which made Edward and other participants embarrassed?

With the current strength to fight against 100,000 British troops? How is this different from looking for death?

Edward III made a lot of calculations, but he never took into account that the famous historical general Abright in France was so: hastily arranging a formation against the enemy is already a taboo, and retreating without a fight is a failure among the defeats.

Even so, in the face of the British army on the opposite side of the army step by step, if you want to ensure the relative integrity of the military system of the plot forces, you still need someone to fill the position, and this work undoubtedly fell on Zhao Gao's "strong man" army formation!

In other words, it is to ask Zhao Gao to pay for this strategic mistake!

How dare people not bow their heads when they are under the eaves? No matter how much Edward cares about Zhao Gao's status as an "honorary citizen", he must ensure that he retreats safely to the land of the gods. At this time, there is only himself who has the ability to temporarily block the pace of the British army, except for Zhao Gao, so there is actually no other choice for Edward III.

Dead friends don't die poor way, this sentence is very popular in the space, in the land of the gods, it is still the final choice of the participants when necessary, of course it is not good for teammates to die, but it is obviously worse for them to die by themselves.

In the face of this order, Zhao Gao just silently raised his hand, and a large number of "strong men" on the flanks began to throw themselves into the battlefield like moths to fire, blocking the route of the British army's advance. This completely suicidal defense successfully slowed down the advance of the British army, especially with the coverage of the "aura of fortune", which maximized the value of these cannon fodder.

A value-filled but meaningless improvement.

By the time the army had withdrawn into the city of Paris, the battlefield was in shambles. The 20,000 cannon fodder summoned by the "strong men" were all killed, and the more than 12,000 "strong men" who were able to enter the city of Paris were only more than 1,000 crossbowmen, and the rest all fell on this not far road!

Before the war began, Zhao Gao's trump card seemed to have fallen, becoming the weakest of the many pioneers, and even when Edward re-equipped his troops, he no longer paid attention to him, and as for the sacrifice he had just made, it had been selectively forgotten.

The right to speak comes from strength, which can be so naked!

PS: There may be a double shift today.