Don't be fooled by the game.

There is no slope in front of them to slow down the opponent. And it didn't rain the other day. The ground is in good condition -- in such a condition. At a distance of five hundred meters, it took less than half a minute for the improved Tomahawk cavalry to rush - and the effective range of the longbow was not that far at all - the farthest and farthest could be shot four hundred meters away - and it was basically lethal at that time.

As for the average English longbowman, 300 meters ** cloth armor, 200 meters ** leather armor, 100 meters ** chain armor, within fifty meters...... Uh, sorry, longbowmen can't shoot through plate armor, thanks.

There are only three arrows in battle. In this way, Sanya is already a lot.

In this way, the English longbowmen tried their best, completely ignoring the percentage of hits, and desperately pulled their bows on the winding - of course, their speed was also remarkable, with an average of five seconds - and of course I was talking about the situation of free scatter. If it's a dense build-up, it's going to be slower.

Four arrows.

The first arrow fired was nearly negligible in terms of lethality. The rest of the three arrows...... In the second round, the knight's shield made a slight clanging sound. In the third round, there was a muffled grunt and the screams of the horses - but not enough to kill them. It was only in the last round that some of the horses hung up tragically - one of them was shot in the eye, the leather blindfold was not well defended, and the arrow appeared to have been shot directly into the brain......

In this way, with four rounds of continuous firing, the first column lost a dozen of a hundred improved Tomahawk cavalry, and the remaining one rushed towards the line of defense built by heavily armed spearmen and longbowmen......

The legendary improvised horse-repelling stake, which was hailed by the English longbowmen with great hope - because the lower head was also pointed, it could be pierced into the ground with a single force - however, even so, when fighting cavalry...... In any case, it can't be said that it is useless......

Indeed, if a horse were sentient and saw such a sharp wooden stake that seemed to hurt when it was stuck in its body, it would probably turn around and flee.

However, the world's most despicable and shameless race has invented two props in order to help one of humanity's friends, horses, overcome their timidity. One of them is an eye patch - when charging, there is a special eye patch for horses to cover the eyes of the horses. So he can't see it -- and the other one, the Spurs. Load the back of the iron boots, and when you want to accelerate, you can raise your leg and stab it to cut a bloody hole in the horse. Immediately after that, the War Horse Club ran forward desperately like a nervous disorder.

Above.

Egil is such a scumbag surname. Naturally, the heavy cavalry under his command was no better. Naturally, there were two pieces of pit daddy equipment - and the heavy tomahawk cavalry in the first row laughed twice when they saw the equipment on the other side, and their bodies immediately stuck to the horse's back, followed by a spur stroke. I almost took a couple of taels of meat. The horses that sat down let out a wail, and the speed was noticeably quicker—after which the improved tomahawk cavalry slammed into the stakes of the horses. The huge impact force made the horse rejection stake pierce into the front chest of the war horse at once, and at the same time uprooted it. Huge clouds of mud and sand slammed into the face of the almost frightened heavy shield-spearman standing opposite. The horse let out a last wail. Still carried forward by his usual surname, he rushed forward for some distance. The cavalry spears in the hands of the tomahawk cavalry pierced a stupid-looking hoplite spearman at once. That's it.

No, it should be said, it's not over yet. In the first column eighty improved Tomahawk cavalry horses hung up. The cavalry above was also smashed, and after the second column of tomahawk cavalry roared again. Crashed directly into the shield wall. This time, the casualties of the heavy spearmen were gone - those standing in the first row were directly pierced by the carbines, and at the same time they were hit seventy yards. And the second row is slightly decreasing, fifty yards, and the third row is thirty yards. In an instant, the heavily armed spearmen of the dense array suffered a big loss, and the battle line collapsed in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, the tomahawk cavalry of the third column, and even the fourth and fifth columns did not charge, but chose a straggler formation, frantically pursuing the collapsed second array of England, an array composed of heavy spearmen and longbowmen.

"Failed......" At this moment, Alfred sighed softly as he watched his own army slashing and killing indiscriminately as he chased the north, thinking in his heart that his tactics seemed to have failed.

But defeat is defeat - although the war has been fought twice in a row, thousands of men have been lost, and morale has dropped considerably - Alfred still did not appear too flustered.

"Knight, charge. ”

With Alfred's order, all the knights of England, royal knights, noble knights, knights, knights, apprentice knights, knights, knights, knights, knights, etc., etc., etc......., etc. All the knights, who had horses, armor, and spears, numbered nearly eight hundred, and rushed out with their men, who were close to two thousand.

This is Alfred's killer feature, which gathers the essence of war throughout England, and embodies the powerful mobilization power of the ancient feudal system: a total of nearly 3,000 hoplites!!

When you are not sure how you can outperform your opponent's cavalry with your own infantry, don't think about it. Decisively dispatch the cavalry in your hands, and that's it.

And more numerically.

Egil whistled and looked at the weather, and at this moment, after the previous two attacks, it was almost afternoon...... Well, three o'clock?

Egil felt like he was going to have to exchange a pocket watch or something.

It's late afternoon - but because it's summer, there's still plenty of light. So the light and shadow work very well - the sun rises in the east and sets in the west or something. The two sides are arrayed in the south and the north, and there will be no such tragic reason for defeat as the sun shining on its eyes - therefore.

Egil sighed softly, and then ordered a total of more than four hundred improved tomahawk cavalry to quickly withdraw after hearing the bells of their own army.

"Well, it's a good way to control the army with sound. If you have the chance, you should learn it. At this moment, the other two people next to Egil started thinking again, ready to knock on the side to see if they could take advantage of Egil. Of course, it looks like they are doomed to disappointment. The ability to use rhythms, horns, bells and drums as signals to control the army was completely absent from Egil - he was just giving orders, and what he was really doing was the knights of the guards assigned to him by the system - to be precise, all the soldiers in the system could understand it.

At this moment, the two dwarf and Scotsman commanders naturally did not know this—but their behavior could be called a serious slippage.

As for victory, cut, didn't you see that our hoplites were in a tight array, just waiting for the other side to crash into it?!

Alfred is not Egil. It does not use the more high-end tactics of cavalry taking turns to charge into battle. His psychology is still stuck in the simple and primitive state of "the more the merrier". And those knights who were like hot-blooded idiots naturally couldn't make a correct judgment - just like that, a total of thousands of heavy cavalry, rushed towards the coalition front in a scattered formation.

However, despite this, despite the look of the mess. But after all, it was 3,000 heavy cavalry, heavy cavalry with chain mail on their bodies and heavy cavalry spears in their hands, bastards! I saw the cavalry rushing closer and closer. William Wallace, opposite Egil, couldn't sit still and ran straight down the bell tower and climbed the two-meter-high courtyard wall. Then he jumped down in one breath, brandished the great sword in his hand, and shouted: "Long live Scotland!!!!"

In an instant, the Scottish Highland pikemen in the middle lane gained an extremely strong morale bonus. The front that had been shaken by the might of the opposing England Iron Cavalry instantly returned to normal.

"So, the skill of boosting morale, to put it bluntly, is to make a fool die. Egil chuckled, unimpressed.

Immediately afterward, the English Iron Cavalry rolled forward, although occasionally a man was flipped on his back by Norwegian crossbowmen and dwarven crossbowmen. But the other knights completely ignored such an attack and continued to move forward, forward...... And then forward.

At this moment, Egil couldn't help but think of the extra-long spear phalanx that Count Felix had temporarily arranged when he was a small man under Count Felix a few months ago, when facing the roaring chainmail cavalry......

The past was like smoke, and Egil sighed a little. Also slipped on the battlefield.

At this moment, the war instantly entered the white heat, cavalry vs infantry, infantry vs cavalry. The whole day of war was almost entirely fought around this subject. Prior to this, the infantry of England had tragically failed. I don't know what this will be......

Well, at this moment, seeing that a large number of spear shafts were broken in the middle lane, and the seriously wounded men and horses were screaming dying. and the nearly collapsed first column of Scottish, dwarven super-long spear formations, Egir sighed slightly, and then shook his head. After that, he muttered in a very sad and helpless tone:

"Won. ”

Because the first column, dead, and the second column. And at this moment, the impact of the cavalry has been used up......

The first column, with a total of nearly 2,000 pikemen, was formed into five rows, both the dwarven chamber guards and the Scottish mountain pikemen, all of whom were brave and fierce first-class warriors - however, even so, they were still at a disadvantage in the face of the continuous charge of the English iron cavalry.

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