In fact, the reason why Charlie was confident in fighting this battle was mainly because the memory of his predecessor told him that this was very feasible.

This year is 1746. The predecessor has been engaged in battle since last year. With the courage of the Highland warriors, even at a disadvantage, he can still defeat the English who came to suppress the rebellion.

Now array-type phalanxes are prevalent in the world. All soldiers are equipped with flints and bayonets, and line up to commit suicide just like what is performed on TV.

At this time, the Scottish Highland soldiers, holding shields in their left hand and sword in their right hand, turned into werewolf form. Before the English soldiers could react, they attacked from the flanks and directly disrupted the formation.

This method has been tried and created one victory after another, so when facing the English, everyone, including the Highlanders, was full of confidence.

Of course, not all highland warriors can transform into werewolfs. Only by reaching the level of a primary warrior can they be. Ordinary highlanders are just the same as humans, but they are just more powerful.

Moreover, the time for the first-level warrior to change is limited, three hours a day, while the intermediate-level warrior to transform unlimitedly.

More than two thousand werewolf warriors are the guarantee of his success.

March 6, 1746.

In the spring Scotland region, there are rare clear weather, cloudless and clear sky. In the deep blue sky, the bright sun is trying its best to dissipate heat, but the temperature is still sluggish.

Charlie rode his horse and led all his men to the battle site. From morning to noon, the cold wind blew his handsome face, as if it was cut by a knife.

Among the eight thousand people, there were almost three thousand horses riding, including highland warriors and surrendered Scottish soldiers, most of whom were just wearing a layer of leather armor and had very low defense.

The highland warriors who reached the initial level worked hard to hold the heavy sword and shield in their hands and walked quickly.

The reason why they chose to walk was entirely because they were walking very fast, and ordinary people could only ride horses to catch up.

Therefore, the real march lineup was that Charlie led a group of weak soldiers, including Zizhong, and walked behind, and two thousand werewolf warriors quickly walked forward and led the way. Of course, they did not transform.

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At the forefront was the burly MacDonald Collar, his expression as serious as ever.

"Stop—" He stopped, waved his fluffy right hand and stopped everyone's steps.

I saw rows of red figures lined up in neat formations on the wide plain, holding guns and two-cornered hats, standing upright.

Row after row, neatly tidy, like a tree stump, with no expression on his face.

This is a standard line formation.

"This distance is right, stop!" Based on the experience of fighting against the English on the battlefield, McDonald chose a suitable distance, not far or near.

Charlie behind also followed and expressed satisfaction with the choice of the big collar.

A distance of about five hundred meters, with the range of the smoothbore gun, can have about eight rounds of volleys.

So, what was presented to Charlie:

The red shrimp soldiers in the front row formed three square formations, one protruding in the front and two slightly behind.

Around the square formation, more than a thousand cavalry were ready to go, equipped in an orderly manner, waiting for an opportunity to move.

In the rear, dozens of sharp bronze cannons were facing forward ninety degrees, staring at them covetously.

Looking at the black and slender gun barrels, Charlie couldn't help but frown.

In fact, the English army faced by the predecessor basically had few guns, and this time the elite English army actually owned guns, which was the first time in the poor Scotland.

Riding on horseback, Charlie and Marquis Angus were in parallel, and the eyes of the two were consciously gathering at one point - artillery.

Marquis Angus frowned, his long-standing military literacy told him that these artillery would be their greatest threat.

Charlie was because of his memories in later generations.

In his memory, heavy artilleryism became the main theme of world wars for centuries after Napoleon in the 18th century.

The power of the cannon is definitely stronger than that of the musket, and there is no doubt that the ferocious werewolf may not be able to withstand it.

The killer weapon is no longer effective, this is a very terrible thing.

The highlanders on the side disagreed. Perhaps because they had never seen it, they still looked relaxed, with only the opponent's cavalry and infantry in their eyes.

After the two sides arrived, the Duke of Cumberland, the other side, slowly rode his horse to the center of the two armies with a few attendants.

Charlie was not afraid at all, and walked away with General Angus and the O'Neal Knights.

With a range of up to 100 meters in smoothbore gun, the battle center between the two armies is very safe, which of course makes Charlie feel at ease, and it is still the gentlemanly demeanor that is circulating in Europe.

One of them is that he never aims the gun at the officer.

Of course, although Charlie adhered to the principle of capturing the king first, if he still wanted to stay in the European aristocratic circle, he could only choose to abide by it.

"Da da da da da-" The sound of horse hooves hit the stone, and Charlie was a little nervous.

"Hello, dear Duke of Cumberland!" Charlie sat at the horse and nodded slightly.

"Hello, His Highness Prince Charles, the Great Restor!" Duke Cumberland had a round figure, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he smiled, and looked kind, but when he spoke, why did he deserve to be beaten so much?

"Sir, I hope you don't repeat the results of the previous armies, even if you have to lose at least better!"

Charlie said sarcastically, looking at his round figure and his expression of beating.

"Of course, Your Highness, I am the real prince of the United Kingdom of Britain, so I am naturally different from them! But be careful!"

The Duke of Cumberland did not care at all and continued to maintain his noble demeanor, but this sounded so harsh!

Isn’t this a satirical mockery for being a fake? The Empress’s.

Charlie was a little angry: "My Duke, temporary stealing cannot change anything. Now, I just want to give you a blessing: I hope you can lose better!"

"Wait—"

Leading the horse, Charlie returned the same way. Now he has a very similar feeling to his predecessor's depressed mentality. Others have stole your home and taken away your identity, and they are dazzling every day.

But I could only accept the title of exiled prince in a frustration and was ridiculed by others. This feeling is hard to describe.

He now feels that only by defeating these Englishmen can he feel better.

"Hmph—" Looking at Prince Charlie who was leaving, Duke Cumberland snorted coldly. He became more and more murderous towards the ambitious Charlie in front of him.

This existence, ready to overturn his throne at any time, made his family unable to sleep or eat.

With the return of the commanders of the two armies, the formal battle began.

"Drip, drip, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick..."

Then, the English music drums began to be beaten and followed the established procedures.

"Forward--" The leader of the phalanx standing at the forefront of the team made orders, and then followed the drum beat, spread his thighs and beat him not to move forward.

The English soldiers with a triangular flat hat followed the drum beats and moved forward regularly, with a straight look and orderly look.

Seeing all this, Charlie couldn't help but sigh that the Empire of Sun never set had taken shape at this time, not only the Royal Navy, but also the 6th Army was at the advanced level in the world.

MacDonald looked at the approaching 6th English Army. After seeing Charlie's instructions, he nodded, quickly took off his clothes, and howled loudly towards the sky: "Aowoo--"

"Aowu—" "Aowu—"...

The highland warriors following behind them took off their clothes one by one, exposed their upper bodies, and then their bodies began to mutate.

Charlie stared at the transformation of the Highland Warrior, and it was the first time he had seen him.

I saw that the originally fluttering red color suddenly turned gray-black, and it crawled all over the head, looking like pine needles, hard and sharp.

The canine teeth protrude from the mouth, about twenty centimeters long, like a saber-toothed tiger, Huang Bulaqiu. Although scary, it is really disgusting.

The hair on his body also grew like crazy, about ten centimeters in length, close to his chest, gray-black, dense, as if forming an armor to protect his master.

Their arms and thighs also grew rapidly, their arms and thighs were thick, and their nails became slender and sharp, like small daggers. With a slight stroke, they could take away a life.

However, because of the shield and heavy sword in hand, the claws were quickly closed.

But they were wearing Scottish skirts on their waists, which was indeed a bit ridiculous compared to the werewolf’s appearance.

Simply put, they become wolf-shaped creatures, but they are upright and possess human wisdom.

However, Charlie has seen that the pupils of these werewolfs are red, which is very similar to vampires.

Moreover, these werewolfs also hold shields and heavy swords in their hands, which is very different from the hand-to-hand combat in the movie.

Among them, the most conspicuous one is the MacDonald's big collar. He transformed into a werewolf with the longest teeth, the largest body, the hair is vigorous and bright, and there is a piece of white hair on his chest.

Among the werewolfs, the body close to two meters was sprinting as the leader, which was extremely conspicuous.

The werewolf of two thousand transformed into two strands and rushed to both sides of the English square, preparing to attack from the side.

Generally speaking, the flank is the lifeblood of the square formation.

If the soldiers are not trained properly, when facing flanking attacks, the direction will not be reversed soon, and the entire square will be defeated.

"Is this the Highland werewolf?" The Duke of Cumberland, located in the middle of the army, had a chubby body that could not affect his horse riding, especially on this important occasion.

Looking at the werewolf walking upright, holding shields and heavy swords, they were huge in size, terrifying in appearance, and amazing defense and attack power.

It was sprinting quickly, as if running huge rocks one by one, the earth seemed to be trembling, with extremely powerful power.

"No wonder Sir Hawley failed!" he squinted his eyes and sighed, "But my army is much better than the wastes who stayed in England!"

The horse under his crotch seemed to be frightened, and quickly took a few steps back, shaking all over.

"Huh?" The duke clamped his legs hard, and the retreating horse stopped immediately, and the heat was constantly ejaculated from his nostrils.

"Boom boom boom boom--"
To be continued...