From the end of the fifteenth to the end of the sixteenth century.

There are almost no cavalry in the world who can charge head-on under the same number of conditions to defeat a cavalry team composed entirely of feudal knights in Western Europe.

The reason is not much related to plate armor. No matter which country the heavy cavalry of the same era belongs to, their protection capabilities are basically immune to most sharp weapons, even Genghis Khan's armored cavalry three hundred years ago.

Mainly in horses, the horses of Western European knights are huge in size and are a war horse that focuses on the short-distance tactical ability between fiefdoms and fiefdoms, and have the advantage of dominance in charge.

However, under normal circumstances, no one would be so crazy that he formed such a huge cavalry team.

Under the normal system, except Europe, who would gather hundreds or even thousands of low-level officers together to launch a charge?

But this did happen in England.

Just like the Bali Bridge in another time and space.

The knights experienced the shooting of rockets and artillery shells, and the formation was chaotic, and many people were dismissed. In the chaos, the Ming cavalry galloped from the central army in a dense formation.

They were in order, and they were jogging quietly in very neat formations, riding strong war horses, and there was no mess at all when changing formations in groups. People could not hear any command orders or follow the military bands around the cavalry.

Just like the burning clouds approaching the horizon in the evening, everything was silent. Except for the cold eyes behind the iron-faced armor, only the deep sound of horse hooves echoed on the battlefield.

Fifty steps away, a sudden shout from the trotting cavalry formation, and everything was suddenly accelerated. Several cavalry teams of order were like iron cavalry walls that were rushing towards the gap of their own artillery teams, stepping on the dying war horses that were knocked to the ground, and rushed to the fearful knights with their iron spears.

They have clear division of labor and they are neat and neat.

The best Beiyang cavalry can accurately use the spear grid to open the weapons swinged by the walking knight within two steps, and then use the rebang to pass the spear into the knight's butt.

Such people often use their stunning skills to join the army; more riders use very solid rushing, poking their spears on their armor and knocking them over, leaving them to make up for a hammer for the robe with a bone behind them.

No matter how good the armor and skills are, they cannot offset the advantages of cavalry against infantry, formation against scattered soldiers, and more people against few people.

As long as they were hit, what awaited them was endless blows, and they hit their helmets again and again with the horse's stance, like stuffing themselves into the Tower of London bell tower, twitching and banging.

In the endless staggering, there is always a blow that can knock people down until they can never stand up again.

After the knights' offensive was blocked, the Matsuo Camp Miao Roquois infantry launched the most terrifying charge against the advancing British infantry.

They strictly followed the Beiyang infantry warriors popular in Makino, saying they were charging, but their speed was not fast, and they just walked forward with mighty strodes.

If it were just a large shield and long sign in hand and a large crossbow carrying a man's arm span, it would not make all the English infantrymen on the opposite side carrying Dutch Spanish heavy muskets on their shoulders terrified that they actually carried guns!

The tiger squat cannons that were stuck in front of the formation were pulled up by each team in three very simple steps. Two strong winding hands carried the fifty-pound cannon barrel, and the other carried the wooden box containing the loose tube, the tiger's claws and claw nails, and took big steps forward.

This scene made the Radish Army musketeers feel heartfelt fear.

They were hiding behind heavy infantry just now, and most of them did not directly suffer artillery attacks, but they could see clearly since they advanced to the army that these small cannons bombarded the heavy knights at close range without any power to fight back.

Now these cannons are coming to me.

No matter how afraid they are, they still have to follow the sound of bagpipes, although it is difficult to hear the tone of their own military music under the suppression of the military music from the Ming army.

The claw nails of the tiger squat cannon and the heavy convex gun fork fell to the ground almost at the same time, and the induction medicine on both sides was also close to each other and the closer battlefield was once again occupied by smoke.

The overwhelming heavy musket bullet penetrated the long card and hit the Makino camp soldiers behind them. The people in front fell down, the people in the middle dragged away, and the people in the back made up.

The front line became thinner and thinner until the tiger squat cannon in front of the formation was set off.

This time, the tiger squat cannon no longer pursues close-range killing.

In the overwhelming rain of bullets, Makino Camp, who was always showing off a dense array of lines, finally launched a squad-like cluster charge. The Miao Luoqu warriors from each array pulled out the Miao knife around their waists under the protection of their shield hands, and carried a long mark and short spear to attack the British musketeers who were suppressed by the scattering bullets.

After being shot by the tiger squat cannon, the musketeer, who was stalking for a while, was shot by the tiger squatting cannon, all three brigades were ringing all over the ground and calling their mother... Almost no one was killed seriously, but they couldn't resist the pain.

The musketeers in Europe are a very magical force, because the lords will not train these people, and they even want to recruit musketeers to die if they participate in a battle, so that they do not have to pay the next salary.

Even his status is far inferior to that of the crossbowman in the past mail era.

Whether it is a archer, a crossbowman, or even all swords, spears, or guns, having weapons does not mean anything. Using a weapon's skills can determine the effect of a weapon in battle. These weapons are consumables.

Muskets are different. Anyway, there are very few shooters who can accurately hit things thirty meters away in the environment of Europe lacking gunpowder. When a person dies, he will just take a farmer to teach him how to load medicine. Basically, he can reach the level of a previous muskets in three days.

The combat power is still there. Whenever the blind cat meets a dead mouse and kills an opponent's pedestrian knight or heavy infantry in the battle, the transaction will be profitable without any loss.

This is actually the most popular reason why the Spanish are in the European mercenary industry today. When they go out to recruit the Spanish Legion, their salary is half higher than others.

These days, Spanish soldiers are synonymous with veterans.

Their extremely limited training focus is on how to line up, recharge gunpowder and accurately fire up the muskets, and the armor is even more unthinkable.

A Spanish shooter who is guarding Milan can wear a high-top helmet even if he is a rich man among the musketeers.

The tiger squatted cannon hits this kind of naked man without armor.

It hurts so much. I was blinded and my head was bleeding. I almost made them rush to the nearest teams, and they had no power to fight back. They became ghosts under the knife one by one.

Arranged for one morning and opened for half an hour.

The knights were almost gone in the formation, and the musketeers were killed and fled, and they brought down the heavy infantry and light infantry phalanxes whose morale was already shaking. Count Robert Dudley had no choice but to order a retreat.
Chapter completed!