On January 9, 19th, Wanli, on the right bank of the Bordeaux region of Frangienna Province, gunfire burst into the morning mist on the banks of the Dordogne River.

The scout cavalry of Baishan Camp did not expect Marshal Billon to come so quickly, and the French King's Army did not expect the Ming army's scouts to go so far.

The place where the battle took place was one hundred and twenty miles away from Bordeaux. When the scouts and the scouts met, they opened the prelude to a war with gunfire.

On the evening of the 12th day later, on the north bank of the Dordogne River, forty-five miles west of the scouts' encounter, a large group of French royal soldiers were arranged and arranged. They laid blue flags on the bank of the river.

It was closer to Bordeaux than the location where the scouts fought, but it was obvious that the commander had no intention of crossing the river through the stone bridge.

Because their scouts had known for a long time that there was basically no hidden in the woods on the other side of the river. Teams of black slave soldiers who should only appear in the New World but don’t know where they are waiting.

They don't need to hide, and they are indeed not easy to discover in dusk.

Two hours ago, more than a dozen knights who arrived first carried the flag and passed the stone bridge arrogantly, and were immediately beaten by rows of cold guns in the forest.

There is also an objective reason that restricts the march. At this time, Europe, except Italy, did not have any roads and bridges specially built for military passage. These things are all used for civilian purposes. Therefore, during wartime, the army needed to build pontoon bridges and roads, and after the army passed, everything was restored to its original state... because the wood of the pontoon bridge was taken away.

Especially at this time, France, which had been war for many years, had no funds to do this. It would take Louis XIV a hundred years later to truly appear.

What greeted Wang Jun was Yang Ce and his pirate troops.

Yang Ce, who came from behind, saw a sissy army from the telescope.

Two large infantry formations, soldiers with poor clothes and miserable faces, and they looked like they had nothing but scars.

Some people don't even have scars.

Gray jackets and shirts, either red or green thin-legged pants and pointed-toe shoes, about one-third of soldiers in each square array were wearing medrons, and one-third of infantry had inferior breastplate on their chests.

In the front several companies, they all looked veterans, and their clothes looked much straight and more uniform. They finally had decent breastplates or plate armor and not so sissy boots.

Yang Ce held a telescope and defined them as "elite". Chen Jiujing told him that in Europa, if some soldiers could wear uniformly colored military uniforms, they would be elite, at least it means wealth.

This is especially true for France, which has been intermittently for more than 20 years. This is probably their poorest time.

Others on the other side of the river could not let Yang Ce look at it with a playful look. Hundreds of iron-clad men riding tall horses in the military formation were walking around the military formation, and the dusk shone brightly on their armor. Most of the cavalry had the same clothes and plate armor.

He was sure that all he saw was part of the enemy cavalry.

At the front of the battle formation, it seemed that more than one hundred cannons were pushed by artillery cars in a row, and the visual effect was extremely shocking.

Yang Ce could not confirm whether some of them belonged to artillery in the conventional sense, because he had never seen a flat cannon car that seemed to weld more than a dozen gun barrels together; except for those strange things, the most were the Fran cannons he was familiar with, which were not very large in diameter, but their scale of use must be very suitable for field combat.

There are several huge stone-firing cannons that Yang Ce could not determine in number, which were probably around ten.

Then there were endless farmers and baggage teams camping, and it seemed that they were planning to sleep on the other side of the river for at least one night.

"It's not easy to mess with."

Yang Ce shook his head, held the trunk and greeted the officers of the South China countries around him, and ordered: "Tell me my order and let the two thousand households in the west and east retreat to Pocheng with their troops. This should be the main force of the French army, and we are also preparing to retreat."

"Don't fight? What if they try to pursue, they have too many cavalry."

"Do you only see their cavalry?" Yang Ce curled his lips and said, "Did you see those artillery? You can level the woods through the river bank... I originally wanted to come here to pick up a bargain, don't lose your life without picking up a bargain, let's go."

"rest assured!"

Yang Ce dragged Changyin and smiled at his subordinates: "Look at your soldiers, can you see them? The same goes for the enemy. They dare not fight with us at night. We will leave when it gets dark and tell every little flag that I am optimistic about my soldiers and no one will fall behind."

The first confrontation between the two armies ended with the African army hiding in the forest, killing and injuring twelve enemies. That night, they lined up and followed the soldiers in front of them and walked step by step along the small southwest of the road. After walking twenty miles before raising the torch.

If the first battle ends with the time when the torch lights up, it should be that the French lose seven people and Yang Ce loses sixty-eight people. In the hour after that, twelve small flags reported that their team had one or two more people.

Finally, when Yang Ce rushed to sleep outside the right bank of Bordeaux the next night, he had fifty-four soldiers under him who didn't know where they went.

After seven hours of his retreat, a knight on the riverside bridge arrived at the south bank with a big flag and letters, but he was in vain. In fact, Marshal Bilong was still on the march road at this time.

Last winter, the Wang Jun sent a dozen recruiting teams composed of captains, sergeants and drummers to come late. The complex roads and long-distance marches caused many horse and ox carts to break on the road. They tempted the salary, pardoned criminals, forced recruitment and deceiving soldiers to fill the rear as a supplementary force, and they brought endless troubles with the baggage troops.

The recruiter came late with his soldiers who had just learned how to carry spears. Most of the soldiers who had gathered in the previous recruiter had already run away. The cattle transporting food were killed by deserters and eaten meat. Several heavy artillery trucks were broken on the road. The big fool who smoked lit the powder barrel and blew everyone around him to death.

Everything made Marshal Billon and his staff very busy.

On the other side of the battlefield, General Chen, who had successfully entered the city, had just gotten into the warm little bed. After listening to Yang Ce's report, he sweated coldly all over. He made the soldiers unload seventy-six light and heavy artillery from the warship overnight, and sent 400 rockets to each of the Baishan Camp's 100 Household Departments.

In the two days after that sleepless night, Baishan Camp, Xiyong Camp, Toledo Legion and the Restoration Army, they dug out trenches on the left bank of Bordeaux in their own ways, and drove Yangce's fleet into the Gironde River along the mouth of the sea to drive into the Dordogne River, which is its tributary, and the Jinnon River, which divides the city of Bordeaux into two.

Just as Chen Jiujing taught Queen Margaret, the war is fierce and dangerous.
Chapter completed!