No one knows how the Swiss Army was defeated.

The endless sound of explosions came from the front line of the battle, and the Ming army bird gunners who were waiting for the battle did not see any figure walking out of the smoke.

On the contrary, the shield front belonging to the Workers' Flag Army was the first to enter the smoke of gunpowder.

Their shields were crookedly inserted with prefabricated fragments, and even a few bird guns-armored cotton armors standing in the first row were cut by the fragments to reveal the compact and tough iron-inserted cotton layer inside. The heavy winter thick soap boots stole the land, and the tragic purgatory hit the souls of every Ming soldier.

This is always the insight that routine training cannot bring to them.

The Swiss infantry who just launched the charge at them?

Less than a hundred people who could escape back and forth. The soft trombone had already been extinguished. The largest battle flag was still standing on the battlefield. The legion's flag officer maintained his mission until his death, holding the battle flag tightly, but the shrapnel that had crossed his throat made him angry for a long time.

Compared to the soldiers who fell to the ground and wailed, it was a great blessing to be reincarnated and reincarnated in a clean and neat way. Fortunately, the flag army that rushed forward did not let them wait too long.

The huge movement here attracted everyone's attention. On the other hand, France was reorganized again and prepared to step forward to recruit the military formation and broke out on a large-scale escape immediately... The nobles were able to reorganize soldiers after the collapse, and they could no longer perform the second reorganization.

The nobles all ran away, who else can gather the morale of the square soldiers again?

Most people didn't even know what was going on over there. The last scene they saw was that the Swiss army was finally standing in front of the Ming army under repeated attacks by the "Chinese gun". They launched a charge, but no one could hear the Swiss roar because the roar was obscured by the sound of muskets that rang out quickly.

Then? No one knows what the hell was shot in the Ming army's musket.

The Swiss Army exploded.

This is how Mathion reported to Paris, saying that the Swiss Army had exploded.

Marshal Matiweng, who led the elite knights across the battlefield to try to seize the "Ming Army artillery", only saw the messy footprints and the camping tent that had been temporarily camped out. By the way, there were also a few Spanish donkeys that had not been driven away, wearing red cotton jackets, as if mocking him.

When he came to his senses, he knew that he had lost his life, and immediately ordered the knights to launch an attack on the Ming army behind... The picture that impressed him the deepest impression on him was that the thin horizontal formations of the left-wing Ming army opened fire together, and the musket fired bullets that would explode to tear the Swiss army apart. This scene forced the knights to nail the four hooves to the ground and could not move.

After the smoke from the front line dissipated, a large group of Swiss Army soldiers disappeared.

It cannot be said that they disappeared, but no one could stand up anymore. The light-armed infantry behind them died miserably. After eating rockets during the attack, they fell down. The heavy-armed soldiers in front were not much better. Even though they had breastplate or even half-body armor, it seemed that these things did not play their due role at all.

Now the heavily armored infantry were lying on the ground with their broken legs and crawling towards the direction they came with their arms. Marshal Matiweng finally knew the reason why the Ming army added a short sword at the muzzle.

The fleeing French recruiting soldiers could not run away with their legs and four hooves. The Jurchen heavy cavalry, who had been waiting for a long time, swung their flails and golden gourds between them, strolling in the garden and knocking down one enemy after another.

Especially those walking knights, wearing armor and shields, they run much slower than others. They lose the support of the spearmen and cannot fight against armored cavalry with one-handed swords or other short weapons. Even if these Jurchen warriors are not superb in riding skills and still swing their long-handed flails on their hands, they have the second and third chance to swing their weapons.

The walking knights were hit by a second and third chances of being hit by huge weapons.

Most of their pistols were emptied when the army fled. Dropting shields and weapons would make them run faster, but they might not be able to survive longer than the stubborn ones. At least before the Wang Youlin's flag army arrived later, it was indeed difficult for the Jurchen cavalry who lacked muskets and impact weapons to kill them.

Teamwork is required.

When Wang Youlin arrived at the battlefield, the arrogant French knights could be seen everywhere in the sky to fight against the Iron Pagoda of Kangulu. Some people threw them with a scoop, some people turned down from the horse's back and waved their weapons in close combat. Some even threw down their weapons when there were many powers, some people pressed their legs and some pulled their arms, and finally lifted their face armor and handed them in an axe.

There were hundreds of serfs in the whole village in France, and there were kingdoms who paid salaries to the standing army knights. The knights who had been proficient in martial arts and weapons for thirty years went onto the battlefield. In the end, they were taken away by several fishermen and hunters who grew up in the old forests of white mountains, black waters, and illiterate.

It's much more affliction than dying at the muzzle of the Beiyang Banner Army.

Matiweng's retreat was an accident for himself and was expected by Yuan Zizhang. From the beginning, he led the knights to the hills. Although Yuan Zizhang was a little confused, he thought that the enemy general might have planned to leave the soldiers and flee.

Later, Matiweng ran away and led two hundred knights to the south, Jurchen Armored Cavalry, but could not catch up. A day later, he received a notice from the bridgehead. A small number of defenders used fortifications to defend Matiweng's attack, killing seven knights, and injuring them. At night, the knights led their horses to swim across the river to the other side.

The French army corps on the east coast also began to retreat on a large scale. On the fourth day of the battle, Ding Hai, the owner of Dingjiazhuang, asked the riders who were sending information to the front line to inform Yuan Zizhang, who returned to the bridgehead to rest and replenish supplies, and Rochefort City requested unconditional surrender to the Ming army.

Of course, there is another request for unconditional surrender. In view of the serious famine and disease in Rochefort's city, the Ming army requested that after surrender, it would be distributed 3,000 stones of rice and grain to the residents in the city and sent doctors to treat the disease and save the patient.

Yuan Zizhang refused without thinking and sent someone to tell Ding Hai that he would tell Chen Jiujing of Baishan City that he would only care about fighting and governing the place.

It’s not that he couldn’t understand that he had the effect of buying horse bones with a thousand gold coins, but he was really willing but not enough. Three thousand stones of rice and grain were about to catch up with his bidding for one month’s food. His headquarters consumed food and grass until last month, and Baishan City would have to support him. If this war hadn’t been fought, there wouldn’t be enough food.

Now I have just robbed French military supplies twice and obtained hundreds of trucks of military rations and military supplies, but it is not time to burn the bags.

The key was that they didn't care about it. This battle was the first time that the Ming army had experienced the power of throwing grenades on the front line, so that Xu Jin and hundreds of households retreated from the battlefield to the bridgehead and couldn't sleep at night, thinking repeatedly whether they had thrown too many grenades in a short battle.

The impact of the three hundred grenades continuously exploded on the front line made the front-row engineers still confused for several days after the battle, and the corpses of the enemy wounded soldiers were blown up so hard that they were deeply damaged.
Chapter completed!