For the horse-riding infantry in the Kingdom of Ailan who followed Ying Ming to fight, no knight could not be solved by a can of fertilizer.

If one can is not thrown accurately, throw another can.

The Kingdom of Ayran has always been affected by hunger. In order to allow the large number of children to have enough food, Irish mothers even endured the stings on the rhizomes of nettles to cook soup from the wild.

Immigrants from the Ming Dynasty brought many seeds and planted potatoes on the land of Ailan in the north of the island. Although they ate too much and made people vomit, people who were afraid of hunger still couldn't help but want to eat it. Collecting fertilizer has also become their great strategy. Everyone should collect their own feces and livestock in fact, this strategy was criticized by Ying Ming. He could not stand every cavalry in the Kingdom of Ailan collected their feces on the boat.

The cabin is not breathable. : :

Therefore, he issued a ban on the ship, not allowing soldiers to collect feces, especially his clay pots.

The predecessors of those clay pots were their supplies, and they were mainly meat and kimchi. As a result, these guys finished their meals and immediately filled the clay pot with manure. Who could bear it?

In fact, these horse-riding infantry were all cavalry, but due to the tradition of the Ailan Kingdom, their cavalry was extremely inefficient in fighting on horseback, and they were different from the tactics of Beiyang cavalry such as Ying Ming, so they were used as horse-riding infantry, allowing them to ride horses and follow them. When they found the enemy, they dismounted and approached in the form of infantry to carry out the mission of cleaning the battlefield.

The roads in western England were not in good condition, with only a wide official road, and most of the other places were fields and wilderness, which provided extraordinary convenience for their ambush.

Using the telescope, he could discover the enemy situation five or six miles away. Due to the blushing military performance of the four lieutenants in Puli County a few days ago, the reinforcements of the surrounding enemy were very strategically and tactical. They could see troops walking around their homes and the rising smoke from cooking fires from afar.

The Beiyang cavalry roared past, and basically the camp and the marching troops were disrupted. The recruits in England were pulled down to the same military level as the infantry in the Kingdom of Ayran, and then they were defeated by the Ayran soldiers who rushed into the camp with more numbers.

Since the first time he met a heavy knight armed to his teeth, Ying Ming revoked the ban issued when he was on the ship, allowing the Ayran soldiers to collect urine and feces. When he saw the heavy knight, he smashed it in the face.

Usually, a knight with excellent martial arts instinctively chooses to swing their big swords with both hands and hammers to block them instead of avoiding them, because they have sufficient confidence in their martial arts.

This kind of self-confidence is very good, which can ensure that the stench splashes everywhere. Almost all knights who suffer this dimensionality reduction strike will be subconsciously stunned. Then they are pushed down by the Alan soldier who is facing the man and inserted into the place where they can be inserted.

In this way, they get a gorgeous set of plate armor that is stained with shit.

However, in fact, there have not been many battles like this. The small nobles in England are generally poor. Under normal circumstances, the Beiyang cavalry can solve the enemy by sprinting spears or hitting the top of the gourd. If it is really not possible, it will take out the flintlock gun and make a clean and neat shot.

Most knights actually cannot reach the extremely high level of protection that needs to be cast by clay pots in equipment.

Since Ying Ming left Puli County, he was simply stirring up the wind and waves in the ocean of happiness for several days.

Some troops, more than a dozen people, were dragged away for several days, but Ying Ming found that they would be wiped out after meeting each other. Some of them had just come out of the village and contributed all the dry food and property they carried. So much so that Ying Ming is now digging holes everywhere in the wilderness west of Plymouth to hide the treasures they have harvested.

Actually, it’s not a treasure. It’s just ugly plate armor, low-quality mail and weapons that are not riveted. The better trophys are worn on the soldiers of the Kingdom of Ayran, and the worse items can only be buried. Anyway, they can’t carry them.

It was not until a unit that came from Cornwall appeared in the sight of the Ming army that Ying Ming's happy journey was finally delayed. The more than 500 troops, the knights, heavy cavalry and light cavalry, were almost caught up with the number of clay pots they had stored, and they did not dare to go up and act in a bad way.

But even if they couldn't beat it, there was still a chance. Ying Ming sent someone to hold a telescope and stare at them from afar, leaving all kinds of traces on the road... The traces of the mass of troops passing by were already very obvious, but for some reason, the enemy just didn't take the bait.

Later, there was no choice but to let Wang Jinzhong take his riders with the ability to ride and shoot and touch the enemy's camp for three miles and shoot the enemy's sentinels to death with bows and arrows.

Even so, they waited until the next day to continue marching and found the corpse next to the corpse path before finally realizing that there might be an enemy. Mobile::

Immediately, two heavy cavalry, light cavalry, and more than 20 infantrymen followed the trail and chased them all the way, and finally successfully ushered in the clay pot that hit the head.

After several days of fighting and harvesting the spoils, the enemy they encountered was as follows: in a small valley, three archers in mail gathered around the campfire to eat barbecue, their longbowers were storing, infantry surrounded from both wings, and six light and heavy riders pulled their horses behind the archers, ready to pursue.

The three archers in strange costumes discovered them from afar, rode a short war horse and planned to escape, the archers fired arrows, and the cavalry chased.

The cavalry didn't chase him far away, and a group of Irish men carrying axes emerged from the forest. They pulled the ropes on the ground and tripped a few of their horses.

Behind them, a team of gorgeously armored cavalry appeared from the other side with their spears, stormed their archers' fronts, and then took out muskets from the horse's back, and their archers and infantry were gone.

The Irish leader several infantry wearing full-body armor and carrying large axes walked towards the knights who had lost their war horses, looking to fight one-on-one with them. The knights under the helmets showed a hideous smile at this scene. No one who practiced martial arts all his life was afraid of such a battle, and they were often the winners, and even the Irish wears the same plate armor as them, the result cannot be changed.

Until the Irish walked in, put the axe on the ground, took out a clay pot from the back and threw it over.

The brave knight was never afraid of such a hidden weapon for throwing. He did not choose to wield the sword and split it. He just stood still and waited for the throwing weapon to hit his face to break through his armor. Nothing could break through to the battle axe, morning star, pistol or mace. He had the best plate armor, and he was wearing armoured clothes under the plate armor. This combination would indeed make him unable to move, but it was effective.

The hidden weapon smashed open on his head, yes, as he thought, unharmed.

But why is it a little smelly? The helmet's eye sockets are still covered with a turbid solid-liquid mixture, which tastes a bit familiar.

The Knight Master sniffed hard, um... it was shit.
Chapter completed!