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Volume 3: Stormy France Chapter 127: Withdraw

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    To capture a thief, capture the king first; to shoot a man, shoot a horse first.

    It sounds simple, but it is quite difficult for these newcomers who have received almost no military training to do this. In fact, the coverage shooting they have achieved now has already cost Catalano a lot of effort.  , as for the three-stage shooting - Catalano learned this trick from the Western Qin crossbowmen, but he has not yet had time for his soldiers to master it.

    Arrows rained down like rain. Most people would be unable to move even an inch against this "rain" that sent chills down their spines. However, the Burgundian cavalry were brave enough to use their flesh and blood to clear a path. The people in front used their bodies to  Covering the people behind, the people behind rode over the corpses of their companions in front and continued to move forward.

    The cavalry was so fast that the Italian crossbowmen on the opposite side only had time to fire one round of arrows.

    "Heavy shields, top up! The crossbowmen retreat." Catalano's adjutant immediately ordered.

    Due to the urgency of time, the Italians did not have enough time to block this mountain pass. They only temporarily lifted a few large rocks from other places to block it here.  But the key is that the height of these stones cannot stop the Burgundian cavalry from jumping.

    The heavy shield soldiers in their hands were actually originally heavy shield crossbowmen. Now they do not need to carry heavy shields and shoot at the enemy's crossbowmen. Instead, they need this broad shield to give to their companions behind.  To feel safe.  Of course, Catalano was reluctant to let these precious Italian "elite" crossbowmen do this kind of "cannon fodder" work. He just asked them to hand over their shields to other newcomers.

    It may be because the wide shield can give people a sense of security. Facing the roaring Burgundian cavalry, the recruits hiding behind the shield did not flee. Perhaps, the more important reason is that behind them there is a troop holding a large gun.  The sword's law enforcement team is specially used to monitor and kill deserters.

    "Damn it, the Western Qin people also have such a big shield? Isn't this the Italian tortoise shell!" Abel, the officer of this thousand-man team, cursed in a low voice. Just now, a stream of arrows just hit his helmet.  He shot it off, and now he has disheveled hair and a really desperate demeanor.

    "Bit|ch, brothers, rush for me! Break through these turtle shells!" Abel knew that he had no choice but to retreat now. Even if there was a mountain of knives in front of him, he had to bite the bullet and rush forward.

    Thinking about it, the Burgundian cavalry at the front didn¡¯t want to risk their lives here. Facing overlapping shield walls, they would be crippled even if they didn¡¯t die.  But the problem is that the cavalry behind them is also running at high speed. He can't stop, so he can only prance into them like crazy and pray to God at the same time, praying for his life.

    "Bang", "bang" and "bang" were also mixed with the wails of war horses and the wails of soldiers.

    One person and one horse, the momentum generated when traveling at high speed cannot be shared by a few shields. The Italian troops have proved this well. Of course, if possible, they do not want to prove it just like this, because of the effort  The cost is lives.

    With just one charge, the entire shield wall defense line was smashed to pieces. No matter how loudly anyone screamed, they could not return to their original appearance.

    However, this place has also become a "mud", with people, horses, weapons, and shields all placed here, making it impossible for the cavalry to pass smoothly for the time being.

    "Crossbowman, shoot!" Catalano shouted again.

    The crossbowmen placed on both sides of the mountain and the crossbowmen retreating to the rear were not affected much. Under the leadership of veterans, although they were in such a bloody battlefield, their reloading speed still reached the passing line.

    Another group of Burgundians became the dead souls under the arrows.

    "Damn it, all of them get off their horses!" Abel saw the situation ahead and knew that the horses were unreliable. The mountain road was gradually covered with corpses, making it impossible for them to run on horseback. Instead, they could not walk as fast as they dismounted.  What's more, this kind of small-scale close combat is not very convenient when riding a horse.

    The Burgundian cavalry can only be regarded as light cavalry at best, or light cavalry without bows, arrows and bucklers. If Bai Zhou were here, he would definitely compare them with the cavalry in various games in his impression: there is no  Long-range strike means, that is to say, not horse archers or javelin cavalry; no lances, no shields. Except for a few officers wearing chain armor, the rest of the cavalry wear leather armor, which is not as easy to hold as the cavalry.  long sword.  It can be said that this is an ordinary light cavalry that is beyond standard. Compared with ordinary infantry, their hand-to-hand combat capabilities are even weaker - the cavalry covers a "wide" area and can be attacked from more directions at the same time.  In the game, Baizhou doesn't even bother to make such ordinary cavalry, because apart from eating up a lot of military pay, Baizhou really can't find any practical use for them.

    No??, the current situation is that the Burgundian cavalry, dismounted, can still be regarded as a group of elite infantry, but the Italian troops are completely a group of rookie soldiers, even if the veterans among them are originally  His position is also that of a crossbowman who has been hiding behind him for a long time and firing arrows. He has almost no experience in frontal fighting.

    Moreover, the dismounted Burgundian soldiers are undoubtedly more flexible. In a flash, it is often only three Italian soldiers (the Italian soldiers mentioned here only refer to their affiliation, not the nationality of these soldiers).  Live the offensive of two Burgundians.

    Abel was like a crazy beast. When he saw that Catalano was obviously dressed as an officer, he looked for him.

    Cortellano was not cowardly either. He threw away his crossbow and drew his sword.  This is not to say that he can't use crossbows to solve this problem more conveniently, but a sense of honor rooted in his heart makes him disdain to end the life of a general in such a despicable way.

    "Drink!" Abel shouted, and slashed at Catalano with the heavy sword in his hand.

    Catalano dodged sideways, and at the same time used the weapon in his hand to block, removing most of the force from the opponent's heavy sword, and then drew his sword and stabbed back. Abel's strength was too old and he had no time to block, and he barely dodged the vital point, but Catalano  Nuo's sword still cut his left arm.

    Abel was also very brave. Regardless of the pain, his injured left arm clamped the sword tightly, making Catalano unable to withdraw it for a moment. Then he raised the heavy sword with one hand and tried to chop it down again.

    Catalano hurriedly released his weapon, narrowly avoiding this powerful and heavy sword.

    The fight between the two has lasted only a few rounds, but it can be said that the outcome has been decided. The Italian Catalano is no match for the Burgundian Abel.  In fact, this is normal. The environment in which the two grew up is here. Although Catalano's brain is pretty good, his swordsmanship is still top-notch among Italian city-states, but compared with some foreign generals who have been fighting for a long time.  , the energy to not be afraid of death is still much worse.

    Just when Abel was about to pursue the victory and strike down with his sword, there was a soft "thud" sound. Looking again, he saw that an arrow had been inserted into Abel's heart.

    Catalano looked back and saw that it was his adjutant, and the crossbow slot in his hand was empty.

    "Hey, you owe me another life." The adjutant ran forward and helped Catalano up.

    "Damn it, you are"

    "Okay, okay, I admit that this is wrong, but as for the knight's honor, I think your life is more important." After the adjutant finished speaking, he pointed to various places on the battlefield and faced Catalano.  Said: "Carter, withdraw, we can't defeat the Burgundians."

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