The sound of horse hooves

With the heavy sound of horse hooves, cavalry like waves rushed towards the camp where Zhao Fubo and his team were. But when Zhao Fubo asked the cavalry in front of the camp to leave, Bishop Francis also asked people to blow the horn of the cavalry's retreat.

"If our cavalrymen are leaving, they are going to take action!"

This is exactly why the formation of the two armies was stretched out by 5,000 meters. When it was necessary to retreat, there was enough room for maneuver. Especially for heavy cavalry, the Europeans were training well. With the sound of the horn, the cavalry of the Milan Crusader who was charging turned back and ran back.

The cavalry in three directions divided into 6 teams and turned around. Between the teams they formed, there were groups of infantry approaching with weapons. They formed square formations, slowly moving forward, behind them were archers and stone throwers slowly moving forward together.

"Brother, they saw our arrangement. In this case..."

Manfred was worried because Zhao Fubo's plan was to rely on the crossbow and grenade launcher to effectively kill, but in this case, when the infantry charges, it would probably be a different situation. Especially if the other party uses a large number of archers...

"It seems that the opponent's general is not a fool, so that's nothing. Our ambush will come to them at any time, so don't worry too much."

Although Zhao Fubo said so, he threw the rifle in his hand to Manfred, and then raised a pulley bow. This made Manfred understand that they were going to fight against the opponent's infantry.

"Oh, the shooting distance of the crossbow is still a little closer, otherwise..."

Yes, if it were a real artillery, the distance of 5,000 meters would probably not be enough. At least 10,000 meters would be the distance.

"Mustrator, archer, be careful!"

Zhao Fubo's men were full of plans at this moment. There were only 18 people using bows and arrows or rifles. However, the opponent's infantry was slowly moving over, with as many as 4 5,000-person square formations. Behind them, there were a large number of archers.

It seems that Bishop Francis intends to do his best to fight. He didn't even lay down the camp and lined up to fight after crossing the river. Everyone knows the reason, but to return to Milan in time after defeating Zhao Fubo.

It is impossible not to say that Bishop Francis' arrangement in this matter is reasonable. Although his stone throwing machine can never reach the shooting distance because of the range of the crossbows, the archer and the infantry can reach a considerable distance. Even those who resist horses to deal with the cavalry cannot prevent the infantry from advancing.

Watching the opponent's cavalry return to their camp, the infantry moved slowly and firmly towards Zhao Fubo's camp. The heavy steps formed a sharp vibration on the ground.

"Enemy infantry 1,000 meters!"

The observer of the artillery team on the watchtower was yelling loudly, and could be heard from his voice. The huge, approaching force caused anxiety.

"Enemy infantry 900 meters...800 meters"

Zhao Fubo's telescope looked at the infantry. Not far behind them were the archers moving with them. Zhao Fubo was not too worried about them, after all, the single bow in their hands could not be compared with the pulley bow.

However, the number is huge! If the musketeers or the Yulin Army are here, then no one would worry about anything. After all, even 20,000 infantrymen will have no chance of breaking through the defense line when facing the shooting of the musketeers or the Yulin Army.

But at this moment, there are only a dozen archers in the camp. Of course, there are 2,500 cavalrymen running on both sides.

Until the enemy's distance was 500 meters and was about to launch an attack, Zhao Fubo issued an order to Muke.

"The artillery team opened fire!"

Muke relayed Zhao Fubo's order, and the red flag fell in his hand. As the order was issued, the crossbow shots shot out one by one. The 60mm shells began to explode in the formation of the infantry of the Milan Crusaders. These were all instant fuse shells, and they exploded almost as soon as they touched the ground. Prefabricated debris fired in the black smoke column. The knocked down screamed and rolled in the pool of blood.

"Oh my God, let's charge quickly, or we will all be killed by the devil!"

Listening to the explosion of shells and the screams of the wounded, all the infantry's faces immediately turned pale. They felt that Bishop Francis had put them in the wilderness and were slaughtered by others.

Finally the sound of the horn of charge sounded, and the infantry who had been suffering from artillery fire had never felt so pleasant when they heard the horn of charge. The infantry officers shouted and raised their long swords.

"charge!"

Immediately, all the infantry shouted, waving their weapons, as if they were crazy to run forward. Even the shells were thrown behind their heads. The formation was gradually dispersing, and the lethality of the shells was reduced. The distance of 500 meters was not far, and their attack targets became clearer and clearer in their eyes.

"shooting!"

Zhao Fubo shouted, and the Rambo folding bow in his hand began to shoot the first arrow. Alice and Linda started to make a series of gunfires around him. Alisa and Linda seemed to be infected by the atmosphere on the battlefield. The two of them ran to a place not far from Zhao Fubo and the others, and also pulled the bow and shot out.

"God...bless...remove the demons..."

The shouts made by the soldiers in the running gradually formed rhythmic shouts like hymns. Although Zhao Fubo and his friends kept firing, the soldiers running one by one fell on the way to charge. However, the speed of the dozen people's shooting was fast and accurate, only a dozen people could be killed at one time. For the infantry who charged in the whole army in order to achieve their contributions, they did not play much role in the fight.

The only infantry that can act on charges is, in addition to the powerful power of the crossbows, the attacks of sporadic rifles and pulley bows are not very effective due to the small number of attacks. As the opponent's infantry advances, the opponent's archers finally enter the maximum range of 150 meters. Groups of arrows flew across the sky and flew towards Zhao Fubo and his camp.

"Enemy's arrow rain!"

The observers on the watchtower shouted, and everyone lowered their heads and covered themselves tightly with their cloaks. The helmet and face armor with wide edges on their heads ensured that they would not be harmed by bows and arrows at this time.

"Boxer, attack the stone thrower!"
Chapter completed!