The brave and warlike French knights were unable to save the battle in the end, because Mao Xingjian also had six regiments of cavalry, and the dragon cavalry advancing in parallel with the French army! Moreover, the Ming army was even better in equipment. Their flintlock carbine performance was far better than that of the flintlock carbine. Amid the thunderous horse hooves, behind the French cavalry who were fighting in the British army, the sound of bean-like gunshots suddenly rang.

In the sky, the battlefield was like the Tai Chi diagram. The Xuanhei Ming cavalry suddenly rushed out did not rush into the battlefield. Instead, they turned around the left battlefield and then bit the butt of the French cavalry and bombarded the French cavalry. They had already taken out their sabers and fought with each other. The fuse hanging on the gun was naturally extinguished. Suddenly, thousands of Ming cavalry shot at him. The French cavalry who were galloping in the defender could not even counterattack. They could only curse and follow the brigade forward while cutting wheat from the gunfire.

The French knights charged bravely, and at this time they had completely penetrated the British formation. But the Cheng Yaojin who came out made these proud Gaul roosters furious and abandoned the mid-empty expeditionary army's rear formation. With a roar, French cavalry marshal Nescher raised his sabre again, pointed to the expeditionary army that had been circling in front of the British army, and launched a second charge. Once again, tens of thousands of French cavalry roared and waved their sabres and rushed up.

However, the Ming army did not believe in the knight spirit. It should be cavalry or cavalry. Song Yongzhong was not in the mood to play hand-to-hand combat with the opponent's superior forces. He dragged the flag and ran away in an extremely vulgar way. Then, the huge cavalry group also made a sharp turn, allowing the French knight vanguard troops who had crossed the charge to escape from the battlefield and fled directly to the Thames River in the north.

But run away! The Liaodong Iron Cavalry is really cheap. The naturalized Mongols and the grassland Banshengmin were running and turned around and shot behind them. The brave and passionate French knights were aimed one by one from the horse. The despicable one hand made the French army furious and chased them out regardless of it.

Then the French cavalry, who were enough to determine the situation on the battlefield, followed Song Yongzhong's butt and left the battlefield.

Without the French cavalry from the flank, the last hope of turning the tables was taken away by the Western coalition. Without the French cavalry, the British parliamentary army, which had been drilled through and about to be defeated, gathered together again, and the positions were even closer. The butterfly effect was not too far away. The British army could last for another twenty or thirty minutes, Mao Xingjian was like a veteran general, and he made a quick decision to press down on the reserve two corpses and launched an attack from the side to the already shaky main force of the Western coalition.

Standing in front of the French and Spanish troops, there was such a desperate scene. The musketeer waved his slender sword. He had just relied on his superb sword skills to stab the Ming army rifleman in the middle under the siege of three bayonets. He had just withdrawn his sword. Before he could breathe, he shot through his back, covering his bloody wound. He turned around in horror, but the dark Ming army front rolled up from his flank like waves. The cold bayonet was like the sword mountain in hell.

Finally, the main position of the Western Allied Forces, which had been struggling for more than half an hour, collapsed. Even the proud French nobles and arrogant Spanish conquerors hurriedly discarded their weapons and fled back in horror.

Fortunately, there were many people. Not far from the sea, the Swedish troops reorganized the square defense line for more than 20,000 Prussians and Swedish troops, and had already obtained too many things on the battlefield. Mao Xingjian did not order to continue attacking the opponent's square formation, but instead set off his troops at the right time, and reorganized his formation behind the lost positions of the Western coalition.

The victory or defeat of the landlord battlefield is basically decided here. The only thing that is still anxious is the cavalry led by Song Yongzhong Mao Yuer. The flexible gang of cavalry ran around the plains near London for most of the time, but did not fight with the French. Here, the advantages of Mongolian horses with insufficient explosive power but long endurance were fully utilized. The French horses were prepared for heavy cavalry. After experiencing the burst of the just-explosion, the horse's hooves were already trembling and sweating profusely. These small men from the Mongolian grasslands were still at ease.

However, while running, Song Yongzhong seemed to be confused, but he didn't pay attention and led the Ming cavalry straight to the Thames River. When he found that there was no way out, he had to suddenly turn a bend of nearly 90 degrees and continue running eastward. In this way, he gave the French knight who had been chasing the Ming army's butt for a long time to take the gun.

After all, he was born in aristocratic generation. Nesher immediately seized this opportunity and threw the command of the brigade to his subordinates. The cavalry team bent along the river and continued to chase and kill. The cavalry marshal furiously led a thunderous cavalry to separate them, and took the straight path from the left, and cut straight toward the flank of the expeditionary cavalry in advance.

The horse's hooves were like thunder, and the French knights, who had a sharp weapon, had almost red eyes and clang their tongues, and rushed over with their sabres indignation. In the space, there was no space for the Expeditionary Cavalry to move around. They looked up and saw that the Ming army was about to be intercepted and fought an unequal battle away from the main force. At this moment, Mao Yuer stepped forward.

With a loud voice, she held her own flag high, and she suddenly broke away from the riding formation. The excellent riding skills she had practiced since childhood made her hold the flag with one hand, but with the other hand, she let go of the reins of the horse and took out an exquisite ivory-handled revolver. If she only rode alone, she would naturally not be able to change the situation of the battle. But behind her, five or six hundred black revolvers were taken out.

According to the current smelting level of the Ming Dynasty, revolvers are still expensive and difficult to equip on a large scale, but in each corps, it is enough to equip a guard pistol brigade.

Nesher, who had never seen the Ming army revolver, still lowered his body without caring. The saber was almost pressed against the ears of his war horse, and he aimed at Mao Yuer's delicate neck, who was carrying the flag in front, and the wind was howling. Just like in his dream, Mao Yuer's pistol kept aiming at his head.

The next moment, the crackling sound of gunfire sounded like fried beans.

The cavalry's horse racing pursuit ended here. More than 300 cavalry were dropped. The Ming army in the brigade ran over from the side, and exhausted French knights, who had already spitting out white horses, rushed to their commander Nesher anxiously.

On his right chest, blood surged out fiercely at the edge of a hideous wound, and he sat on the ground in a daze until he was supported by his subordinates. The cavalry marshal then roared in horror like a madman.

"These Ming people must be servants of the devil, and their weapons must have been cursed by Satan! Otherwise, why can they be fired continuously?"

"impossible!"

No matter how impossible it is, it is possible! In the end, the exhausted Nesher cavalry did not defeat the Ming Dynasty. The exhausted Nesher cavalry returned to the beach where they landed. Behind the thin square formation, he said that what he met was a pair of faces that were also despair.

After conquering most of the earth, the arrogant Western Army completely tasted the taste of complete defeat on the Isle of Britain. Now they rely on only the navy, nicknamed Transportation Brigade.

But can the Navy really count on it?

At this time, there was also a huge war in the North Sea, with warships intersecting, heavy cannon fires one after another, broken ship boards and floating corpses, just like garbage discarded by humans in later generations, everywhere.

After all, it is a marine nation. Even if the Ming Dynasty Royal Navy was chasing, the sea battle was only half a pound with the opponent. The same heavy battleship, the same tonnage cannons, and the same high morale sailors, but the Ming Dynasty still had black technology and iron armored ships!

A huge explosion sound roared, just like a mushroom cloud bursting on the water. After the iron-clad ship on the far left was finally overwhelmed and exploded on its own after high load operation! The huge fire suddenly emerged from the raised boat cover. The perfect protection turned into a perfect cage at this time, and the entire hull quickly turned into a living oven at high temperature.

However, around this explosive ironclad ship, there were as many as 17 or 8 major Western sailboats that were destroyed and half-sinked. Even if the navy carried the heaviest 16-pound ship destroying cannon, the ironclad ship wrapped in 11-hour millimeter forged steel armor, was still seriously insufficient in lethality. The only thing that could block it was to hit it alive!

A mere four ships involved more than 60 main battleships of the Western fleet. On the front battlefield, the Royal Navy still faced a battlefield where the more they fought.

Looking back at the friendly ship that was still blasting fire from the turret, even Sun Chun couldn't help but feel a throbbing on his face. At no cost, she shouted loudly at the sound tube that had also been constantly floating out of the hot air.

"The boiler stops cooling down, and the ship stops on the spot. The turret continues to bombard the turret at 30 degrees at 8 o'clock."

The iron armored ship, which had hit the body, was still rushing like a bull, finally stopped the rotating propeller. More than a dozen monkeys came over. The Dutch sailors standing behind the iron armored ship covered with two thick iron fences and knocked constantly, suddenly heard the sound of floods. Before they could jump down in horror, the hot steam was already rising rapidly, and the scorching screams that were almost as loud as human voices came out of the hot gas.

The main naval gun made a creaking and groaning. The steam engine below was also burning to the extreme, but dozens of cables were entangled in the tall gun barrel, making the naval gun almost unable to move. On the Dutch warship opposite, the enemy captain was still roaring at the fire with hissing. The heavy twelve-pound cannon hit the bulletproof glass more than one meter thick with a solid bullet. While a huge water ripples were smashed outside the glass, it made Sun Chun's ears buzz.

However, just when the genius female gunner was upset, the Dutch sailor on the opposite side suddenly let out a terrifying scream. Then, a louder explosion sound swept over with the mushroom clouds of the explosion of the gunpowder compartment. The heavy ironclad ship was shaken violently. In three or four seconds, the smoke of gunpowder had just disappeared. The Dutch ship that trapped the ironclad ship had disappeared halfway. As Sun Chun looked around, a larger and tall warship appeared in the gap in the hull.

Pangu-class treasure ship Liaodong.

You can vaguely see your boss, the fat naval commander Pang Dahai, smiling and proudly slapped at him, and a relaxed smile also appeared on the face of the first female general.
Chapter completed!