The banner of the White Emperor Salamander fell from mid-air to the ground, and the rose cavalry that followed stomped it heavily into the bloody mud, and it was so filthy that it could no longer be seen in a flash.
The rebels were silent for a moment, as if they hadn't realized what happened.
Prince Will's head rolled onto the pile of corpses on the ground, and a rose iron rider flicked his wrist and picked it up high with a spear.
The remnant commander of the rebel army on the battlefield, a poor earl watched the iron cavalry come straight to him, the head of Prince Will on the tip of the spear dripped blood, the face of the self-proclaimed prince of the rebel army Frightened at the last moment. Without any hesitation, the count turned his horse's head and ran away.
The king sheathed his sword and plucked the longbow from behind with his backhand.
He took the arrow and pulled the string.
His icy blue eyes were like eagles catching prey, staring at the fleeing count. The next moment, he let go of his hand, the iron arrow burst out of the air, and the arrow roared like a ghost.
The count only heard the sharp and sharp whistling of arrows, and a chill suddenly shot up his spine. He subconsciously tried to block his back with a shield. Just as he raised his shield, the icy iron arrow sank through the gap between his helmet and the armor, piercing the fine chainmail.
The count lowered his head slowly and saw the tip of the arrow sticking out of his throat.
He let out an unwilling sound of "ho ho" from his throat, fell from the galloping horse, and turned his back to the sky.
The king hung the longbow back on his back, drew his sword again, and pointed at the rebels who were completely defeated and tried to escape: "Kill!"
The word "kindness" is always just a joke on the battlefield!
The flag has fallen, the general is dead, and the remnants of the rebel army are crushed. And waiting for them is the Rose Rider who seems to be reborn from blood. The iron cavalry followed the king, straddling like lightning, trampling all the enemies who had been powerless to resist.
From the distant horizon came the thunderous sound of hoofs.
The king turned his horse's head and led his knights in a charging formation.
The Cyrus heavy cavalry has arrived.
In the billowing smoke, a black torrent poured from the other side of the earth. The shadows on these battlefields rushed terrifyingly, the bloody bone spurs on their armors were covered with broken blood, and the iron guns in their hands dripped with sticky blood. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of one-sided massacre this Gulendian heavy cavalry carried out on Legrand's central army before this.
The king rode forward and stood at the front of the rose iron cavalry.
He did not retreat an inch, and took over the terrifying momentum of the galloping cavalry of Gulendi.
A long neigh of a warhorse.
The warhorse clad in heavy armor stopped at the same time, and the Gulendian heavy cavalry suddenly changed from a rushing flood to a suddenly still ocean.
In front of the ancient Grundy heavy cavalry team on the opposite side, their leader stood.
The two sides confronted each other, and neither of them spoke.
The battlefield was so silent at this moment that only the sound of blood dripping remained.
The leader of Hull squinted slightly, and he looked at the Legrand cavalry opposite, the familiar blood-colored king flag was hunting and unfolding in the cold wind. Holding the king's flag high is a group of knights whose armor is soaked with blood—they are the real rose iron cavalry. And leading this cavalry was the overly young king.
"The Rose family..."
Chief Hull muttered to himself in a low voice.
The warrior behind the leader of Hull felt his father, and his eyes seemed to sharpen again in an instant.
Previously, they led the Gulundian heavy cavalry and effortlessly tore apart Legrand's large central army, chasing those fleeing fellows and massacred them. At the time, he also believed that after the Duke of Buckingham's death, Legrand would no longer have a decent army.
But now, that's not the case.
Although the person who can truly be named a lion has fallen, the person who succeeded him in the Qiangwei family has inherited the same blood as him.
The king looked at the stationary Grundy heavy cavalry. He stretched out his hand and took the spear carrying Prince Will's head from the knight next to him, shaking his wrist.
The head drew a long arc in mid-air, precisely heading towards the leader of Hull.
The heavy cavalry iron armor behind the leader of Hull rubbed together, intending to swing his spear forward. Leader Hull stretched out his hand and restrained them.
The blood-cured head fell from the air, rolled on the ground, and finally stood firmly on the grass that was less than a meter in front of Chief Hull.
The leader of Hull glanced at the head of his employer, and then raised his head to look at the king opposite him.
The king had already taken off the somewhat broken helmet, the silver hair of the Rose family logo was hanging down on the blood-stained armor, and the too young face under the helmet had no expression. The wind twirled his heavy cloak slightly, and blood was dripping from the corner of the cloak.
The king's pale face was splattered with red blood, and his whole body was enveloped in a pressing hostility.
Across a swampy battlefield full of blood and mud, the two sides reined in their horses and faced each other.
The leader of Hull squinted slightly, and suddenly burst out laughing loudly: "The Duke of Buckingham! What a Duke of Buckingham!"
He should have thought about it! Seeing the big one from the male lion's photo, how could it be the weak one!
The leader of Hull raised his spear and nodded in the direction of the king and the rose cavalry, and then turned the horse's head: "Go!"
He gave an order, and the black Gulundian heavy cavalry bypassed the bloody mud battlefield and withdrew from here.
Seeing this scene, the knight holding the king's flag behind the king raised the flag high and roared, "For the glory of Rose!"
"For the glory of Rose!"
Everyone roared together, the sound was swept up by the wind, and the blood mixed in the ground spread far and far.
They, won!
There was a vague cheer from behind.
The samurai caught up with the father in front of him, and he whispered to the leader of Hull: "Why didn't we fight just now?"
The young king and his knights were indeed imposing, and they were by no means cowardly. But after a brutal and fierce battle, no matter in terms of numbers or energy, they absolutely couldn't withstand the second round of brutal battles.
"Fight." The leader of Hull put a palm on his son's head. "The employer is dead. Who are you fighting for in vain?"
The samurai bared his teeth, realizing that he had indeed asked a stupid question.
The leader of Hull withdrew his hand, and he turned his head to look at the direction of the battlefield: "A new lion..."
There is always a chance for a fight.
The leader of Hull thought, withdrew his gaze, and drove his horse forward.
…
There was a thick, odd smell in the air.
It was human blood, horse blood, scorched meat... These various smells were mixed together to form.
The young slave stood blankly among the corpses, holding the sword tightly in his hand. There was a long cut on his shoulder, and the blood was no longer there.
He crawled out of the pile of corpses.
The Gulendian heavy cavalry slaughtered almost all the reserve soldiers who had just become knights, and there were not many people left on the battlefield at this time.
In less than half a day, adult men from the entire city of Banz were buried on this land.
The scene of the rushing cavalry of Gulendi still remained in front of him. Wherever those armored monsters passed, only the stumps and broken arms were left on the ground. After they left, there was only a dead silence on the grassland.
He staggered to his feet, trying to find a few other slaves he was familiar with from the dead.
Corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the mutilated limbs were frozen into one piece with blood. He can't find anyone else.
At this moment, the sound of hoofs sounded again.
The young slave grasped the sword in his icy hands, and he turned.
The flag of the Rose King was unfurled in the cold wind, and the king with the sword on his shoulder on the high platform returned with blood and cavalry.
The king reined in the reins and looked at the entire battlefield of the Chinese army. The little rose cavalry he sent to command the reserve army also failed to survive, and the king saw a blood-colored flag planted crookedly not far away. Beside the flag, a knight in iron armor stretched out his hand, holding the flagpole as if he was stubbornly holding it.
The knights behind all took off their helmets and bowed their heads in silence.
Some of them closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look anymore.
The king did not close his eyes.
He stared silently at the battlefield full of corpses, and after a while, he looked down at the young slave holding the sword. The king recognized him.
The young slave looked at the king motionless, neither kneeling nor speaking.
The king watched him for a while, then stretched out his hand and ordered a knight to lead a warhorse whose owner had died in the battle just now.
The war horse stopped in front of the young slave, and the king threw a badge symbolizing the rose iron cavalry in front of the young slave.
He didn't speak again, turned his horse's head, and led the team towards the battlefield where the lieutenant was.
The Rose Riders followed the king silently, and no one looked at the motionless slave again.
After a long time, the last knight in the line heard the sound of hoofs behind him. The knight turned his head and saw the young slave following on horseback, wearing the rose badge on his chest.
The knight slowed down and waited for the new rose iron cavalry to walk beside him.
The knight reached out and patted his shoulder lightly.
…
Heaven and earth are blood, heaven and earth are white.
The battle of Banz City was miraculously won after paying a heavy price. Along with victory comes heavy sorrow.
After the rebel army retreated, the people of Banz City opened the city gate and began to clear the battlefield according to the king's order. All the corpses were gathered and burned together. It's not that no one objected to burning the corpses, but when they got to the battlefield, they found that even if they didn't burn the corpses, they couldn't tell who their relatives were.
Before the battle, all the reserve soldiers are registered, and the names of all the victims will be officially entered into the death list of the Rose Cavalry, enjoying the same treatment as the royal family's personal soldiers after their sacrifice.
The funeral will be held seven days later, and everyone's tombstones will be concentrated on a hillside outside the city.
The cavalry was resting and waiting for the arrival of the follow-up army, the king, who had just dealt with the arrow wound on his shoulder, hurried into the prison in Banz City.
While responding to the left-wing army, they captured a rebel general.
The king specially spared the general's life.
He wanted to know the details of when the Duke of Buckingham was killed.
The author has something to say: Because of the exam week, the updates are not on time these days, everyone has been waiting hard qwq
Note: For non-military researchers, the rationality of all battles in this article is based on historical battles. The king's battle this time mainly refers to the Battle of Crecy and the Battle of Vernay in the Hundred Years War between England and France, as well as the description of cavalry military operations in the chivalry system.
Perform artistic processing on the basis of the above.
In the previous chapter, "大纛" is pronounced as dao in four tones.
I remember that in the last chapter, a reader seems to have asked a question about the military flag. Here, I quote Mr. Ni Shiguang's "Inquiry into Medieval Knighthood" as an explanation: "... In the military operations of medieval knights, many orders were issued using the military flag, and the military flag was used to start and stop the attack. Orders are also used to set up camps. During the battle, the knights fight around the flag, and the flag becomes the spiritual symbol of the army. Therefore, holding the flag and guarding the flag is a special task in the battle, which is performed by the knights with high martial arts.”— Cited on p113, and also the use of horns to issue orders, see the Crusades and the British Army of Edward III. The horn mentioned in the text is the charge sign
During the battle, the two sides will be distinguished by badges, uniforms, etc. The cover mentioned in the article above the armor plays the role of distinguishing. The pegs and trenches used by the longbowmen on the hillside commanded by the lieutenant general were military tactics of that era. This part mainly refers to the Battle of Crecy. The battles of the ancient cavalry and the king himself were mainly based on the battle of Vernay. The Battle of Crecy and the Battle of Vernal, which took place in 1346 and 1424 respectively, were two typical British battles in the Anglo-French War.
Here's a brief overview of a point of view: it's not that later tactics are advanced.
Tactics should be adapted to the technical conditions, social productive forces, political system, cultural system, etc. at that time. To fight in an era, you must first adapt to the conditions of this era... Later ≠ advanced, advanced or not should be a relative term. There is no era in which people are truly fools. As I explained earlier in the chapter on gunpowder research - it was not that people at that time did not want to use artillery, but because the social production conditions at that time did not allow it.
A simple truth... It should be the development concept taught in high school politics. New things will become old things one day, but conversely, old things will also become new things sometimes. A particular historical era has its own choices.
To paraphrase a sentence: "To talk about the advanced and the backward regardless of social conditions is a hooligan."
References for this chapter:
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[2] Dan Jones. The Empty Crown: The Wars of the Roses and the Rise of the Tudor Dynasty [M]. Social Sciences Literature Publishing House: Beijing, 2018
[3] Ni Shiguang. Research on Medieval Knighthood [M]. Commercial Press: Beijing, 2011
[4] Charles William Orman. History of Medieval War Art [M]. Taihai Publishing House: Beijing, 2018