My British Empire

  Chapter 318 ends

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   On this day, the wind was sunny and everything was revived. The birds flapped their wings in fright, chirped and flew around, with sharp beaks, as if they couldn't stop talking.

  The decisive battle was chosen on a flat ground near the church army, which was large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of troops.

  Originally, Edward took the stance of taking the lead, and the army rushed to the vicinity of the church army barracks at once, half surrounded it, and tried to force them to surrender.

  The church army would naturally not give in. After a few days of confrontation, the two armies agreed on a place and started a decisive battle.

  To be honest, Edward was planning to launch a surprise attack, or a strong attack.

  The aboveboard decisive battle is completely inconsistent with the identity of the traverser, and also contradicts his thinking of winning victory at all costs.

  However, the old-fashioned Scottish nobles still demanded the implementation of ancient traditions, and expressed incomprehension of his proposal, and even said that it would be disgraceful to violate the noble traditions directly. Only a villain would do such a despicable act?

  Seeing this, Edward was so angry that his forehead hurt, and he had the urge to throw the table at that time.

  This group of old-fashioned nobles accounted for half of the troops, and Edward reluctantly chose to submit.

  The church army who had been defending seemed to be a little unwilling, and directly launched a battle.

  Of course, only Edward knew that this was because the church army did not have much food in stock, and he had cut off the logistics supply, so he could only choose to fight with tears in his eyes.

  So, today, Edward set up a large army to compete with the church army.

  Edward's side has more than 30,000 people, and the church side has more than 10,000 people, which is almost double the gap.

On the side of the coalition army, the soldiers strode forward with their heads held high. The strong wind was blowing the banners of the royal family and other nobles. Lost voice.

  There was no dialogue with each other before the battle, and Edward didn't want to talk nonsense, so he pulled out the army and started directly.

  The church side is still directed by Russell.

   At this time, the face is serious, without a smile, and staring straight ahead, which is the fluttering red and white rose flag.

   "Attack!" Closing his eyes, Russell said helplessly, the bitterness in the corner of his mouth could not be restrained.

  The sudden arrival of the King of England and the rapid rebellion of the nobles put him and the church in an extremely unfavorable situation. It can be said that there is little hope.

   In this regard, Russell can only choose to put all his eggs in one basket. He has no choice, and the same is true for other bishops.

  They knew that His Majesty Edward, who believed in Protestantism, united with the group of hungry nobles, and there was absolutely no good ending waiting for them. This was also their helpless choice!

  On the side of the United Army, the uniforms of England are red and white, and the uniforms of the noble army are blue and gray.

  As for the church army, the white cross is embroidered on the black linen clothes, which is very conspicuous.

  At this time, the blue-gray troops of the nobles were the first to be dispatched, marching towards the church in a hurry, and aggressively attacked.

  Relying on the command power in their hands, the nobles can only obey Edward's orders and act as vanguards.

   Tens of thousands of pikemen attacked, but the church side did not take the initiative and defended on the spot.

  I saw a large number of strong soldiers suddenly appearing in the front row of the church, dragging a thick wooden shield about seven feet long in their hands, and put it down on the spot, giving a great deterrent to the advancing soldiers on the noble side.

   "This, I didn't expect the Scots to do this trick, and the Spaniard's method has been noticed!"

  Looking at the rows of wooden shields, Edward shook his head, thinking inwardly.

  According to the Spanish phalanx model, large-scale shields are implemented in front, and spears are exposed in the gaps to prevent cavalry from charging.

  The horse will naturally turn to the sharp wooden sign formation in front, exposing the infantry behind.

   After that, the archers, gunners, and musketeers in the back row all attacked with one brain.

   This is the essence of the Spanish phalanx, which defeated the medieval armies.

  The Spanish phalanx without artillery and muskets is at most just more resistance, and it can't stop the general trend much.

  Besides, more obstacles are not a bad thing for him.

   "Let those nobles taste the pain!"

   Sure enough, the spearmen approached step by step, but were stopped by shields that were as tall as a man, and the archers behind took advantage of the situation and released sharp arrows.

  In an instant, the grey-blue army unable to advance or retreat was blocked there, being massacred by the church army.

   As a result, the nobles immediately dispatched cavalry.

  But the number of cavalry is not enough, and it is still unable to break through the strictly guarded church army.

  Seeing that their army was dying continuously, the nobles immediately panicked, and hurriedly begged to see the young king, asking him to send troops to attack.

  Edward dawdled for a while, and when he couldn't delay the time, he sent a large army to attack.

  The church army, which had been pumping up all the time, could continue to bear the same size of the noble army, but with an army twice the size, this was not a straw, but a mountain, and it was directly crushed.

   As a result, Noble Lun, who had been beaten for a long time, cheered up and attacked wantonly.

  Cooperating with the English army, a gap suddenly appeared in the shield soldiers, and then a big defeat came.

   "Victory! Victory, war is still so simple!"

  Edward was riding on the horse, facing the front, with a gratified smile on his face, and his voice went with the wind.

   More than 10,000 people were like fleeing lambs in a panic, being chased wantonly by a group of hungry wolves.

  In this era, don't expect the army to regroup and retreat slowly and orderly.

  As long as it is washed away, an army with low quality is like quicksand, and it is easy to go.

   Come and go in a hurry.

   It is impossible in reality to fight back and forth like in movies and TV shows!

  So, after seeing the precarious scene ahead, Russell and the bishops hurriedly walked towards the camp under the **** of loyal and strong mercenaries.

  The coalition army waved their spears recklessly, striding forward, gaining military merits within reach.

   Watching the fan-shaped army drift away, Edward raised his binoculars and watched the fleeing bishops in rich clothes approaching their own camp.

  He knew that next, those bishops would definitely surrender, and he only had to think about what treaty they would sign with blood.

   "Earl Lannox, Marquess of Edinburgh, let the soldiers come back! There is nothing to gain now!"

  Edward put down the binoculars in his hand, and softly ordered the two Marquis beside him!

   Next, the most important thing is the group of nobles, the church has ended in Scotland!

  (end of this chapter)