Chapter 1496: Crossbow Cavalry

"Longyan Cannon..." Captain Gelin felt a sharp pain in his chest.

This lightweight, high-powered cannon should have been their own sharp weapon, yet now it was being used by the French to deal with them.

Damn the French!

Captain Gelin gritted his teeth, his brain racing; he could not continue to sit and wait for death. According to his knowledge, these Longyan cannons did not require special cannonballs to exert their power.

If things continued this way, their position would become a target for the enemy.

Judging by the interval between the two cannon shots just now, it took about three hundred seconds, which is five minutes.

Although he did not know how long it took the French to transport the cannons, it could be inferred that their time spent was very little.

They must stop them from firing continuously!

Through his telescope, Captain Gelin observed the geography of Sanhao Zhendi; there were only six locations suitable for setting up cannons, and now all of them were within his own fire coverage.

He still had three Longyan cannons and fifteen cannonballs on hand.

If they lost the deterrent of the cannons, the momentum of those cavalry attacks would only become more fierce!

Captain Gelin frowned deeply, but the battlefield did not allow him to hesitate for even a second; he steeled his heart and made a decision.

"Absolutely cannot let the opponent fire another shot."

Captain Gelin immediately ordered: "Aim at the enemy's high ground, launch a bombardment every two minutes, do not let the opponent fire another shot!"

"Dispatch two units to flank from the right and harass the cavalry."

Captain Gelin issued the order calmly.

"Yes!"

The two units, totaling ten thousand men, advanced through the trenches toward the enemy's right flank, waiting for an opportunity to outflank them.

"Shield Army, advance the front line!"

Swish, swish, swish!!!

Countless Shield Army soldiers withstood the French Cavalry's assault, pouring out of the trenches to form a battle formation—one layer, two layers, three layers!

The square formation composed of three layers of Shield Army soldiers was difficult for the French Cavalry to break through.

The front of Sanhao Zhendi was suppressed by British artillery fire, and the French were completely unable to move the Longyan cannons.

They had not intended to move the Longyan cannons anyway, but had retreated to a safe area, letting the British bombard them.

They only had five Longyan cannonballs and one Longyan cannon.

Two had already been used to blow up the two British cannons just now, so these three must be saved for a critical moment.

However, the British were unaware of this fact.

At this moment, Captain Qiaozhi, hearing the sound of the bombardment, hid in the dark mountain path and quietly calculated the time.

He wanted to wait until the battle was at its most intense to launch a sneak attack and raid Sanhao Zhendi.

Meanwhile, the commander of Sanhao Zhendi sat in a rickety military tent, his expression gloomy.

Yesterday, he had just discussed the position deployment with the general of No. 2 Position, on how to prevent the British army's attack before winter arrived.

As a result, before the plan could even begin, the British army had launched an attack.

"Report, General, we dispatched a cavalry unit to defend against the enemy, but it did not stop the British advance."

"Two of the five Longyan cannonballs have already been fired, accurately hitting two of the British cannons; now their artillery is launching a fierce attack against our front line."

"Although they have not caused us actual damage, our cannons cannot be used now, and we cannot exert a significant effect against their Shield Infantry."

"The British infantry is slowly pushing forward; General, please give instructions for our next move!"

A Strategist reported the front-line battle situation.

The general of Sanhao Zhendi slammed the table after hearing this and said coldly: "Pass on my order: dispatch the infantry to cover the cavalry's attack."

"The Musket Team must follow closely behind the cavalry; as soon as the cavalry breaks through the enemy's Shield Army line, immediately coordinate with the cavalry to tear apart the British line!"

"Yes!"

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The cavalry of Sanhao Zhendi launched a rapid assault under the cover of the infantry.

The French infantry fought with long spears against the British troops attacking from the right flank.

Both sides were using long spears and neither had the cover of shield infantry; the process of the slaughter was extremely cruel.

Captain Gelin watched this scene, cold and unperturbed; now their British army's sneak attack had been blocked by the French army.

The cavalry that charged out from Sanhao Zhendi had become their greatest threat.

Behind the shield infantry was the main force of the British; they absolutely could not let the defense that the shield infantry had worked so hard to build be broken.

"Musket Team, fire!" Captain Gelin shouted coldly and immediately issued the order.

The British Musket Team possessed some of the best muskets in the world, with extremely high power!

The range was also long; the war horses of those cavalry units could not withstand many shots from the powerful British muskets.

But the muskets had a problem: at the current stage, they could only fire once every five minutes.

The time to reload the bullets was too long!

Under normal circumstances, there was rarely an opportunity in a battle to give you a five-minute gap, so the Musket Team was only used as a last resort.

Bang, bang, bang!!!

A volley of muskets fired, and a swath of French cavalry fell, but there were still countless French cavalry charging.

The weapons in the hands of these cavalry were not long spears, but crossbows! M..

Crossbow Cavalry!

Because of the invention of the stirrup, the cavalry's legs had a place to exert force, and highly skilled cavalry did not need their hands to control the horses at all.

In less than five minutes, at a distance of three hundred meters, without interference, the cavalry would not need that much time at all.

Three hundred meters, arrived in an instant!

Leap onto the horse, draw the bow, and nock an arrow!

Archery at close range can maximize damage, and its power can even exceed that of a musket; a single arrow can pierce an Iron Shield!

However, this requires bitter practice; without ten years of training, one cannot reach this level.

But these French Cavalry seem to have this ability.

An arrow pierces the Iron Shield, they leap over on horseback, pass through the attack range of three layers of Shield Soldiers, and gallop away.

Beneath the Iron Shields pierced by arrows, some crimson blood flows out.

The three layers of Shield Infantry suffered significant losses under this wave of horse archer attacks; as for the Musket Team, by the time they had nonchalantly left, the fastest musketeer had only just finished loading ammunition.

Captain Gelin saw this scene, his eyes splitting with rage; he felt such hatred.

Their Britain Cavalry are very poor and simply cannot keep up with the French Cavalry in an engagement, otherwise this war would not be fought so passively.

Originally, these Shield Soldiers were developed specifically to counter the French Cavalry, but it was unexpected that the French side did not deploy any Cannon.

They just used these horse archers to output damage right in their faces.

They in Britain still have not a single Method to deal with it.

Although Captain Gelin was furious, he did not lose his reason; he immediately gave the order for the Musket Team not to fire, using them instead to defend against those raiding horse archers.

At this point, the battle between the two sides entered a white-hot stage; inside the tent at Sanhao Zhendi, the general had a calm expression, even though the war situation was considered unfavorable for them.

But he did not have the slightest bit of panic.

Fighting until now, nearly an hour has passed; a cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as reinforcements for No. 2 Position would arrive immediately.