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"I am Tesven, approaching me, I am Tesven..."

In the dark night, Tesven shouted loudly that he was commanding a battalion of Swiss spearmen to pursue the fleeing English Knights!

Of course, it was a great victory! The English Knights who came to sneak attack tonight were all fools and made a lot of noise. Before they got close, they were discovered by the secret sent by Governor Chen and reported to the camp. Then the entire army mobilized and arranged ambush. First, the musket team and artillery team showed their might and used the musket guns and cannons to give the enemy the heaviest killing.

Then the spearmen charged and killed!

Because the other party had been stunned by the grenade gun and cannon, completely in chaos, and could not organize resistance at all, but just escaped under the control of instinct. Therefore, the pursuit and killing battle was extremely smooth, which was a one-sided massacre.

However, Tesven did not forget the requirements of the combat regulations. In any case, he must maintain his formation, battalion, company, and platoon leader as much as possible. He should do everything possible to maintain his mastery of the troops. That's why he kept shouting to make sure that his soldiers knew their specific location. This is the easiest way for grassroots officers of the Ming army to master the troops at night.

Although the Swiss indigenous people basically couldn't understand Tesven's voice (these Swiss could only understand a few passwords), they could all hear his voice and would naturally gather around him.

On the battlefield, soldiers gathered in a group and controlled by the officers are organized and able to exert their maximum combat effectiveness. Even those unorganized, undisciplined, and disorderly soldiers, even knights, can only be killed and chased by a knight to resist several spears? And they don’t even ride horses. What other good results can be achieved besides being chased?

It's so weak! Teslaven thought proudly that the natives of Europa were much weaker than the Mexicans in Mingzhou and were simply vulnerable! Unfortunately, the blood sacrifice is not allowed now, otherwise they would have been able to catch countless sacrifices...

Just as he was about to be proud, Tesla suddenly heard a "tough" sound. The sound sounded familiar, but Tesla couldn't remember what it was. Then, something seemed to fall from the air and hit the steel armor of Tesla's helmet. There was a jingling sound, and a lot of sparks flashed. Tesla's eyes were clear and quick. He grabbed it and caught something. He took it in front of him and saw it. It was a feather arrow!

"Arrow! Someone shoots arrows!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Ah! I was shot in an arrow! Save me..."

"God, there is an ambush..."

The Swiss on the battlefield screamed. They did not have the steel armor on Tesven's body to resist the bows and arrows. Most of them only had a very thin chain mail, which was easily shot by the English bows and arrows. Suddenly they were covered by arrow rain, and at night, the Swiss mercenaries were also in chaos. However, the English knights who were hunted were not much better. The rain of arrows fell at night did not have eyes, and they didn't know who was, and it was an indiscriminate blow! The knights were also shot a lot. However, the chain mails on their bodies were generally thicker, and their fate was naturally better than those of the Swiss and the Black Forest. Although many people were stabbed into the flesh by arrows, their lives were unobstructed.

"Stop moving forward. Stop moving forward!"

Tesven had already reacted and knew that he had been ambushed by the enemy. He quickly ordered loudly, "Retreat! Retreat!"

At this time, on the two wings of the Swiss and Black Forest mercenaries who were attacking, the English spearmen of the brigade had already been surrounded. When the longbowmen began to shoot archery, they received the order to attack Prince Edward's command on this night could be said to be quite outstanding. First, let the Earl of Cornwall take thousands of knights whom he thought were useless as bait. Then a total of ten thousand longbowmen and spearmen quietly came out of the camp and lined up four miles away from the coalition camp.

When the remnants of the Swiss and Black Forest mercenary pursuer of the coalition forces collided with him, he immediately ordered the archers to shoot arrows and carry out an indiscriminate coverage strike, and at the same time ordered the spearmen to surround the opponent's wings. He took advantage of the sudden attack and was in chaos to give a fatal blow.

"Prince, we won!"

"Prince, the Seris were defeated!"

"Long live England!"

As the English shouts on the battlefield overwhelmed German, the attendants and knights around cheered in French.

"Have you won?" Prince Edward rode on his horse, with no joy on his face shrouded in the night. He just murmured to himself, "It's just some Swiss and Black Forest mercenaries. Anyone can defeat them, and anyone can hire them. The Ceris will only spend tens of thousands of silver marks. Several times of the mercenaries will be killed immediately. Although it is not impossible to resist, England wants to make progress and become a powerful country in Europa, they cannot fight against the Ceris to the end..."

...

It was already early in the morning, and the sounds of fighting and sword collisions on the battlefield had become a little sparse, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only the wailing sounds of the dying people one after another.

Chen Chongguan's teeth were almost broken. His Swiss and Black Forest mercenaries were all smashed here, and they lost as much as 60% in one night! Even the Aztec musketeers lost a lot last night. Last night, the Swiss and Black Forest mercenaries who attacked were ambushed and surrounded by the English. As a last resort, Chen Chongguan could only let the Aztec musketeers attack with swords. If the Aztecs had not had weak skills in fighting, they would probably have suffered a crushing defeat last night!

Several Han officers who led the team to fight were covered in blood. If they were not protected by steel armor and helmets, I really didn't know how many times they had died. Even with steel armor, two people had not come back, and three people were only breathing when they were carried back.

They were all Chen Chongguan's students. They came to him to complain: "Teacher, no! These Englishmen are so good at fighting. Their fighting style is similar to the army in Shenzhou. They are all bows and arrows and spears. Moreover, their bows and arrows are very powerful, and even ordinary chain mail cannot be stopped."

"Yes, our losses are too great. The Swiss Order and the Black Forest Order have completely collapsed, losing 60%! The Aztec Order has also suffered a lot of losses, with hundreds of people missing."

"There are too few infantry left, and I'm afraid we can't defeat London. If we have a few more night battles like this, we will be in danger of being wiped out. It's better to retreat first... and take the sea to seize Portsmouth Island."

Chen Chongguan knew that what they said was true. Because of limited transportation capacity, this time he brought not many English troops, only more than 5,000. In the battle last night, he won first and then lost, with nearly 2,000 casualties. Moreover, the losses were all hand-to-hand combat troops, and the remaining troops were no longer enough to attack London. The fighting will and tactical level shown by the Englishmen last night were also impressive. What is even more worrying is that Edward, the prince of England who commanded the battle last night must be an outstanding general.

He stood on the artillery position of the camp, set up a telescope and looked fiercely at the direction of the British camp. There was dusty there, as if reinforcements had arrived. After all, this was England! He turned around to the Atlantic Fleet Admiral Lin Shilong, who was admiral of the Atlantic Fleet beside him, and said, "Admiral Lin, put down the sampan, let my people get on the boat, and retreat from the water... Let's go to Portsmouth Island."

At this time, Prince Edward stood in the stirrups, holding a telescope that had just been seized, observing the coalition camp in the distance. Dozens of cavalry and cavalrymen were running back and forth behind him, and the horse's tail was tied with branches, making a lot of noise.

The prince is bluffing!

In the battle last night, he suffered a lot of losses. The combat power of the Swiss and Black Forest mercenaries is not weak, and the combat power of the Aztec musketeers charging with swords is even more impressive. If it weren't for the small number and the ambush, and the night melee could not exert their firepower advantage, he might have fled in a panic now.

As for reinforcements, there are many. There are always more than 10,000 knights and servants of England, and there are only more than 2,000 killed in battle yesterday, and at least 10,000 can be mobilized. But what else can these knights do besides rushing and relying on their personal martial arts to fight? When they meet well-trained, well-organized opponents, and long-range weapons, they will have to be beaten!

There are only a few thousand longbowmen and a few thousand pikemen in England. The muskets and cannons of the Seris can obviously restrain the longbows...

At this time, Prince Edward had already discovered that the coalition forces were boarding the ship. He put down his telescope, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the attendant Knight beside him: "The Seris are retreating! It seems that we don't have to give up London."

"Prince, have we won?" a knight beside him asked.

"Victory?" Prince Edward shook his head and looked at the tall and strong knight, "Thomas, what do you think is victory?"

"Turning the Cyris out of England is a victory!"

"Rail out of England? And what?"

"And of course we live our own lives!"

"That's the victory of the weak!" Prince Edward shook his head, "The strong don't just want to live their own life by closing the door."

"Prince, do you still want to attack Macau?"

"Macau?" Edward smiled, "That's not a rational idea! And I don't want to drive the Cyris out of England either."

"Not driving it away?"

"We can't drive it away!" said Edward. "We can win a small victory by the Thames, but we don't have the strength to win on Portsmouth. The Cyris' navy is too strong..."

"What should we do? Let them occupy Portsmouth Island?"
Chapter completed!