My British Empire

At this moment, under the leadership of Robert, a mob of 20,000 people slowly approached the militia led by Marquis William.

Although the soldiers were in rags and rags, their ages were uneven, and their faces were yellow and thin, they were full of energy. They did not have the mentality of compromise and compromise in the face of noble lords in normal times. It can be said that all of them had a new look on their faces.

This is an attitude, an attitude of striving for ideals.

In this era when hot weapons have not yet been fully popularized, fighting depends purely on the troops' ability to withstand casualties. Whoever is not afraid of death will win in the end.

Of course, at present, the difference between the two teams is that one trains frequently, and the other is composed of poor people, and their combat effectiveness is not directly proportional. That's why thousands of officers and soldiers chased tens of thousands of rebels to run away in history.

At this time, the expeditionary force of more than 1,000 people composed of local militia did not pay attention to the 20,000 people who came from the opposite side.

In fact, they didn't know how many people were on the other side, but the blind confidence of the officers completely infected them, and an extraordinary optimism spread in the militia.

They were all militiamen, which meant they had no uniform.

Some wore broken armor handed down from their ancestors, some wore a short shirt, all kinds of clothes were strange and varied.

What is more uniform is that their weapons are exactly the same. They are all standard weapons stored in the county, long spears and longbows.

And Robert led more than 20,000 mobs, with all kinds of weapons, such as lamb forks, wooden spades, spears and so on.

For this reason, Marquis William specially made all the people on his side wear white cloaks, while Robert made the people on his side wear black long scarves around their arms.

Therefore, from a distance, the militiamen in the vast expanse of white held long guns, and listened to the command of the Marquis, and walked forward with ease.

Regardless of his own age, Robert stood on a high platform that he built casually, looked into the distance, and saw the steady-footed militiamen approaching slowly, his eyebrows frowned involuntarily.

"Sir, what should we do?" On the side, a worried adjutant approached, looked at the dignified Robert, and asked.

"Wait—" Robert looked into the distance and opened his lips slightly.

"When they get closer to us, we will directly take advantage of the number of people and attack directly in one go. Only in this way can we have a little chance of winning!"

"Indeed, we don't have strong control over the army, so we can only rush over directly, hoping that the king's people will be directly dispersed!"

The adjutant sighed, only this choice is the most suitable at present, and then he turned his head to look at the army behind him, the worry in his eyes flashed away.

Although the army has a large number of people, its composition is too complex, and the command system has not been established, so it can only bite the bullet and go to the battlefield.

Soon, the white army approached step by step, and the optimism made the army look majestic and indomitable.

And the 20,000 troops behind Robert also appeared in a continuous white formation, and the neat formation brought great oppression to everyone.

Immediately, everyone looked at the Kate family emblem on the banner, and their hearts immediately settled down. Everyone believed that Mr. Robert would lead everyone to victory.

Regardless of his old body, Robert rode on a big black horse, staring straight ahead at the approaching army and the family emblem of the Marquess of Northampton fluttering in the long wind, without any sense of fear.

"Hello, Sir Kate, our Lord Marquis asked me to tell you that your betrayal of the king is unforgivable, but if you surrender now, there may still be a way out!"

A cavalryman ran over, sat on the horse and bowed politely, then raised his chin and said proudly.

"Please tell His Excellency the Marquess of Northampton that this war is inevitable. As long as the enclosure is still going on, we will not stop!"

Robert sat on the horse and took off his hat to salute. English people are always so persistent about etiquette.

Seeing Robert Kate's sonorous and forceful answer, the courier reined in the horse, looked at the stubborn old man carefully, and then rode away without looking back.

After receiving this reply, Marquis William showed no surprise on his face. He just ordered the troops to speed up and resolve the battle as soon as possible. This is the best result.

Soon, the militiamen who slowed down began to move forward again in a menacing manner. The spearmen's iron spear heads were shining coldly, which made people feel panic.

The mobs were not to be outdone. Although they lacked all weapons, their silent and oppressive atmosphere directly made the militiamen who were getting closer feel a little hesitant.

But the Earl's order was unquestionable, and his footsteps did not stop at all.

At this time, only blood can be used to witness the victory.

The pikemen in the front row were like a sharp dagger piercing into the mob, causing huge casualties to the mob at once.

The longbowmen in the rear fired cold arrows "swish-swish--", the ragged mobs were basically unable to parry, and a blank space was cleared around the pikemen.

In the rear, Marquis William held up the binoculars. Seeing such a scene, his worries dissipated a lot, and he showed a smile.

Then, the Marquis's smile suddenly froze, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The picture turned around, and on the emptied white ground, mobs rushed up one after another, without any fear. If you look carefully, you can even see the ferocious and fanatical faces of those people clearly.

Seeing this, Marquis William was shocked. He didn't understand what happened to these mobs, they were so violent.

The pikemen in the front row felt the most profoundly about this. They felt that they were a rock facing the endless waves, one wave after another, and the pressure was enormous.

All kinds of weapons rushed at them, and soon overwhelmed the nearly 1,000 pikemen in front of them, and the white figure disappeared after a few flashes.

So, in less than ten minutes, the pikemen were basically wiped out, surrounded, or dead.

"Quick, quick, let the longbowmen evacuate, evacuate quickly!"

Seeing the mob getting closer to the longbowman in the rear, Marquis William knew that he had failed, so he hurriedly ordered the messenger to convey his military order.

"Let's go too, hurry up!" Marquis William eagerly ordered the guards beside him, "These mobs are crazy, really crazy!"

The Marquis pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and said to the guards following him, then turned his head and glanced at the submerged spear phalanx with complicated eyes.

Soon, the Marquis' only guards followed his footsteps without hesitation and evacuated urgently.

"Mr. Jazz, do we want to chase?" the adjutant looked at the retreating Marquis and others, and asked softly.