"Remember, aim the muzzle at the Duke of Cumberland in the center. If anyone deviates from it, I will cut off his head immediately. I am a knight, and do what I say and never break my promise!"

After saying that, all the artillery soldiers shivered and their speed increased a lot.

"Boom--" "Boom--"...

A moment later, more than twenty artillery pieces headed towards the center of the British army, and their target was the Duke of Cumberland.

"Sir, be careful!" The young guard quickly pressed the round duke down and avoided some dust attacks.

"Damn it, how did the artillery fire be aimed at us?" The Duke was very angry.

"It must be done by the Scots, the shit-eating mercenaries!"

"Boom boom boom boom" "Boom boom"

As soon as he finished speaking, artillery shells kept attacking, and the guards around him suffered heavy losses. Moreover, these damn artillery soldiers were aiming more and more accurately. The closest distance was only ten feet (about three meters), which made his mind tremble.

"Damn artillery, I dared to fool me before, I want to kill them!"

This is completely different from the accuracy of the Scots before. In the sky and the earth, the duke felt that these artillery soldiers were fooling him, and he was immediately angry. (Architecturer: Try holding a knife around your neck?)

The continuous attack of shells forced the Duke of Cumberland to evacuate.

The departure of the coach was no less than the last straw that defeated the camel for the English soldiers on the flank who were attacked by werewolf.

The Duke evacuated shortly after the flank collapsed, and werewolf rushed into the square like a tsunami, slaughtering.

"Go and drive these defeated soldiers forward!" Looking at the figure of Duke Cumberland not far away, Chief MacDonald ordered sternly.

Stay at the forefront of life and meet again in the future.

If the Duke of Cumberland was captured, his tribe would probably be hated by England for the rest of his life.

The defeated soldiers were driven forward like brainless flies, destroying the phalanx of the Scots.

Then, the Scots began a one-sided massacre mode, and the English fled in defeat.

"Victory! It's not easy!" Charlie was filled with emotion at this moment.
Chapter completed!