At this time, the Archbishop of Milan, Francis, stood on the wooden tower of the barracks, with a cold smile on his face. This time it was originally a war between the soldiers, but if it involved the pagan demons from the East, the war would be initiated by him, and the church would also take out a large sum of money to equip and encourage soldiers.

The plan I don't want to say is that if the pagan devil from the East who made Bishop Bardoro of Genoa flee without a fight, if he was defeated by himself, then...

Just think about it, even Emperor Louis IX is not an opponent of the Eastern Devil, who is defeated by himself, and perhaps the next Pope has his own chance. Therefore, looking at the distance, the sounds that are similar to the shooting sounds of last night and the flashing lights, he thought that those are the magic of the pagan devils. If it is magic, then there will not be many people, at most a few magicians.

He prepared a team protected by powerful cavalry, carried by the priests with a large number of silver equipment and other items against the demons. He was happy to watch the team with torches attack quickly.

"Hmph, you pagan devils, see where you run!"

The cavalry and the priests on horseback, when the strange sounds in the wild, especially those things that resemble guns, were all lying at once to avoid the incoming bullets.

Unfortunately, when real rifle shooting, bullets would make sounds like small insects when flying by. But they heard nothing in their ears, and the only thing they saw was the light of firecrackers flashing in the distance.

When they received the place where light seemed to be there and the sound of whistles and horns kept coming, their horses suddenly became shorter, and then they neighed in pain, throwing out the horse's cavalry and the priests. The people flying in the air immediately screamed, forming a loud embellishment of cruel night with the horse's tragic neigh.

Although the people who were thrown out fell heavily, most of them did not break their necks except for those who were particularly unlucky. However, some people who were unlucky had their horses turned around because of their fast speed, and rode on the cavalry or priests.

Such unlucky people usually only have time to make a half-hoarse scream, and then their majestic body is pressed into all the holes on their bodies, red or white, or something that is unknown.

The most regrettable thing is that when the surviving cavalry came to their target, they found nothing where the so-called rifle sounded, but there was a smell of sulfur in the air. They searched around and found it, but only a few sheep in the pit and some weird things, and they didn't know what to do. But when the chasing cavalry were looking at the strange things, an explosion sounded like a sound from the camp.

"I've been fooled!"

The loyal cavalry turned around quickly, turned their horses and ran to their barracks quickly.

However, it was not their barracks that exploded at this time, but on the other side of the barracks where lamp posts were there. Indeed, those lamp posts caused some trouble for night attacks. Compared with the small number of shells, 1,500 archers attacks would be more useful. After all, their attacks would be silent, and a large number of trigger rockets fell from the sky. If the camp was burned out, the Milan Crusaders would probably not have a good sleep.

Because there is no wooden battalion to protect it, the opponent's cavalry will probably flatten the entire battalion in one charge. Although we know that Zhao Fubo, who has high-tech weapons, will not do such a stupid thing as killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 by himself. But it is certain that Bishop Francis was judged based on the usual combat methods of Europeans, and burning the opponent's battalion was one of the means.

From last night to now, why did the opponent's rockets not carry flames in flight? Bishop Francis has never thought about it yet. Because even if the arrows were not burned, the containers on them were fragmented due to their strong inertia. The petroleum products have naturally evaporated. To put it bluntly, even if they were given the same as they were, they would not use petroleum products, but they would not be useless.

The lamp posts with oil tanks were either knocked over and destroyed under the attack of shells, or fell to the ground to continue to burn. However, because on the ground, their lighting effect was almost completely lost. As the illuminated lamp posts were destroyed, the "Great Wall" formed by the beacon was opened to a huge product.

The Yulin Army held up the Rambo folding bow in their hands and began to attack the Milan Army's camp. Just like the night before, when they reached their maximum range, they shot arrows in their hands, as if they were usually training, quickly turning around and leaving here.

A group of arrow branches once again brought a large amount of flames to the camp. The wooden camp gate became a Great Wall of Flame this time. As the Great Wall of Flame spread, more shells flew through the air. Tonight, Zhao Fubo was the gunners who wanted the crossbows, and all the fire bombs were carried. After one shot, it was a 10-square-meter fire point.

At this moment, the Milan Crusaders would probably have to save the fire in the middle of the night.

Juliana and Manfred looked at the Milan Crusaders camp, who were immersed in the light of the heroic fire, and couldn't help but shake their heads. At the same time, they were thinking about what to do with such a night attack. However, Manfred was a little smarter. After thinking for a while without results, he threw the problem to Zhao Fubo, who was looking at the fire with great enthusiasm.

"Absolutely, what would you do if someone else did this to you?"

When Juliana heard Manfred's inquiry, she felt curious. Even if others don't have crossbows, they can use rockets. The burning bows and arrows can also make Zhao Fubo's military camp burn. Zhao Fubo turned his face and smiled at them.

"Actually, this is very simple. You only need to set up some wooden stakes outside and install some battlefield lighting systems on the stakes, but don't use them when you are not attacked. Then there is patrol teams, traps, and trips to Marso... To be honest, who can't do anything bad? I haven't even mentioned mines and searchlights yet. Want to attack me? In other words, reconnaissance is done well, why are you waiting for others to attack me? I'm about the same as I attack them!"

Manfred thought about it and said that as long as the reconnaissance is done well, night attacks like Zhao Fubo and others can be avoided. However, obviously Manfred has forgotten one thing: Europeans are fine to send signals remotely. And they don’t have telescopes, how can they compare to the Song Yulin Army in reconnaissance?
Chapter completed!