In less than two minutes the Lord Earl's light cavalry had been wiped out by a quarter, while the Scottish casualties were three times those of the English.
But it was of little use; the vast numbers of the Scots crushed them. So the remaining cavalrymen rallied close to the Earl of Wellington's side, combining their efforts to resist the Scottish cavalry, and waiting in the meantime for the heavy cavalry to arrive.
A portion of the Scottish cavalry remained to slowly encircle the Earl's group, leaving about three thousand men to meet the slow, heavy cavalry.
The last time Duke Edward plundered Edinburgh with light cavalry, now the Scots have no visual impression of heavy cavalry, the only information they get is that it is very powerful.
So the Scots set out in great array to meet the last arriving heavy cavalry.
"Boom! Boom boom! ..." an irregular sound came to mind in the ears of the cavalrymen, who were riding on their horses and could only see a line of monsters fully mounted in iron armor and their mounts clad in leather armor running over with a heavy stride and a loud sound.
And being on the heights, Count Aron could see the heavy cavalry in the distance running with heavy dust, rushing towards the by self-conscious cavalry with an unstoppable momentum, and the Count hastily commanded
"Quickly tell the nobles to pull back first and let that group of Highlanders charge on!"
Looking at the count with a face of fear, the squire did not dare to delay for a moment and hurriedly rushed to the messenger to command.
In the Middle Ages, the nobles were the representatives of the king who ruled the place, and it was clear that the nobles were much more important than those savage Highland warriors.
The messenger came before the heavy cavalry made up of nobles with the Lord Regent's password and relayed the Regent's orders.
As the nobles looked at the heavy cavalry that was getting closer and closer, they couldn't help but straddle their own mounts and hurriedly turned to run to the rear.
Seeing the nobles running back, the Highland warriors began to clamor, flinging their shields uncontrollably.
"What for? Lord Regent ordered you to be behind the cavalry to support them at all times! Who dares to disobey the order, heart your own head!"
The messenger, seeing the gradual disorganization of the Highland infantry, could not help but raise his voice in reprimand.
Because of the absence of the tribal leader, even the warlike Highland warriors would not contradict the Regent's orders.
Slowly, the tension couldn't help but ease as the warriors' attention was drawn back to the situation ahead.
The messenger's nerves sagged in relief, and he drew in a breath as he steered his mount back behind the Regent.
The time looked quite long, but it was really just a moment, and the English heavy cavalry had crashed into the waiting Scottish cavalry.
Knights with iron armor all over their bodies, only the eyes under the iron cover could be seen, looking with a cold aura, especially glaring round bright eyes, as if they were Satan from hell.
The front rank of cavalrymen were pushed back several feet with their horses by the long javelins, and those behind them were implicated as cushions, and in a mere instant hundreds of cavalrymen disappeared from the world.
Then the heavy cavalry continued to charge forward through inertia, and the Scottish cavalrymen in front of them, as if frozen in fear, allowed themselves to be crushed, and so many of them were staring wide-eyed before they died.
Instead, the Earl of Wellington and the others saw at that moment that the front, which a few breaths before had been covered with cavalry, was suddenly cleared of all but rotten flesh and severed limbs of every color, as well as white brain matter flowing everywhere.
"Lord Earl! Are you alright!" The leader of the paused heavy cavalry was the first to step out and ask the stunned Earl.
"Oh! Grace! It's all right! All the knights! Let's continue killing the enemy!" The Lord Count froze as he looked at the knights with white brains stuck to their armor in front of him, but quickly responded by issuing the command that
"Honor your command! Honorable Earl-sama!" His Excellency the Count's voice awakened the frothing cavalrymen behind him, and the individual cavalrymen responded as if they were waking up from a dream.
Soon, the situation on the battlefield was reversed, just abused the English cavalry very happy Scottish cavalry, at this time as if like a lost dog, at the mercy of fewer than their own number of English cavalry to chase.
The cavalrymen ran around in a panic, many of them either tripping and falling to their deaths or being hacked to death by the cavalrymen in the rear who disliked them for being in the way.
By the time the cavalry had fled back to the rear of the infantry, there were less than two thousand men left of the five thousand that had just begun, and when the statistics were afterward tallied, the conclusions drawn were ludicrous, that the number of those who were killed by their own side was far higher than the number killed by the English cavalry.
For the failure of the cavalry duel, it is very likely that it was the result of a miscalculation on the part of the Earl of Arran.
Since the death of the Scottish monarch, James IV, in battle against the English army at the Battle of Frodonfield on January , Scotland has also withdrawn from the Holy Alliance War as a result of the defeat.
And Scotland and England have long maintained
scale conflict, and England had been fighting France and had very much learned the French style of heavy knighthood.
So, the unfamiliarity with heavy cavalry thus led to the rout of the cavalry.
And the English cavalry waved their tails, and returned with joy to their rear to recuperate.
The infantry were next to face each other, the Scots setting up their round shields and walking slowly forward, while the English sent out their own infantry.
The two armies approached slowly, and in less than five minutes the infantrymen were engaged in a short battle, and with the ferocity of the Highland warriors the English were not only inferior to them in height, but their strength was hardly a match.
In a short time the English infantry in front collapsed and pounded backward disrupting the pace of the rear infantry.
Seeing this, Duke Edward gave a nod to the leader of the longbowmen, who immediately nodded in understanding as well.
With that, England's world-renowned longbowmen began to shine.
Longbowmen in England generally had their faces and ears wrapped tightly in cloth, their shoulders were clad in chains, their wrists were protected by leather cords and leather blocks, their fingers had protective holsters at the knuckles, and short swords and pouches hung from their belts. They wore a variety of body armor, some of which was just a plain laminated straitjacket.
Each archer carries one arrow, which is tied and placed in a pouch. When they ran out, they went to the supply caravan to get them. Most archers preferred to carry their arrows in their belts rather than struggle to put them in their pouches. They could also sling their arrows behind their backs. In defense, they stuck their arrows on the ground in front of their feet for easier access.
The three thousand longbowmen fired a round of sharp arrows in a neat manner, and the highland warriors on the opposite side hastily raised their round shields when they saw the flying arrows coming from the sky.
Unfortunately, the shield was too much. Three thousand sharp arrows fell from the sky, taking away who knows how many brave warriors.
It also gives the remaining fighters an indelible nightmare! A nightmare.
Ten rounds of flak took over a thousand of England's infantry and over 3,000 of the Highlanders, leaving over 5,000 more wounded and immobilized.
A good number of warriors shielded the fatal parts, but were captured by the English because of their wounds.
Seeing the crushing defeat of the Scottish army, the Lord Regent, regardless of gathering himself together, immediately gave the order to retreat, and fled in haste with his nobles.
Duke Edward, seeing the collapse of the Scottish infantry, rode on his white horse and shouted harshly
"The whole army is attacking! Charge!"
The battalion of escorts then rushed into the battlefield after the Lord Duke, while the Earl of Wellington, not caring to rest, led his cavalry and sailed towards the battlefield again.
At this most intense moment, Earl Warwick was supervising the logistics battalion transporting provisions.