To all Lords and Knights:
In England, the longbow is not a sport; it is a mandatory survival obligation enforced by the Crown. We banned idle entertainment to forge every able-bodied commoner into a lethal hunter. Against the French heavy cavalry, this national weapon is our only path to victory.
Tactical Core: Devastation through Volume
A single Longbowman looses six heavy arrows per inch of time. When three thousand volley together, eighteen thousand shafts blot out the sun instantly. It is not rain; it is a steel curtain.
The Verdict of Agincourt:
We proved the power of "asymmetrical slaughter" in the mud of Agincourt. Arrogant knights charged, only to be met by a shadowing eclipse. Our shafts acted as merciless chisels, piercing plate armor and pinning the nobility to the earth. The Royal Longbowmen are no longer mere soldiers; they are the sharpest fangs of Britannia.
[Tactical Assessment Report]
Positioning Analysis:
Derived from Tudor pragmatism: if your range covers the sky, the enemy shield wall is obsolete. These men are masters capable of pushing 80-pound strongbows to their physical limit.
Units Configuration:
Weapon: Royal Armory Certified, 80-pound yew longbow.
Personnel: Elite veterans. Nerves of steel needed to calculate the parabola of death amidst chaos.
Tactical System: "Three Ranges: Total Suppression." The Royal Longbowmen are the ultimate solution, switching ammunition to suit the battlefield:
Close Range: Equip Bodkin Arrows. Armor-piercing tips to tear through heavy defense.
Mid Range: Use Precision Arrows. Maximum accuracy to inflict fatal damage on light units.
Long Range: Switch to Flight Arrows. Lightweight materials allow extreme range to continuously harass enemies from safety.
[Council Orders]
Blades are for the brave, but range is the art of the Commander.
This ace force, capable of ignoring terrain, awaits your command.
Go, Warlord. Teach them the harsh truth of the North:
Death does not just strike from the front—it rains from above.
— The High Council