Well light armored archers did beat knights with axes and blunt weapons in agincourt after they had managed get that muddy field with arrows raining on em to other end…
Alright, you’ve entered my realm now, so buckle up.
Those archers were vastly outnumbered. VASTLY. The odds are normally accepted as 30 to 1, though some say it was anywhere between 20 to 1 odds all the way up to 50 to 1 odds. Regardless, the English were outnumbered, underfed, weakened from a long campaign, all manners of things. They had been on the run from the French for weeks as they did not have the numbers for a pitched battle. But Agincourt. Agincourt the English were caught in and they had to fight. In the night it is said the English, laying on nothing but their own clothing and eating wormy bread and watered porridge, could see and hear the French feasting on foods that wafted to the English camp. Yet God had favored the English that night.
You see, the English man-at-arms, despite having horses, were commanded to fight on the ground. Why?
The field was muddy.
Now the French, being the arrogant frogs they are, mounted onto their plated destriers and thought the battle would be won the way the French always won; through horseback. On the other side of the field was the English archers hammering stakes into the ground, affixed to aim for a horse’s chest. Behind those stakes the archers waited and the men-at-arms behind the archers.
Now, you can obviously tell me what happens when a horse tries to charge in mud. It won’t charge. It’s bogged down.
At the same time, in that rainy night before Agincourt, the English had dug holes in the muddy field in order that, when the French charged on their horses as they were expected to do, the horse’s legs would break and the French would be forced to the ground.
The muddy ground.
So here we are, French charging their destriers and faltering. The English archers firing volley after volley, piercing flesh and mail as their yew longbows strained again and again. And when the French fell, their plate, now bogged in the mud, suffocated them. Trapped them. Killed them. And from the English ranks, when the French retreated on October 15th, 1415, did the archers and squires file onto the field, searching for French knights who could be held for ransom and sliding their rondels into the visors of those who were worthless.
So without that muddy field, those archers would have been killed. In a one-on-one fight, the archers are worthless against knights, lightly-armoured or not.
And before you say, ‘‘what about French archers?’’ Genoese Crossbowmen. And crossbows don’t have the range a longbow has, so those crossbowmen had to walk onto the field just to get in range, where they, in their light armor, walked into archer fire and died despite their pavises. So they ran back to their lines. The French lines.
And the French charged the mercenaries and killed them all before they themselves were slaughtered.