When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1207 The Battle of Gewu City (Part 2)
The resounding bugle call echoed through the heavens and earth, startling countless birds in the grove.

The war drums quickened, accompanied by orbs of divine light falling upon the soldiers.

The formal attack has begun.

Rows of neatly arranged military boots stepped down, kicking up countless clouds of dust below their knees.

The soldiers rested their rifles or wind-up muskets on their shoulders, supporting them with their palms, and marched in time with the war drums.

The pebbles bounced around, and the frogs in the small pond couldn't help but stick their heads out.

Every step was taken very steadily; it looked slow, but it was actually quite fast.

By incorporating the Holy Alliance's tactical manuals and modifying them according to the characteristics of the Francans, a unique tactical system was formed, which is unique to the Francans.

Sunlight fell on the gleaming tip of the gun, but the reflected light could not illuminate the matte black muzzle.

"Step half a step to either side!"

As the officer gave the order, Tzio, standing on the hill, could clearly see that the previously loose formation had become sparse.

This means we've entered the firing range of the Blood Pact Gun.

Although the manual says that soldiers need to stand shoulder to shoulder to maintain courage.

However, standing shoulder to shoulder would lead to being hit by a barrage of lead bullets, so Fran simply used the Divine Courage spell to forcibly maintain morale.

The first wave of attack has begun!

"Twelve-pound cannons, fire heavily on the left flank!"

With the three-pound cannons firing rapidly in front of the lines and the six-pound cannons launching volleys from behind, Tzio was not to be outdone.

When the order to use heavy artillery was given, huge iron balls burst out and landed on the left flank battlefield not far away.

The left-wing battlefield was located on the edge of a village, with a path leading to the village entrance, a fence, and a few large trees for shade.

Tzio knew that, given the current situation and distance, it would be difficult to hit the target without several rounds of practice shots.

Therefore, his shelling in this round was merely interference, and its trajectory was random.

There was no other way; the battle was too rushed, and they didn't even have time to survey the battlefield or conduct initial firing corrections.

Dense artillery shells bounced across the left flank of the battlefield, knocking down two houses and tearing down a section of the fence.

One of the water jets even hit the pond precisely, and the frogs that were just watching the spectacle were immediately launched into the sky by the jet of water.

The pool water fell sparsely on the ground like rain, causing many high-ranking vampires to change their expressions.

Even a slight glancing blow from such a powerful cannon would probably hurt.

However, not all shells missed their mark.

Thanks to the weather, today is a bright and sunny day, offering not only a wide view but also a fairly firm ground.

Two iron balls actually managed to penetrate the enemy's ranks.

Due to the long distance, the angle of incidence of the twelve-pounder gun became smaller, easily achieving the task of ricocheting and skipping across the water.

Two iron balls bounced through the vampire array, limbs and flesh flew everywhere, and even several blood basins were overturned.

Even a rolling iron ball, no longer bouncing, can break the leg of someone blocking the way.

Standing atop the hill, holding up his binoculars, Tzio couldn't help but smile.

The two rows of vampires were almost cut in half by the cannonball, and their formation was thrown into chaos.

With the help of the six-pounder and three-pounder cannons below, the vampires facing the enemy head-on were already in considerable disarray.

Because the blood mist obscured his vision, Tso even had a vague feeling that there were deserters among them.

However, the high-ranking vampires were all there, and they easily led the supervisory team to cut off the heads of these vampires.

"Continue calibration." Ciozze raised his hand smugly, letting his sleeve slide down. "Smoke, please!"

The nephew adjutant next to him immediately took out tobacco and a pipe, and handed them to his uncle during this small break in the battlefield.

After taking two deep puffs of his pipe and exhaling a smoke ring, Tzio sent a messenger down the mountain to claim credit while continuing to observe the battlefield and look for an opportunity.

It has to be said that these vampires were unlucky to choose today to attack.

It had been raining for several days in a row, which was basically the vampires' domain.

But just as the two sides entered the combat zone, the weather suddenly cleared up this morning.

The vampire army wanted to retreat immediately, but it was too late. They were surrounded by the allied forces dispatched by Duke Villar and had no choice but to fight.

If it weren't for those blood basins, they would probably have suffered a crushing defeat from the very beginning.

"You're out of luck," Tso said, exhaling a smoke ring. "Hmm, we're in firing range. Raise the angle of fire, and don't hit your own men."

"Yes."

As Tzio said, the two sides quickly entered the maximum firing range.

As if some unseen signal had been given, both sides' officers simultaneously shouted, "Prepare to fire!"

The wind-up musket that had been resting on his shoulder was removed, and a lead bullet coated with holy oil was inserted into the muzzle. The firing rod was then pressed back with a ramrod.

A series of creaking sounds immediately echoed through the array of flanges, and with a click as the clips tightened, the winding process came to an end.

The vampires on the other side were not to be outdone, and they too began loading bullets.

The Blood Pact Gun can actually fire blood pellets directly.

However, most vampires still prefer to use iron pellets because blood pellets are too brittle and their internal structure is not solidified. When they hit armor, they easily only cause blunt force damage and cannot penetrate the armor.

They took the blood-sucking vines from their lower backs, wrapped one end around their arm, and placed the other end on the small clip of the Blood Pact Gun.

He dripped a drop of blood into the small opening of the Blood Pact Gun with his index finger, and the blood-sucking vine immediately slithered into the gun like a snake.

In an instant, the originally transparent obsidian tube turned into light red, scarlet, and dark red.

After the color turned dark red, the vampires immediately took out scissors and cut off a section of the vampire vine.

At this moment, the distance between the two sides had reached about 130 meters.

It's ready to go.

Tzio muttered to himself, and at the same time, a burst of gunfire rang out across the fields.

Whether it was the French or the royal court, blood splattered everywhere, and many people fell down immediately.

However, when humans fall, they clutch their wounds, their faces turning purple as they wail in agony.

When a low-level vampire falls, the wounds appear to be burned, with wisps of blue smoke rising from them.
The wounds weren't large, but the pain made them writhe on the ground, their expressions visibly listless, and some even fainted.

When faced with ordinary lead bullets, vampires don't really care about the internal organs unless they hit the heart or head.

Even if their arms are broken, they can stop the bleeding themselves without relying on any external means.

What truly caused them pain was the layer of holy oil that enveloped the lead bullet.

The sound of a clockwork cannon firing came from behind, and Tzio took a drag of his cigarette with a complicated expression.

This scene was different from what he had heard from his father when he was a child.

The once unpredictable battlefield situations, formation changes, and bravery are all gone.

All that remains is a mechanical, fixed routine of advancing, stopping, aiming, firing, reloading, and advancing again...

With every meter of advance, soldiers from both sides could be seen falling, but the action was repeated over and over.

Tzio sighed. He had to admit, this kind of battlefield was really boring.

The first wave of attack clearly failed, and due to heavy casualties, large numbers of soldiers retreated and fled.

But that doesn't matter, because there's a second wave of attack coming right after.

In a sense, the first wave of attack serves as the meat shield for the second wave.

Although the Franco legions claimed to be indiscriminate in their service, most noble sons were assigned to the second wave.

As for the first batch, it will still be filled by children from ordinary families.

Of course, if the second wave is lost, the first wave will become the third wave to continue the attack.

In a sense, there really is a kind of sophistical fairness.

However, it seems there won't be that opportunity today.

As the second wave of attacks pressed forward, the distance between the two sides quickly narrowed to the last thirty to fifty meters.

The captain of the elite squadron of the Ninth Column pulled down his helmet visor and drew his longsword: "Charge!"

Under the cover of lead bullets, the original nine columns of melee soldiers, wielding halberds and greatswords, charged towards the enemy.

Meanwhile, the third and fourth generation mid-level vampires in the vampire array also began a close-quarters counterattack.

This bloody battle was no different from the Hundred Years' War.

The only difference was that the Francans' armor was lighter and offered greater protection.

After all, the alchemical revolution brought about by the Holy Alliance spread beyond just his own country, increasing productivity across the entire empire.

Divine and necromancy flew, and a large number of skeletons surged forward, only to be overwhelmed by the arriving military police knights.

Meanwhile, the heavily armored superhuman knights descended like divine soldiers, charging into the vampire ranks from the side.

Under the double blow, the vampire formation that the elite squadron was facing quickly collapsed and continued to spread.

“We won… no, we can’t say that.” Tso wiped the sweat from his forehead. Every time people thought that, something bad would happen. “Let’s just say we won one round.”

The elite squadron wouldn't let this opportunity pass, immediately pursuing and advancing, tearing apart the enemy's entire formation.

The once-stable bloodline quickly disintegrated into trails of blood rats fleeing across the mountains and fields.

It has to be said that this vampire doesn't seem to be that powerful.

Tzio continued to order a bombardment of the vampire central army to cover the next operation.

He picked up the binoculars and continued to observe the battlefield, but suddenly, he abruptly turned his gaze back to the left flank.

“No, what’s that?” Tso stared wide-eyed for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around and handed the binoculars to his nephew.

"You have good eyesight, look, what's that?"

Picking up the binoculars, little BizEze looked for a while before hesitatingly speaking, "Armored ogres? Wait, why are they wearing plate armor, and why are they so tall?"

"Turn the guns around and continue bombarding the left flank!"

As soon as Tzio finished giving the order, he froze, his hair standing on end.

Because in the instant he said those words and everything went quiet, he heard the whooshing sound of a fan blowing air from above.

"Haha, I can't let you bombard our flesh and blood Titan Knights."

(End of this chapter)