When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 536: Battle of the Laper River (Part )
The church army set out later than Horn expected. According to the Privy Council's inference, the moment Horn stopped, he should have realized that he had to fight or retreat.

He didn't want to leave or fight, and he kept procrastinating until now. Horn had gathered more than 3000 troops, but he actually decided to start a fight at this time.

The two sets of backup plans prepared by the Privy Council were of no use at all, as every step taken by the opposing commander went in a direction they had not expected.

It was not until noon on February 2 that the Kush Rangers brought news that the church army was gathering.

Horn, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately ordered the 1,256 and 1,440 Guards Regiments to attack, while several regiments of the Black Hat Army remained where they were.

After all, no one knows what accidents may happen, so it is better to keep some reserve and garrison troops.

"Woo——"

The legion commanders who received the order to attack immediately blew the horn, and the sound of war immediately awakened the entire camp.

In an instant, the sounds of weapons clashing and footsteps could be heard from the camp. The black-clad soldiers in the tents and huts filed out one after another, moving in an orderly manner towards the assembly square at the entrance of the camp.

Hearing the horn, Delawan subconsciously jumped out of bed, changed his clothes in the blink of an eye, grabbed an armed sword and rushed out.

This was a habit developed during several days of small-scale fighting. Those terrible church knights were extremely fast. The horn had just sounded in one second and could be seen with the naked eye in the next second.

If you don't hurry up, the Legion won't wait for you.

"Where are the enemy? Where are they?" Delawan hurried to the assembly square and asked the old orderly soldiers who had arrived long ago.

Although several orderlies arrived earlier, the feeling of relaxation they felt was far beyond that of Della Wan.

They stretched themselves lazily, packed up medicines and simple stretchers, "No sign of them yet, at least five miles away, the war monks have assembled, we just need to leave the camp in order."

After listening to the words of several old service soldiers, Delawan became even more nervous. He had seen small-scale battles, but he had never seen such a "large-scale battle" with a total of 7,000 to 8,000 people on both sides.

He thought he had adapted, but now it seems he hasn't.

Obviously, Delavan was not aware of the "Battle of the Little Mud Ditch" in the Secret History of the Papal States.

Delawan's throat felt a little itchy, and he couldn't help but drink several sips of water, but the old orderly snatched it away.

"Don't drink it, or you'll get so nervous you'll pee your pants on the battlefield."

"Yes, just like you." The familiar orderly next to him echoed.

"Fuck you." The old orderly glared and pretended to throw the water bag at the man.

Seeing that everyone was laughing, Delawan couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you nervous or afraid? This is a decisive battle."

"Who said that? I'm still scared." Hanging a heavy backpack on Delawan's back, the old orderly said calmly, "But I tell you, once on the battlefield, even if you're an orderly, your fate is no longer in your own hands.

In addition to doing your best to complete what you should do and trusting the Holy Father and the Commander, everything else can only be left to fate. "

Delawan obviously didn't understand what the old orderly said. He just nodded blankly: "So what do we need to do next?"

"Don't worry, I've got a good job for you." Without further explanation, the old orderly put a broken iron helmet on Delawan's head, "We just need to help the miracle priests push the fireball crossbow."

Pushing the fireball crossbow was indeed a hard job. When pushing the heavy fireball crossbow onto the pre-built mound of earth, Delawan almost collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

Not only him, but all the crusaders and orderlies were so tired that they knelt on the ground and gasped.

"This... this is... what you... meant by... good, good life?" Holding his waist and squinting at the old orderly, Delawan spoke intermittently.

"The snow has melted and the ground is too soft. I wonder why no one is taking this job?" The old orderly sat down in the mud in frustration.

Originally, pushing the crossbow cart was an easy job, because it was pulled by mules and horses, and they just helped push it when going uphill.

But after the weather cleared up for three days and the snow melted, the situation was different.

The compacted dirt roads were fine, but small roads and wild grass like this were full of mud, and the wheels of the crossbow cart would easily sink into the ground.

Then you can only hold the edge of the crossbow cart, lift it out of the mud, and continue pushing it.

After a short rest, Delawan used breathing techniques to restore his strength and became the first orderly who was able to stand up and move around.

He stood on the mound and looked at the battlefield right before his eyes. The battlefield was not very wide, with the Laper River to the side and back, and the flag of the Laper River camp could be seen on the other side of the river.

The river beach in front of us is dotted with willow forests and reeds, as well as a lot of gravel and stones blocking the road. It is about two or three kilometers long and wide.

On the river beach, a steel jungle composed of spears and holy guns moved slowly, and the long linear array was still arranged in the classic V shape.

On both sides were still the Holy Gun Cavalry, but the Hussars were replaced by Kush Rangers. After all, the Orc Hussars still had to patrol the lower reaches of the Nannaoan River to prevent Blago's guard from making a feint to the east and attacking in the west.

Delawan was about to say something else when he heard an orderly shouting, "Red and blue flag, three times to the left, two times to the right."

Delawan turned around and memorized the flag signal, which meant "enemy warning." In other words, the church army had entered the battlefield.

"Have you entered the field of vision?" The astrologer from the White Mountain Hermitage stared with his blurry eyes and hammered the arm of the fireball wizard beside him.

"Not yet... Oh, no, coming, coming, northwest."

Taking out the star chart and crystal pendant, the astrologer trembled and kept turning in circles on the spot, while the shapeshifter rested his hands on the crossbow idly, with no intention of casting any spell.

Instead, two orderly soldiers took out several balls from a wooden box. It was supported by an iron frame, wrapped in leather, and even had a small hole for inserting the clockwork key.

A Saint-Favored One stepped forward and inserted the clockwork key into the small hole.

As the familiar gears clicked, the sound of horse hooves began to echo on the riverbank.

Delawan, who was quite familiar with the sound of horse hooves, immediately took a few steps forward and stood at the edge of the mound.

Across the gravel and grass, a long, colorful line rushed along the road. There were perhaps three hundred knights.

The battle flag fluttered, with a blood-stained shield emblem, representing honor and family background.

"My lord is on high!"

"Leia!!!"

The swallowtail flag and the war cry fluttered in the air at the same time.

"It's 300 meters." Delavan had learned distance measurement in school, so he shouted subconsciously, "250 meters, 200 meters... They're speeding up!"

Before Delawan could finish his words, a series of whirring sounds came from the surrounding earthen mounds.

Dozens of black shadows the size of cabbages flew up, spanning a distance of hundreds of meters and landed in front of the route where the knights were charging.

But the scenario Delavan envisioned did not happen.

There were just dozens of leather and iron-framed balls. There was neither fire nor acid when they landed on the ground. The legendary red dragon breath and green dragon breath did not appear at all.

Shouldn't it be a fireball? He turned and looked at the lazy fireball wizard, not understanding what was going on.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a sharp tinnitus. Delawan looked back at the battlefield, only to see that the knights who passed by the ball all showed expressions of pain.

It was as if an invisible shock wave swept across, and the horses of the surrounding knights seemed to be hit by a huge hammer, and they neighed in pain.

They either stood up or fell to the ground one after another with their bodies stiffened.

Blood was flowing from the ears and noses of these war horses, and countless of them broke their legs because they were distracted while running.

At a height of two meters above this section of road, there are armored knights flying.

They rolled on the ground, stirring up waves of snow and mud, and the air was filled with snow powder and mud that they had stirred up.

Some of the knights seemed to be under a spell of immobilization, with their bodies frozen in place, and only cried out in pain after they fell off their horses.

They dragged their broken limbs and looked blankly at the devastated scene before them. They didn't even notice where the enemy was.

"What is that?" Delawan subconsciously took a step forward and almost rolled off the mound.

"It's Her Highness Shiloh's new secret weapon. I call it the Banshee's Wail." The Shaper who held him explained, "Inside those leather and iron-framed balls are the Broken Dragonbone Whistles and the Wind Conch driven by the Orichalcum Spring."

(End of this chapter)