When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 537: Battle of the Rape River (Part )
This sonic grenade named "Banshee's Wail" was recently developed by Shilov and was proposed by an alchemist priest from an ordnance factory.

The Broken Dragon Bone Flute was originally developed by the church to calm giant spiders and lure children.

The most convenient thing about it is that, like glowstone, it has the alchemical property that is triggered by low mana.

As long as the catalyst is in place, even mortals and even natural winds can achieve the effect of confusing the mind.

Not to mention that in the hands of someone with high mana, it could even cause irreversible damage to the recipient's nerves.

Horn had the idea of ​​making it into a weapon very early on. Broken dragon bones are a very common mineral in the Dragon Sleep Mountains and are sufficient for large-scale production.

However, he had two problems that he had not been able to solve.

First, how can we avoid accidentally hurting our own people? Second, how can we increase the lethality?
After receiving this research and development task, Shilov quickly solved the first problem using sonic grenades made from conch shells.

The so-called wind conch has an internal structure somewhat similar to that of a sacred rotary water pump.

The only difference is that the latter pumps water, while the former is smaller and pumps air.

This principle is similar to that of a diabolo. When the clockwork gear is released in an instant, it will drive the internal diabolo-like ringing wheel to rotate.

The dense air entered the sound window of the broken dragon bone, and its vibration was enough to exhaust the alchemical properties of the broken dragon bone in an instant, thus achieving the effect just now.

But the second problem has not been solved.

The broken dragon bones are too weak to cause damage when blown by natural wind, and anyone with a larger body or some breathing skills will not be affected.

So the project was put on hold until the arrival of Maester Kelben of the Draconic Scholars.

The Dragon Language Scholars Society, as the name suggests, their main business is to study dragons.

They study almost everything related to dragons, even broken dragon bones are dragons!
Even Maester Kelben himself had tried to use broken dragon bones to revive the dragon soul. This alchemical ritual failed of course, but it greatly enhanced the alchemical properties of the broken dragon bones.

As the clockwork gears spin, the broken dragon bones will instantly activate their alchemical properties and then turn into ashes and dissipate.

According to the tests conducted by the knights' death row prisoners, most war horses and those with less than three-stage breathing techniques are not immune to the sonic waves and mental shock of the Broken Dragon Bone.

If it happens to an ordinary person, it may even cause nerve damage and turn him into a vegetative state.

The first project of the Sacred Axis Alchemy Development Bureau became this steaming hot weapon, scientifically known as the "clock bomb."

In addition to preventing intelligence leaks, it was named this way because the delay gear inside it will make a countdown-like "ticking" sound before the sonic boom.

Horn even added a dial to it out of mischief, which not only helped the soldiers determine the time of throwing, but also allowed the enemy to see the countdown to their death.

The warm sunshine and the cold wind blew on Ryanna's face at the same time, and his face felt hot and his heart felt cold.

Standing on the hillside, he thought he had an advantageous position, so he sent out a wave of knights to launch a feint attack to see the enemy's strength.

But I didn't expect that more than half of them had fallen down before I even touched them.

What depressed Ryan the most was that he couldn't even understand how these knights fell. The flying iron balls didn't even touch any of the knights.

Before he could see clearly, all the knights fell down.

"Damn witchcraft!" Veins bulged on Ryan's hand holding the sword. This was the only explanation.

The fallen knights struggled to get up from the mud, and their once shiny armor was covered with mud and grass.

According to the normal process, if you fall off your horse, you should first gather with friendly forces, and then choose to defend in a circular formation or fight on foot in a sharp arrow formation according to the situation.

But none of them had ever experienced a situation where they fell down before even getting close to the enemy.

It’s not that no one tried to gather the war horses again, but those horses seemed to have gone crazy and didn’t listen to their original owners at all.

In the biting cold wind, the knights huddled together in a daze, awkwardly stuck in the middle of the battlefield.

But it doesn’t matter. The thoughtful little Jeanna has arrived with the Holy Gun Cavalry, specially to ease their embarrassment.

Hammers, iron hooves and lead bullets swept across the bodies of the foot knights in turn, and blood and brain matter flowed out from the cracks in the knights' iron cans.

If you die, it won’t be embarrassing anymore.

These armored knights could not outrun the war horses, nor could they hit the Holy Gun Cavalry. When they confronted them head-on, they were shot in the head with their guns.

Hundreds of knights who fell off their horses were divided up by Jeanne's back and forth attacks. In less than ten minutes, the number of remaining foot knights dropped to double digits.

"Damn it! Send all the knights with horses back first." Leonna gritted his teeth, but he suppressed his anger. "Except for my personal guards, send the remaining 200 knights out to support them, but don't get close."

The horn sounded, and the infantrymen looked sideways. From the side of the team, a wave of swallowtail flags poured down the hillside and rushed towards the center of the battlefield. The silver armor shone with the light reflected from the snow, and with the sound of sticky horse hooves, the knights rushed towards Jeanne with the flames of light as if they were walking on flat ground.

After Jeanna discovered this, she naturally gave up attacking the foot knights and turned around to
"Holy Father, grant me lightning!"

After a delicate cry, Jeanne, flashing with lightning, raised her lance and fell on her warhorse. The warhorse's hair stood on end, and it neighed and flew into the waves with lightning in its hand.

Standing on the riverbank, the black-clad soldiers saw flashes in the corners of their eyes and heard the crackling sound of lightning crawling through human bodies.

"what--"

"Eh!"

Any monk who understood war could not help but shudder.

Amidst the flashes of lightning and the thuds of bodies falling to the ground, the cavalry of both sides crossed each other.

Seven or eight smoking corpses of knights fell from their galloping horses, and a short spear was also stuck in the gap of Jeanna's shoulder armor.

Although these knights may not be as strong as Jeanna, they do have a lot of tricks.

However, it was impossible for Jeanna to use lightning spells without restraint. After dispelling the opponent's arrogance, she returned to the formation.

The Holy Gun Cavalry also returned to the army formation to restore their holy power and reload their holy guns.

They left the battlefield to the Kush Rangers, who had requested it themselves, as they needed to prove their loyalty.

At the foot of the hill in front of the river beach, the two sides were stuck in a strange stalemate.

The Church Knights and the Kush Rangers began to charge and fight each other continuously, with waves of arrows jumping back and forth between the two cavalry teams.

Neither the Salvation Army nor the Church Army sent out infantry attacks. Instead, they just watched in silence.

So the battle turned out to be a situation where the infantrymen stood on both sides, watching the knights in the middle fighting each other repeatedly.

I watched it from morning until about 3pm.

During this period, the cavalry of both sides sometimes rested and sometimes fought. They all used different strategies but failed to break into the main camp.

But both sides agreed that their main forces and infantry had not yet been deployed.

Ryanna was present throughout the whole process and did not leave for a moment.

He hadn't had a drop of water the whole day, and just stared at the situation on the battlefield with a frown, until the cautious voice of the servant sounded from the side.

"Sir, shall we retreat?"

"Retreat? Why?" Hearing the servant's question, Ryanna first asked back subconsciously, and then slapped his forehead belatedly.

He turned his horse around and looked at the infantrymen who had been standing there for most of the day. They no longer looked the same as when they first arrived.

Many people even sat down on the spot, started eating and drinking, and even picked lice from each other. The morale and mental state declined visibly.

These infantrymen simply couldn't concentrate and stand for a long time. Seeing that the soldiers opposite him didn't move, he thought that not much time had passed.

Only the several hundred land servants and a dozen double-paid great swordsmen remained in good condition, but they also showed impatience on their faces.

Ryan knew he couldn't wait any longer.

If they wait any longer, they will collapse on their own without the need for the Saviors to come.

"Distribute the fanaticism potion and the burning heart potion. Two bottles per person. Drink them and start charging."

The attendant blinked and asked again and again, "Do you want to drink both bottles? Does everyone want to drink both bottles?"

"Are you deaf?" Ryanna didn't care about anything else. Death in battle or sudden death after drinking were both death. Since he was going to die, why not sacrifice himself for the church?

"Have the armored soldiers and knights watch. Anyone who dares to talk nonsense can be killed directly. The preparation of the potion must be completed within half an hour."

Half an hour later, the sleepy Delawan was awakened by the sudden sound of a horn. He walked quickly forward, stood on the edge of the mound and looked out.

Finally, dense figures appeared on the hillside, chain mail and armored suits rubbing against each other, and war horses snorted and spewed out puffs of white steam.

"Here they come," Delawan shouted, "The church's army is coming!"

After seven hours of watching, the 7 infantrymen of the main camp and the cavalrymen led by Leonna himself finally appeared on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)