When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 558: Battle of Black Lettuce Village (Part )

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

The leading Temple Knight was the first to be hit.

He had originally stood up in the stirrups, calling out the names of his companions.

Then there was a loud noise, and the chest armor of the Temple Knight suddenly exploded, and blood spurted out as if it was risking its life.

As if being hit by an invisible giant hammer, the knight roared, with the armor on his chest shattering, and fell off his horse with his feet facing the sky.

People didn't even see how he died, they just saw the peacock feathers on his helmet fluttering into the sky.

Like a wild duck that has been beaten to a pulp by lead bullets.

"Vault, prostrate!"

The other Knights of the Order, who were several versions behind Elad, only recalled the horror they had experienced on the battlefield.

They either lay prone on the horses' backs or jumped off in a panic.

Compared to Ellard's terrifyingly sharp sense, their reactions were far too slow.

Hundreds of clockwork guns roared in unison with commands.

Lead bullets flew in groups, and the knights who were crowded together had nowhere to hide.

Amid the howls of pain and the neighing of war horses, clouds of blood mist and flying blood arrows were heard one after another, with the edge of the street and the eaves as the dividing line.

Like popping beans, the knights on horseback fell one after another.

The war horses wheeled in fear, trampling the fallen priests and knights, turning the entrails and flesh into a pool of bright red mud.

However, the clockwork gun is not a submachine gun after all. After a burst of salvos, it enters a short winding period of three salvos.

While all the knights were still unable to extricate themselves from the fear and blood, Elad seemed to be able to reverse time. He hooked his ankles on the upper part of the saddle and slid from the ground to the horse's back with a whoosh.

Without saying a word, he held the horse's neck and poured the potion into the horse's mouth. In the blink of an eye, he ran more than ten meters away.

"Quick, let's rush out while they wind up!"

"It's too crowded. Don't fight here."

At this time, the knights of the imperial decree suddenly realized something and mounted their horses, chasing after Ellard's back, trying to break out of this land of death.

The knights lay prone on their horses, carrying kite-shaped shields as a consolation, and rushed wildly through the crowded streets, competing with each other.

The war horses and swords rubbed and collided with each other, their manes were stuck together by blood and sweat, and they would slip and fall to the ground from time to time because of the blood.

The most suffocating thing was the lead bullets chasing them like locusts from behind, and from time to time there were volleys of gunfire from both sides, knocking their companions off their horses.

Amid the shock waves and flying lead bullets, the knights had never felt that the distance of a hundred meters on this rural street was so long.

However, this is not completely hopeless. After Elad rushed out of the street first, the remaining Knights Templar, who were less than a hundred people, also rushed out.

The edict following behind the Knights Templar even made the knights smile with hope, but before they could laugh, a gust of hot wind blew towards them.

At least ten fireballs rose from behind the house and hit the temple knights.

Behind the wall of fire, the spearmen who had been hiding several miles away in order not to alert the enemy finally arrived.

"Towards the center, shoulder to shoulder!"

"drink!"

Amid the sound of orderly stomping feet, first the first row, then the second and third rows, lowered their spears like a staircase wave, aiming at the Knights of the Imperial Order behind the wall of fire.

The shiny and sharp spears blocked this country street like a hedgehog wall.

In the gaps between the houses on both sides of the street, the knights could see black-clad soldiers running wildly with muskets in hand.

The black muzzle of the gun was extended again, aiming at the remaining eighty-odd knights of the Imperial Order, fifty-odd knights of the Square Banner, and thirty-odd knights of the Squire. And in the rear, visible to the naked eye, there were two more legions marching quickly towards them.

After all, the village is so small that it's good enough to accommodate 400 Holy Gunners without being exposed, not to mention the Holy Sun Righteous Army disguised as the remnant villagers.

Even the spearmen from the two legions had to ambush in the farmlands outside the village. Fortunately, the farmlands were overgrown with weeds, so Ellard did not discover them.

Laurent didn't think that he could annihilate all the knights and destroy their organization with a single ambush, and in the end he still had to rely on hand-to-hand combat with the spearmen.

However, with nearly two hundred knights in front of them, who were either dead or half-crippled and had low morale, as well as the thousands of companions behind them, the outcome of this battle had already been decided, and it all depended on how much they could achieve.

"The first row half-kneel, the second and third rows stand firm, the devil's lackeys are about to charge!"

Standing in the third row with a rifle, Laurent shouted loudly.

He was born a holy musketeer, but that didn't stop him from standing in the spear's hand to boost morale.

Soon, fierce hand-to-hand combat and continuous gunfire enveloped this narrow area.

By the time six hundred spearmen blocked more than a hundred knights and waited for support from two legions, the battlefield had already entered garbage time.

In other words, after the Cavaliers' organization was broken up, it basically entered garbage time.

When Andre arrived on his slow horse, the outcome of the battle of Rapunzel Village had already been decided.

The last sixty or so knights of the Imperial Company chose to surrender. They were strangled by the neck and knelt in a row in the mud.

The donkey carts were transporting the remaining ninety-odd prisoners of war who were slightly injured or unconscious.

As for the remaining 240-odd knights, including 54 Knights of the Imperial Order, they either turned into rotten corpses or turned into charcoal.

"Of course, some escaped." Standing under the tattered banner of the Imperial Order Company, Laurent pulled out the banner and threw it onto the trophy carriage. "More than a dozen Knights of the Imperial Order escaped. They were too fast and we didn't catch up with them."

"What about the commander named Elad?"

"He ran away with the Temple Knights, and Count Nathaniel's knights are chasing him." Laurent snorted disdainfully, "He disappeared during the fight, and reappeared after the fight. This is what a noble is."

"What about the thousands of guards and sergeants?"

"First they were hit by clock bullets, then they were hit by a volley of fire. The two legions were pinched from both sides and were scattered."

"Congratulations on a great victory. You can now report to your Majesty." Andre smiled and applauded.

Although Andre's applause was congratulatory, Laurent felt that the applause was a bit harsh.

After all, the ones who played the biggest role in this ambush were Valentyl and Andre's Holy Sun Volunteer Army.

Without them, let alone an ambush, even knowing the enemy's movements would be a problem due to the lack of cavalry, and the only option would be passive defense.

"I won't take credit for your work. I will report truthfully how much you have done and how much I have done." Laurent stared at Andre, not knowing what to say.

In this battle, the Imperial Command Company left behind by Prince Condai was captured at the cost of 40 clock shells, 29 casualties and 322 minor injuries.

Although half of Elad's command company was temporarily assembled, its combat effectiveness is not as good as that of the full-strength command company.

But being able to achieve such results with only 2300 people is definitely a great victory.

After this battle, Prince Condai had only four imperial companies at his disposal.

12 Salvation Army legions and nearly a thousand cavalrymen against 4 command companies and 3 elite mercenary regiments, the gap is at least smaller than that of a command company.

The imperial command company commanded by Elad and the imperial command company commanded by Prince Conde are two different things.

If the attack on Hotam County was a test paper, then Laurent and Andre got full marks on the first major question.

Looking at the dejected knights of the Imperial Order, the usually calm Andre couldn't help but sigh:
"Do you think Prince Condé expected that the Imperial Company he left behind would be defeated so quickly?"

(End of this chapter)