When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 569: For Freedom (6k chapters)

"It's Prince Kongdai, the real dog prince."

A Holy Gunner on the mounds on both sides could not help but shout, and the eyes of the Holy Gunners immediately focused on the knight wearing a purple-red feather tassel.

He was over two meters tall, nearly three meters tall, and looked a little fat because he was too strong.

The heavy armor collided with the bumps, and the dull and distant sound of metal collision could be heard.

The expressions of the war monks on the mound changed.

How heavy must it be to make such a sound?

"Don't just stand there, it's seventy meters." The captain of the two fifty-man Holy Gun Corps ordered, "Kneel down and shoot. After we're done, we'll return to the mound behind and prepare to retreat."

The clockwork key creaked as it turned, and the spring hit the gears, as if it was counting down.

The horse's hooves were like war drums, beating on the hearts of every war monk. They kept licking their dry lips and dared not wipe the sweat from their palms.

Here he comes, here he comes!
Like a huge iron mountain, Prince Kongdai rushed towards the top of the mound with a cloud of dust.

"Fire!" the division captain shouted loudly.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

Looking at Prince Conde charging rapidly, each Saint Gunner gritted his teeth and pulled the snake-shaped trigger heavily with his swollen fingers.

The shrill whistling sound echoed between the mounds and depressions. Under the classic kneeling front and standing back shooting, the three rows of lead bullets in the upper, middle and lower rows roared, collided with each other and rushed towards the galloping knights.

On both sides of the charging column, blood arrows immediately burst out from the bodies of seven or eight imperial knights, who fell off their horses.

When he fell to the ground, the armor was so heavy that it even splashed up puddles of mud.

"Despicable!" Prince Kong Dai cursed angrily and continued to speed up his horse, "Charge forward, and charge straight ahead!"

Amid countless hopeful eyes, Prince Kongdai, who had just finished speaking, suddenly felt his left and right shoulders shake, and at least four sparks from the friction of lead bullets burst out from his chest and arm armor.

"Ah, I got it!"

Immediately, an orderly in the rear applauded, but was kicked in the butt by the legion clerk.

"Ouch, what are you doing?"

The legion clerk's face turned pale: "Don't talk nonsense, look carefully!"

The orderly got up from the ground, stretched his neck to look at the battlefield, and his eyes suddenly widened: "How can he still sit on the horse?!"

There were clearly several sparks and sparks bursting out of his body, but none of them could break through Prince Kongdai's defense.

The entire set of armor on his body is made of the most precious white crystal steel. Although it is 2mm thick, its hardness and toughness are comparable to 4mm soft steel.

Ordinary lead bullets cannot penetrate iron armor unless they accidentally hit the weak edge area of ​​the armor.

The only lead bullet that penetrated the edge of the steel armor was stuck in Prince Kongdai's muscles and could not move forward an inch.

If you look closely, you can see a translucent glow hidden in the shadow of the armor.

[Blessing: Block the attack and avoid the arrow]

With the evolution of plate armor technology, this kind of protective blessing was originally eliminated because it occupied two blessing slots.

But under the suppression of the clockwork gun, it was once again dug out from the garbage dump of history by the monks.

As a Grand Knight, although only a Grand Knight on the road to promotion, the blessings he can bear have doubled to four or five.

After becoming an official Grand Knight, theoretically, the blessings that one can bear are unlimited. Among the ancestors of Prince Kongdai’s Goldbird family, there was a Grand Knight with thirteen blessings.

However, due to the limitations of the monks' divine power level, most of them will not exceed seven.

Prince Kongdai now has four blessings on him:

The "As If Walking On Flat Ground" skill can cross all trenches and spikes, the "As If Lifting Heavy Objects" skill can reduce the weight of armor, the "Eye of St. George" skill can enhance vision and dynamic vision, and the "Anti-Arrow" skill can form a protective film on the skin to block arrows and lead bullets.

The gilded patterns on the armor looked extremely dazzling under the blessed light and sunlight.

Although there were tiny slits in the bird's beak helmet, everyone could still seem to see the pair of scarlet eyes.

The earth was shaking, and a cold and slippery feeling as if being surrounded by poisonous snakes crept from the soles of my feet to my back. My calves, which had just fought off the mercenaries, began to tremble slightly.

You know, the leaping soldiers who were originally standing in the first row have successfully retreated to the back, and those standing in the first three rows are veterans wearing full armor, breathing techniques, and holding fine iron spears.

They were actually afraid too.

"Hold on, hold on!" Looking at the Saint Gunners retreating on both sides and on the mound, beads of sweat covered Le Fay's forehead. "In the Battle of Pavia, we stopped the charge of the Imperial Order Company, and we can do it this time.

We are the Guards Regiment, the most favored regiment by His Majesty. We laid the foundation for victory in the Battle of Pavia. If you don’t want to destroy the honor of our Guards Regiment and don’t want to betray His Majesty’s trust, don’t move! "

Le Fay didn't know whether his encouragement was useful or not. Prince Conde was already in front of him and there was no time to confirm it.

"Put down your spears!" the captain of the fifty-man team shouted.

Due to the narrow terrain at the top of the slope, the Salvation Army could not deploy in a horizontal formation, but had to change from a horizontal formation to a vertical formation.

So they rarely adopted a battle formation of 20 rows and 30 columns. However, at this moment, the two teams of people at the back had already followed the gunners from the corridor of the depression and headed towards the third mound.

According to the plan made before the battle, in order to prevent the knights from driving out the fleeing soldiers and attacking the rear formation, and to facilitate the cover of the rear formation, they evacuated with each mound separated by.

The 20 spearmen in the first row took a big step forward, almost in a half-squatting position, with the tail end of the spear against the ground, stepped on with their feet, and their front hands holding the spear shaft to put it in a forward stabbing position.

The spearmen in the second and third rows held the butt of the spear with one hand and lifted the spear shaft to their chest with the other, facing straight ahead.

The spearmen on both sides turned left and right, imitating the first row and thrusting their spears diagonally.

The petals formed by long spears opened in all directions, waiting for the lances that were close at hand.

The grass leaves were shaking, and the waves of imperial knights finally arrived. The Prince of Conde, who was in the front, did not use a lance. He actually grabbed a crow-beaked long-handled war hammer with one hand and wielded it freely.

"For freedom!"

The spearmen in the front row roared in unison.

Freedom? Prince Kongdai was stunned at first, then he laughed in anger. He bent down and roared: "Freedom is such a noble thing, and you lowly people dare to defile it!"

It was as if a long sword pierced through cloth, and the spear shaft turned into a ball of flying wood chips and dust.

The spearmen in the front row flew up one after another, screaming and falling to the ground like rag dolls. The top of the slope was filled with the chilling sound of broken bones and the sound of flesh and blood falling to the ground.

"Asshole! Go to hell!"

"You are a bunch of lowly rebels!"

While charging towards the spears, seven or eight Imperial Order Knights were knocked to the ground by the recoil.

Just like in the Battle of Pavia, the Knights of the Imperial Order were not afraid of falling to the ground. They grinned, drew their swords, and rushed towards the war monks in the front row.

The long sword slashed horizontally, the head flew high, and the severed arm rolled in the blood.

The most eye-catching person was Prince Kongdai who charged into the battle alone.

He swung the hammer in his hand and nimbly dodged the spear.

He could even grab the spear, drag the spearman out, and then smash it down with a hammer, causing brain matter and blood to explode everywhere.

"go to hell!"

Amid the halberdiers' roars, a knight who rushed too far forward was stabbed in the thigh by a spear and was dragged off his horse by the halberdiers.

Seven or eight spears stabbed viciously and penetrated the weak points of the armor. The knight's sword only cut off the arm of a soldier before being pierced through the throat.

The Knight of the Imperial Order lay in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, he could never have imagined that he would die like this.

"Woo woo woo--" the knights' assembly horn sounded, and the remaining spearmen chased for a few steps and saw that they easily left the range of the spears.

Looking at the Imperial Knights gathering and forming a battle array in the distance, the spearmen felt a sense of powerlessness.

Are they just going to watch these murderers easily break out of their encirclement?

Among the corpses scattered all over the ground, the surviving spearmen found that there were only about 100 of their companions left, and there were only a dozen or so Knights of the Imperial Order on the ground.

Only a dozen or so!
Is Prince Condé really just a titled knight?
Finally, the sound of the retreat horn was heard in the distance. The gunners arrived in time and aimed at the hillside. The remaining veterans gritted their teeth in hatred and retreated towards the mound behind.

However, Prince Conde was not going to let them go. After regrouping his formation, he rushed forward again.

This time there were more than 100 Imperial Order Knights. The subsequent Square Flag Knights and Squire Knights also squeezed through the ranks of the mercenaries and rushed towards the mound.

Lead bullets and arrows flew between the mounds. Under this dense network of lead bullets and arrows, the corridors between the depressions and the mounds were filled with fast-marching Salvation Army infantry.

They marched in formation, and had to stop from time to time to fend off the charging knights.

Occasionally, some of them fell down and were left behind, and there was no time to rescue them, so they could only watch the knights slaughter their former comrades.

Prince Condé laughed morbidly as he chased after the stragglers, slaughtering them playfully and throwing their bodies or body parts at the marching Salvation Army.

"For freedom!" A Saint musketeer finally couldn't bear it anymore. He left the team and ambushed nearby. When he saw Prince Condai rushing over, he stood up and fired a shot.

“Bang—ding!”

A series of sparks burst out from the helmet, and a dent as big as a fingernail appeared on Prince Condé's bird-beak helmet.

"No, it's impossible. It's impossible at such a close distance--" the young Holy Gunner couldn't help but yell in panic.

However, in the blink of an eye, the terrifying prince appeared in front of the young man with a smile on his face.

The handle of the Crowbeak Hammer was swung into a semicircle, leaving an afterimage in the air, and hit the Holy Gunner, who was only fifteen years old, hard.

The broken holy gun flew high into the air, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the head of only Tomoe that was left. The broken parts, splattered blood, and half of the skull fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Freedom? What do you know about freedom?" Prince Condé raised the visor of his bird-beak helmet and spat at the young Holy Gunner. "You—a dog, a dog!"

"Devil, go to hell!"

The eyes of several Holy Gunners who were running away nearby immediately turned red. They were all childhood friends from the same hometown, village and team, and were closer than brothers.

They even ignored the orders of the division captain, roared, drew the sabers at their waists and rushed forward.

A loud, echoing laugh came from Prince Condé's helmet, and he rushed forward with his hammer swung.

The throats were shattered by horse hooves and the chests were shattered by war hammers. The two young holy musketeers fell in a pool of blood.

"Hahahaha-"

The remaining Holy Gunner was held upside down in Prince Kongdai's hands and dragged forward with his head tilted.

They dragged the animal until its white skull was exposed from its scalp, then threw it away, killing it.

…………

Taking back the telescope in his hand, Das closed his eyes, took a deep breath, pinched his palms, and tried to suppress the anger in his heart.

"No." Darth, the temporary commander of the Guards, opened his eyes again, but his eyebrows were so furrowed that they were almost connected together. "I'm afraid it will take a spiral gun to penetrate the armor."

Now the spiral gunners are too far away, and Prince Conde is in the depression, so it may be too late to transfer them over.

Otherwise, if he had used the spiral gun to snipe Prince Condé, the battle might have ended immediately.

Das looked back at the right wing army that had successfully turned, and the center army climbing up and down the earthen slope.

Carrying their holy guns and dragging their spears, they ran towards the designated center mound, sweating profusely. They estimated that they would reach the destination by climbing one more hill.

If Prince Conde were to rush over at this time and attack from the back or the side, the entire army would either be defeated or crippled.

But the four legions on the left wing also had to retreat. It would have been completely feasible to retreat through staggered cover, but Prince Condé's performance on the battlefield was a little beyond everyone's expectations.

Originally, Das predicted that Prince Kongdai would not go to the battlefield so soon, but unfortunately this was a wrong prediction.

This champion titled knight is different from an ordinary titled knight. The titled knight Count Ryanna was knocked down in one charge.

While sighing, Das waved his flag and said, "The 4th and 5th Guards Corps, after the 3rd and 6th Corps retreated, came down from the top of the earth slope, with the spearmen covering the rear.

Tell Mormont to first cast a wave of clock bombs to slow them down, and then use the fireball crossbow to fire two red dragon breath and three fireballs to harass them and cover the legion's retreat.

We'll get the 3-pounder Hawk ready and fire as soon as the Command Company gets on the hill."

The so-called 3-pound falcon cannon is actually the original clockwork leather cannon.

The holy gunners who have trained their holy power to five shots can barely fire the leather cannon once after being blessed with the electric gold pendant.

However, this 3-pound leather cannon was hastily produced after the popularization of electric gold. Only twelve were produced in total, each costing 40 gold pounds.

Each regiment was equipped with only four guns, and Horn himself was assigned two guns. The original four guns and the new two guns were placed in the detention dock to prevent Prince Conte from launching a surprise attack.

At Das's command, the sharp squeaking sound of wheels turning was heard on the slope.

The main and deputy gunners and the orderly pushed the gun carriage and slowly moved the four Falcon guns toward the edge of the hillside.

This bronze clockwork cannon weighs about 160 pounds and is equipped with a two-wheeled gun carriage that can be pulled by a horse or two or three people.

It should have been only about 120 pounds, because the gun body only served to restrict the direction of the shotgun shell and protect the firing rod.

But the dwarf craftsmen of the Holy Court added a large number of unexplained decorations to the gun body, installed an eagle head on the muzzle, and added two exquisite copper wings to the gun body.

As a result, the clockwork cannon, which should have been lighter, was 20 pounds heavier than the historical leather cannon.

If the war had not broken out soon, Horn would have wanted to have it taken back to the Gray Furnace Armory for a recast.

Amid the sound of heavy gears turning, the main and deputy gunners slightly adjusted the guns and aimed at the mound in front of them where the war monks were evacuating.

The two mounds are now about seventy or eighty meters apart, which is exactly within the maximum killing range of the 3-pound Falcon gun.

Once Prince Condé and his men climbed up the mound, the 3-pound cannon could be fired immediately.

As the clockwork key turned, Das heard a series of clicks, and he understood that this meant the clockwork cannon was ready.

All we have to do is wait for Prince Kongdai to ascend the mound...

"Captain Darth, look over there!"

"What's wrong?" Das immediately raised the telescope in his hand.

In the black outline vision around the telescope, the battle flag representing the Golden Sparrow has rushed down from the first mound and is rushing towards the second mound.

They gave up pursuing the remaining Saviors and chose instead to attack the army on the hillside.

"How could it be so fast? What is Mormont doing? Where is the clock bullet? Our infantry hasn't withdrawn yet!" Darth was so anxious that he almost jumped up on the spot.

At this time, he could no longer see Prince Conde and his Imperial Company, which meant that they were charging up the ramp.

"Mormont, Mormont!" Darth was so anxious that blisters formed on his lips as he looked at the clock bullets and fireballs that were delayed in coming.

It will be too late if we don't fire the Red Dragon Breath! That's a whole legion!

Putting down the telescope, Darth roared at the mound not far away at the top of his lungs: "Mormont, Pasrick, where is my fucking dragon breath?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, five balls of flame rose from the mound on one side and fell on the slope of the second mound.

A raging flame exploded, engulfing the surrounding trees and flowers. Smoke spread, and under Mormont's precise operation, a wall of fire blocked Prince Condai.

The clock bullet jumped onto the outermost depression of the first mountain, and an invisible shock wave swept across. Mercenaries and squire knights such as the Eagle Group immediately rolled down the slope.

With the barrier of the fire wall, the guards finally seized the opportunity to retreat from the mound.

Looking at the blazing wall of fire in front of him, Prince Condé took off his helmet. The hot wind blew his black hair. He seemed to be distracted and just stood there blankly.

Stop the enemy? But it was too late. He rushed to the top of the slope and then rushed down. This wall of fire was in vain.

Looking at the straight wall of fire and the seven or eight knights of the Imperial Order howling in pain in the flames, Prince Conde narrowed his eyes.

"Bertold, you take twenty lance teams across the mound and pursue them first, and I will lead the rest to attack the third mound."

"Yes, Your Highness." Bertold did not notice anything unusual. After the fire wall burned out, he shouted and rushed to the top of the mound with 60 knights.

About half a minute later, Prince Conde heard four loud noises like muffled thunder, followed by the neighing of war horses.

A pungent smell of blood burst out, and limbs and blood flew out from the top of the slope, falling on the knights' helmets like rain.

The ground near the horses' hooves was suddenly hit by something, creating clouds of dust, which frightened the war horses so much that they repeatedly retreated and dodged.

Then, under Prince Conde's gloomy gaze, a frightened warhorse appeared in everyone's sight.

It limped along, carrying the corpse of Bertold, the titled knight, which was covered with blood holes, and ran wildly down the mound.

Bertold's face was like leprosy, full of black spots and holes, his mouth was open, as if he saw something terrible before he died.

"O devil, oh devil!"

"Run! The devil has appeared. The devil has come to the world—"

The remaining knights dragged their bodies in panic and ran from the top of the slope, turning their heads back from time to time, as if they were escaping from the mouth of a monster.

"Why are you running? You shameless guy, bring them all back to me!"

Sixty knights reached the top of the hill, and when Prince Condé saw them again, there were only thirty-three left.

What saddened him most was that among the 27 knights who died, 12 were Knights of the Imperial Order.

This is a level of battle damage that has never happened before... huh?

Looking at the knights of the Imperial Order gathered here, Prince Condé counted them once, then counted them again out of concern, and then asked in confusion, "Why are there only 65 knights of the Imperial Order left?"

In fact, Prince Condé led a charge with 100 Knights of Imperial Orders, Knights of Square Banners, and Knights of Retinues, but now there are only 65 Knights of Imperial Orders, 72 Knights of Square Banners, and 77 Retinues left.

A total of 86 extraordinary knights were killed.

Thirty-five Knights of the Imperial Order, each of whom cost him 2 or 30 gold pounds per year to train. And they were gone in the blink of an eye?

It is estimated that there are only more than 200 wounded and dead Salvation Army soldiers left on this battlefield!

And there are definitely no more than two hundred and fifty people!

A simple calculation will show that this is equivalent to Prince Conte exchanging 86 knights for more than 200 infantrymen of the Salvation Army. It seems to be a big profit, but it is actually a huge loss.

If they continue to fight like this, Horn will be able to defeat all of Prince Conde's knights with just over 3000 men.

Even without 3000 men, after using 2000 men to exchange for more than 780 knights, no matter how loyal the remaining knights of the imperial decree were, they would have to risk their lives to escape.

Due to the terrain of the mound, he was unable to pursue the enemy and expand his victory!
His knights suffered a great deal of casualties due to the Saviors' series of weird and devilish tricks.

The devil's wind didn't care about status, and killed civilian mercenaries and noble knights alike.

"Damn devil's wind." Prince Kongdai slammed the helmet in his hand to the ground. This time his charge to save the situation was too hasty.

The knights around were silent, not daring to say a word.

Looking at the Salvation Army infantrymen who were gradually withdrawing in an interlaced manner, Prince Conde's chest heaved violently.

He was even a little confused. He was clearly the winner, so how come he was losing?
Griffin walked up to Prince Condé in a hesitant manner and bowed reluctantly.

"Griffin, you lead your men to continue the attack. I have opened up the situation for you." The prince, who had regained consciousness, said this and looked at him coldly, "Don't let me down. I just don't believe that their magic power can be endless."

(End of this chapter)