When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 570 You fight for it
Prince Condé withdrew from the mound area, and the Salvation Army's change of formation was completed in the inaction of the mercenaries.

Although the twelve legions could still be arranged in two rows in a staggered manner, the river beach was narrower from north to south than from east to west.

Therefore, each legion had to divide its troops into teams of fifty people in order to occupy more hilltops.

There were probably fifty to two hundred people on each mound.

They can be roughly divided into three lines: left, middle and right, with a total strength of 4 legions on each line.

At this time, Sternberg and Griffin also occupied the mound with mercenaries. The two mercenary leaders had black faces and veins on their foreheads were throbbing slightly.

In just one vanguard battle, they each lost nearly three hundred soldiers. Griffin was better off, as he gained some benefits thanks to Prince Conde.

However, because the mound that Sternberg was attacking was relatively steep, he was blocked by the spear formation, and the gunners on both sides shot him indiscriminately, but the results were only in the single digits.

This group of farmers is very evil. Not only do they have a crossbow that blows devilish wind, but they can also shoot fireballs and a kind of whistling grenade that affects people's minds.

If Prince Kongdai had not personally brought the imperial edict to support them, they would have wanted to run away.

"How do we play? His Royal Highness is urging us again." Stenberg pulled his long horse face and said, "How about this, I'll play the steeper center line, and you play the gentler right line."

Griffin looked him up and down and asked, "Why not me in the middle?"

"I'm just taking care of you, bro," Sternberg replied with a wry smile.

"No need to worry about it. I'll go to the center line and you go to the riverbank." Griffin rolled his eyes at him. There were fireball crossbows and the big clockwork gun like the eagle on the left and right lines, but he would not go there.

Although the center line is a bit steep, it is better than facing that terrible big gun.

Griffin saw the scene of blood and flesh splattering and limbs flying around with his own eyes.

"Okay, but you can't come up and take the credit just because I defeated the enemy." Sternberg said to him in a sarcastic tone and led his mercenaries towards the mound on the right.

After redeployment, the several mounds in front of the Salvation Army were filled with mercenaries.

Due to the terrain, they were also divided into several small teams, each with about four to five hundred people.

The Saviors did not launch an attack because they were afraid that the knights on the high ground would attack from the flank.

Half an hour later, seeing the Norse archers begin to advance towards the Imperial Company on the high ground, Prince Conde finally blew the horn.

After the vanguard battle, the battle officially entered the stage of head-on infantry confrontation.

The blazing sun spreads its warmth, gentle ripples appear on the river surface, and the white clouds in the sky are embraced.

The new buds on the branches swayed with the roar and the cold wind of early spring. Sparrows and black swallows stood on the branches, tilting their heads and looking into the distance toward the area where the loud noise came from.

Under the bushes in the mound, there was still a pile of blackened snow from the old winter, emitting a chilly breath, but at this moment, the snow was almost stained red and melted by the boiling blood.

"charge!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (For the King! West Coast Windmill accent)"

"For freedom!"

"Long live the Thousand River Valley!"

In the depressions, slopes and mounds, there was a scene of carnage everywhere.

The ferocious double-paid swordsman chopped off the war monk's head with his sword, and the blood dyed half of his black armor red. Before he could be happy, a burst of lead bullets knocked him down the slope.

The heavy corpse fell from the sky and instantly tripped a wild sword and shield soldier in the depression. A heavy crossbowman not far away stuck his head out from behind a large shield and shot him in the throat accurately.

The crossbowman squatted down excitedly and struggled to string the heavy crossbow, but as soon as he looked up, he saw seven or eight balls falling.

The next second, amidst a shrill buzzing sound, he stretched his neck blankly, his bald head emitting sunlight, and instantly became the target of the holy musketeers' concentrated fire.

The moment the lead bullet hit his head, the crossbowman finally came back to his senses. The last scene he saw before he died was hundreds of mail-armored soldiers wearing red, yellow and blue robes, desperately climbing up the mound like a winding snake.

This scene happened on all the dozens of surrounding mounds, with arrows, axes and lead bullets flying over everyone's heads.

He has gone crazy with killing. He has gone completely crazy with killing.

The soldiers on both sides continued to climb, gritting their teeth, and rushed to the top of the slope under the lead and arrows, and then pushed the enemy troops on the top of the slope down like a snail, pushing the gun formation.

The double-paid greatswordsman jumped and slashed again and again, chopping off the heads of the Saviors one by one.

The vaulters rolled around at the soldiers' feet, stabbing their daggers and blood into the mercenaries' thighs or lower abdomens.

After occupying a mound, both sides would quickly gather reinforcements to push down the soldiers who tried to retake the mound.

Every time the mercenaries managed to push their team to the top of the slope, clock bullets or fireballs would fall from the sky, followed by the spearmen pushing back.

Every time the Salvation Army occupied the top of the hill on the mercenary side, they would see Prince Condé or Alfoss arriving like lightning with the Imperial Order Company and defeating the Salvation Army infantry.

But when the Imperial Company wanted to press on with the victory, the Fireball Crossbow or Falcon Cannon was pushed over, and countless iron sand, lead bullets and stones were fired, shattering the knights' plans again and again.

The blood flowed from the top of the slope to the depression at the bottom, even forming small blood streams and blood ponds.

If you are not careful, a blood-sucking vine will rise from the blood and whip or bind nearby mercenaries and double-paid greatswordsmen.

Under the protection of the witcher, the monks climbed to the top of the mound tremblingly and cut off the magic channel between Catherine and the vampire vines.

On the battlefield, some were resting, while others were fighting hard.

Although the situation seemed tense, Lacunio on the high ground could see clearly that the balance of victory was tilting towards the Saviors.

These elite mercenaries and knights are most commonly seen fighting in large armies on the great plains and are not adapted to fighting in small units.

On the contrary, the guards and sergeants performed well.

Compared with mercenaries and guards, the deployment of the Salvation Army is very orderly, with the front army retreating and the rear army providing cover, and there is also a rotation system.

The flags on the mound were constantly moving, and the war monks who had fought for a long time were quickly rotated to the rear to bandage their wounds and meditate to restore their holy power.

This kind of repeated redeployment was originally a high-end operation, which required extremely high standards from the commander, because a gap could be exposed if one was not careful.

The two chapter leaders who can dominate the battlefield situation have made almost no mistakes from the beginning to now.

Even if there were a few mistakes occasionally, they were taken the initiative to make up for them by the lower-ranking officers and soldiers.

Lacunio was so envious that he didn't know where the demon found such good infantry.

I really don't understand. They have been to the Moulin Rouge Village before. Is there some magic about it?

First, there were two geniuses, the demon Horn and the witch Jeanne, and then any two people picked out at random had the ability to be commanders of an army.

Lacuno had to admit that the president of the Salvation Army was also a wonderful person.

Fight a large army battle on the plains with the guards and sergeants who are good at fighting small units, and fight a small unit meat grinder battle with Prince Conde and others who are good at fighting large units.

Every time, the enemy would start to use their testicles to hit the iron fist of the Saviors without knowing what was going on.

If they continue to fight like this, even if the extraordinary level crushes the Saviors, they will definitely become more and more tired and finally collapse.

We can't keep wasting time like this.

"Edmund, lead your troops to disperse these archers first, and then entangle the enemy's clockwork musketeers." Lacunio commanded calmly, "Gallian, get ready and wander around the edge of the high ground. Once you hear the sound of muskets firing on the left line, charge immediately.

The remaining mercenary knights, go to the battlefield area below and support our mercenaries."

(End of this chapter)