When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 571 Holy Gun Cavalry
The Imperial Command Company is, after all, the Imperial Command Company.

They formed three triangular formations of 90 people, connected by more than 20 knights wandering around the periphery. The three triangular charge formations formed a large charge formation.

In their eyes, the scattered horse archers looked like little babies with naked buttocks.

Murat led the horse archers to spin and fire, but just when they were halfway around, they heard a roar that shook the earth: "Imperial Company! Charge with me!"

In the blink of an eye, the spears and knight swords cut the archers led by Murat into two.

"Run, retreat!" Murat was drowned in the crowded archers, and his voice was passed on by word of mouth among the servants and cavalry captains.

"Hmph, you want to escape? That's exactly what I want." Edmund sneered as he charged, then chased after these horse archers.

This tactic was very common, mainly using scattered light cavalry to attack the enemy's cavalry positions, and then taking advantage of the chaos to attack again.

Arrows flew overhead, and occasionally one or two would hit the weak points or vital points of the armor, which would indeed knock down a few unlucky knights, but it didn't matter if the rest of the knights had their backs full of arrows.

Four hundred meters, three hundred and fifty meters, three hundred meters... The horse archers slowed down, and the enemy cavalry position was right in front of them.

"Hurry up, charge!" Edmund put his lance under his armpit and shouted loudly, while Galion on the other side was on standby, ready to charge towards the Savior infantry on the mound at any time.

The horses' hooves were galloping, the leaves were shaking, and at a distance of three hundred meters, there were archers in front of the enemy, so their speed would definitely not be as fast as theirs.

Edmund looked at the dome helmet moving before him, and the joy in his heart was indescribable.

But just when he was feeling proud, his vision suddenly blurred and the horse archers suddenly dispersed to both sides in an orderly manner in chaos.

It was obvious that the feigned retreat was just for Edmund to see, but under Murat's skillful command and training, these horse archers pretended too well.

These Norse archers were also mercenaries, and no one knew how to "retreat" better than them.

After all, Edmund was inexperienced and eager to win, so he failed to react to the feigned retreat tactic commonly used by the Norns and fell into the trap accidentally.

After clearing the way, they came face to face with the Holy Gun Cavalry led by Jeanna.

As the creator of the Holy Gun Cavalry, Jeanne's main imaginary enemy is the Imperial Knights, so her tactics are evolved against the Imperial Knights.

Following Horn's idea of ​​"don't treat the clockwork gun as a crossbow, but as a ten-meter invisible spear", Jeanna reorganized and refined the tactics of the Holy Gun Cavalry.

The first thing she requested was to form three to five neat horizontal rows according to the terrain when charging, so that the clockwork guns could exert the maximum wind power.

Secondly, they were not allowed to use the swerving shooting style of the archers, but were instead required to charge straight into the enemy formation and engage in close combat like the lancers.

The first two rows could only fire when they could clearly see the whites of the enemy's eyes or feathers, and then draw their maces or rapiers to charge.

The third row was not allowed to fire their guns, but in close combat, they would occasionally pull out their guns and shoot at close range.

And Edmund was the first lucky person to taste the new tactics.

"Salvo! Praise the Holy Wind!"

Pulling the clockwork muskets from their boots, the Holy Gun Cavalrymen in the front row pulled the triggers one after another.

The air pressure balance hole made a whistling sound, sucking in all the dust raised by the horse hooves in front.

The firing rod pushed the lead bullet forward in the gun barrel, stumbling and rushing wildly.

Then it pierced the air, pierced through the armor, and drilled into the knights' flesh and blood like a poisonous insect.

The blood was squeezed out from both sides of its round body, and a stream of blood spurted out on the knight's body.

The dozen or so knights with square flags who were rushing in the front fell down, and the formation of the Imperial Order Company became a little chaotic in an instant.

Before they could react, a delicate cry with an echo rang out.

The flashing thunder spread out on both sides of Jeanna like wings, and quickly swept over the knights' horses.

Four or five war horses on both sides fell over at the same time with their muscles twitching, throwing the knights on their backs to the ground.

The Holy Gun Cavalrymen at the rear immediately charged in from the gap, and their heavy maces struck the heads of the fallen knights, with bursting blood plasma even spurting out from the gaps between their eyes and armor.

The long horses' hooves trampled chaotically in this small area, and countless smoke and dust rose up, mixed with the crisp sounds of rapiers piercing the knights' armor and lances knocking away the Holy Gun Cavalry.

Screams, horse neighs, and the thuds of bodies falling to the ground came one after another.

In the rising smoke, you can often see holes suddenly appearing, which are the paths where the lead bullets penetrate the smoke.

What followed was a knight's scream of pain.

At a close combat distance, even if Jeanna and the others used a 1.2-meter light clockwork gun, it was enough to break the armor of the Knights of the Order.

The knights of the imperial decree had no money to replace their armor with white crystal steel, so they only installed a white crystal steel inner plate in front of their hearts.

Jeanna and the other Holy Gun Cavalry would first bypass them, then turn around and fire their muskets at their backs from four or five meters away.

What they could not accept the most was that, since the horses of Thousand River Valley were shorter than those of the Imperial Order Company, these Holy Gun Cavalrymen prioritized the war horses as their attack targets.

At least five or six horses fell to the ground because their necks were pierced by rapiers. Edmund swept his lance across, knocking a Holy Gun Cavalryman off his horse. Turning his head, he saw two Holy Gun Cavalrymen in the distance pointing their guns at him.

He subconsciously shrank his head and a ball of sparks burst out from his helmet.

A lead bullet was deflected by the arc-shaped helmet, and the huge impact force caused Edmund's head to suddenly tilt back.

Pulling the reins in panic, Edmund hastily stabbed his horse's ribs with his spurs and ran away from the Holy Gun Cavalry. He was furious and pointed his lance at Jeanne, who was surrounded by lightning in the distance: "Witch! You are so despicable!"

However, cavalry engagements were always brief, and most of the time they would not stop on horseback to engage in hand-to-hand combat like infantry.

After a charge, following Jeanne's Holy Grail flag, the remaining 200-odd Holy Gun Cavalrymen broke away from the battle one after another, passed through the Order Company led by Edmund, and rushed out from behind them.

According to the traditional rules of cavalry warfare, at this time they should carry out a continuous figure-8 charge, with both knights charging continuously along the trajectory of "8" and colliding at the intersection.

When the distance between the two sides is the farthest, the speed is usually the slowest. This is what Jeanna knows best.

The golden pheasant flag representing Prince Condé was waving, and Edmund came to a position where he could launch another charge.

He stared at Jeanne who was turning in the distance with hawk-like eyes. These despicable guys were not easy to deal with.

They were able to fight the Imperial Order Company with an almost one-for-one result.
His body rose and fell with the horse's back, and he instructed the attendants on both sides: "Assemble, triangle formation, lie down when approaching..."

"Ah--" A scream interrupted Edmund's command. He looked up in shock, only to see a long black line flying from a distance.

Damn it, it’s the Clockwork Gunner’s volley!

Where did they come from?!

"Get down!" Edmund screamed at the top of his lungs, and was then pressed onto the horse's back by the squire. At a distance of sixty or seventy meters, lead bullets kept hitting these living bodies.

At least twenty knights fell off their horses amid the bursting armor and flesh.

Jeanne had long expected that Edmund would prepare to charge her in a figure eight like a traditional knight. How could she let him succeed?
Long before the war started, she had already selected two teams of fifty-man holy musketeers, wearing the robes of the Crusader Army over their armor, waiting for the Imperial Order Company to take the bait.

At this moment, Edmund didn't even have time to be angry. He pushed away the squire's knight and stood up in the stirrups: "Assemble, assemble, the devil wind has passed, and the witch is coming."

But how could the knights who had just been attacked by lead bullets recover so quickly? The imperial knights were able to assemble quickly, but some of the square-flag knights and squire knights were still running while holding onto their horses' necks.

"For freedom! Long live the Thousand Valleys!"

The Imperial Order Company, whose formation was in disarray, collided head-on with Jeanne's Holy Gun Cavalry, and was met with another volley of gunfire.

Earth-shaking shouts were heard, and the blazing white light once again illuminated the front row. The two sides crossed each other, and from time to time a knight would fall backwards from his horse.

"Retreat, retreat quickly, let Galian come to support us!"

Edmund ducked his head in embarrassment to avoid the lead bullet, and rushed towards Galion on the side while retreating.

The Norse archers and Kush knights on both sides immediately followed, and the Holy Gun Cavalry were about to give chase but were called back by Jeanna's angry shout.

Their clockwork guns were basically used up and needed to be rewound and reloaded. The task of hunting down the remaining enemies would be left to the Kush Knights and Norse Archers.

The horses' hooves trampled past the wailing knights, and the Holy Gun Cavalry woke up as if from a dream. They still couldn't believe it.

They actually defeated the Command Company head-on in a cavalry battle, with an almost one-to-one exchange ratio, causing nearly a hundred casualties to the Command Company led by Edmund.

Even though we had to use a trick to borrow the clockwork gunners from the infantry corps nearby, this is still a victory!

With Galian's support, the Kush knights slowly retreated, using melee weapons to clear out the prince's knights who had fallen on the battlefield.

Taking off his dented helmet, Edmund stood in front of Lacunio with his head lowered in shame.

At this moment, Lacunio's face was gloomy. He discovered an important problem. It seemed that they were no match for the Savior Army in both cavalry and infantry.

In other words, given the current situation and terrain, the prince's side should be on the defensive.

"Wayne, I didn't crush you to dust. It's really... really... ah..." Lacunio was halfway angry, but he died down in despair. "Tell the soldiers to inform Charles that we have been defeated. We should withdraw ten miles first, reorganize the team and continue the battle."

What else can be done? Wayne gave Horn the chance, and Horn seized it. No one else can be blamed.

"As you command, Your Excellency."

A squire knight responded by running out from the team and galloping towards the river beach. Lacunio turned around and was about to comfort Edmund.

But the servant who had just run away ran back with a look of fear on his face.

"Why are you back?" Lacunio had a bad feeling in his heart.

The knight spoke incoherently: "The prince sent a message that His Highness needs five high-level monks and summoned Elad to come. Elad will temporarily take over the Third Imperial Order Company of Alphos!"

"What happened to Alphos?" Edmund's voice trembled slightly.

"Captain Alphos charged forward and was entangled by blood-sucking vines and wild sword and shield soldiers. Shorthair fired a rod bullet from the Falcon Gun, which just hit Captain Alphos' neck. Although the bullet was snatched back, the captain was already seriously injured and on the verge of death!"

(End of this chapter)