When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 681 Cannon!
Walking quickly through the grass, his spear, boots and reeds kept colliding, and Taskin stumbled as if he would lose his balance at any second.

But while running like this, the others behind him fell behind and into the water, and only he stood firmly on the solid ground.

The sound of whistling artillery shells came to his ears again. Taskin raised his head and saw a black shadow flash by, and the mud behind him was splashing.

Feeling the pain of mud and rocks hitting his back, Taskin shrank his neck in fear, but he gritted his teeth and continued to run wildly.

Among the reeds, hundreds of mercenaries who had gone to the front for reconnaissance were fleeing for their lives, with lead bullets shooting at them from behind and shells falling on their heads.

Every two or three minutes, a column of water or mud would rise from the puddles and mud pools around them, forcing the soldiers who had originally slowed down to take a few steps forward.

Four 6-pound guns and a 12-pound gun on the water fired shells alternately, not to bombard the enemy in the reeds, but only to drive away the enemy and cover the Divine Punishment Army's formation in front.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

While running, Taskin couldn't help cursing under his breath. He had experienced many escapes in his life, but this time was the most panicked.

This was the first time he had seen a catapult that could fire at such a frequency, speed and range.

The appearance was unheard of and unseen. It was a long iron pipe with neither a bowstring nor a bow arm. It only required two or three people to launch an iron ball the size of a grapefruit.

Hearing the buzzing sound behind him, Taskin suddenly came to his senses. He lunged forward and crawled on the ground. The next second, a huge iron ball caught his sight and hit the heel of the unlucky guy in front of him.

The iron ball bounced lightly and rolled, and the unlucky guy's legs below the knees immediately flew far away.

Fortunately, this is a swamp. If it were the rocky hills around Sola Castle, a few ricochets would have knocked down seven or eight soldiers in the front row.

But when the surrounding soldiers saw this, they still ran for their lives.

"Save me, save me!" The unfortunate man grabbed Taskin's ankle and shouted at him desperately.

He was almost knocked down by having his ankle pulled, and Taskin angrily kicked him in the chin, knocking him unconscious, and then rushed quickly towards the main camp.

After passing through this narrow reed bush, he saw 3000 extraordinary infantry knights or mercenary swordsmen forming a tight large square formation.

The monks in the square shouted loudly, and rays of light and blessings fell on the crowd, causing these extraordinary people to roar in bloodthirsty anger.

Amid the roars before the battle, Taskin lowered his body but rushed forward without saying a word.

Looking at the figure hunched over like a rat, Count Kazi frowned and asked, "Who is that person?"

"I don't know, they should be mercenaries. They just went to the front to scout and block the enemy."

Thinking about the booming explosion he had heard earlier, Count Kazi stroked his gauntlet and said calmly, "Bring him here. I want to ask about his condition."

"Yes." A knight ran out immediately.

After giving the instructions, Count Kazi looked at the large square formation in front of him with a stern face. Although it was not as good as he expected, it was at least qualified.

These 3000 people are the most elite soldiers of the Fran Church in Lilac Corridor and Black Snake Bay. Among them are dismounted infantry knights and recruited elite mercenaries.

Different from the half-supernatural and half-mortal Dunjar phalanx, this fully armored supernatural infantry phalanx has been the ultimate weapon against the Black Snake Bay people over the years.

Although they have dismounted, the knights are still knights. As long as they gather together, they can rely on the blessing to withstand the red dragon's breath.

And even if a mage tries to cast a spell, there is a high probability that he will be killed by the demon hunter skirmishers and archers.

This was the reason why the Black Snake Bay army was defeated in countless field battles before. The opponent's mages were unable to exert their strength, so the only thing left was the infantry to fight head-on.

When it comes to head-on infantry clashes, it is completely a rhythm that Count Cazi is familiar with. No matter how strong those so-called pseudo-Pope's guards are, can they be stronger than the knights who have been trained for more than ten or twenty years in infantry combat?
Looking at the neatly arranged large square formation, Count Kazi nodded slightly. He turned around and saw that the knight came back empty-handed. His face darkened: "Where is the person?"

"They ran too fast and disappeared." The knight said awkwardly, "But I caught several of them. They all said that the other party had a magic catapult that could shoot meteors."

"Meteor?" Count Kazi was a little confused. If there really was a meteor, why didn't it directly bombard the base camp?

If the mercenaries were just making up stories, how could they make up exactly the same lies?
"It should be a new magic." After calming down, Count Kazi instructed the knight beside him, "Tell the witchers to go around the river and the archers to go there as well. As soon as the mage shows up, immediately focus on attacking him."

Since the Demon Hunter can sense the reaction to spellcasting, he can hide out of sight and command the archers to concentrate their attacks on the mage in one direction, which has a high probability of interrupting the spellcasting.

"Send a few brave ones to go ahead and take a look." Count Kazi listened for a while, "There should be warships on the river firing. It's not easy to deal with. Let the demon hunters of the Snake Clan go and chisel the bottom of their ships."

Although he felt something was not right, Count Kazi still followed the original plan.

After all, they were a large square formation with full armor, and they were in a well-rested position. The enemy's vanguard had only two thousand men, and their formation was disorganized, so there was no reason why they could not win.

At this time, the archers and witchers had already run out from the bushes and reeds. Seeing the flags waving in the distance, Count Kazi knew that it was time.

"Move the entire army forward and take the initiative to meet the enemy. Don't let them gather together."

At a command from Count Kazi, he led the supervisory team at the end and headed towards the reeds ahead.

The armored boots sank half an inch with every step they took on the slippery mud. The knights, who had been marching madly for a day and a night, were now extremely excited.

Amid the sound of horns circling in the air, the 60X50 large square formation slowly entered the designated position on the battlefield.

"Honor and loyalty!"

The knights let out earth-shaking war cries, their flags were waving like burning suns, and the armor and feathers were fluttering in the dense phalanx, like a sea of ​​flags and feathers.

The war cries of more than 3000 people gathered together, and even Count Kazi, who was standing at the back directing the battle, couldn't help but roar along.

Amidst the roar of war that was like a tsunami, the God's Punishment Army and the Guards, who were lined up in a row, were as silent as sheep.

Once they entered the battlefield, all they heard were the orders from their officers, and they had lost all their previous spirit.

These two armies are completely opposite. One is numb in battlefield spirit while marching, while the other is numb in battlefield spirit while marching.

Following the transmission of military orders, fourteen Falcon Cannons slowly moved forward and aimed their muzzles at the densely marching large formation several hundred meters away.

Although the terrain was soft, the Falcon Cannon itself was only 400 pounds, and with the widened wheels of the cannon carriage, three or five people could push it together.

The sand sculpture cannon lagged behind and had not yet entered the gun position.

One reason is that the sand sculpture cannon is too heavy and difficult to transport on muddy ground. The other reason is that the temporary hydraulic winding machine can only wind the small falcon cannon, and the mainspring chamber of the sand sculpture cannon is almost used up.

Looking at the dozen iron pipes on the mudflat, Count Kazi thought for a moment, then hesitantly asked himself, "Large clockwork gun?"

Before he and the demon hunters could confirm it, a fist-sized shell suddenly flew out of the long tube in a sudden strong wind.

(End of this chapter)