When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 739: The Pawn Crossing the River Does Not Retreat
The turbid rusty river water, with a strong smell of grass, coupled with the scattered raindrops from the sky, makes people feel nauseous.

Wielding a pickaxe and digging a small hole, old Laffer took the initiative to push the wheel into the mud.

It was a pity that the place they chose was underneath a rock layer, and sparks and stones flew out before they dug very deep.

But at this point in time, it's too late to change it even if we want to.

"Hurry up! Move those goods down!" Old Lav stood up and yelled at the frightened laborers.

Seeing the vine in old Laffer's hand breaking through the air, the shepherds who could hardly stand began to move the goods crying.

The baggage on the wagon was left behind, leaving enough space for the holy musketeers carrying flails.

Amid Besser's hoarse and rapid shouts, the three-pound Falcon cannon pressed two mud-covered grooves into the ground.

The muzzle of the gun slowly pointed forward, towards the sound of horse hooves that was becoming increasingly clear in the rain.

Rain dripped down the brim of old Laffer's hat and soaked his linen shirt.

The holy musketeers no longer had their usual arrogance and they trembled as they wound up their clockwork guns. The "clicking" sound of the gears was drowned out by the sound of rain.

Ordinary riflemen like old Laffer huddled behind the car, their faces pale, digging their nails deep into the mud.

While preparing his weapons, old Laffer straightened up and looked around. Sixteen carts formed a three-quarter circular formation on the river bank.

The bunker tactics of the Gulag era once again appeared on the battlefield.

This is a tactic frequently practiced by the northern border troops of Qianhe Valley.

There are two reasons. The first is that they have few holy musketeers. The second is that the gravel field has a flat terrain, which makes it easy for cavalry to maneuver.

Without a large number of holy musketeers and terrain advantages, the Galar formation was like a naked woman in front of the knights.

The wheels were tightly bound with chains, and beside each carriage there were seven or eight soldiers in rain cloaks wielding pickaxes or shovels to reinforce the carriages.

Looking through the gap in the carriage, one could see a long row of leaping black shadows appearing on the horizon at the end of the gravel plain.

The standard-bearer in the front row held up a black flag with a double-headed raven embroidered on it with silver thread.

That was the flag of the Duke of Sequoia.

Old Laffer's guess was correct. Not long ago, in order to support Duke Wingnest, Duke Redwood led a large group of knights across the stone bridge from the west of the Rust River.

As it happened to be raining, the knights did not want to march in the rain, so they set up camp near the stone bridge and collected supplies.

Neither side expected that anyone other than themselves would pass by here.

Coincidentally, the rangers on both sides slacked off at the same time and did not even notice each other, so they bumped into each other unexpectedly.

The first to react were the rangers of the Duke of Sequoia, who quickly notified the Duke of Sequoia, leading to the current scene.

Although Besser tried his best to escape, he was still captured by the Duke of Redwood's army.

The Duke of Redwood led the army personally, and the Extraordinary Knights brought their retinue knights, at least nearly a thousand people.

The Besser Infantry Regiment, where old Lavro and others were located, had less than 700 people, including 400 pikemen, a little over 100 holy musketeers and gunners, and the rest were shepherds recruited from nearby.

"May the Holy Father bless you." Touching his wife's iron ring on his chest, old Laffer clenched his teeth.

They were not those brave and fearless Saviors, but ordinary soldiers who had been trained for three or four months and some of them had not yet learned how to breathe.

The number of enemies was nearly twice theirs, and they were a cluster of extraordinary knights.

The only thing to be thankful for was that since the rangers from Shattered Stone Plain and Thousand River Valley were not very competent, no reconnaissance confrontation took place and most of the rangers ran away.

But there was no village or shop nearby, and it was even raining. Where could we find reinforcements?
"Whoosh!"

Hearing the shrieking sound, Old Laffer turned his head and saw a red smoke rising into the sky and exploding under the dark clouds.

That was an emergency signal for help.

After the shriek, Besser roared like thunder: "Mount the Falcon Cannon to the gap! If anyone dares to flee in fear again, I will be the first to put him into the barrel and shoot him out!"

Riding on horseback, Besser spoke while holding the bloody head of a captain of the Tenth Army in his hand.

If the muzzle of the Falcon Cannon wasn't too small, Besser would really like to shoot the head out.

In the rain, the sound of horse hooves gradually approached.

Although it was rushed, they still completed the construction of the car bunker tactics under the coordination of Besser and other officers.

On the wall-like carriage, holy guns extended from the firing holes. In the gaps like parapets, spears and flail hands kept blinking, squeezing away the rain hanging on the eyelashes.

As if they saw the cold light reflected by the holy gun and the clockwork cannon, the extraordinary knights on the horizon suddenly paused.

But not long after, a small number of extraordinary knights, along with the remaining hundreds of Gravelfield cavalry, rushed over.

During the border conflict, the squire knights who had suffered from the holy guns were quite cunning.

They lined up in a straight line, then in a human shape, running back and forth around the fort, trying to entice the Holy Gunner to fire.

They even picked up the bows and arrows that they had once considered despicable, and shot a rain of arrows repeatedly. The rain mixed with the rain of arrows fell, and many trembling arrows pierced the ground in front of the cart and the fort.

Behind the chariot fort, there was also an unlucky guy who was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground screaming in pain.

The mountain people were also skilled in bows and arrows, and they immediately hid behind the chariot fort and fought back.

But after circling for more than an hour, even the soldiers' fear had gradually become numb, and they simply refused to attack.

The sound of trumpets from the Duke of Redwood's army rang in my ears.

Although old Laffer did not see the Duke of Redwood's expression, he could hear the Duke of Redwood's impatience and urging from the rapid and out-of-tune sound of the horn.

Sure enough, the next second the squire knights suddenly turned a corner.

Although he was reluctant, he still rushed straight towards the car fort under the drive of the Extraordinary Knight.

"Oh, hell!"

"Constance's son!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Who ordered the launch? Didn't you hear the command?"

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

Amid the chaotic commands, a series of shrieks were heard, and red lotuses blossomed in the rain.

But unfortunately, after Besser counted carefully, he found that only three people were caught.

The remaining knights who were safe laughed loudly, which made the faces of the civilians behind the chariot fort even paler.

Fifty clockwork guns fired lead bullets simultaneously, but only knocked down three people, with a hit rate of only 6%.

It must be said that the previous tactics of the squire knights to harass the enemy were still useful.

Due to their sudden attack, many Holy Gunners were unable to perform at their original level.

After hammering the car board hard, Besser's face turned pale. "Damn it, these holy gunners are well fed and well provided for, and this is the result they get?"

However, no one answered Besser's words, and people were looking nervously at the knights who were getting closer and closer.

These garrisons are different from the Salvation Army or the troops directly under Meliati, and have not received any training in infantry and cavalry assault.

No one would not feel scared when seeing hundreds of half-ton iron men breaking through the rain and rushing towards them.

"Ready!" The gunner's voice exploded in the rain, "Falcon gun, aim!"

The gunners frantically shook the joystick to adjust the direction of the muzzle.

The orderlies took two steps back to avoid being killed by the recoil.

"Fire!" Besser shouted, taking over the gunner's duties.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

An iron rod was inserted into the rear end of the clockwork chamber, and the four gunners pressed their whole bodies on the iron rod.

The latch popped out with the smell of heated metal.

In an instant, the barrel of the Falcon Cannon shook backwards like a phantom, and the axle of the gun carriage squeaked under the heavy load.

The whirring sound of breaking through the air cut through the rain curtain, and iron sand, lead bullets and gravel washed over the knights like a horizontal rainstorm.

A cloud of blood mist rose up, and the dozen or so knights in the front row trembled collectively with their horses and fell to the ground together.

The mud was pushed out of the waves by the sliding corpse and stopped less than five steps in front of the cart.

The horses and riders were groaning.

The escort knights in the rear acted decisively and once again dangerously circled in front of the formation.

In this era, not all knights can charge at the risk of their lives like the Order Company.

Seeing the defeat ahead, the other knights of course had to wisely give the stage to the real heavy-armored knights.

"Hit it!" Algernon shouted excitedly, and the soldiers burst into a brief cheer.

"What are you shouting? Are you afraid that you might have heard the order clearly?" A flash of joy appeared on Bether's face, and then he became more solemn.

After the squire knights made a detour, just as the clockwork cannon roared and the holy musket had just blew the wind, the heavily armored knights in the rear had already pressed forward.

It takes about a minute for the clockwork cannon to reload and fire.

At this moment, the opponent's knight only needs less than half a minute to cover the distance of one hundred and twenty steps!

"Fools, hold on to your guns tightly and don't let go. Pawns that have crossed the river will not retreat!" Besser looked at the extraordinary knights who were getting closer and closer, and shouted to the soldiers.

(End of this chapter)