When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 740: Boys, follow me!

The flail hit one knight's head hard, knocking him dizzy.

The knights, having lost the height advantage of their war horses, were actually somewhat clumsy in the face of the spears and flails that kept stabbing from behind the carriages.

With the roar of the second round of Falcon Cannon, the main force of the attacking Extraordinary Knights retreated like a tide.

In front of the chariot, there were twenty or thirty knights' bodies left like starfish at low tide.

Looking at the backs of the extraordinary knights leaving, I still couldn't believe it.

They were able to kill the knight? Isn't Qianhe Valley always a symbol of weakness?

Not only were the soldiers confused, even Duke Sequoia couldn't understand it.

Looking at the two-headed raven flag approaching quickly from behind, one can tell how furious the Duke is at the moment.

It is natural to have such thoughts. To outsiders, the Thousand Valley Uprising War was just an ordinary war of suppression.

But those who actually participated in it know how brutal this war was and how it forged a very extreme military system.

The people of Qianhe Valley have always faced the elite of the empire, so they thought that all knights in the world were like that.

The Gravelfield Knights, at this moment, taught the soldiers a lesson.

Looking at the blurred figures in the rain, many soldiers who had just been stabbing and killing randomly suddenly remembered most of the close combat content in the previous manual as if they had been enlightened.

It often only takes a moment to transform from a new recruit into a veteran.

"Push the griffin cannon to the riverside. If the knights break through the formation, push the cannon into the river."

After retracting the telescope, Besser's first words startled the officers around him.

"Sir Besser, what do you mean by this?" A captain couldn't help asking, "The Griffin Cannon is the main cargo we are transporting this time. If it's gone, we'll all be in trouble."

"We don't have a winding mechanism for the Griffin Cannon, and the mainspring is loose. Currently, the hydraulic winding system of the Rust River is barely enough to supply the Falcon Cannon." Besser stared at him and shouted impatiently, "If the Stonebreakers take the Griffin Cannon away, can you take the responsibility?"

The captain was suddenly speechless.

"Sacred power is limited, and we don't know when reinforcements will arrive."

After walking around them, Besser put his hands on his hips and began to direct the laborers to push the griffin cannon.

The knights did not retreat because of the failure of the first wave of attack. Soon, the squire knights once again maneuvered within the range.

Apparently, this is the method they came up with to deal with the Holy Gun and the Clockwork Cannon.

Use low-end manpower to consume resources and take the opportunity to launch an attack.

This tactic works really well in the relatively flat wasteland terrain of the Gravel Plain.

So in the second and third wave of attacks, there would be more than ten more corpses in front of the tanks each time.

At the same time, on the ground behind the fort, there were many fainted Holy Gunners who stuffed tranquilizer ointment into their noses.

Crouching beside a fainted Holy Gunner, Old Laffer turned his head to look at the Rust River whose water level was rising, and reached out to pick off the blood-sucking worm that had climbed up his calf.

Kaler didn't say anything, but just held the dagger tightly in his hand, staring straight at the armored knight who was attacking again in the distance.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

He could see the lead cutting through tubes in the vapor.

This time it was a volley and the distance was quite close.

The performance of the Holy Gunners was getting better and better. After this round of Holy Wind, they actually knocked down more than ten knights.

However, unlike before, this time the Duke of Redwood gave a death order and made the knights drink the potion.

Although more than ten knights fell off their horses, with the help of potions and divine arts, the remaining knights still fought fiercely.

In the rain, four knights with red feather arrows hanging on their waists rushed forward through the holy wind.

The heavy hammers were swung in their hands as if they were nothing, making a dull sound of breaking through the air.

The leading knight raised his sledgehammer high and smashed it hard against a carriage.

The car board shattered instantly, and the soldiers at the gap looked blankly at the giant armored knight in front of them.

Before he could escape, a heavy hammer hit him on the head, two streams of blood spurted out, and the soldier's head was smashed directly into his chest.

The warhorse was quite smart. It kicked out with its two hooves and directly knocked the carriage in front of it over, leaving a huge gap.

"Damn it! It's the Imperial Order Knight." Taking the halberd from the orderly, the centurion roared, "Boys, follow me!"

After saying that, Captain Bai rushed out first. This was the truth they learned in the Thousand River Valley War - only by risking your life can you survive!

"Come with me and push forward!" At this moment, old Laffer rarely lost his mind and rushed forward with bloodshot eyes.

The bloodiness of the mountain people in Qianhe Valley broke out.

Dozens of spearmen, including Laffer, rushed forward with roars.

But the knight's riding skills were quite good. He was wearing heavy armor and could jump up. When he landed, his hind legs even kicked two soldiers away. However, as soon as he landed, he was surrounded by more than a dozen soldiers, and more than a dozen holy guns were aimed at him.

However, behind him, three other Red Feather Arrow Knights rushed in one after another through the gap in the chariot fort.

The laborers cried and crawled under the carriage, and even jumped into the muddy river.

The sound of gunfire was obviously much more chaotic, and Besser's roar was even louder: "Aim at those knights! Aim at them! The ones with red feather arrows hanging on their waists."

The sound of gunfire crackled and lead bullets flew over heads.

After being kicked away by the warhorse, the dazed old Laffer picked up an axe gun again.

He saw that except for seven or eight knights who continued to fight in the gap, the rest of the knights turned around again.

But this time they won't go too far and will definitely continue to rush over.

The gap has already been opened, there is no reason to retreat.

The horse's hooves sank into the mud, and old Lav stood up shakily, then was led by other soldiers to charge towards the knights.

Everything within the field of vision was in chaos, and many of the escort knights even approached the outskirts of the chariot fort and continued to shoot arrows.

Amid the sound of rain, the sound of the gears turning the gun muzzles was so loud that it became almost the only sound in the ears of all the soldiers.

In order to stop the imperial knights with red feather arrows, Besser even rode on a horse himself, holding a lance and engaging in close combat with the imperial knights.

Kaler stumbled to the Falcon Cannon in the chaos.

The moment he touched the Falcon Cannon, he heard a crisp click.

Kaler, who had been trained in "Simplified Mechanics", knew clearly that it was the sound of the mainspring being tightened.

But he waited for a few seconds, but did not hear the expected "Praise the Holy Wind".

Looking up, Kaler was about to ask why the gunner didn't fire, but he saw the gunner fall straight down.

Holding the gunner's shoulder, Kaler shouted "Oh no!".

There was a bloody red-feather arrow stuck in the gunner's forehead, and his eyes had lost all their luster.

Looking at the Red Feather Arrow Knight charging recklessly, Kaler gritted his teeth and simply dived behind the Falcon Cannon.

Use a dagger to jam the elevation gear and screw, raising the muzzle to an angle that is difficult to perceive visually.

Kaler looked around but couldn't find the iron rod, so he simply did the work of two people and pulled out his saber and inserted it into the pin hole.

"Get down!" Kaler's hoarse voice saved countless lives at this moment.

"boom!"

The moment the shell left the gun, Kaler tried his best to jump out.

But the huge recoil still grazed his chest and abdomen, knocking him out like a rag doll.

After rolling around in the mud for a few rounds, Kaler curled up in pain.

A depression that went deep into the flesh and bone appeared on the ribcage of his breastplate.

After years of knight training, Kaler could feel without even touching it that at least three of his ribs were broken.

But it is not without use.

The two Imperial Knights who rushed into the fort were only three or five meters away from the Falcon Cannon that was firing shotgun shells.

Almost instantly, the two closest red knights turned into a rainstorm of steel and flesh, with flesh wrapped in iron filings and bones splattered everywhere.

Although only two Red Feather Arrow Knights were killed, it dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the remaining knights.

Amid this shock, Besser was the first to recover.

He roared, dropped the lance in his hand, pounced on a knight and pulled him off his horse.

The two men wrestled on the ground for several rounds, and finally Besser stood up with a steel dagger stuck in the knight's armpit.

After the gunshot, the situation began to tilt towards Qianhe Valley again.

Faced with these bloodthirsty soldiers, many knights of the Gravel Plain fell into deep confusion.

In most cases, attacking a chariot formation basically means "breaking the city" and the opponent will surrender.

But this group of strange black-clad soldiers actually tried to engage in street fighting with them after "breaking the formation"!

Moreover, as the fight went on, they were inexplicably pushed out of the convoy, and the gap was about to be filled.

The horn sounded again, but this time it was not a horn forcing them to attack, but a horn calling them to retreat.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

(End of this chapter)