When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 752 Lannes' Charge
The chaotic shouting still echoes in my ears.

As Lannes charged, he could only hear the faint buzzing sound of the wind blowing through his helmet.

The war horses from the Feitian Grassland are all fat and strong, and the mud they step on can fly two or three meters away.

Since they were only equipped with three-quarters thin iron armor and no horse armor, Lannes and his men were much faster than those with heavy armor.

The cavalry marched between the infantry phalanxes that were slowly approaching each other on both sides, as if they were passing through two solid walls that were constantly squeezing towards the middle.

Through the slits of his bird-beak helmet, Lannes saw three rows of seventy or eighty shield carts in front and behind.

About three or four of them were blasted with holes by artillery shells and overturned on the ground.

Behind the rocks and shield carts, the guards climbed up with fear in their hearts and looked around carefully.

The armored soldiers held their scabbards and lashed at the guards who were crouching with their heads in their hands: "Still crouching? I'm here to kill you. Run!"

Before the armored sergeant could call everyone, Lannes had already arrived with nearly a hundred armored musketeers.

Naturally, they would not use their clockwork rifles on this group of people, but instead directly drew out their sabers.

A distance of several hundred meters was passed in the blink of an eye. The guards who had just stood up saw a cold light flash before their eyes while they were still frightened.

The cavalry swept through the crowd, slashing left and right with their sabers.

As the cavalry galloped past them, the guards were knocked to the ground or even rotated by the swords one after another.

The unevenness of the battlefield did not affect the charge of Lannes and others.

Because there was also flames of divine power under the hooves of their war horses.

It turns out that the monks of the Holy Way can also use divine magic and blessings.

After a round of charge, Lannes reined in his horse and wanted to turn around and charge again.

However, just as he started, he found that seven or eight enemy extraordinary knights were surrounding him.

"Let's go!" Lannes immediately assessed the situation.

"Can you leave? You, you...Hey hey hey!" The knight captain closest to him had a grim smile on his face, but then it turned into surprise.

In the blink of an eye, Lannes miraculously passed by them at a distance of four or five meters.

Then Lannes was like a loach, moving left and right, and managed to avoid the stranglehold many times.

On the battlefield, Lannes's vision was limited to a slit in his bird-beak helmet.

But he seemed to have opened his third eye and had a bird's-eye view, and he managed to bypass three or four enemy cavalry.

However, the Gravelfield Knights were not all losers. At the last moment of escape, a team of knights still rushed out.

"Get ready to shoot." Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Lannes roared and took the lead in pulling out the short-barreled pistol from the side of the saddle.

The rest of the musketeers followed suit and drew their pistols.

Another knight beside him was even in the mood to joke: "Holy Father, these dwarf things are reliable and didn't break my big toe."

On both sides of the saddles of Lannes and others, there are check valves ingeniously made by dwarf masters.

Normally, Lannes and others would insert their pistols into the heavy check valves, relying on the mass and incredible metal properties to jam the gears.

Before the battle begins, ask the Holy Gunner to wind up and insert the spring.

When you need to fire, just pull out the pistol and pull the trigger.

It’s a pity that this set of equipment is expensive, and currently only breastplate musketeers can equip it.

"Stop being funny, it's time to fight."

With his left arm stretched out, Lannes stared straight ahead.

He could already see the yellow feather patterns on the enemy's body.

“Holy Wind!”

The pistol with the mithril alloy firing rod roared, and the five knights in the front immediately fell down with screams.

Horses' hooves trampled over the fallen knights, and sabers, swords, maces, and lances collided with each other.

There were clanging sounds and screams, and even the bang of pistols.

When both sides charged out in reverse, only one man was killed on Lannes' side, while nearly ten of the larger number of Gravel Knights fell. "Damn it!" The intercepting knight captain Slavak raised his helmet visor, revealing an old face. It turned out to be the old knight who asked for a rematch that day.

He looked at Lannes's departing back in disbelief.

Both sides are the strongest knights in their respective regions, and Lannes and others even have lighter armor.

Obviously, Slafak, as the captain of these eight cavalry squadrons, could not accept such an outcome.

"Chase after him." The old knight pulled down his mask.

Ignoring the rapid drumbeats behind him, Slavak decided to continue the pursuit.

Driving the enemy knights to charge into the enemy formation was his specialty.

This is not only the path dependence of his decades of life, but also the path dependence of hundreds of years of imperial inheritance.

Not everyone has a flexible enough mind to cope with change.

Seeing thousands of knights chasing after him, Lannes laughed and said, "We caught a big fish."

Although there were thousands of knights following behind him, Lannes was supported by 500 knights sent by the main camp.

They retreated in a staggered manner, tying down the knights of Gravel Plain without letting them lose them.

Brutal charges like those of the Imperial Company or the Cossacks were rare in that era.

Cavalry charge is a game between the brave, the crazy and the cowardly. Three-quarters of the fighting power is willpower.

Most of the time, the knights shouted and fought fiercely for most of the day, but in the end the casualties were only in the single digits.

In some areas, there is still a tradition of cavalry fighting generals.

After decades of peace, the knights' skills had deteriorated to the point where they couldn't even form a battle formation.

Relatively speaking, the knights' lethality to infantry and civilians is really brutal.

Seeing the columns of smoke and flags rising from the distant hillside, Lannes stopped harassing them and headed straight for the main camp where the cavalry was assembled.

The Gravelfield Knights above simply drank the potion and followed directly.

The sound of horse hooves got closer, and the gunners stood on the carriages, looking forward to it.

Soon, hundreds of cavalrymen with fleur-de-lis flags appeared in sight and approached rapidly along the white line on the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey, we haven't come in yet." Looking at the gunner not far away inserting the iron rod into the slot, Lannes hurriedly made a bang.

"I saw it." Standing next to the sand sculpture cannon, the familiar cannon operator rolled his eyes.

"Praise Holy Thunder!"

The brown-orange sized shell grazed the warhorse's scalp and hit one of the knights hard in the middle of his collarbone.

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, the knight was unexpectedly pulled by the huge force of the cannonball and the warhorse under him and turned around in the air before landing heavily on the ground.

When the knights' hooves trampled through the blood, they understood why the knights who had come into contact with them were so terrified.

But what frightened them even more was the chorus of voices below: "Praise the Holy Wind!"

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Seeing thousands of knights strangling each other and failing in their attempts, then charging recklessly and failing in their attempts, Count Lattes gripped the hilt of his sword even tighter.

"Can the shield vehicle continue to move forward?"

"At most half of them have recovered, and the rest of them will not go on no matter what."

Count Lattes pulled out a silver wine flask from his chest, took a sip of the potion inside, and then calmed down: "The enemy currently has only four phalanxes, and we have eight. Don't worry about the others, just press on first. If we don't fight in close combat, we will never have a chance."

"What about Knight Slavak?"

Although Count Lattes was angry, he had expected this: "Let the Red Feather Arrow Knights provide support. Do not attack rashly."

"Your Excellency, the enemy's clockwork cannon is too powerful. Knights are best not to..."

"Don't worry about the cavalry for now, the infantry is about to engage in battle." Count Lattes rudely interrupted the Knight Commander.

(End of this chapter)