When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 753: Yes, Brother, Yes

More than thirty shield carts moved forward slowly, and rows of lead bullets hit the cowhide hardwood boards, making the guards' hands numb.

The tearing sound of the lead hitting the rivets made them tremble every time.

Occasionally, they would peer through the small light-leaking holes on the shield vehicle.

Not far in front of him, spears, halberds, axes and spears stood tall like a dense forest.

The half-body armor of the carbon black armor was connected into one piece, and a dark blue field was floating uniformly on the ship's helmet.

The deck rubbed and clanged with every step.

They marched in unison, at the same tempo, and there were even drummers beating drums on both sides, with every step the soldiers took being in time with the beat.

The most important thing is that they marched very fast and almost did not need to stop to form a team. They could walk almost 50 meters in one minute.

In contrast, the troops on the other side of Gravel Plain had only walked less than 40 meters.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we have shield vehicles to protect us." Covering the bullet hole on his shoulder, the sergeant, knowing that he was not very convincing, still tried to boost morale.

However, the momentum was so overwhelming that the guards pushing the carts swallowed their saliva and suddenly felt that there was not enough air to breathe.

"Give the order, gunners push forward." Seeing that the distance between the two sides was within 150 meters, Andre immediately gave the order.

A whistle sounded, and the captains began to move forward, pressing their musketeers' backs with their musketeers.

"One hundred and five hundred men, two steps apart, march forward quickly! One hundred and five hundred men, one five!"

"A team of three to five hundred people..."

At the command of the captain, two hundred gunners holding light clockwork guns accelerated forward at the two front corners of the large square formation.

They wore black and gray padded jackets, simple breastplates and helmets, and red ties on their right arms to indicate their identity.

Amid more urgent whistles and commands, they gradually broke away from the large square formation and moved towards the shield vehicles almost at a quick pace.

In the current military system of Meliati, there has not been a complete reform of the Galar formation.

The main reason is that there are not enough Holy Gunners, so Meliati's regiment is a combination of Dunjar's large square formation and Galar's horizontal formation.

To put it simply, there are 50 people in a horizontal row, 40 people in a vertical row, and a 10x10 musketeer formation in each of the four corners.

Currently, a 500-man infantry regiment in the Meliati army is composed of 100 musketeers and 400 melee soldiers.

Five infantry regiments can just form a Galar phalanx, and there is still room for 100 musketeers.

These 100 musketeers were called ordered musketeers and fought apart from the phalanx.

They were either pulled by Meliat to cover the cavalry, or fired freely as skirmishers, or served as corner gunners in the mercenary phalanx.

Many of the Holy Gunners are non-Holy Gunners from the Black Snake Bay, and the clockwork guns they use are also different from the Canned Guns.

These clockwork guns were designed and modified by gunsmith Thompson, incorporating the technology of alchemical reactors to reduce mana overflow.

In this way, wizards who are not favored by the Holy One can use it.

To commemorate the invention and innovation of this gunsmith, Meliati simply named this light clockwork gun the Thompson gun.

It has a lower twist rate, a shorter barrel, and a lighter body.

Correspondingly, its power and range are not as good as heavy clockwork guns such as the Ampere or Canndi.

The latter two can penetrate armor at a distance of 90 meters or even 120 meters, but the Thompson gun can only penetrate armor at a distance of 70 meters and can only fire two rounds at most.

Currently, the mainstream firearms of the Qianhe Valley gunners are the light clockwork gun, the Tomp gun, the heavy clockwork gun, the Cannedy gun, and the heavy spiral gun, the Ampere gun.

About 40 meters away is the distance where the Thompson gun can break the shield vehicle.

Standing on the invisible distance line, a total of eight small phalanxes of musketeers stopped.

There are a total of 22 shooting movements in the drill manual, but when it comes to the battlefield, officers will not shout 22 commands. That is what recruits are trained to do.

"Prepare!"

"aim!"

“Holy Wind!”

The 10 holy musketeers in the first row pulled the trigger, and the flying lead bullets pierced the cowhide shields, and blood plasma flowed out from under the wheels.

Although it cannot be seen, the wailing sounds and the stagnant shield vehicles can be seen with the naked eye.

"Second row, move forward!" Since they were facing infantry, according to the drill manual, the captains did not use the kneeling and standing shooting style, but simply retreated and shot.

The commands were sharp and the military boots stomped on the ground.

The first row all turned left, the horizontal formation became a vertical formation, and one side of the small square formation of gunners walked to the back.

The moment they turned their backs to the enemy, the gunners in the second row raised their clockwork rifles in unison.

The eight small phalanxes of musketeers squirmed like a tangled ball of snakes, and every time they spit out their tongues, there was a wailing sound among the Shattered Stone Plain army.

As if he felt that it was not enough, Andre pondered for a moment and simply ordered: "Let the artillery fire two more rounds and leave one clockwork chamber."

"Yes."

The messenger was about to run away, but Andre grabbed his arm and said, "Go and urge those engineers. Why haven't the winding machines been installed yet?"

The black muzzle turned, and the gunner took out the interpolation table: "Straight fire, angle 1, measure accurately."

After about 10 seconds, mist rose from the astrologer's head and blood flowed from his nose.

"Astrologer, accurate prediction!"

"Tilt, tilt it again."

"you sure?"

"That's right, brother. That's right."

Facing the astrologer's firm gaze, the gunner was silent for a moment, then turned around and shouted angrily: "Turn the angle a little more, don't turn it too much."

In the blink of an eye, 4 sand sculpture cannons and 12 falcon cannons roared again at a distance of more than meters.

The whistling sound that broke through the air made many guards immediately squat down with their heads in their hands. They didn't even dare to look up.

There was the sound of sawdust breaking, cowhide cracking, and rivets being hammered against rocks.

Unfortunately, four purple grapefruit-sized pieces streaked through the air, two flew off course, and one fell into the pool of water, exploding into a column of water.

There was only one, and it hit a shield vehicle accurately.

Thousands of pieces of debris burst out from the wheel hub, and with a loud bang, the shield vehicle tilted backwards and overturned.

It’s a pity that the shield vehicle was originally abandoned and did not cause any casualties.

The sergeant who had been boosting morale earlier laughed deliberately: "Hahaha, see? The Holy Father is here..."

The soldier could not hear what the Holy Father was doing, but he saw the sergeant frozen in place.

The only shell that hit did not die down like the other shells.

Due to the strange angle of impact and wind resistance, the shield car overturned and tilted, but the oblique surface was facing the phalanx behind it.

Just like a golden hook relay, he fired the 9-centimeter-diameter cast iron shell accurately into the square formation behind him.

The soldiers in the phalanx raised their heads and looked at the meteor-like black shadow flying towards them. The dull expressions on their faces turned into horror as if in slow motion.

"Hey me--" The unlucky guy in the front row didn't even finish his words before he became the first lucky person to get hit by the bullet in the face.

The helmet shattered, and hot brain matter, wrapped around purple-red blood vessels and skull, splattered onto the face of the soldier behind him.

The shells spun and leapt through the crowd, and severed limbs and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

The splashing mud and grass hit the soldiers' faces, but they didn't dare turn their heads to look.

They didn't even dare to tell whether the surface on their faces was mud or minced meat.

Only out of the corner of his eye could he see red blood smeared on the green ground, and a corpse with a bent spine staring blankly.

Due to the pressure from the gunners and the thunder of the artillery fire, the guards pushing the carts finally couldn't bear it anymore.

No matter the soldiers' threats and whips, the guards refused to move forward.

Seeing this, the sergeants had to order a retreat to prevent the shield vehicles from blocking the road.

The only thirty remaining shield carts moved to the wings to make room for the eight large square formations in two staggered rows behind them.

The large Gravel Plain formation with six in front and two in the back finally faced off against the Thousand River Valley formation with only one row arranged diagonally.

(End of this chapter)