When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 790 Military Exercises
"They set up such a thin array, and they run away one by one." Adelheid looked at the Galar horizontal array in the distance, puzzled.

"We've been practicing the horizontal formation for three weeks." Grover spat as he tied his leg bandages around his calves. "This thing is useless in war. I don't know what we're practicing it for..."

Standing on the reserved training ground, Dietrich Bert, who had a whole day off yesterday, did not speak.

The first three weeks were fine, but during the middle three weeks when they were training in horizontal formations and flag signals, the mountain people were full of resentment.

It’s okay to learn the Leia language and flag language. After all, in future wars, language barriers will be a big problem. They can still understand.

This Galar horizontal formation that they learned is just garbage in the eyes of those old mercenaries.

There were only five or six long horizontal rows in total, and the knights cut them off with a simple charge.

What’s even more terrifying is that if the war lasts too long, many cowardly people will flee on their own initiative, and the officers will not be able to stop them.

As for those Holy Gunners, they are indeed powerful, but they are still crossbows. Just learn from the Dunjar Phalanx and place them in the four corners.

What's the point of learning so many weird commands?
But fortunately, after three weeks of formation training, they were suddenly allowed to use the large square formation again in today's confrontation exercise.

But the instructor said that if they won the battle, they could set up any formation they wanted and they could choose their own officers.

In addition, Shengsun will personally treat them to a roasted whole lamb dinner, free beer, and give them one month's salary as a bonus.

But if they lost the battle, not only would they lose the roasted whole lamb, they would also have to train more, and their officers would be replaced by enemy officers.

This immediately made the Norn mountain people eager to take action.

When Horn and the spectators entered the stadium, the military police acting as referee blew the whistle first.

On the pale yellow land, the new Norn army formed two large square formations of 2500 people and took the initiative to approach the eight horizontal formations in the classic diamond shape on the opposite side.

The people sitting in the viewing platform who had talked with Horne had complicated expressions on their faces.

Lord Horn asked them to come and watch the ceremony. Is he trying to prove something?

Thinking of the previous plasma bomb, many people had a conflicted look on their faces.

Turning our attention back to the field, the two horizontal formations and two large square formations at the front of the diamond shape have already entered the shooting range of the Holy Gun.

"Hoo hey! Hoo hey!"

Drawing his sword, Adelheid, the squad leader, took the lead in shouting: "For beer and silver coins!"

"Bang bang bang!"

But as soon as he finished shouting, the people behind him were unable to join in the slogan, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

“Cough, cough, cough—” Adelheid swung his sword to cut through the smoke and covered his chest with his hands with a grim expression.

Looking at the red paint on his hands and breastplate, Adelheid was dragged out of the team by the military police with a confused look on his face.

"You are dead, please go to the rest area."

A wooden sign with the word "Death" written in red was hung around his neck, and he didn't even react.

"Hey, I haven't fought yet, I haven't started fighting yet?!" Adelheid shouted as he chased the gendarmes.

"You were hit by the Holy Gun and are already dead. You... Hey, you bastards, don't think I don't know you guys are hitting me with the Holy Gun. Who is it?"

The military policeman, who was hit by three or four "stray bullets", could no longer bear it and ran towards the black champion opposite.

Adelheid was left standing helplessly on the grass.

"Holy Musketeers, counterattack, counterattack!" Turning his head, Grover shouted to his own Holy Musketeers beside him.

However, the solidified paint balls drew colorful tracks in the air, and almost instantly, the first row of holy musketeers were targeted.

Balls of red smoke exploded, and the Holy Gunners cried out in pain, covering their bodies with their hands as they faced the overwhelming balls of paint.

Although the spring is not fully wound, the paint cloth ball is also used.

But when this thing hit the breastplate, it still left a purple bruise.

"How could this happen?" Grover was furious as he watched the Holy Gunners fall one after another. "Where is your previous arrogance? Stand up."

"Come on if you're brave enough!" The "dead" Holy Gunner did not tolerate any more and cursed back in rough Norn language.

Since they are deployed in a horizontal formation, there are more Black Champion Holy Gunners per unit time, and they can project more firepower.

In addition, the Black Champions have been training for more than three years, and the firing frequency of the Holy Gunners can reach once every 30 seconds or even once every 20 seconds.

As for the new Norn army, there are also old Holy Gunners who can speak Norn, but most of them are newly recruited Norn Holy Gunners this summer.

Under the more intensive firepower projection, the casualty rate of the Holy Musketeers phalanx on the left reached 20%.

As the referee blew the whistle, the Holy Gunner on the left side of the Norn New Army was judged to have lost morale and left the field dejectedly. After about six or seven rounds of paintballs, the two sides finally entered the close combat spear-pushing stage that the Norn New Army was familiar with.

The long corridors were formed by calves in combat boots, while the dome was formed by crossed halberds and spears.

Under the dome, hardwood swords wrapped in cloth and paint powder kept clashing.

Don't underestimate these hardwood swords. Even if they are wrapped in cloth, they can still break bones when they hit someone.

In this regard, this group of new Norn troops miraculously tied with the Black Champion.

After all, this is an old area of ​​mercenaries, and it’s the result of learning since childhood.

The spear-pushing battle in front soon formed an interlaced battle line, with both sides covering and filling each other's positions, and the front-row soldiers were constantly taken off the field by the military police.

"No, no." Grover pointed to the side with greasy sweat stains on his forehead. "The other side is coming around."

Following Grover's words, Dietrich Tebert and the people around him looked up.

However, on the gray-yellow grass, two horizontal formations were seen marching rapidly under a forest of long spears.

Their position was on the side of the two large square formations!

While they were engaging the front line, the lines on either side of the diamond array were still advancing at a rapid pace.

Only then did they find to their surprise that the other side only used one thousand people to stop five thousand people.

Behind these one thousand men, there was a reserve force of one thousand men, and on both sides of the two large square formations, there were one thousand men each surrounding them to prepare for a flank attack.

In terms of space, the new Norn army naturally has the advantage in terms of manpower.

But in terms of time, only the soldiers in the first three rows actually engaged in the battle, and the soldiers in the back rows did not actually participate.

That is to say, during this period of time, only the first three rows of 150 people in a phalanx of Norn Mountain People participated in the battle.

When Horn lengthened the square formation into a horizontal formation, the first three rows of soldiers still consisted of 150 or even 180 people.

As long as the morale is maintained, the melee manpower of both sides will be the same or even more per unit time.

"Left and right wings, put down your spears!"

"Huh! Hey!"

Hundreds of spears on both sides of the phalanx were lowered in unison, like porcupines with their back spines spread out.

The Norn mountain people were really resilient. They actually raised their spears again and aimed at the Black Champion War Monks attacking from both sides.

But this put the phalanx leader in a dilemma.

The armies on both sides did not engage in close combat, but simply used their holy musketeers to shoot continuously.

If we leave the phalanx from the side to meet the attack at this time, it will inevitably lead to the breakdown of the battle formation and allow the enemy to take advantage of the opportunity to attack.

If we just keep getting beaten up like this, our morale will plummet.

Before the two phalanx leaders could come up with a good idea, another whistle was heard.

"The casualties among the Holy Gunners on the left wing of the second phalanx exceeded 20%. It is determined that their morale has collapsed."

To make matters worse, the two infantry regiments facing the enemy head-on were slowly retreating.

As both wings were attacked, they were unable to pursue and could only watch as the opposing team exchanged positions with the reserve.

"Don't chase, don't chase!"

"Come back, come back, Nihekin, come back!"

The Norn mountain folk in the front row couldn't control their temper and chased after them.

Needless to say, what the consequences of being out of touch with the team are.

As the paint splashed on the mountain people who had left the team, colorful fireworks exploded.

They were either furious and helpless, or were dragged off the scene by the military police in dejection.

In the torturous time that followed, the referee blew the whistle again and again. Even though the two phalanx leaders were tenacious enough to launch continuous attacks, they were unable to save the situation.

In less than an hour, the Norn New Army, with total casualties exceeding 30%, was declared the loser.

As for the Black Champions, only one infantry regiment had its morale crushed by the Norn New Army's sudden attack due to its reckless advance.

Apart from this, the total casualties of the remaining infantry regiments were less than 10%.

(End of this chapter)