When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 798: No drinking after sunset!
The 10-centimeter-diameter, pomelo-sized shell hit a snow pile more than a hundred meters away from the enemy's formation.

Under the huge impact force, the snow pile exploded in an instant, and scattered snowflakes fell down.

"Who told you to fire?" the gunner roared angrily and kicked the gunner on the butt.

Dietrich, holding a spear, did not dare to look around. He pursed his lips and white steam spewed out of his nostrils.

In the morning sun, the hot air exhaled from the mouths of the soldiers in the front row formed a white silk ribbon in the sunlight.

To onlookers, it looked like an angry bull breathing.

"Left, right, left, left, right..."

The wheels rolled over the snow, the boots crushed the snow, and the battle array passed by, making a continuous crackling sound.

Dietrich took mechanical steps forward as if by muscle memory, but he always felt uneasy in his heart.

There were only six rows deep behind them, and the Black Champion monks looked very easy when demonstrating, but only those who were on the front line knew how terrifying it was.

Opposite them was a densely packed large square formation of fifty or sixty people deep.

Standing in the battle formation, all the soldiers can see are their comrades, which can make them feel at ease.

Can they do what the Black Champion can do?
That's an enemy twice as strong as us.

"Watch out for arrows!"

The feather arrows that fell from the sky landed at their feet or on their torsos and limbs. Many soldiers who were hit by arrows only groaned, and only a few fell down.

Dietrich was unfortunately hit in the shoulder by a feathered arrow, but fortunately the arrowhead was caught in the shoulder armor and tweed clothing.

He felt only a slight tingling sensation.

Unlike lead bullets, bow and arrow projectiles can only cause minor injuries to armored units most of the time unless they hit vital points.

If a lead bullet is shot into the body, due to its soft and deformable texture, it is easier to transfer kinetic energy to the surrounding tissues, thus forming a larger cavity.

Heavy clockwork guns such as the Canned Gun can even create an instantaneous cavity with a diameter of 10 cm in the body of a slime.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

After entering the range of one hundred meters, the holy musketeers, who had endured several rounds of arrows, finally showed their power.

It was visible to the naked eye that soldiers in the Leia phalanx would fall down from time to time, holding their bleeding chests.

When both sides enter the range of 80 meters, normally they should start running or charging.

But what was strange was that the officers around him suddenly shouted, "Mark where you are and form up!"

Confused by the officer's order, many Norn veterans subconsciously wanted to ask questions but held back.

The battle with the Black Champion and the spirit infusion stick had already instilled in them the spirit that "subordinates should not contradict their officers."

Instead, the large phalanx on the opposite side started running. The Leia people put down their spears and took big strides, as if they were going to pounce in the next second.

Dietrich Tribert heard the sound of the wheels turning, but he didn't dare to turn and could only glance out of the corner of his eye.

In the gap of Galar's horizontal formation, the three-pound Falcon cannon was pushed to the front.

A total of 12 three-pound Falcon guns were organized into two groups and fired in sequence.

The barrel is filled with cast iron projectiles with a diameter of an adult's fingernail.

"Praise Holy Thunder!"

There was a roar from the muzzle of the gun, and the snow on the ground was blown away by the shock wave, and the charging crowd was immediately emptied.

Before the people in the square formation could react, another shout of "Praise the Holy Thunder" was heard, and the square formation was empty again.

Limbs, bone fragments, intestines and internal organs flowed out from the chest and abdomen.

Even the Knights of the Imperial Order could not guarantee that they could survive taking a cannonball at a distance of sixty or seventy meters, not to mention these Leia infantrymen wearing leather armor.

The phalanx that had been charging suddenly stopped without any pause, from top to bottom.

The wails were so harsh amid the drumbeats of the Norn's new army.

"Put your rifles in a low position." Amid the whistling sound of lead bullets breaking through the air, the officers could hardly suppress their excitement and gave the order to charge.

"charge!"

With a roar, Dietrich held his rifle level, and rushed forward along with the officer and his comrades beside him.

There weren't even a few spear thrusts, let alone a strangulation fight under the knees.

The large square formation of nearly 4,000 people dispersed the moment they came into contact.

According to the officers' request, after chasing for about 300 to 500 meters, the task of chasing and killing the enemy was handed over to the free-handed orc hussars. Because the extraordinary knights saw the infantry's defeat and fled with them.

"Win, win?"

The cheers of the Norn soldiers were even a beat slower, and more people turned their attention to the terrifying large clockwork gun.

If those black champions took out this thing on the day of the exercise, they would probably lose even more miserably.

No wonder Captain Jeshka is so confident, it turns out the reason lies here.

If faced with top supernatural powers and improved armies, the new Norn army might have a hard fight.

If it is an old-style army that still maintains the original combination of guards and sergeants, and vassals within vassals, the weapons and equipment of the Holy Alliance have already formed a generation gap that crushes them.

In terms of the current level of both sides, Horn's side is the Spanish conqueror, and the army of Xianshidian is just the indigenous people with a higher level of civilization.

Dietrich Tribert did not have so many profound ideas. He just advanced and charged blindly, and won just like that.

Two thousand people, in less than half an hour of fighting, defeated an enemy twice their number.

The orc hussars disappeared across the field in pursuit of the fleeing soldiers, and Dietrich Bert heard someone shouting to sit down and rest.

"Rest for half an hour, wait for the remaining troops to land, and then set off again!"

(Norn new troops marching in the snow)
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The northern suburb of Xialu City, Jinuo Town.

In the open space outside the town, surrounded by trenches and fences, is the camp of the Norn allies.

To support the allies this time, Xiong Bao led 8,000 troops.

The Norns have an ancient system of local supply, and the supplies in one area cannot support so many troops.

So except for the three thousand main soldiers and knights gathered near Jino Town, the remaining five thousand people were scattered in seven or eight camps.

Their mission is to prevent the army in the city from breaking out, unlike the western suburbs where they have to fight a desperate battle.

A large number of the drunken Norns of Bearburg leaned against the wall, singing the "Epic of Narn" happily with the old divine sorcerers (the Norns' name for "priests").

Until a group of light cavalry came quickly through the camp gate.

"Rushed soldiers?" Duke Gottfried, who was wearing a silk robe and sitting by the fire tasting Francois wine, sat up suddenly.

The precious wine in the crystal glass spilled onto the bearskin rug, leaving purple and red marks.

"Which direction did the defeated soldiers come from?" The Duke from Xiongbao Territory became nervous.

"To the southeast, it should be the Xianshidian Army from Suimi Town."

Gottfried breathed a sigh of relief, put the wine glass aside with a distressed look, and sat upright with a dignified posture.

"Did the defeated soldiers tell us the enemy's flag, number and origin? Are they reinforcements from the Mad Pope Horn?"

"Yes." The servant chose his words carefully, "The defeated soldiers said that the enemy formed two large square formations with 90 men in each direction, with an estimated 16000 infantry.

The cavalry seems to be 3000 men, probably the Holy Gun Cavalry under the Mad Pope. "

(The people of the empire called Pope Pugliano of the North the "illegal pope", Pope Grandiva of the South the "fraud pope", and Pope Horn of the Center the "mad pope".)
"Nearly 20,000 people? They came out in droves." Gottfried's expression became serious. "This crazy pope is really crazy."

The Mad Pope's 20,000 men and Meliati's 30,000 men, this should be the recruitment limit for the Thousand River Valley and the Black Snake Bay.

After all, it is a local recruitment and local combat, so it is normal to be able to recruit soldiers on a large scale.

Seeing that Gottfried had suddenly fallen silent, the servant's forehead was covered with sweat: "Duke, didn't you give any orders?"

"What order?"

"There are 20,000 of them. Shouldn't we make a decision as soon as possible?"

"Hahahaha, Vladimir, you don't understand war." Gottfried smiled calmly, "Let me test you, when did the Battle of Suimi take place?"

"yesterday morning."

"Our camp is 80 miles away from Suimi Town. They will arrive tonight at the earliest, and tomorrow at the earliest."

Seeing the manservant heaved a sigh of relief, Gottfried turned serious: "Having said that, we still have to guard against their night attacks. The people of Qianhe Valley are good at quick battles.

First send someone to inform the army in the western suburbs of the news, and tell them that there are, um... 30,000 people, 30,000 valley troops attacking, so that they will not ignore it.

Call all the knights in charge and tell them to arrange a defense line. Also, tell them my order: no drinking after sunset!"

(End of this chapter)