When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 822: Battle of Marunpo (Part )
The second day at the Malampo camp.

It was dawn, and the corpses left over from yesterday's battle lay on the muddy ground, their blood having long since frozen into black and red ice crystals.

Count Dreta stood on a high ground, his eyes glancing coldly across the front line.

The knight commanders beside him talked in low voices, discussing today's offensive.

"They are still holding on to the third line of defense." Baron Macherov unfolded the map and tapped the third line of defense with his finger. "The two Imperial Order Companies have agreed to go out."

Deretta nodded slightly. Although he said he was not in a hurry, he couldn't really be in no hurry at all.

Otherwise, King Gigi might have to transform into King Jiji to put pressure on Dretta.

Those Imperial Order Companies were quite proud and had refused to take part in such a "dirty" siege.

It would be the best that they could do archery.

It’s a pity that those red knights are Laffer’s soldiers. They only obey orders and not declarations, so it’s difficult for Dreta to order them to go.

Fortunately, yesterday, Dreta brought out the handwritten order sent by King Gigi, "The Imperial Company moves forward 500 meters", which made the men of the Imperial Company willing to dismount and fight on foot.

As for the Red Knight, he still couldn't command him.

"Today's goal is to eliminate their fortifications and seize the third line of defense." Dreta said calmly.

With an order, the Leia army began to move.

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Just like yesterday, a large group of Leia soldiers charged forward.

The soldiers carrying battle axes advanced under the attack of bows and arrows, while the infantry knights provided cover with tower shields.

What was different from yesterday was that this time, a large number of Imperial Order Knights were mixed into the attacking army.

In close combat, he encountered a Knight of the Imperial Order who was highly skilled in martial arts and armed to the toenails.

It was not until they met these Knights of the Imperial Order that the new recruits understood what kind of monster the Saint Grandson was fighting against.

These heavily armored infantry knights could even use a halberd in one hand and a knight's sword in the other to easily cut through the lath armor.

They could only be knocked down if the Black Champion veteran spearmen surrounded them or the Holy Gun Monks shot at them from close range.

But the knockdown is not over yet. You must lift up the skirt armor or face armor and stab the dagger into it before the opponent is defeated.

Thanks to the breathing technique, the Imperial Knights' ability to fight while injured is quite high.

Many of them are knights of the Ninth Stage Breathing Technique. Unless their throats are cut or their lungs have problems, even serious injuries will hardly make them lose their combat effectiveness.

As the Imperial Knights marched in on foot, the spiked stakes broke one by one, and the fences were forcibly pulled down.

Huge catapults began to bombard the earth ramparts and fences, and the deafening roar echoed across the battlefield.

As it is the dry season of winter, even Hotam County, which has sluice gates everywhere, does not have enough water flow.

Therefore, after the army was fully deployed outside the camp and people were sent to patrol the river, the clockwork cannons in the camp had to be used sparingly.

In order to ensure the success of this major battle plan, Victor only left half of the artillery for distribution to each camp.

The rest were taken away by Das.

Specifically speaking, on the battlefield, Kaler and other infantrymen had to destroy these catapults and crossbows under the cover of the Holy Gunners.

Behind the breastwork, the holy musketeers and archers continued to pour out their killing power from the defense line.

"Keep pushing forward! I'll see who dares to stop!"

A Sergeant Major Leia shouted loudly, cracking his whip.

Walking on the slippery and muddy ground, the soldiers gritted their teeth and withstood the rain of arrows and bullets, tearing the wooden fence into pieces while fighting.

But the resistance from the people of Thousand Valley was more fierce than they expected.

Even though the fences had been torn down, these teams of soldiers were still able to hold their positions among the ruins.

During this period, the morale of Leia's soldiers collapsed several times.

When they saw the damaged fence, they thought it was the end, but it turned out to be just the beginning for the Black Champion monks.

Then, around the ruins, there were small-scale offensive and defensive battles. "Stay close to me, and keep your spears flat!"

With a loud roar, Kaler lowered his spear, and forty spear monks immediately lined up in front of him, with their spears pointing forward.

The Leia soldiers had already rushed to the front and crashed into the spear formation. The sound of metal collision and screams immediately mixed together.

Kaler raised his spear and stabbed an enemy soldier's throat fiercely, and blood instantly splattered on the cold ground.

But the next moment, without the cover of the fence, more enemies rushed up.

Seeing that the Thousand Valley Army was showing signs of chaos, Dreta even ordered a violent attack.

The shield carts were pushed to the front of the trench, followed closely by the heavy armored infantry, who quickly approached the breastwork of the earthen rampart under the cover of spears and arrows.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

As soon as Kaler gave the order, the Holy Gunner's burst of holy wind instantly penetrated several unlucky Leia soldiers.

Defending, attacking, fighting and assaulting, surrounding the earth ramparts and trenches, even the Holy Gunners rushed up with red eyes.

As time went by, the Black Champion's defense began to loosen little by little.

In the evening, Deretta finally got the result he wanted.

These Black Champion monks finally withdrew from the third line of defense to the second line, and the black and red flags were torn down from the earthen ramparts.

The flag was trampled into the mud, and the Leia soldiers cheered loudly.

Behind the second line of defense is the wall of the Malenbo camp.

Although the manpower and morale were greatly depleted, Dreta breathed a sigh of relief.

According to the current progress, the camp can be breached in two days at the latest. After all, the camp itself is not very big. These Qianhe Valley people will not fight street battles with them in the camp, right?
"Is there any village nearby? Capture some women, get some cattle, sheep, and wine, and then give the soldiers some rewards!" Deretta deliberately spoke loudly, "I'll pay!"

"Long live the Earl!"

"May you live long, my Lord."

Unlike the excited cheers of Leia's army, the Black Champion's camp was filled with gloom and sorrow.

Gritting his teeth, Kaler looked at the dirty flag covered in blood.

But he knew that he could not fight anymore. Based on orders and the situation, he had to retreat to the second line of defense.

Looking angrily at the knights who wantonly killed the prisoners, Kaler gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone, retreat to the second line of defense!"

The remaining Qianhegu Army soldiers began to retreat to the rear one after another like a trickle, retreating along the camp wall into the second line of defense.

Standing on the arrow tower, Victor looked at the battlefield where only the burning fences and piles of corpses were left, but he said nothing.

"Any news? The boys suffered heavy casualties today." After a long silence, Victor asked the adjutant beside him.

The adjutant smiled bitterly: "You ask three or four times a day. Even if there is news, it won't be that fast."

Victor pursed his lips but said nothing.

It is not difficult to defeat these armies, but it is quite troublesome to annihilate them.

If they are not annihilated now, they will be able to regain their fighting capacity when King Jiji arrives in the future.

If they fail to annihilate the enemy's effective forces, then the strategic goal of this battle will not be achieved. What good will it be even if they win?

But seeing his former comrades falling one after another, Victor couldn't help feeling heartbroken.

Among the Black Champions, he has almost the longest seniority, and many of the new recruits were taught by him personally.

As a result, they could not form a horizontal formation and kill or die in the most glorious and expert manner, but instead had to fight against the enemy in small-scale combat, which was their best skill.

But the military order was like this, and no matter how sad he was, he still had to obey the order.

Fortunately, as night fell, Victor, like Dreta, got the result he wanted.

"Dass said, it's in place!" Although her face was smeared with dirty windproof grease, Jeanna's eyes were frighteningly bright.

(End of this chapter)