When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 877 Fight

As June approaches, even the usually aloof Gravel Plain begins to become warm and enthusiastic.

The Muzhong Mountain Valley, which had been cloudy for seven or eight days, finally cleared up after a light rain last night.

The scorching sun pierced the soft blue sky, pouring its tremendous heat onto the green grassland and causing a distorted mist to rise.

In the rising mist, on the slightly wet ground, horses' hooves splashed up new mud.

The Kush Rangers and the Border Light Horse chased each other, sabers and straight swords flying like butterflies.

Every time the swords collided, there was a clanging sound.

This was a clash between the strongest cavalry in the history of the Kush Steppe and the strongest cavalry in the modern times of the Kush Steppe.

They all wore short-sleeved cloaks unique to the Kush grasslands, and their silver swords drew arcs in the air.

If this happened in a knight's arena, it would surely cause countless cheers and applause.

It’s a pity that this happened on the battlefield.

"puff--"

After the two sides clashed again, there was a dull sound of flesh piercing, but it was not a sword, but a lead bullet.

The border knight covered his bleeding shoulder and fell sideways with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"A sneak attack! Not a moral code!" After leaving these last words, the Kush Ranger's horse hoof stepped accurately on the border knight's neck.

The Kush Ranger who killed the enemy waved to the dragoon who had mounted his horse beside him with a complicated look, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He raised his head, looked toward one side of the battlefield, and blew a whistle.

"Dududu-"

The sharp whistle turned into flag signals, and then into loud military bugles. When it finally reached Horn, he was already standing on the high tower of Ladenburg.

After three days of rest, the Border Knights launched another attack.

They repaired the shield carts once again, and even transferred another twenty or thirty shield carts from the rear using barges.

Rows of shield carts were connected on the left and right, extending from the field in front of us all the way to the river, like a slowly moving long wall.

Unlike the previous tentative single-point attack, this time they learned their lesson and dispersed the shield vehicles.

As for the Muzhong Mountain, shouts of killing had already been heard, thick smoke and flames, and many arrows flew into the sky.

At Duskbell Mountain and the Valley, the border knights launched attacks simultaneously.

After the Cross-dressing Knight incident, there were noticeable changes in the deployment of the Border Knights.

First, they built scattered camps along the river instead of gathering the army in large numbers as before, in preparation for a long-term war.

Secondly, Archpriest Wenceslas returned to Salt Flats, or even to Silver Bay City further north, to continue discussing food and fodder information with the people of Shattered Stone.

Then, a large number of Centaurs began to capture the Gravel Plains shepherds with their firepower to make up for the manpower loss in the attack.

Finally, a large number of border soldiers began to enter Muzhong Mountain to carry out a sweep, hoping to open up a new road to get around to the rear of Laden Castle.

Further north, in the original buffer zone area, they also built a floating bridge and asked the Thorn Garden laborers to bring in more excavation tools.

During this period, orders for shovels and pickaxes on the Imperial Market have soared.

"This is an all-out attack. The Holy Father's move is too ruthless." Laurent said, shaking his head as he watched the slowly approaching border knights.

Although everyone calls him the Pope now, Laurent, as a veteran, still prefers to call him the priest of ancient times.

Just like the loyal descendants always call Horn "godfather" and Shilov "principal".

Compared to the solemn looks of others, Horn looked relaxed: "The food is cold, but the guests are finally at the table."

"Are you sure you can win this battle?" Besser couldn't help asking, "The fighting power of the border knights should not be underestimated. They are not without experience and determination in siege.

During the siege of Gutenberg in 1436, the border knights exhausted half of their manpower in the siege but did not collapse, and even fought back against the vampire army that launched a sneak attack.

Given their morale, training, and equipment, they are not as easy to deal with as the Imperial Knights."

"Oh, that's terrible." Horn took two steps back, sat back on the small stool, and began to slowly pour coffee from the teapot.

After drinking coffee and eating bread, it was already past six in the morning, and the noisy noise outside suddenly died down.

Horn immediately knew that the Border Knights were about to launch an attack.

As expected, at the command of the Grand Commander, the Knight Commander beat the drum to cheer, and this time the border knights pushed the shield cart themselves.

In the previous three days, although no major offensive was launched, farmers and laborers were dispatched at night.

They filled in most of the intersecting trenches that blocked the shield cars' advance and cleared most of the artillery markers.

Although I don’t know what the shelling marker is, since it was placed there by the people of Qianhe Valley, it must be useful.

No matter what the purpose is, we will not let the people of Qianhe Valley succeed, so we will take them away. It is precisely because of these relatively flat roads that the shield vehicles can move forward quickly and unimpeded this time.

If it were the imperial knights, they would never condescend to push the cart.

But the border knights are different. They do not have noble honors or royal honors like the imperial knights.

All they had was the knightly honor brought by victory, and all they had in their eyes was victory.

"charge!"

"Keep up, keep up, don't stop!"

The knights roared with hoarse voices, while the sergeants carrying sandbags and the peasant soldiers carrying wooden boards followed behind breathlessly.

The clockwork cannons on the triangular fort roared again, and eighteen clockwork cannons fired in a staggered manner. Iron balls and stone bullets rolled in the sky and on the ground again.

Thanks to the gravel plain terrain, artillery shells would occasionally create a bloody line.

However, this time the Border Knights made much greater progress than before, and the casualties were much smaller than before.

First, the shield vehicles are scattered and difficult to attack.

Second, the artillery markings were gone and the accuracy was not good enough.

Third, the knights pushed the shield carts at different speeds, and the estimated amount of artillery fire was always wrong.

After almost two attacks, around noon, the Border Knights arrived at the first trench of the first line of defense.

Originally, there were three breastwork trench defense lines, a fence defense line, a triangular fort defense line in front of Laden Fort, and then the city wall.

Each breastwork trench line consists of two trenches in front and behind.

The one the Knights are currently encountering is the one that the soldiers on the first line of defense had nothing to do a few days ago, so they built another one on the outermost line, so it is quite narrow.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

At a range of seventy meters, two hundred lead bullets passed by like the scythe of the god of death, breaking the cowhide of the shield car.

In the blink of an eye, three or five small holes that let in light appeared on the originally thick, light-blocking shield vehicle.

Unfortunately, most of them were blocked by the straw mats wrapped in soil, and only a few penetrated the weak points and entered the bodies of the soldiers and knights.

One after another, dozens of knights or soldiers howled or fell backwards behind the shield cart.

The shield car's coverage area was too small, and the troops stationed behind it were too densely packed, so anything that could penetrate the cowhide hit at least one person.

As for the soldiers, they immediately took out their bows and arrows and began shooting back.

Waves of arrows rained down on the breastwork, and the sound of arrows continued. In a few minutes, the breastwork was already filled with arrows.

As for the farmers and even the knights themselves, they picked up sandbags and threw them into the trench, covering the spiked wooden stakes at the bottom of the trench.

Long wooden boards stretched out and were placed over the trench.

The heavy shield cart actually drove across the trench on the thin wooden planks. What kind of magic was this? Was it a manifestation of the Holy Father?
Not only the soldiers in front of the battle line, but even the officers on the city walls were stunned.

But when they looked closely, they found that they were the border knights.

They jumped into the trench one after another, using their extraordinary martial arts skills to hold up the wooden boards with their shoulders and bodies, and moved the shield cart across the trench.

Seeing this scene, even Horn was stunned.

This was not what they imagined nobles or knights to look like.

Due to various religious and cultural reasons, although their bodies surpass those of mortals, the Imperial Knights have not fully developed the various applications of their physical strength.

But under the pressure of the battlefield, the border knights have developed their bodies to the extreme.

It doesn’t matter if you are run over by a car, crawl on the ground, or crawl through a dog hole. As long as you can win, all the shame will be washed away.

Because they are the "Shield of the Lord" and they defend the entire "civilized Messianic world".

The sword is always wiped clean, but how can a shield not be dirty?
"Captain, they are coming!"

Brune, the commander of the first line of defense, clenched his spear tightly. "Holy Gunner, fire another round of Holy Wind. Spearmen, get ready."

At this time, the shield vehicles of the second echelon stopped in front of the first trench and began to fill in a passage for the war horses to pass.

The first batch of shield carts stopped in front of the second trench and began to dig and fill it, while nearly a hundred border knights climbed over the trench and rushed towards the breastwork that was right in front of them.

"Praise the Holy Wind!" The commander of the corps gave an order, and lead bullets whizzed out, and a dozen knights fell to the ground.

The rest crossed the third trench and reached the front of the Knight Guards.

"Prepare for close combat! Cover the Holy Gunner!"

(End of this chapter)