When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 886: Battle of Dusk Bell Mountain (Part )
"Prepare!"

Hearing the captain's roar, even though Haval felt his heart was about to jump out of his head, he still subconsciously started the standard operation.

Hafer took the Holy Gun off his shoulder, placed the buttstock on his feet, and pointed the muzzle toward the sky.

He pulled out a small wooden pusher from his waist and pushed the firing rod in the gun barrel back to its original position.

Then he took out a round lead bullet from the lead bullet bag at his waist, stuffed it into the muzzle of the gun, and pressed it down with a small wooden pusher.

He lifted the Holy Rifle by the barrel and placed the improved version of the rifle on his shoulder.

Insert the Z-shaped key into the barrel. You don't need to twist it as before, you only need to shake it to wind it.

After winding, press the buckle and release the winding key.

Haval felt his vision blur for half a second, which was the inevitable reaction when using a clockwork gun.

Fortunately, he did not fall down on the spot like he did in the recruit camp, and he was still standing firmly on the ground.

He placed the clockwork rifle back on his shoulder with awe, indicating that he was ready.

The clockwork rifle resting on my shoulder was giving off a faint feeling of warmth, especially the barrel.

I heard from the veterans that in the past, when it came to the Cannedy Type 1, one shot could make a person faint, and the buttstock could be extended to the back of the shoulder because it was needed to accommodate the firing rod.

But now most of the regiments have switched to the Cannedy III, which uses a firing rod made of a "special alloy" (mithril).

This alloy greatly reduced the length and weight of the firing rod, and the over-the-shoulder stock naturally disappeared in the long river of history.

As for what Haval is using now, it is the most advanced Cannedy 1449.

This is a new design by the famous gun designer Hai Moting since 1449, but it is not complicated.

Originally, the soldiers used electric gold pendants, but the mana dissipation was still too high.

So Heimoldin simply inlaid electric gold on the barrel and used a terracotta barrel.

It is equivalent to turning the entire clockwork box into an alchemical reactor, which greatly reduces the mana leakage and increases the ammunition capacity of the clockwork gun by about 30%.

The Haval could only fire five rounds originally, but with the Canedi 1449 it could fire six or even seven rounds.

This is just the Type 1449 Cannedy . The Vanguard also has a special Type , which is said to be able to mount a dagger at the muzzle.

"How can you be so careless?" The boat-shaped helmet on the top of his head was hit hard by a foreskin stick. "Aim, didn't you hear me?"

Harver's face turned red, and he and his comrades quickly raised their clockwork guns and aimed at the attacking knights.

The dust raised by the horses' hooves, the black smoke raised by the Knights' burning of straw, and the distorted hot air mixed together, blocking the view.

It was as if suddenly, hundreds of knights appeared in everyone's sight.

Four hundred border knights formed a diamond formation with each hundred men forming a diamond formation, and the four hundred-man teams formed a large diamond in the front, back, left and right.

Unlike the Imperial Knights who roared from the beginning to the end of the battle during the attack, these border knights were unusually silent.

Even more silent than the guards behind the breastwork, until they could see

The war cries and shouts swept across the soldiers' faces along with the rolling heat waves.

“May the Holy Father give me courage!”

"glory!"

In front of him was only a loose wooden breastwork and thin and fragile pine barricades.

But these guards were not afraid either, because when they were stationed there, their daily training included preparing for the charge of the Holy Grail Knights.

So they weren't panicked, just nervous.

Training does not make soldiers fearless and not nervous, it just makes them stand still when they are afraid and nervous.

"Three-column shooting!"

The officer next to him drew his saber and held it high.

The mirror-like blade reflected the scorching midday sun, causing pain in the corner of Haval's left eye.

Behind him, gun barrels extended from shoulders, aiming at the border knights ahead.

Since the clockwork guns would not get tangled and ignited due to the close proximity of the fuse, they could stand in extremely dense formations and fire in a staggered manner.

The ground was shaking and the grass was trembling.

The dog riders were getting closer, and Harver could already see the color of their feathers.

"Praise the Holy Wind." The reflected sunlight fell at the same time as the saber.

Harver pulled the trigger, the holy wind blowing over his shoulders lifting his hair.

Almost instantly, the original sound of horse hooves and war cries was replaced by an overwhelming sharp "whoosh" sound. Countless lead bullets shot holes in the suspended smoke, and the trajectory of the lead bullets could even be seen with the naked eye.

Amid the crackling sounds and metal twisting sounds, dozens of knights in the front row raised their heads in unison.

The friction between the lead and the armor produced flying dark red sparks, but they were extinguished by the bright red blood.

The huge diamond-shaped square paused for a moment, as if it were thinking with self-awareness.

Afterwards, this huge diamond-shaped formation began to split into four pieces and spread out in all directions.

But to Mengsai's surprise, they didn't slow down at all and continued to charge forward.

Their target was still the unfinished breastwork No. 4.

This section of breastwork is right in the center of the entire defense line. If we can break through it, we can cut off the guards on both sides.

Monsey saw through their purpose at a glance.

"Are you trying to kill yourself? This group of knights, this group of knights..." The veins on Monse's hand as he gripped the telescope were bulging.

He indeed did not expect that this group of border knights would launch an attack so early.

"Mr. Monsey, what should we do?"

Meng Sai's eyes changed several times in one second. He glanced at the staff monk next to him and said, "Wind up the cannon and use shotgun shells! Get ready for close combat."

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Haval did not wait for the second chance to reload. After the six rows of Holy Gunners finished firing, they walked straight back.

The spear monks on both sides quickly filled their gaps.

The moment he turned his head, Haval saw a group of ferocious beasts advancing under the push of orderlies and artillerymen.

The barrel was as big as a bowl, and the mainspring chamber was several times larger than the mainspring box. Haval glanced sideways while moving forward.

That's a six-pound sand cannon.

Behind the breastwork, there were dozens of pre-piled earth slopes, only knee-high, but enough to accommodate a six-pound clockwork cannon.

"Stand still! Turn back!"

Like a puppet, Haval turned around with the rest of the group.

They stood among the mounds of earth like the guards of a clockwork cannon.

Glancing sideways, I saw the orderly stuffing a bag of iron sand and lead wrapped in paper into the barrel of the gun.

The orderly at the rear carefully inserted the mainspring chamber behind the barrel and installed the firing rod.

The firing rod of a clockwork cannon extends from the arc-shaped breech block. Once the clockwork chamber is opened to drive the firing rod, the cannon will be injured or killed by any collision.

Harvard witnessed with his own eyes that a serviceman was not paying attention and had a large piece of flesh on his forearm rolled away by the firing rod.

Looking straight ahead, in front of the wooden breastwork, countless spears were closely arranged, shoulder to shoulder.

Three rows of spears raised their spines like angry porcupines, staring fiercely at the charging border knights.

"Watch out for the shotgun!"

"Praise Holy Thunder!"

The roar of the firing rod hitting the breech block was louder than the muzzle firing next to my ear, but the shotgun shells fired from the muzzle were denser than bullets breaking through the air.

At the moment of the bombardment, time seemed to freeze for a second, and then began to flow.

The lead bullet hit the ground, stirring up countless smoke and dust, which mixed with the dust stirred up by the horse's hooves, just like a smoke bomb.

It was as if gray clouds had descended from the sky, but the blood and the neighing of horses overwhelmed the gray-yellow color.

Chaotic shouts and the wailing of war horses.

The noise filled my ears and almost caused tinnitus.

In the holes made by lead bullets penetrating flesh and smoke and dust, Harver could see the knights falling down wailing, the knights tilting their heads back to drink potions, and the dazzling light of divine magic rising in the knights' hands.

Those extraordinary monks actually charged on horseback with the knights?

"Oh no! They are coming!" The sharp-eyed soldier pointed at the smoke and shouted.

"Falcon Cannon!" Monse shouted, but the artillery team was caught off guard.

Who would have thought that after experiencing a round of shotgun attacks, this group of border knights could still maintain their morale and continue to charge!
You know, if you count them carefully, they have lost a quarter of their men, and there are less than three hundred knights left.

But they are still charging?

(End of this chapter)