When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 887: Battle of Dusk Bell Mountain (Part )
Under the armor, the warhorse's body was hot and hard.

Cosme never looked down on the people of the Thousand River Valley. At the very beginning, he required all the knights to drink the Khan potion and all the war horses to drink the Stag's Blood potion.

The monks who followed the border knights in the charge, started to use their divine magic on the border knights without any regard for cost from the very beginning.

With the support of these forces and the firm morale of the Border Knights, the performance of these Border Knights was unprecedented when facing the attack of the Guards.

They really rushed to the Guards in one breath!
Seven war horses with shoulder heights of more than six feet, covered in scaly armor and breathing out reddish mist, slammed into the spiked wooden stakes in front of them.

The wooden stakes as thick as a bowl exploded backwards, emitting sawdust like rain, but at the same time, they also pierced the warhorse with wooden thorns as long as arms.

Blood and internal organs flowed out, but the border knights showed no sympathy for their horses. Instead, they simply turned over and jumped off, using their horses as shields.

Bullets of lead whizzed overhead and pierced through the body of the once beloved warhorse.

These knights, with bloodshot eyes, swung their hammers or axes like crazy and smashed them on the spiked wooden stakes in front of them.

The spikes exploded instantly, fragments flew everywhere, and even cut the face of the guardsman with spears behind the breastwork.

"Don't even think about it!" A spear monk roared, changed the handle of the spear, stretched out his spear, and hooked the breastplate of a knight.

"Come!"

The knight was dragged down in front of the breastwork by the three men. As soon as he raised his head, he saw three spears stabbing at him.

The spear forged from fine iron pierced through the weak spot on the edge of the armor.

From the broken and twisted armor, blood spurted nearly two meters high under the huge blood pressure.

It's not that the armorers intentionally thinned the edges of the armor, but if they didn't, it would affect the movement of the joints.

Even if one can break through the physical strength limit, the armor still cannot be thickened indefinitely.

Spears, halberds, swords, axes, and wooden poles collided, leaving dents on the ground and the wooden breastwork.

A border knight stepped on the crossbar and raised the long axe in his hand high.

But in the next second, he was shot into a sieve by the holy gun because he was too eye-catching.

The heavy corpse fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, but behind the dust more border knights rushed over.

Surrounding the fence and breastwork, in this narrow space of less than three meters, the dismounted knights fought back and forth.

Regardless of casualties, the knights gritted their teeth and destroyed the half-man-high spiked wooden stakes in front of them, bearing the lances and lead bullets.

At this time, of the five attacking flag teams, except for the wounded soldiers wailing on the ground, there were only less than fifty people still standing.

Realizing that the remaining fifty knights each helped one or two wounded soldiers onto their horses and left, many of the recruits cheered.

But beside the new recruits, the expressions of the old soldiers were even more solemn than before.

The original spiked wooden piles had been removed, and the wooden breast wall had been pushed down and smashed, leaving only half of a square pile of rammed earth.

Although the spiked wooden stakes had knee-high crossbars, for a heavily armored warhorse, this height was just a leap away.

When the next five flag teams came to attack, what they exposed to the knights were the guards' spear monks who had almost no defense measures.

It's not over yet!

"May the Holy Father grant me courage and peace after death!"

Hundreds of war horses crashed into the breastwork, and wooden boards and mud were splashed on the faces of the spearmen.

"Guards, move forward!"

The sound of spears squeezing and colliding mixed with the noise of warhorse armor twisting.

The originally dark and dense formation of spears, which looked like a piece of black straight silk cloth, suddenly had a dent.

In the area where the two sides were fighting, weapons collided with weapons, armor collided with armor, and screams and blood fell to the ground.

Almost at the moment of meeting, the ground was covered with blood, tears and mud.

"Your Majesty." Besser turned his head and looked down the hillside more than ten times in one minute. He finally couldn't help but asked, "Should we go down the mountain to provide support?"

"No need." Horn didn't even look at the battle at the bottom of the stairs, but instead looked at the movements of the border knights in the distance.

"Really don't need it?"

"No need." Horn put down the telescope. "The guards are not that fragile. Besides, we are in trouble too."

Half a step behind Horn, looking towards the north, Besser saw rows of shield carts slowly moving along the hillside.

Behind the breastwork, the holy gunners were firing in an orderly manner.

The lead bullet hit the leather and oak board, making only small holes, and then became lodged between the straw mat and the soil.

Was this a plan to use the shield cart to contain Horn's monks on the hillside? Besser slapped his forehead.

Damn it! There are not many clockwork cannons on this mountain! Especially the heavy cannons, which can't be transported at all. He turned his head suddenly and looked at Horn, but this Saint Sun said trouble, but there was no expression of trouble on his face.

While Besser was confused and frightened, Horn turned his head and said, "Mormont, where's your fucking grenade launcher?"

"I'm coming!"

Mormont's grenadiers hurried over, carrying black iron grenade launchers on their shoulders.

In the small clockwork chamber, the creaking sound of gears turning could be heard.

With a few bangs, more than a dozen clock bullets flew into the air and rolled down to the soldiers.

"Ouch!"

"Quick, hide!"

The soldiers and peasants immediately fled in all directions, and many were even hit.

But only then did they realize to their surprise that this thing was not as scary as a solid shell, and at most it only caused a little pain.

"Well, what do I think? You're trying to scare us with something fake!"

"The Fran dogs have scared the Laiya tigers. They are out of tricks. Let's go."

Even a sergeant who was hit picked up a clock bullet in anger, completely ignoring the horrified screams of the veterans who had seen it.

"Click, click, click..."

After three clicks of countdown, an invisible mental shock swept over.

Clock bullets are basically ineffective against border knights with high levels of breathing techniques and good warhorse bloodlines.

But for these low-ranking soldiers and peasant soldiers, it is of great help, especially when they are pushing shield carts uphill.

Almost in an instant, seven or eight shield vehicles stopped and even rolled backwards.

Curses and howling were immediately heard from behind the vehicle, and there was even a sergeant who fainted and fell to the ground, with his neck crushed by the heavy shield vehicle.

Bethel couldn't help but gasp just by looking at it.

I'm afraid this is a bit painful.

"Vanguard Regiment, charge!" Laurent shouted first.

When the shield cart attack came to a halt, along with the clock shells overhead, they flew over the breastwork, and five hundred guards vanguard monks launched a counterattack towards the soldiers.

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On the other side, at the Border Knights’ position.

It has to be said that the pace of this battle was faster than Cosme and Horn had imagined.

In less than an hour, they had skipped the stages of testing each other, attempting attacks, and looking for weak points, and directly entered into a tense and exciting head-on confrontation.

Cosme waved his whip and drove the flag teams to their designated positions like a sheepdog driving a flock of sheep.

"Quick, quick, quick! Go to your position, don't rest, drink the potion immediately, and then attack to the left (east) side."

"It's just the beginning, is there any need to be so anxious?" A flag captain slowly picked up the kettle, but was whipped in the face.

"you?!"

"Don't stop, get there immediately!" Cosme's hair and beard stood up, looking like a lion.

He raised his head and shouted to the flag captains, "The people of Qianhe Valley are in chaos because of our quick return, which is our advantage.

In this case, we must expand this advantage. There is no time to prepare for battle. We must attack as soon as we are ready!"

If someone could look down from above the battlefield, they could clearly see that the Border Knights' army spontaneously split into four groups.

Behind them were the soldiers who were still changing their battle formations and even marching in a mess.

There are also many who have lost contact with their flag captains and have lost their command, and are standing there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Thousands of soldiers on the left rushed to the stepped position on the hillside, while hundreds of soldiers on the right rode horses and rushed towards the water-powered winding machine on the riverside.

As for the center of the battlefield, in addition to the ten flags in the front that were still fighting with the Guards, there were ten more flags charging.

But they did not rush towards the original gap, but instead rushed towards the No. 7 breastwork on the side.

There were too many cavalrymen on the No. 3 and No. 4 breastworks, and it was too crowded. If they rushed over, they would hinder their comrades, so they had no choice but to attack another weak point.

"Break through the third breastwork (breastwork number six) and attack from both sides!"

(End of this chapter)