When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 888: Battle of Dusk Bell Mountain (Part 345) (-in- chapter, PS, there is no , I didn’t expect it)

The battle on breastworks No. 3 and No. 4 was in full swing, but on breastwork No. 6, the digging was still in full swing.

The soldiers wielded shovels and pickaxes and dug circular pits more than one meter deep in the ground.

If this pit is placed outside, it can also block the infantry attack, but what does it mean to place it inside?
Although they didn't understand, the soldiers still did their work honestly.

"Will that place be undefendable?" A dusty-faced centurion came running over and asked the regiment commander, Jubert, anxiously in a low voice.

Joubert glared at him and said, "You stepped out without permission. I shall give you two lashes."

"Brother Jubel, don't we really need to send some people to rescue them?"

Seeing that he was still nagging, Joubert raised his eyebrows and said, "Is the instruction class in vain? Did Monseigneur Moncet give any order?"

"……No."

"What is the duty of a war monk?"

Captain Bai opened his mouth and stammered: "... obey orders."

"What are our orders?"

"hold fast."

Jubel's gaze involuntarily turned towards the middle breastwork, and he quietly pinched the corner of his clothes.

"Then are we just going to stand there?" As soon as the captain finished speaking, Jubel hit his helmet hard with his knuckles.

"when--"

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Joubert did not look at him, but tightened the rope of his helmet around his chin: "Crow's mouth!"

Captain Bai was stunned for a moment, looked towards the battlefield, and shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.

Amid the billowing smoke and dust, another ten flag teams with nearly four hundred knights swept in.

"What are you standing there for?" Jubel kicked him on the butt. "Get back to the line, Holy Gunner, get ready!"

Under the scorching sun, the whistle-thrush made a weak but still sharp call.

This cry did not attract enough attention as usual. Instead, an equally sharp whistling sound was heard from the yellow and green ground.

Feeling its dignity challenged, the whistle thrush ruffled its feathers, chirped sharply, and swooped down.

“Whoosh—Puff!”

Flesh, blood and feathers exploded in the air, floating and swaying, until they were swept up by the whirlwind created by the knights and flew high into the sky again.

"The knights, our comrades, have already shed their blood to prove their glory!"

Tadrash drew out the cross sword inlaid with amber, and the golden hilt sparkled in the sun.

"Now, it's our turn!"

The sounds of trumpets and drums resounded in this small space, and five diamond-shaped cavalry phalanxes were galloping on the grassland again.

The three of them kept patrolling the periphery, trying to attack and intimidate the guards behind the breastwork.

The holy musketeers behind the breastwork fired volleys of fire, reaping the knights' heads with lead bullets like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

Two diamond-shaped phalanxes, a total of four flag teams and more than 150 knights crashed into the gap in the infantry passage.

It was as if the scene at breastwork number three was being replayed, but Joubert did not have the clockwork cannons on the middle breastwork.

A sufficient number of elite border knights jumped off their horses, holding lances and holy guns, hacking and moving the spiked wooden stakes and destroying the breastwork.

It has to be said that in front of these extraordinary knights, perhaps only the mortar breastwork can withstand their brute force.

This kind of breast wall with rammed earth between two plywood boards can be broken into with almost no effort.

"Hahweh Minex! Damn it, I told you to go left, left!"

"Fifth and Sixth Lances, step forward, go, go, go!"

"The Holy Gunners take turns to retreat, and the Spearmen provide cover!"

"Captain, be careful!"

Rolling on the ground in a panic, Jubel half-knelt on the ground, raised his lance, and narrowly caught the long sword of the elite knight.

The two spearmen nearby took another step and thrust, piercing the knight's body from both sides in an instant.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, the sword in his hand lost its power, and a corpse fell to the ground twitching.

"Captain, are you okay?"

Helped up by the soldiers, Jubert's attention remained focused on the battlefield.

They only had four falcon guns on their side, and without the support of the clockwork cannons, the Fifth Guards Corps suffered heavy losses.

The casualties were not great, but the defense line was dismantled much faster than the No. 3 and No. 4 breastworks.

If this trend continues, I won’t be able to hold on for long!

With a swish, Jubel felt a warm sensation in his ears.

He reached out his hand to touch it, but found that half of his earlobe had been cut off by the flying armor, leaving only a layer of skin connected to it.

"Damn it." He pinched his ear, ripped off his earlobe with a sizzling sound, and threw it aside. Jubel picked up the lance, his eyes red, "We have to defend it even if we can't. The Guards have never retreated without orders. I don't want to be the first one!"

Just as Joubert was about to lead the charge and fight the knight, he heard a messenger shout, "Is Captain Joubert here?"

"I'm here!"

"I'm Hillaire from the Seventh Corps. The orderly was shot dead by a stray arrow... I'll take over..." The blond young man gasped, "Hide in the soldier's cave... Retreat in turns."

"Agency for what? Retreat for what?" Listening to the breathless words of the blond young man, Jubel's face did not look good.

"Please retreat alternately to the sides and rear to create enough space."

"The battle ahead is fierce, you take over." Jubel pushed out the chaplain, "I will lead the rear guard, and the rest of you will evacuate in an orderly manner."

"You don't have to stay behind. Please follow us to the back..."

At this moment, Jubert was so excited that he cursed: "Are you asking me to abandon those soldiers who are fighting? If I run away, they will be left behind to die?"

If the commander does not guard the rear, the people guarding the rear will most likely follow the retreating army.

Jubert had already prepared a team of twenty halberd soldiers to guard the rear.

Your Majesty has written in the "Soldiers' Drill Manual" that there should always be a reserve force!

"Who said that? I didn't ask you to stop them." Hillaire, who had been running all the way, finally caught his breath. "Aren't there bulletproof holes on the ground?"

…………

When breaking into the defense line, Tadlash himself didn't expect it to be so easy.

With neat steps, the holy musketeers and spearmen in the rear army retreated steadily, and only a small number of spearmen were still entangled in the front line.

Only when a gap was breached and there was no subsequent filling, these spearmen would fight and retreat.

"Did you choose to shrink your defense? That's a stupid choice."

Looking at the guards monks who were still fighting with their own side, Tadrash sat on a crossbar.

Shrinking the defense line means giving up positions and advantageous terrain.

Originally, the knights were attacked in an L-shape on the plains and hillsides, but now the knights are attacking the guards in an L-shape on the plains.

The rear of the Ichima Plain has been exposed. Do you still want to fight head-on?

and many more……

While the other knights were cheering wildly, Tadrash suddenly felt something was wrong.

What he can think of, can the enemy commander not think of it?

These guards clearly still have some strength left.

Looking at the knights and Thousand Valley soldiers who were still fighting, one of them suddenly stumbled and fell into the deep pit behind him.

Then, these soldiers jumped into the deep pit one after another, as if they had made an appointment.

Deep pit?

Tadrash's body reacted before his mind did, and he threw himself behind the corpse of a warhorse. "Get down quickly! Find something to block it!"

But it was too late.

At this moment, piles of knights were crowded in a ten-meter-wide passage, even standing shoulder to shoulder.

The knights at the back were still complaining and crowding forward just to get the credit for taking the position.

Hearing Tadrash's words, the knights were puzzled at first, then raised their heads.

In the sunlight, ten clockwork cannons swinging left and right are emitting the metallic luster of iron and copper.

"Praise Holy Thunder!"

The moment they heard the command, the soldiers in the deep pit shrank their necks and raised their heads.

Piles of iron sand and lead were whizzing by like a swarm of bees under the blue sky.

First, the three clockwork cannons on the left rang out, and blood flowers bloomed in the early summer with the chirping of cicadas.

Then the four clockwork cannons in the middle started firing, and the huge iron balls rolled out four bloody alleys in the crowd.

Finally, the three clockwork cannons on the right went off, removing all the illegal creatures on both sides of the Flesh and Blood Alley.

At this time, the Holy Gunners were like relaying, and the three-row shooting perfectly followed the rhythm of the clockwork cannon, painting the last bit of green on the ground into red.

After three rounds of artillery fire and two rounds of volleys, there were almost no people standing in the infantry passage.

Even if there was, it was trembling, its legs were shaking, and half of its body was stained red with blood.

After three rounds of bombardment, all Jubel could see, apart from corpses all over the ground and knights raising their hands in surrender, was the fleeing figures of Tadrash and the surviving knights.

If it were ordinary people or even ordinary imperial knights, they would have been wiped out long ago. This group of knights, wow.

Although they were enemies, the willpower and fighting power of these border knights were admired by Jubel and others.

Compared to the "actors" in the imperial arena, these border knights have more military demeanor.

Turning my gaze back to the infantry passage, a strong smell of blood hit me in the face.

These border knights took drugs when they charged, and their breathing techniques made their hearts strong and their blood pressure high.

Every time the iron ball and lead bullet rolled past, blood plasma spurted out two or three meters high like a fountain of blood.

For some reason, when faced with this scene, Jubel actually felt an indescribable sense of art.

But he soon came to his senses: "The spearmen go forward, and kill all the wounded behind the breastwork, no matter how serious they are."

…………

"11."

"8."

"15."

"..."

On the mound, out of the range of the clockwork muskets and cannons, the knights gathered under the shade of the trees and began to count the remaining troops.

“Is this right?”

"Would you like to order it again?"

"How is it possible... How is it possible that there are only 102 people left?"

And where are the two hundred and fifty brave knights? Where are they?

Not daring to turn their heads to look, confusion and fear finally spread across the faces of these border knights.

Could it be that this wall is made of iron? Could it be that the guards are made of iron?

If it were an ordinary army, it would have collapsed the moment the knights charged.

They had only seen this kind of morale and resilience in the skeleton army of the Flesh and Blood Court.

They had only experienced this kind of bravery and destructive power through the magic of the Vampire Duke.

Even in the battle with the Flesh and Blood Court, unless we encounter the ogre warlord's personal army, there will not be such a difficult opponent!

The ogre's own army consists of only seven or eight hundred people, but there are four or five thousand people here.

Looking at the defense line that seemed soft but had held on until now, many border knights felt an absurd despair in their hearts.

Could it be that these people from the Thousand River Valley were sent by the Holy Father to punish them?
"Holy Father, what have we done wrong?"

While the border knights were in despair, Tadrash was in ecstasy.

Yes, he was in ecstasy.

His heart was pounding, and the excitement brought by the potion made his vision blurry.

But this did not prevent him from regaining consciousness.

There is an upper limit to the number of clockwork cannons. If a hundred or so clockwork cannons appear out of thin air, then they don't have to fight and can just run away.

If the clockwork cannons on the riverbank were firing more intensive bombardments than before, it must be because there were more clockwork cannons, and they must have been transferred from somewhere else.

Tadrash looked towards the center, in the direction of breastworks number three and four.

The whizzing sound of lead bullets breaking through the air was still there, but the sound of artillery fire was not as frequent as before.

"Everyone, follow me to the middle breastwork!"

"But……"

"No time to explain, get on the horse!"

Among the confused border knights, only fifty or sixty followed Tadrash and ran towards the central breastwork.

The rest, however, were disheartened and didn't know whether to go back directly or return to their original positions.

Tadlash had no time to pay attention to their moods, his attention was all drawn to the defense line of the middle breastwork.

A distance of about a hundred meters takes only ten seconds for a warhorse.

The guards, who were originally in a stalemate, seemed to slow down their smooth movements when they noticed their arrival.

Then there was the sound of a rapid trumpet.

Sure enough, as expected, the opposing commander made a mistake!
Under the helmet, Tadrash's face blossomed into a chrysanthemum-like smile.

The commander of the Thousand River Valley people mobilized more than the required number of Falcon Cannons to support the river side.

He guessed that it was because the critical hydraulic winding mechanism was located there and needed extra protection.

But he forgot that clockwork cannons move slowly, and their speed is at most the same as a soldier's normal walking pace. How could they possibly outrun a warhorse?
Tadrash was so happy that he almost howled. His judgment was correct. The knights’ deaths were not in vain!
…………

"The people of Qianhe Valley made mistakes in their haste."

Cosme, leaning over his horse, made the same judgment as Tadrash.

His tone was steady, but his fingers were shaking slightly uncontrollably.

He had experienced more than fifty battles of varying sizes, but apart from his first time on the battlefield, this was the only time that made him so nervous and excited.

Putting on the bird-beak helmet, Cosme lifted the visor and glanced at the hillside at the entrance of the stairs where the fierce battle was still going on.

It's almost time.

"The last ten flag teams, get ready and follow me."

Turning his horse around, Cosme ran about fifty meters and faced the centaurs kneeling and resting in the flowers and plants.

"Brother Muradara!" Cosme stood solemnly in front of a Centaur Batu, "Now it's your turn to help."

The centaur stretched out his hooves and stood up.

Although he was riding a horse, Cosme actually had to look up at Muradala.

"I've taken away all the slaves and treasures you've brought with you, and I'll kill all of you!"

The albino centaur kicked up his feet, shook off the dirt, and put the helmet on his head.

"Don't worry! Bring General Qianhegu's head up, and I'll have enough wine for you!"

(End of this chapter)