When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 889: Battle of Dusk Bell Mountain (End)
"Raise your guns! Raise your guns!" The corps commander's roar was drowned out by the sound of iron scraping.

At this time, breastworks No. 3 and No. 4 were almost completely breached, and large groups of knights crossed the breastworks and entered the position of the Guards.

Along the defense line, the knights kept pressing towards the guards, but they did not dare to get too close.

The whizzing lead bullets and the roaring holy thunder left a deep impression on them.

The Centaur warriors were not afraid.

Batu means the warrior chosen by the wolf god.

If you are afraid, you don't deserve the name Batu!

Dozens of Centaurs Batu appeared before the guards.

The shoulder height is eight feet, with a double-layer cold-forged breastplate on the person and fish-scale armor on the horse.

For such a terrifying Centaur Batu, a smaller Centaur Dun (Centaur tribal organization) can only support dozens of Huolichi at most.

A force like Muradala, who was able to gather nearly a hundred Batu, was already one of the most powerful prince-level forces in the Feitian Grassland.

Dara means prince.

Otherwise, there would be no need for the Grand Commander to hire these hundreds of people to help him.

"You evil mortal! You will suffer the wrath of the Wolf God!"

The first Centaur Batu crashed into the spear array, and the spear shafts actually exploded in the middle, and the flying wooden spikes pierced straight into the leather leggings of the halberd bearers in the back row.

The second Batu took advantage of the momentum to stand up and stepped heavily on the chests of the spear monks with his front hooves.

The spear monks heard the crisp sound of their ribs breaking, cried out in pain, and fell down uncontrollably.

But before he fell to the ground, he was picked up by the bone spear of the third Batu and thrown three meters away.

After the three Batu opened the situation, Muradara rushed in wielding a double-edged axe.

Haval even watched his comrade in front of him suddenly become half a head shorter.

The terrible albino centaur swept the double-bladed axe, breaking the four soldiers' bodies in half like straw cut by a sickle.

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"Your Majesty, are you still not moving?"

Horn didn't say anything, but just kept stroking the hilt of Xue Zhayun's sword.

"Your Majesty?"

As if he couldn't hear it, Horn's eyes followed the Border Knights' flag held by Cosme.

The battle flag fluttered, approaching the defense line little by little, and then suddenly moved away.

Eighty meters, ninety meters, fifty meters, seventy meters, thirty meters...

Although it was moving back and forth, it was still approaching the position.

When it completely passed the breast wall with only the base left, Horn smiled, showing his big white teeth: "Finally I got fooled."

"Woo woo woo--" the loud trumpet sound dissipated into the distant sky.

Offensive? Why so far away?

Cosme turned his head and looked at it intently. What was that attack signal? The guards on the mountain hadn't come down.

Although he could not detect any abnormality in the distant attack ship, he could detect what was in front of him.

There were waves of footsteps and stamped feet as all the guards turned to retreat towards the river.

But they were clearly retreating, so why did it seem so... orderly? As if there was some kind of pattern.

The 5X6 small square of the Holy Gunners slowly retreated, then reloaded and fired, interrupting the knights' attack.

Afterwards, the 1st, 3rd, 5th, 7th and 9th centuries of the spearmen stayed behind to fight, while the 2nd, 4th, 6th and 8th centuries slowly retreated to a position level with the Holy Sharpshooters.

The Holy Gunners then fired backwards again, interrupting the knights' attack and forcing 1,357,950 Centuriae to retreat.

If the knights pursued at this time, they would definitely be intercepted by the 24684 centuries stationed there.

This is the alternating retreat method of the Guel Legion!
It wasn’t just the high-ranking nobles of Leia who had received a classical military education.

Cosme had also received a classical military education, but he had not expected to see its revival in his enemy.

One, three, five, seven, nine, two, four, six, eight...

They retreated in alternating steps, repeatedly, and although it was clearly a retreat, the formation was not at all chaotic.

On the contrary, our team's formation was in disarray because we were attacking from the very beginning.

What’s even more terrifying is that since the follow-up tasks were not assigned properly, all the flag teams were struggling to move forward.

Before they knew it, they had been pulled into a long and dense queue.

Before Cosme had time to think, Tadrash began to sweat profusely.

Pushing aside the crowded knights, Tadrash rode his black horse upstream and came to Cosme. The two looked at each other and said at the same time: "Tadrash/Cosme, no more attacking."

After saying this, both of them were stunned.

Tadlash was about to speak again and ask how to stop, but he saw a flash of cold light behind Cosme.

"Be careful!" Grabbing the corner of Cosme's clothes, Tadrash pressed him down on the horse's back.

Almost at the same time, a flag captain who was guarding beside Tadrash spurted blood from his throat, screamed and fell to the ground.

"It's those guerrilla hunters again. How dare they come over here?!" Tadlash raised his head, his voice hoarse with anger.

Cosme did not respond.

His sight was completely absorbed by the river, the passing horse legs, the dense shoulders, and the crisscrossed armpits.

In the tiny gap, he saw a huge monster.

"Boat?"

"Boom--" A twelve-pound cannonball fell from the sky and cut off a Centaur Batu.

The Shengsun ship on the river was shaking violently, and several unlucky crew members were thrown off the ship.

"Twelve-pounder." Cosme's voice was more bitter than unsweetened coffee.

Another six solid iron balls fell, plowing a bloody furrow in the crowd.

Two, four, six, and eight stopped, but one, three, five, seven, and nine did not retreat any more. The holy musketeers' retreating shooting smoothly turned into forward shooting.

For the first time, Cosme felt despair.

If the Guards really retreated at this moment, they could still achieve a tragic victory or a small defeat by relying on their mobility and unrestrained actions.

He never thought that the people of Qianhe Valley could actually use alternating tactics to cancel their retreat.

It’s ridiculous that when I was reading Al’s military book, I was still wondering, how could anyone fall for such a simple strategy as feigning defeat?

The laughter of his youth hit Cosme's face hard now.

The simpler the scheme, the more operations it requires. It turns out to be true.

A ball of white light illuminated his face, and overflowing lightning crawled along the air and the ground like small snakes.

The stomachs of several Centaurs Batu were instantly burned through, and even their beating hearts were exposed in the air.

Mula Dala jumped up with all four hooves off the ground in fear, fearing that the afterglow of the lightning would hit him.

"Thor has it! Thor's lightning has descended!"

"Don't be angry, Thunder God, I will be angry!"

While kicking and kicking, Mula Dala and other centaurs had never seen such a scene before. They really thought it was the arrival of the god of thunder, and fled like leaping deer.

Seeing that their strongest reinforcements had run away, the remaining knights were still resisting the pressure, but the tension in their hearts was almost breaking.

They really couldn't hold it anymore.

Since May, the bear has been trying to eat the burger without success.

In June, the bridge was cut off by the Guards who arrived earlier, and after half a month of fierce attack on Fort Laden, nothing was achieved.

It was the last chance, and nearly half of the border knights who took part in the battle were killed or injured, but the situation was still lost.

Is this a punishment from the Holy Father?

Volleys of fire fired into the crowd, including knights, sergeants, war horses, and centaurs. People were crowded with people, and animals were crowded with animals.

The muscles were cut by the edge of the armor, but in the ears were the roar of the clockwork cannon, the crackling of the plasma bullet, and the clicking of the clock bullet.

The most terrifying thing is the creaking sound of gears when the spring is tightened.

In this chaotic war, the casualty rate among flag captains and knight commanders was abnormally high.

Anyone who tried to reorganize the team would be instantly fired upon by five or six spiral guns.

Cosme closed his eyes in pain. The Grand Commander was right. He was the fool.

But at least, at least we must retain enough strength and not let more knights die here.

"Retreat, retreat, the knights on the periphery retreat first!"

"If there is an obstacle, dismount and clear it first. Knight brothers can help the knight brothers who have fallen off their horses!"

"Turn right, turn right, right..."

Cosme's words got stuck in his mouth as he saw the people next to him yelling at him.

But before he could react, he heard the buzzing of his helmet, warm liquid flowed out of his chest, and then he lost all consciousness.

(End of this chapter)