When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 913: Forward, Forward! Raise our flag! (I)

That night, the moonlight was quiet.

The sticky black clouds sometimes blocked the moonlight and sometimes revealed it, brushing the brush-like light curtain over the knights traveling at night again and again.

Summer nights are shorter than expected.

There was a bit in the horse's mouth and a dim lantern was swaying beside the saddle. The only sounds in the night were the whistling wind and the faint clatter of horse hooves.

Standing upright on horseback, with the bird-beak visor of his bird-beak helmet lifted, Alaric opened his eyes wide and looked into the distance.

The bean-sized torches and bonfires were extremely obvious in the dark night, illuminating the continuous breastworks and cylindrical shelters under the torches.

On the bunker, a red and black flag representing the Holy League was fluttering.

"Stop!"

Alaric whispered.

Like the sound of a wailing horn blown away by the wind, the Blood Knights who had been advancing in unison finally stopped.

Alaric looked ahead intently, and only felt relieved when he saw that there was no movement.

Looking at those dull blood knights, he shook his head and turned away.

The most annoying thing about these Blood Knights is that they can’t understand the flags and can only be commanded using horns and red steel arrows.

The Blood Knight in front stopped, and the Imperial Order Knight behind naturally followed suit.

The Duke of Barry, who led the Knights of the Imperial Order, rode in from the darkness with a stern look on his face: "We haven't reached the destination yet? Why stop? Don't you know that time is running out?"

Alaric sternly said, "The people of the Thousand Valley built a breastwork for the bunker nearby in advance. Judging from the number of torches, there should be about five to eight?"

"Rammed earth fort?"

“It looks like there’s rammed earth in front of the gun position, and parts of the wall are made of mortar.”

Duke Barry frowned, but he walked around the front and took a look himself before returning: "Indeed, the gun positions and the gaps are blocked by rattan baskets filled with soil."

Alaric wanted to say something, but held back.

It is normal for an old duke like Duke of Barry to be dissatisfied with him, a new duke who has no one and no territory.

Some powerful earls were not very convinced of him as the Duke, and Alaric himself could do nothing about it. Having the title of Duke was better than having no title at all.

It's such a crucial battle, just be patient.

"With these bunkers blocking the road, I'm afraid the mission of attacking the Holy Alliance camp at night cannot be completed." Alaric whispered.

"Can you go around it?"

"By the time we get around it, it will probably be daybreak, so I would like to make some changes to His Majesty the King's plan..."

"You, want to change His Highness Jinigis' plan?" Duke Barry interrupted directly.

"Yes, since the original plan cannot be implemented, these bunkers will have to be removed sooner or later. We might as well remove them now, at least to save His Highness time and bloodshed."

"Why are you the one who changes the strategy?"

"Your Highness gave me the power to act according to circumstances before I set out."

"Do you dare to take this responsibility?"

"Your Highness only gave me this power, which shows that Your Highness trusts my ability."

Duke Barry's expression remained unchanged, as if he was thinking. After a moment, he spoke: "I will follow your command."

"These bunkers seem to be arranged in a triangle. I will lead the Blood Knights to attack the center, and you will go to the two wings to contain them."

After all, the Imperial Order Company is the essence of the Kingdom of Leia. Although the Blood Knights are strong, they are consumables, and Alaric does not want to lose too many.

"Yes." Duke Barry pulled down his armor, turned his horse's head, and took two steps before he seemed to remember something and turned back to say, "Good luck, lucky guy."

Seeing that Duke Barry was still cooperating, Alaric breathed a sigh of relief: "Tell the Shadowless and Demon Hunters to go out and eliminate the secret sentries around."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke."

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After a while, an old sentry who was on night watch put his ear to the wall and raised his head in confusion: "I think I heard someone crying?"

"Are you crying because you miss home?" The bald sentry on the other side laughed, "We have only been away from Black Snake Bay for a few days."

"Bullshit!" The old sentry took a sip of the scalding coffee from the campfire and asked with his tongue burning red, "What time is it? When is the shift change?"

"It's only 2:30." The bald sentry pointed at the chaplain in the distance. "He's still awake. If it was time for a shift change, he would have already..."

"Shh-"

The old sentry, who had been sipping his coffee, suddenly lay on the ground, listening attentively to something.

"What are you doing?" The bald sentry bent down and picked up the tin coffee cup from the ground with a distressed look, then straightened up. "Only one pot a night, you..."

“Bang—poof!”

A long hollow arrow streaked through the night sky, leaving a trail of red light and directly hitting the shining bald head under the torch in the night sky.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" Picking up the horn on the ground, the old sentry's cheeks puffed up, and the dull bugle call climbed up into the moonlight.

Like lighting a beacon, horns sounded one after another from other bunkers, both visible and secret.

“Swoosh—swoosh—”

A continuous rain of arrows fell on the soldiers' heads, causing one soldier to fall down with a cry of pain.

The torch tilted and ignited the wooden box containing bread, but no one cared.

There were footsteps and the soldiers in the bunker were running, without even wiping the boogers from their eyes, as they rushed to the gun and artillery positions.

The dark clouds covered the moon, providing cover for the Blood Knights and making it impossible for the Shadow Raven Army's soldiers to see anything.

But the sound of horse hooves in the night has become brighter and brighter.

Although it is called a bunker, the bunker is not underground. Instead, it is a simple circular bastion on the top of a slope, surrounded by a breast wall and rammed earth shelter.

After all, the battlefield is too wide, the terrain is undulating, and the range to be controlled is too wide, so it is not possible to build a straight breast wall like before.

Although the Blood Knight has reached the bottom of the slope, it will still take some time to climb up.

This gave the Shadow Crow Army enough time to react.

"Praise the Holy Wind!" shouted the young legionnaire Danio. The lead bullets slammed into the sea, and disappeared in an instant. Only when a spark burst out in the darkness occasionally did they know they had hit the target.

After the first round of reflection, the second and third rounds came, and the holy musketeers took turns to move forward.

"Cannon, where's the cannon? Captain, where's my falcon cannon?"

"I'm hurrying, I'm preparing!" the gunner replied without even raising his head.

He skillfully stuffed the shotgun bag into the barrel, installed the mainspring, pressed the latch, and held the firing rope in his hand. The gunner shouted, "Ready."

"Fire! Shoot at those shadows!"

In the darkness, dark shadows are surging.

With a hard pull on the firing line, the pin came free, and the spring and the gears began to spin wildly.

Lead and iron sand drew white marks inside the barrel of the gun and splashed on the face of the rushing black shadow like rain.

The war horses neighed and howled, but the sound of horse hooves did not stop.

"Keep loading!"

"Om-"

The sound of the horn is close at hand.

The warhorse leaped up in the darkness, first the horse's hooves were dyed silver by the moonlight, and then the blood knight was dyed pink.

The tall, hairless devil horse, with bloodshot eyes, looked down at the panicked soldiers below.

"Roar--"

Hundreds of Blood Knights roared in battle, knocking the Shadow Raven monks behind the breastwork flying like rag dolls.

Bodies fell to the ground and walls, leaving long trails of blood.

But the Shadow Crow Army was no pushover and immediately organized their clockwork guns to fight back.

What followed was the sound of lead bullets penetrating armor and human bodies.

The narrow bunker was not suitable for cavalry to perform, so the blood knights dismounted at the sound of the command horn.

The greatsword was swung almost non-stop, and water could not get in. Several heads flew up in a split second.

There are both our own people and our enemies.

Swinging his axe, Danio chopped off the head of a fallen Blood Knight. Looking at the messy bunker, Danio gritted his teeth and said, "Damn devil! He was hit by a cannon and still managed to break through the barricades at full speed!"

The chief priest next to him came forward with a shield in one hand and a meteor hammer in the other.

He had just stabbed the infantryman who had approached him, and there was still brain matter stuck on the meteor hammer: "What should I do?"

"Is there any news from the rear? If not, just fight!"

Less than half a minute later, a horn signaling a shift came from the bunker in the rear. Danio immediately gave the order: "Holy Gunners, guard the rear, from the trench to the bunker in the rear."

The clockwork guns made muffled banging sounds, shooting holes in the bodies of the Blood Knights through which light leaked, but it could not stop their killing at all.

The bunker where Danio is located is the outpost bunker, and there are six bunkers arranged in a triangular shape behind it.

This way there will be no blind spots in the cross-fire range.

The bunkers were connected by several real and fake trenches, and hundreds of soldiers moved forward quickly in the trenches with their backs bent.

But when Danio arrived at the second bunker, the first scene he saw was exactly the same as his own bunker.

The wooden boxes burned, the Blood Knights swung their greatswords, the mounted crossbowmen fired arrows, and the Shadow Crow soldiers continued to resist.

If the people he saw weren't strangers, he would have thought he had walked back accidentally!

However, unlike before, the clockwork cannon at the rear finally started to work.

The night was broken by thunder, lead and iron sand flew everywhere, and an iron ball as big as a fist hit a person and sent him flying backwards and rolling.

As for the reinforcements in the rear, they also arrived along with the artillery fire.

The leader was actually Seromis herself, but at night she was actually just a weakened version of an ordinary flesh witch.

But for ordinary people, this weakened version is quite outrageous.

The two-handed sword with a handle of nearly one meter long seemed slow but was actually fast. Seromis' eyes were as sharp as knives. He slashed the two blood knights vertically and horizontally with three sword strikes.

As the foul smell of blood and internal organs flowed out, Seromis held on to his sword and said, "Go to the bunker at the back. I'll cover you!"

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In the dark night, flames shot up from many bunkers and shouts of killing continued.

Amid the surging tide of attack, Alaric went against the flow.

A streak of blood flowed down Alaric's forehead. The servant tried to wipe it but was pushed away roughly by him: "Barry!"

Duke Barry, who was sitting and polishing his sword, was stunned at first, and then his face turned ugly: "Sir Alaric has really learned the etiquette lesson well."

"You're slow!" Alaric didn't care.

"So what? Weren't these bunkers captured?" Duke Barry stood up.

"But we sacrificed more soldiers than expected, and we could have swept away the defeated soldiers and stormed the camp. Now they have withdrawn, all because you were a step too slow!"

"I'll listen to you about everything you say. Do I need you to teach me how to do it?" Duke Barry felt that Alaric was unreasonable.

In Genegis's eyes, he already respected the young man Alaric.

Unexpectedly, this young man who had just entered the imperial court actually dared to question his responsibility.

Alaric was furious: "I told you, there could have been more results, just because of your selfishness!"

"My selfishness? You led the Blood Knights to steal the credit, but asked me to hold you back. I worked hard without complaint. Is this what you call selfishness?"

"But I told you, you're slow!"

"It's so dark, doesn't it take time for the cavalry to charge? Is it abnormal to have an error?"

"You are slow. Don't make excuses. I said you are slow." Alaric was already incoherent.

Duke Barry's veins also bulged: "Then please let Your Highness decide! Let's see who is right!"

(End of this chapter)