When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 916: Forward, Forward! Raise our flag! (IV)
Under the three slopes.

Compared with the Leia Army's tense troop deployment, the Holy Alliance was much more relaxed.

Today is a sunny day with a north wind, but we are not afraid that the Lai Ya army will burn straw and release smoke to obscure the battlefield.

The officers could clearly see the movements of the Leia people, so there was no need to stand still early.

Therefore, on the Wild Wolf Regiment's position, there were rows of Holy Alliance Wild Wolf monks sitting cross-legged.

They shook their beards and slapped their thighs.

They might take a nap with their eyes closed, nibble on sour apples and stinky cheese, or chat with their companions with a smile on their face.

Only the recruits were praying nervously, while the military chaplains were stroking their backs to comfort them.

Seeing the nervousness of the recruits, the veterans even laughed, as if they were not coming to the battlefield but to have a picnic or an outing.

But the officers didn't care at all.

Even the two corps commanders, Little Hart and Wolowitz, were sitting cross-legged and chatting face to face.

After the previous battles, Wolowitz was already the acting commander of the Fifth Corps, and Little Hart also became familiar with Wolowitz during the combat.

"How about this?" Little Hart handed the words on the notebook to Wolowitz.

"Bushenbushen Pushent?" Wolowitz curled his lips in silence. "Rhyme?"

“What a rhythm.”

"No."

"Then look at this, Bibibebu Pucent, if you were a daughter, you could use this name."

"…Is this a tongue twister? How much hatred do you have for the child I am about to deliver?"

"Draw two circles on your eye sockets. Why are you pretending to be a college student?" Little Hart put away his notebook angrily. "It's just a name. My father, my uncle, my grandfather, and my cousin are all called Burrihart!"

"Then how do you tell the difference?"

"I am Burrihart twenty-seven, and my cousin is Burrihart thirty-one."

Wolowitz was speechless. He took out a piece of straw paper so thin that it was translucent from his arms, with a dozen names written on it.

"These are all names that I think are feasible. Which names do you think sound good?"

"Lucien, Collain, Lumiere... these three names are good, but of course, they are definitely not as good as Bepbeb."

Grabbing the paper from Little Hart, Wolowitz crossed out the three names with a charcoal pencil: "Among the remaining names, which ones do you think..."

"You……"

The two cursed at each other for a few words, and then Little Hart was called away by Jeshka.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Wolowitz placed the clockwork gun that had accompanied him for three years across his knees.

He skillfully disassembled the hairspring box, scraped off the solidified lubricating oil soaked with iron filings and dust with a knife, and rubbed it on the grass.

Take the refreshing ointment from the belt at the back of the waist, mix it with the lubricating oil, and drip it on the gear shaft.

The ointment-like liquid slowly flowed into the hole of the clockwork shaft, and immediately a strange smell spread.

After doing all this, Wolowitz checked the anti-reverse pawl and the orichalcum spring again, and then closed the lid with confidence.

Mixing stimulating ointment with lubricating oil is the latest practice among soldiers these days.

When fired, the spring shaft generates heat due to friction, and the wake-up potion turns into white mist and evaporates into the air. There is no need to take out smelling salts to smell it.

After testing, it was found that although there was a slight obstruction to the vision, it could save several seconds, which allowed for more shooting.

Touching the butt of the rifle, which was almost covered with patina, Wolowitz said to himself, "My old friend, today you will drink blood."

Looking at the deadly weapon in his hand, Wolowitz was a little dazed for a moment.

One year ago today, he just moved into his new home and lived with his wife Yan.

Today, one year later, he has to fight for his life with a group of strangers on the battlefield?

No, not a stranger, an enemy!
It's the enemy of the future!

If Leia wins, these strangers will become enemies out of his sight.

His children must never suffer the same fate as Sister Therese!
"Boom-"

There was the sound of a mechanism moving behind him, and dozens of green dragon breath and clock bullets flew high into the sky.

When it landed, poisonous smoke was burning and clock bullets were clicking.

When the clicking stopped, although there was no sound, one could see that seven or eight soldiers around suddenly froze.

The poisonous smoke from the Green Dragon's Breath did not have the effect of choking people to death. At most, it could only raise a column of smoke to waist-and-abdomen height.

Its main use, however, is not to affect the performance of the breathing method, so that people who use the two-stage breathing method can only perform at the level of one-stage breathing method.

"Get up, everyone, stand up. The battle is about to begin. All captains, form your teams and keep an eye on the new recruits!" Wolowitz put his clockwork gun on his back, picked up the lance stuck in the ground, and walked quickly to the front of the horizontal formation: "Raise your spears, and the holy gunners will stand on both wings. Execute immediately."

The originally loose wool-like array suddenly shrank and tightened, and rows of teams moved forward and turned like centipedes.

In less than a minute, the wolf monks who were originally sitting on the ground and chatting turned into a silent Galar formation.

The bright sunlight dyed the green poisonous smoke into yellow-green.

Columns of smoke swayed towards the southeast with the wind, hitting the solid iron armor, dispersing into wisps of smoke and crawling over their bodies.

It was as if they were giants walking towards them in groups, and the poisonous smoke was just a wall blocking their way.

Amid the sound of drums and bugles, three large phalanxes of 2500 men from the King's Guard were slowly approaching.

Amid the coughing sounds, more and more soldiers walked out from behind the smoke screen, slowly occupying all of Wolowitz's vision from east to west.

"Damn it." Wolowitz drew the sign of the cross on his forehead for protection, but he still couldn't stop the strong feeling of suffocation.

Tens of thousands of metal weapons gathered into a silver-gold ocean, with spears, halberds, axes, lances and swords vibrating, undulating and shaking.

The panting of thousands of war horses sounded like the roar of giant beasts.

Twenty thousand infantry and four thousand cavalry already occupied all his vision.

"Lord, Lord, Lord..."

A faint smell of urine blew in the wind, and the recruits muttered to themselves, but they didn't know who had wet their pants.

They didn't even dare to turn their heads, as if if they turned their heads, the huge army would teleport right in front of them.

"No, no, I can't do it, Mom!" The spear fell to the ground and a recruit turned around and tried to run.

But the Wild Wolf Regiment was an array of veterans surrounding the new recruits. As soon as he moved, the veteran behind him grabbed his collar, the veterans on both sides clamped his arms, and the veteran in front turned around and punched him in the face.

"Do you want to be a deserter? Aren't you afraid that your whole family will be exiled?"

The recruit was put down, and without even opening his eyes, the spear was put back into his hand.

After being promoted and scolded, the new recruit was nailed to his position crying, but he dared not run away again.

Wolowitz ignored the recruits, just as he had always done.

As long as they fire the first shot on the battlefield, they will become half-veterans.

By the time the first blow of the saber is struck, they will be veterans.

"Ready the cannon." Wolowitz raised his musket, and the artillerymen and orderly soldiers quickly installed the mainspring, loaded the shells, and adjusted the angle.

Next to the three-gun regiment's falcon cannon, a small triangular flag was erected, and the Leia people's greaves squeezed through the bushes tied with red ropes.

"emission!"

Wolowitz's lance fell to the ground.

Not only in Wolowitz's position, but in front of the positions of the three regiments, a total of 32 Falcon Cannons roared at the same time.

The fist-sized iron ball smashed the air, the armor, the flesh and blood, and finally broke out of the human body.

The double-paid greatswordsman and foot knight at the front suddenly howled miserably, and blood plasma spurted out from behind them, exposing their fascia and spine to the air.

The iron ball also broke the calves and arms of several people, causing them to be stuck in the mud and unable to move.

The recruits craned their heads, thinking the infantry would retreat, but they were wrong.

But these soldiers seemed unafraid and continued to move forward slowly, as if the corpses under their feet were just stones.

"It's the King's Guards. Look, their big red feathers." someone reminded.

The eye-catching red color really attracts people's attention and is majestic enough.

It was clearly a phalanx of 2500 people, but they dared to form a 25X100 horizontal formation, the same width as the Galar phalanx!

These King's Guards are Leia's most elite infantry, with willpower and morale far beyond that of ordinary infantry.

"Shotgun!"

The three Falcon guns were quickly loaded and calibrated, and the latches were pulled down.

Amid the crackling sound of lead and iron sand piercing armor, the king's guards in the front row fell down like wheat being cut.

But it has to be said that the royal pharmacy workshop uses very high-quality materials.

Under the dual blessing of divine arts and potions, their eyes were bloodshot, as if they could not see their fallen comrades, and only a corner of them was defeated.

However, their commander also knew that this was not a long-term solution, behind the more rapid drumbeats and bugle calls.

The king's guards all gave a war cry and charged at full speed, heading towards Wolowitz's horizontal formation.

(End of this chapter)