When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 917: Forward, Forward! Raise our flag! (V)
Raising his lance horizontally above his head, Wolowitz's roar even pierced through the noisy gunfire: "Deploy the flank formation horizontally, and strike in three rows."

The Holy Gun Monks moved upon hearing the order. The first, third and fifth rows took a step to the side at the same time, while the second, fourth and sixth rows took a step diagonally forward at the same time.

The original six rows of Holy Spear Soldiers were staggered as precisely as the meshing of gears, and actually turned into three rows.

The first row of holy musketeers kneeled on one knee, the second row bent their stance with the muzzles of their muskets held horizontally, and the third row stood upright with their holy muskets raised.

The scorching sunlight reflected from the gun barrel was enough to illuminate the ferocious jaw muscles and teeth under the iron helmets of the King's Guards seventy steps away.

"First column, release!"

The yellow-green smoke was torn into pieces by the lead bullets.

The metal tearing sound caused by the lead bullets penetrating the copper-inlaid breastplate even drowned out the screams, and the momentum of the charge of thousands of Leia soldiers was instantly stagnant.

"Grenadiers, clock shells! Second column, fire! Third column, fire!"

The twenty spear monks in the front row of the spear formation ran up at the same time and threw the clock bullet out like a shot put.

The fatal clicking sounds forced the king's guards to squeeze into the already crowded crowd, but the accumulated lead bullets pulled them back like a dense net.

Until the three Falcon guns were reloaded again.

Other regiments had already withdrawn their falcon guns, but Wolowitz did not. He believed that the clockwork guns were fully capable of firing one more shot before the enemy actually arrived.

It turns out that he was right.

"boom--"

Thousands of iron sand and lead bullets flew like lava debris during a volcanic eruption, exploding into balls of blood on the bodies of the king's guards.

The charge wave of the King's Guards hit the invisible iron wall, and the guards in the front row fell down, covering their wounds like cutting wheat.

Within a distance of fifty steps, wounded soldiers, corpses and wailing were scattered around.

The charging formation of the King's Guards had come to a complete standstill, shaking visibly.

"They can't charge over. I know that the Holy Alliance is invincible in infantry!" Little Hart howled like a wolf, "Pikemen, get ready, charge!"

Little Hart was the first to rush out with an axe gun.

The Wolf Monks raised their spears and simultaneously launched a counterattack against the fleeing King's Guards in the front row.

The wounded soldiers who fell to the ground had their throats crushed by iron boots before they could get up. The king's guards who were proficient in martial arts were pierced in the throat and thighs one by one by simple thrusts.

The bugle calls became more and more urgent.

The phalanx commander of the King's Guard realized that things were not going well and immediately gave the order to retreat.

After chasing for thirty steps, the spear monk stopped and turned back under the scolding of the officers.

As for Wolowitz, he strolled to the front of the formation, picked up the pipe from the double-paid greatswordsman and took two puffs.

He looked at the returning spearmen with a smile, among whom was the recruit who had wet his pants earlier.

With warm blood still clinging to his face, he boasted with his mouth wide open: "I killed one myself!"

Not only the formation on Wolowitz's side, but all the infantry phalanxes in a line of three were slowly retreating.

"They retreated!"

"Good!"

The new recruits cheered in unison, but the veterans stood with their spears in hand, showing no intention of cheering at all.

Wolowitz was about to step forward and scold him, but was stopped by Little Hart: "Let them have some fun, it's just the beginning."

As Wolowitz said, they had just repelled a tentative attack.

Leia is a country of knights, and the most powerful military force is not the infantry but the cavalry!

If you look to the edge of the battlefield, you will see, under the Gray Robe Hill, beside the orchards and hills, groups of war horses rolling up like a yellow dragon.

Sand and rocks flew, swords clashed, and sparks dragged on the blades.

The 20 flanking flag teams led by the Duke of Barry were rushing towards the battle formation like a tide.

These 2000 cavalrymen were supposed to charge into the horizontal formation and provide cover when the infantry retreated.

But now, they gritted their teeth and roared angrily at the Kush cavalry, being entangled and unable to escape.

But what disgusted the knights the most were the guerrilla hunters hiding behind the bushes and cherry trees.

The knights in colorful armor crossed the stream, jumped over the chevaux de frise, and broke through the cavalry line, but they fell down while running.

Blood dripped along the saddle and reins. When I lifted him up and took a look, I found that a lead bullet the size of a little finger nail had pierced his throat.

What is this? A sneak attack, no chivalry! No martial ethics! "Ding——"

The collar of a square-flag knight shattered with a sound, and after the sound of his cervical vertebrae breaking, he rolled off the saddle with his eyes wide open in daze.

The body was dragged for more than ten meters before being hung in a wild rose bush.

"Damn it." The knight's flag captain became anxious. The guerrilla hunter's clockwork gun was much more accurate than ordinary clockwork guns.

Ignoring the Duke of Barry's waving flags, the knight led more than 80 knights under his command and rushed straight into the orchard.

"Prepare to evacuate!" The captain of the guerrilla hunters picked up the spiral gun and was about to run away, but was stopped by a low female voice.

"No, get ready to shoot."

The horses' hooves stepped into the orchard, and the knights were still staring wide-eyed in the woods, searching for the guerrilla hunters.

He keenly heard the creaking sound of the mainspring being wound up.

The knight drew his bow and shot, pulling out the feather arrow as smoothly as flowing water. The guerrilla hunter behind him fell down.

Seeing that the ambush failed, more than 30 guerrilla hunters suddenly jumped out from behind the cherry tree trunks.

The moment they jumped out and stood firm, they pulled the trigger of the spiral gun.

At the moment of the explosion, bloody holes burst out in the chests and necks of at least five knights who rushed into the orchard.

"How brave you are!" The furious knight was about to draw more arrows, but he couldn't reach the quiver.

Looking down, I saw that the quiver had gotten hung on a vine without me noticing.

The thorny vines twisted like living things, the lavender flesh was twisted, blood-colored threads were buried between the textures, and the thorns shone with a metallic luster.

The rage on the knight's face instantly dissipated, turning into horror and paleness.

"Vampire Ivy, damn it, damn it, that poison ivy witch is here too!"

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Regardless of the loss of one flag team, under the command of Duke Bari's cavalry, many flag teams still broke through the blockade and encircled the battle formation.

At this moment, Volovitz's army had just finished cheering and was about to tighten its formation again. Spears were placed down in rows and sabers were raised, ready to deal with the cavalry charge.

This is the wave attack popular in the empire, a staggered attack based on superior forces.

Like the waves, one wave comes after another.

Since it is difficult to hit cavalry with a cannon, it is inherently clumsy, let alone hitting a moving object.

The blindfolded horses pulled the carriage and carried away the gun carriage and the cannon.

Standing beside the horse, Wolowitz was still explaining his experience in dealing with cavalry attacks: "Get close, the closer the better, put the bottom of the spear against the ground, and make sure it is firmly planted.

Holy Gunners, remember, don't shoot people. Shooting at the front of the breastplate will easily bounce off. Shoot at the edge or the horse..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sharp whistle.

Wolowitz asked subconsciously: "Who fired the gun?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the splashing mud covered Wolowitz.

In the smoke and dust, his hair suddenly stood on end and he subconsciously jumped to the side, but the rolling iron ball just brushed past his heels.

"You!" Wolowitz coughed, turned his head and cursed behind him, "You don't have eyes, you can't even shoot off target? You're the gunner?!"

As he struggled to wipe the dirt off his face, his eyes followed the previous shells and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The smoking shell was still rolling, but it was heading north.

In other words, the shells were rolling towards them.

Wouldn't that mean...

Looking up, Wolowitz felt the blood gathering in his head.

Because there were several black spots flying in the sky, and the whistling sound was getting closer and closer.

Before the shell hit the ground, a rain of lead bullets fell and pierced Wolowitz's arm.

“Ah——” The veins on Wolowitz’s forehead bulged, but he seemed not to feel the pain. He covered his wound and shouted to Little Hart, “Be careful of the Leia’s clockwork cannon and holy gunner!”

“I see!” Little Hart’s face was almost twisted into that of a demon. He swung an axe to pull a knight off his horse. He pointed at the direction of the gunfire and yelled, “Traitor son of a bitch!”

(End of this chapter)