When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 918: Forward, Forward! Raise our flag! (VI)
With his hands on his back, Thierry put one foot on the mound of earth and the other on the ground, looking down the three earth slopes.

Tens of thousands of Holy League soldiers were deployed in Galar's horizontal line, with the Black Crown Regiment, the Wild Wolf Regiment and the Worshipful Regiment forming black, gray and yellow square formations.

In front of the three-color array was a metal ocean that was more than five times thicker than the three-color array.

The drums and bugles of both sides played alternately, and metal waves surged and jumped.

Sometimes a turbulent stream of air would spurt out to attack from the side, sometimes it would move left and right like a crab, or suddenly dozens of great swordsmen would rush forward and charge.

Wave after wave of huge metal waves hit the tricolor dam, and the Holy Gunner turned like a mechanical gear.

Whenever the enemy retreated, the combat corps would rotate with the rear corps, bandaging their wounds and reorganizing their formation in the rear.

From the perspective of many commanders standing on the slope, and even from the perspective of the members of the Fran Military Observation Group, it looked more like a sophisticated machine than a battle formation.

No matter how Leia's metal tide impacted, it turned into waves in front of this sophisticated war machine.

Under the command of the Chapter Master and the Corps Commander, all the attacks and maneuvers of the Leia army were perfectly blocked.

Thierry asked Abaz and Venise quietly, "Do you think that if we replace the Frankish infantry, we can break through the Galar formation?"

“……” Venise didn’t say anything.

Abaz spoke up: "Let's take a look at the battle in the distance, Sir Thierry."

Thierry felt even more depressed.

The combat effectiveness of the Leia infantry in this battle had already left a deep impression on him.

Compared with the peacefully developing Frankish infantry, these Leia infantry were often involved in infighting among lords and border conflicts with the Norns.

After that, he participated in the Kingdom's Civil War and the Second Thousand Valley War, which lasted for five years.

After five years of training, the new recruits have become veterans, and their morale and fighting spirit are beyond Thierry's imagination.

The vast battlefield was covered with thick blood and broken limbs.

The soldiers in the front row were pierced through the body by walnut-sized shotgun shells again and again, with blood, flesh and limbs flying everywhere.

Or he would fall down without any warning from time to time, and when he turned over he would find that a lead bullet had pierced his head.

And so they can continue their attack.

If it were the Frankish infantry, they would probably have to rest for half an hour before they could go up.

Thierry even had some doubts about attacking the windmill area. It was hard to say about the cavalry, but could their infantry really be a match for the Leia infantry?
After all, the low-level nobles of Leia under the feudal state still had plenty of martial virtues, and they did not have the cunning and deceitful nature that was typical of the Frankish militia.

After all, the prosperity of commodity life has brought diversity and choices. If you don't join the army, there are other ways out, so naturally people will cherish their lives.

Leia is a poorer and more closed society. Joining the army is the only way out, and people value life much less than the Franks.

Otherwise, where did King Gigi get the courage to go to war with the Franks, whose finances were five times greater than his own?

Civil war trains soldiers and consumes population, which naturally frees up land, which is then used to win over soldiers.

However, such brave Leia soldiers were beaten and unable to advance at all in front of the Holy Alliance infantry.

It’s just a pity that the Leia people are not limited to just being beaten.

"Uuuuuu——"

The bugle sounded, and after the second round of attack failed, Thierry could guess what the next step would be.

There was thunder in the sky, and seven or eight black spots fell from the sky, constantly getting bigger and bigger, and crashing into the ground.

The dry soil flew into the sky, bringing up a cloud of dust and rolling gullies of blood and flesh in the Holy Alliance's formation.

"traitor!"

“Damn it, are you still from Qianhe Valley?!”

The roars echoed continuously in the smoke and dust, and the ground was filled with Holy Alliance soldiers rolling and wailing.

The only ones who responded to the roar were the knights who continued their charge.

The Leias, or rather, Laffer and Genegis, were indeed quite skilled, as they had worked out the simplest matching strategy less than half a year after acquiring the clockwork cannon.

Cannons blasted the formation, cavalry charged, and infantry advanced. This was the tactic Horn used to beat the Franks in Black Snake Bay. War is really the best teacher. After suffering a loss, the Leia army quickly learned this routine.

The Imperial Order Company crashed into the battle formation that was loosened by the clockwork cannon.

Soon, except for the Black Crown Regiment which held on, the Wild Wolf and Chongxin Regiments both saw soldiers fleeing to varying degrees.

The drumbeats sounded at just the right moment, and the Holy Alliance army, which had been fighting for nearly an hour, began to retreat for the first time.

Leia's large infantry phalanx naturally pursued closely.

The sand hit my skin painfully with a crackling sound. The summer sun refracted through the poisonous smoke and dust, actually scattering out the Tyndall effect.

From Thierry's perspective, pillars of light suddenly appeared in the smoke, slanting straight ahead, as if the pillars of light from hell in the Gospel had really come to earth.

The soldiers on both sides seemed to be fighting in hellfire.

Pursing his lips, Thierry raised his head, his eyes focused on the gray robe hill not far away.

The Gray Robe Hill is almost parallel to the tributary of the Naoan River. Both run from north to south and are about a hundred meters high, with many gaps in the middle.

Due to insufficient troops, it was difficult to control the front line. The Holy Alliance only set up a small number of observation posts on Gray Robe Hill to prevent the enemy from bypassing them.

Gray Robe Hill was quite steep, and the heavy clockwork cannon was difficult to transport up there, so he did not set up a gun position.

Now, on a high ground of Gray Robe Hill, more than a dozen three-pound Falcon Cannons and six-pound Sand Sculpture Cannons are constantly spewing out iron streams.

But the Holy League couldn't do anything to them because the artillery positions on Sandupo were too low.

Even if it was fired at a 45-degree angle, it could only hit three-quarters of the way at most, but Leia's cannon could be high above and fire shells towards the bottom of the three earth slopes.

In other words, the Holy Alliance has no way to deal with them.

After all, the Holy Alliance has too few cards in its hand, and now it depends on who can continue to maintain morale under the cannons.

"Three of you." Bernardo's voice sounded from behind the Fran trio, "What are your opinions and suggestions on the Leia people's cannons?"

"Do you have any questions?"

Most of the original Fran observation group returned to their country, and only this trio stayed.

Horn also allowed them to watch the game. After all, Fran would be the export destination of Holy Union's goods in the future.

Like many obsolete old clockwork cannons and clockwork guns, instead of keeping them in the warehouse, it is better to sell them to the Franks at a high price.

Recently, Thierry has been asking Horn, both openly and covertly, whether he is willing to export clockwork cannons and winding machines.

"See that cannon position?" Bernardo smiled, as if he was not in a war. "I'm curious, how did the cannon get there?"

Thierry and Abaz looked at each other and shook their heads. On the contrary, Venise sneered: "What else can we do? Pay with human lives."

"Taking human life as compensation?"

Venise shrugged: "Don't forget, those Leia people still have thousands of peasant soldiers. Is it difficult to force a few cannons up there?

If you ask me, your staff is still too inexperienced. Haven’t you ever thought of placing some soldiers to guard the top of the hill?

Even if it means sacrificing some service soldiers?
At least this way, even if you can't stop them from transporting the clockwork cannon, you know they'll get the big guns up there."

Bernardo stood with his hands behind his back. “In fact, the General Staff did investigate and have some ideas about that high ground. Your Majesty even climbed the high ground himself and said that it was an excellent artillery position…”

"Don't be so stubborn." Venise continued to speak coldly, "If you really expected this, why would you transport the clockwork cannon to the high ground at this time?"

"If they hide their clockwork cannons behind the army formation, it will always be a hidden danger, and the distance is not enough. We must concentrate Leia's clockwork cannons."

The three members of Fran's group all felt something was wrong. What did it mean to concentrate the clockwork cannons?

"Plasma bomb?" Thierry asked tentatively.

Bernardo shook his head: "That's the second option. As for the first option, you will know it when you look up."

The three of them looked up at the same time, but could only see the blazing sun. Venise was about to sneer, but the words got stuck in his throat.

"Hehehe——Angel? No...why are the wings black?"

(End of this chapter)