When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 920: Forward, Forward! Raise our flag! (VIII)
The Duke of Barry sat upright in the saddle, the lead bullets whizzing past his scalp and even breaking his towering red feathers.

The noble duke had holes in his shoulder armor and blood was oozing from his thigh.

There were several clearly visible scratches on the white crystal steel armor on his chest, which were caused by those hateful werewolves.

Even so, Duke Barry still refused to lower his head, and his eyes were focused on the battlefield in front of him.

Behind a bush full of berries, a team of 500 Wolf Monks had their formation broken by the cavalry and were slowly exchanging positions with the reserve troops in the rear.

As for the bushes, the horse-hoof-deep streams and the flowers, arrows and sabers flew together.

Accompanied by the sound of collision, several Kush cavalrymen or square flag knights fell off their horses.

The heavy body wrapped in iron armor crushed the flower stems, and the purple-blue cornflower petals flew into the blue sky.
The fallen Kush knights and square-flag knights gritted their teeth and quickly stood up, drew their knightly swords, and swung them at the nearest enemy without hesitation.

"For freedom! Long live the Thousand Valleys!"

"Long live the king!"

Everywhere you look, you see groups of lances and pistols passing by.

In the grass, bushes, and streams, the clash of knights' swords and forged steel sabers could be seen everywhere.

These Holy League cavalrymen stopped the Leia knights from continuing to attack the infantry formation, but they also left a gap, allowing hundreds of knights to go around behind Sandupo.

Although he could not see the scene behind the slope, Duke Barry could hear the whizzing sound of lead bullets flying behind him.

"The people of Qianhe Valley are truly worthy opponents!"

When the fight reached this point, Duke Barry showed a complex expression of admiration and awe on his face for the first time.

He even felt a little sorry.

Facing Leia's most elite army, even though they were at a disadvantage and even though they were powerless, the people of Thousand Valley never gave up.

Not only the Wild Wolf Regiment in front of them, but also the Black Crown Regiment and the Chongxin Regiment on the same front are like this.

Duke Barry rarely used the word "firm" to describe retreat, but that was exactly what the Holy Alliance did.

Having no choice but to withstand the shells without being able to fight back, two phalanxes of Leia's spearmen had collapsed.

However, none of the twenty-four 500-man teams of the three regiments have collapsed so far. Instead, they have been able to firmly maintain their formation and slowly retreat to the back of Sandupo under the heavy artillery fire.

As the regiment retreated, the width of the battlefield was getting shorter just as Laffer said, and the infantrymen were visibly squeezed together.

The distance between different phalanxes is getting closer and closer, while the distance between soldiers within the phalanx is getting farther and farther.

After all, the artillery was bombarding and they were standing so close together that there was nowhere to hide.

How many times has Duke Barry seen that even when they were seriously injured, the knights and infantry of the Thousand Valleys still held on to the end and almost never surrendered.

They will do their best to rescue their lost friendly troops and companions, and rarely abandon their comrades.

Such a high-spirited and tenacious character, how great it would be if this was the army of the Leia people!
However, the Holy Alliance ended there.

The Supreme Knights have ruled the empire for a thousand years, and will continue to rule for the rest of the world.

Calculating the time, Duke Barry pulled down his visor and said, "Get ready, we start the attack."

Most of these damn Holy League spearmen have breathing techniques of a fairly high level, and are especially proficient in the extraordinary martial art of thrusting.

In a head-on collision, with the added speed of both sides, the thrust can actually penetrate armor and should not be underestimated.

Nearly nine flag teams gathered to form a triangular attack formation with the forward and left and right wings.

The reins shook, the warhorse pranced, the saddle began to shake, and Duke Barry's body began to rise and fall with the warhorse.

A familiar feeling came from under the seat, and Duke Barry could feel the blood burning.

"charge!"

"Long live the king!"

Nine hundred square-flag knights roared their battle cries at the same time, while the squire knights on both sides desperately tried to stop the Holy Grail Cavalry who were trying to intercept them.

Over the stream, over the bushes, over the flowers, over the fence.

The wind was cut by the sharp armor, and it let out a piercing scream.

It was like a horizontal whirlwind, with smoke and dust swirling behind the horses' tails, pushing the knights to charge forward.

Two hundred steps, one hundred steps, fifty steps.

Duke Barry felt his horse hit something, but he couldn't see it because it was in the blind spot of his helmet. But he knew it was a thin speed bump formed by the scattered soldiers of the Holy Gun.

Hearing the screams made Duke Barry's blood boil even more.

After killing all the Holy Gun scattered soldiers, they were only a hundred steps away from the battle line!
The leader of the Wild Wolf Corps not far away swung his spear down, and a black line suddenly appeared in the field of vision.

Many knights only felt their armor shake, or their horses suddenly fell, and dozens of them fell off their horses at once.

"Don't stop. They can only fire three shots at most. As long as we can get through, we'll win!"

Duke Barry's shoulder was shot through, but he still screamed in pain.

Just after shouting this, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Looking up at the complete horizontal formation of wolf Galar in front of him, he swallowed.

Why is this formation so complete?
No, this doesn't feel right, why is it so quiet?

A drop of cold sweat fell from the jawline of Duke Barry. Why didn't the clockwork cannon on the gray robe hill go off? !

"Alaric!" The suppressed roar in his throat almost broke the Duke's voice, and Duke Barry bit his lip in frustration.

The infantry phalanx suddenly broke apart.

Three thick cast iron pipes extended from between the shoulders of the Wolf Monk, and the artillerymen and orderly were loading them skillfully.

The barrel rotates, and the improved pin is connected to the hemp rope. With a slight pull, the clockwork cannon can be fired.

"Evacuate, evacuate!" Duke Barry bent down for the first time, "Get down!"

"Praise Holy Thunder!"

The rope pulled the pin, and the entire clockwork cannon shook violently, then slid back more than half a meter like a phantom.

The piercing whistling sound was still lingering in my ears, and a torrent of lead bullets the size of peach pits were already whistling out.

When the knights turned their heads, they suddenly saw a black fog approaching them at high speed!

The crisp sound of metal colliding was accompanied by the muffled sound of bones and flesh exploding.

Blood mist rose, war horses wailed, and several knights even flew into the air and rolled on the ground, with blood foam gushing out from between their red plate armor.

The charging knights fell to the ground one after another like they were being cut down.

Duke Barry looked up again and saw that nearly fifty knights had fallen from their horses and almost the same number were injured.

Next to the knights who were curled up and wailing on the grass, the horses were leaping, sticking their hooves out, and kicking their legs wildly in fear.

"Sir, continue to attack the clockwork cannon or..."

"Evacuate, evacuate immediately!" Duke Barry cursed in panic.

The flag captain was stunned: "Why not continue the attack during the intervals between the artillery fire? They are now at their most vulnerable."

"Alaric got into trouble, and I am still needed to clean up his mess?" Duke Barry said without even turning his head. "Look, how else can we attack?!"

The old duke immediately waved the flag, and the bugler next to him immediately took off his horn and blew the retreat bugle.

The nine hundred square-flag knights who came with a rumble were about to leave with a rumble.

However, the Holy Gun Armored Knights would not let them have their wish. They also charged forward in a triangle formation.

Among the knights with square flags running in a line, the knights all heard a woman's delicate cry!

A burning heat came from behind the old duke. He howled in pain and the electric current instantly penetrated his body.

Dense blisters extended from his back to his chest. Duke Barry was stiff on his horse's back and rushed forward for nearly fifty meters before slowly falling down.

"Your Excellency the Duke! Your Excellency the Duke!" The knights of the royal guards immediately turned back in horror.

With his head resting on the soft grass, Duke Barry looked up at the blue sky with blurry vision.

He saw the hooves of the Holy Grail Cavalry Regiment leaping past him, the boots of the Holy Alliance Army stepping past his ears, and the wheels of the artillery slowly rolling past him.

"Your Excellency the Duke, Your Excellency the Duke?" The surrendered aide-de-camp knelt beside him and shook his shoulders.

Using up his last bit of strength, he whispered to the attendant who was guarding him: "Alaric... is an amateur!"

(End of this chapter)