When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 921: Forward, Forward! Raise our flag! (IX)
Victor stood on a three-meter-high bunker and looked towards the front line through a telescope.

Galloping war horses, muddy roads, ruby-red streams, densely swaying spears, and clockwork guns spewing out refreshing smoke...

Five hundred Leia's clockwork gunners took turns shooting at the Black Champion, who shot back with lead bullets.

The whizzing lead bullets collided in the air, or passed by each other and shot into the bodies of the opposing soldiers, spurting out a stream of blood.

As the Chapter Master of the Black Crowns, Victor had fought for five full years, but he could feel that Leia's clockwork gunners were shooting slower and slower.

He even vaguely saw a number of clockwork gunners running away in the rear.

They have exhausted their holy power.

These words appeared in Victor's mind, and they had exhausted their holy power.

Because the Holy Alliance's clockwork guns use the latest alchemical vessel clockwork box, and have made modifications to the Guards and Black Crown regiments.

So even if it fires more frequently than Leia's Clockwork Gunner, the Holy League Gunner can last longer.

These Leia clockwork gunners are about to collapse.

The sunlight turned the boat-shaped helmet into an oven, which made Victor's head swell and he could hear his own pounding heart.

Similar to Leia's side, after Horn set the tactical goals, the specific tactical implementation was decided by the chapter leaders themselves.

At this moment on the battlefield, the moment the clockwork cannon silenced, Victor knew that the Shadow Raven Soldiers had succeeded.

On the battlefield today, there are seven large silver-colored cubes confronting and squeezing twenty-four small rectangular blocks of black, gray and yellow.

Two large phalanxes of the King's Guard and one large phalanx of the King's Guard were resting in the rear to restore their morale.

In front of the Black Crown Regiment, there were two large phalanxes composed of ordinary soldiers, greatswordsmen and longbowmen.

The rain of arrows came down like a summer rainstorm, wave after wave, making a clanging sound when they hit helmets or breastplates.

As for the Chongxin Regiment, hundreds of heavily armored knights and vassal knights were charging repeatedly, and even dismounting to attack.

Almost three hundred meters away, there was a large square formation advancing slowly.

Behind them was a large phalanx whose morale had been crushed and which was currently being repaired.

At the very back were two large square formations, totaling 5000 infantrymen, that were completely dispersed by the concentrated fire of nearly twenty six-pound cannons on the three slopes.

As for the edges of the battlefield on both sides, it was still a head-on confrontation between the Holy Alliance Cavalry and the Leia Cavalry.

However, the Holy Alliance's cavalry had already shown signs of decline, and even sent out reconnaissance rangers to engage in combat with the orc hussars.

After all, in terms of the quantity and quality of cavalry, the Holy League is inferior to Leia. This is the Leia people's open suppression of the Holy League in cavalry.

Just like the Holy League was able to suppress Leia's infantry with ease, relying on the Holy Gun tactics and Jeanna, the disadvantage could at most be reduced.

On the Holy Alliance side, the six corps on the first and second lines of the Wild Wolf Regiment were stopping their retreat and moving forward.

The Chongxin regiment was closest to the Huipao Hill artillery position and suffered the most serious damage. Two of its regiments had already been crippled and needed to be reorganized.

It is still slowly retreating, but the speed is getting slower and slower.

As for the Black Champion, he had stopped attacking long ago and stood there like a nail, fighting with the five hundred surrendered clockwork musketeers in front of him.

On the three earthen slopes behind him, many knights bypassed the slopes, harassing and cutting off the route of the clockwork warehouse transport vehicle, causing the frequency of the clockwork cannon's bombardment to continue to decrease.

The Black Snake Bay Mage Corps led by Pasrick is still in the rear. With the grenade launchers and the capabilities of the Mage Corps, protecting the clockwork warehouse transport vehicle is not a problem.

According to the information conveyed by the gendarmerie, the transportation of the clockwork warehouse will be resumed soon.

"Oh--"

"Die, traitors!"

Groups of spearmen approached Leia's clockwork gunners and stabbed their spears into their thin bodies.

Starting from the front row, large numbers of clockwork musketeers began to flee, while the two infantry phalanxes in the rear quickly approached.

All the battlefield information was gathered in his mind, and Pasrick finally made up his mind: "Second and Fifth Corps, push the artillery carts immediately to support the Wild Wolf Regiment!"

A moment later, the two corps on the right wing of the Black Champion pushed artillery carts to support the Wild Wolf Regiment nearby.

The noble knights of the Third Legion who came to rescue the flag knights saw two horizontal arrays appearing before them.

But what was different from before was that these two corps were equipped with six Falcon Cannons in front and behind.

"Praise Holy Thunder!"

It was as if the god of thunder from Norn mythology had come to the battlefield in person, and the rumbling sound of the thunder chariot's wheels weighed down on the heads of all the supporting Leia knights.

Every thunderclap was accompanied by the rise of gravel and dust. The jumping and tumbling iron balls made irregular movements, crushing the sturdy horse hooves one by one. The wailing of war horses had never been so frequent, and the wing-shaped charging knights were cut off by clouds of smoke.

Eventually, they went from a "V" shape to a jagged "www" shape.

The high-ranking knights among them had to be especially careful, for fear of being too high-profile and being sniped by the guerrilla hunters in the orchard trees.

The place was shrouded in a black mist of shotgun shells, and corpses and severed limbs were tumbling in the air.

The supporting knights completely lost their confidence, and their morale instantly dropped to zero. During the charge, they broke up into small teams according to their lords and dispersed towards the battlefield.

The square flag knights who were originally torn apart by the wild wolf soldiers and blocked by the holy gun armored cavalry were in despair.

Some people chose to break into the orchard in search of a ray of life, but more of the square-flag knights, with their chins held high, jumped off their horses.

They half-knelt on the ground and raised their own swallowtail flags - after all, the Holy League was trustworthy, and except for officers and war criminals, ordinary knights were willing to pay ransom in exchange for hostages.

Before the Holy Maiden Bank completes the monetary sovereignty of the Holy Union, Horn needs enough gold pounds foreign exchange.

"Take off your armor, throw away your weapons, and head to the orchard!" Wolowitz shouted at the surrendered knights blocking the road, "Hold the flags. We will use them to notify the families and exchange them for ransom!"

After walking a few steps, Wolowitz saw Coleman and his troops coming to support him.

"Mr. Coleman."

"Enough of small talk, Wild Wolf. Does Lord Jeshka have any orders that require our assistance?"

"Sir Coleman can go back and attack the flank of the enemy phalanx. Our two corps on the left will provide support, while the vanguard and right wing will pursue the King's Guards ahead."

"Good luck." Coleman pounded his chest and called on the two regiments to follow him.

Looking at Coleman's departing back, Wolowitz did not continue to attack.

His corps had lost more than a quarter of its troops and had to be replaced by the rear and reserve.

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"Beautiful!" Thierry couldn't help but applaud. "Classic diagonal attack tactics, more standard than what is written in military books."

Abaz was writing quickly in his notebook, while Venise stood aside with his lips almost pressed into a line.

These people from the Holy League are so insidious. They know how to manipulate people's psychology.

If the Gray Hill Battery had not appeared, the Leia infantry would have been able to continue retreating in the face of these battles.

But they released a Gray Robe Hill and fell into a disadvantage after the Gray Robe Hill turret appeared.

This undoubtedly gave the Leia infantry a hint that the artillery was about to bring them victory.

They could have taken down the turret right from the start, but they insisted on waiting until the Leia infantry saw the turret as the deciding factor before taking it down.

Seeing that their winning hand was gone, the morale of the Leia infantrymen dropped visibly.

The biggest blow to morale is not the lack of hope, but giving hope and then ruthlessly destroying it.

The real winning factor for the Leia people is the Command Company, the Blood Knights, and the Grand Knight who has not yet appeared.

This is the reassurance that the Leia infantry rely on. How could you forget it?
"Psychological warfare is also an aspect of war." Bernardo walked over to Venise. "How do you feel now?"

Venise blushed.

Abaz quickly pulled Venise away to prevent him from being humiliated or doing anything impulsive.

Thierry, however, was completely focused on the battlefield.

The situation was reversed, and as time went by, the artillery position was destroyed, and the Leia soldiers who had previously drunk the potion were already weak.

As for the Holy Alliance, they have just begun to drink the low-efficiency and low-side effect versions of various battlefield medicines developed by the national pharmacist Sisi.

Although the side effects were low, Thierry still saw the soldiers' faces turning green and purple.

But who dares to say that the medicine has no side effects?
The situation has been reversed!
Thierry looked at Horn on the slope and couldn't help but admire him.

It would be great if Horn was a Frank.

In terms of talent and character, Grandivar is almost like a real grandson in front of the Holy Grandson. It would be great if he were the bishop of the Franks.

Seeing Horn's face, Thierry was a little confused.

Why was the Saint Grandson still so serious? He even seemed more nervous than when he was in the most dangerous moment just now?

Could it be that all the greatest generals are like this? The more things go smoothly, the harder they push themselves?

But victory is at hand!
(End of this chapter)