When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 924: Forward, Forward! Raise our flag! (XII)

The chaplain of the Chongxin Army Vanguard Regiment flew about three meters high.

When he landed, his back was broken and the white bones protruded from his body. Dark red liquid mixed with fragments of internal organs kept pouring out of his mouth.

The hairless horse's hooves shook the grass leaves and flew past him.

On the emerald green plain, butterflies and bees were flying together, and the red blocks cut through the thick horizontal lines of the gray-yellow military uniforms like arrows.

The sound of spears exploding was endless, and in the flying wood chips, the monks of the regiment flew up one after another.

The light reflected from the silver armor swept back and forth in front of my eyes.

Those blurry red blocks also move back and forth in the thick gray and yellow lines.

In his last blurred vision, there were only the backs of nearly a thousand monks of the regiment fleeing in panic.

"Don't run, come back!" he muttered, but no one heard him.

I tried to stand up, but I had no strength.

Finally, he could only raise one hand in despair and cried out incoherently: "We can't lose... we have lost everything... we can't retreat... we can't..."

His words gradually became lighter, the brightness in his eyes faded, and the young military chaplain turned into a corpse with his eyes wide open and tears streaming down his face.

After only three attacks, or one and a half charges back and forth, the two frontmost corps were defeated.

This even includes the vanguard corps of the Chongxin Regiment, which is considered the second most elite corps in the entire regiment.

These blood knights may have only three or four breathing techniques when they were alive.

But after becoming a Blood Knight, one's physique can even reach that of a sixth or ninth level Edict Knight.

Most importantly, they are not afraid of pain and have no fear.

Even though there was a big hole in his body caused by a lead bullet, he was still able to swing his sword and lance as if nothing had happened.

They can even charge at full speed without slowing down, without any fear of falling off their horses or being surrounded.

Looking at the defeated Chongxin regiment, Alaric couldn't help but feel complacent.

His suggestion to Lavle was that the Blood Knights attack the Chongxin Regiment.

The Chongxin Regiment had been bombarded by the Gray Robe Hill Artillery for so long and was the regiment that suffered the most damage.

Moreover, it is located in a relatively open area, which is convenient for cavalry charges.

Most importantly, compared to the old powerhouses Black Champions and Guards, the Chongxin Regiment is a new regiment that has been established for less than a year.

The combat capability, equipment and willpower are far behind those of the Black Crown Legion.

Especially the clockwork cannon, which had just been tricked by the noble knight and could not be fired again.

Looking at the Chongxin regiment as a whole, a corps on the left wing had retreated to the rear for reorganization due to artillery bombardment.

The two vanguard corps had been defeated by them, so only the last five corps were left.

Because the two vanguard corps delayed the rear for some time, the center army merged with the right wing at this moment, overlapping to form a counterattack formation with two in front and three in the back.

"Don't waste time, we can chase the defeated soldiers for a while, charge immediately!" Alaric didn't dare to delay. If he let the guards come up to support, it would be a waste of effort.

"Woo woo woo--" The red-robed monk blew the horn to assemble and charge.

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"All spearmen, use your spears as a sign and move towards the center."

The commander of the Third Corps stood at the front, holding his spear high so that all the soldiers could see it.

According to Horne's requirements, all officers' orders must clearly contain three elements: who, how, and what to do?
Stay close to the command. All the monks in the chapter who have read the Soldier's Codex and undergone training know the meaning of this command.

He was roughly facing two-thirds of the Blood Knights' charge formation.

The soldiers in the row behind the feather spears stand still, while the soldiers on both sides of the first row should take the still soldiers as a benchmark and move closer to the center in small steps until their shoulders are touching.

The soldiers in the back row keep their eyes on the soldiers in the front row and follow them as they move left or right.

Looking down at the army formation, one can see the loose lines of troops moving towards the center like a wave.

When the formation was completed, it was facing the charging Blood Knights.

"All spearmen, anchor your spears and resist the impact!"

The soldiers all inserted the butt ends of their spears into the ground and stepped on them with their feet, holding the spears with one hand and the handles of their sabers with the other.

This is the lance anchoring action, specifically designed to counter cavalry charges.

The lance brothers of the Chongfa Chapter also know this, and they are about to face those terrible blood knights.

"Myrcella bless you."

"Whirring whirring--"

Many soldiers violated the principle of silence in the drill manual. Some drew the word "層" on their foreheads and prayed, some had sad faces and muttered to themselves, and more were breathing heavily.

They could already feel the ground shaking and the horses' hooves kicking up piles of dust.

Densely packed horse legs were suspended in the air, stomping their feet alternately, and the corners of their red clothes fluttered in the wind.

The Blood Knights stared with scarlet eyes, their faces were pale, and their smiles were stiff, looking like humans yet not humans.

Three quarters of their round eyeballs were occupied by the whites, staring intently at the Galar formation in front of them.

It was as if the horizontal array before him was a magnificent palace, a stunning beauty, countless treasures, and the final relief from endless suffering!

"Oh God……"

The legs of many recruits began to tremble.

That inhuman appearance did make Das feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't panic.

Exhaling the foul air, Das opened his mouth and spoke in a hoarse voice that even he himself was unfamiliar with: "First monk team, bless. Second monk team, prepare to chant the magic."

Dozens of balls of light rose up slowly and landed beside the soldiers.

Under the warm light, the original tension and fear melted like butter, and the rapid breathing and trembling hands were smoothed out one by one.

"Long live the Thousand River Valley!" Das was the first to shout.

"Long live! For freedom!" Whether it was to dispel fear or because they really felt something, the soldiers roared in unison. Under the encouragement of the chaplains, the horizontal formation that was originally controlled by fear actually gathered again.

"Uuuuuu——"

The war horns sounded more and more urgent, like a whip.

That was the signal to switch from running to marching.

With all four hooves in the air and the horses' legs stretched, the Blood Knights began to speed up.

But, for some reason, the blood knights in the front row were a little slow.

The red-robed monk who was controlling the Blood Knight was stunned for a moment. He blew the horn a few more times in disbelief.

But what he saw was still the same scene as before.

The blood knights in the front row did not switch to ambush, but continued to run.

The blood knights in the back row had already switched to an attacking pace. The devil horse shook its hairless head and bit the tail of the warhorse in front as if urging it to move.

However, the Blood Knights in the first row remained unmoved and continued to run.

Why is that?
"Then the blessed son stood in the valley, with his feet on the fire..."

"Blessed are you, the Seven Holy Pillars... The dawn is your crown, the dusk hail is your lock..."

"Wandering will return to the dust, stealing will return to the abyss..."

There was a hymn singing in the distance, and the sound was as pure as crystal, even louder than the sound of horse hooves and trumpets.

Not only was the red-robed monk stunned, even Alaric was stunned. After a long while, he lost his voice and said, "Chanting magic?!"

The Thousand River Valley Holy Way Sect, the devil's lackey and ally of the secret party, is using the magic of chanting scriptures?

A drop of cold sweat ran down the corner of Alaric's eyes. The Blood Knight himself did not cast any magic, so chanting the divine spell should have been ineffective.

But the Blood Knight Horn of the red-robed monk is essentially releasing magic!
In other words, the orders received by the blood knights in the front row were blocked by divine magic, so they still charged forward in a straight line.

The one in the back row is Xi Bu!
With their cheeks puffed up, several red-robed monks blew their horns with all their might and narrowly stopped the last thousand or so Blood Knights.

However, the more than 230 blood knights in the first three rows had already entered the coverage of the chanting magic.

Some of them received the call to attack, while others were still in the process of running.

The shoulder blades of the horses at the rear hit the rump of the horses in front, and the two rows were getting closer and closer.

Then they simply collided with each other, bouncing off each other and pulling each other's legs backwards.

The previously safe distances between the war horses continued to shrink, and every gap was filled with the rushing blood knights.

The friction of shoulder armor, the collision of thighs, and even the sweat left on the horse's back can splash onto another warhorse.

Before anything happened, more than a dozen Blood Knights had already tripped and rolled on the ground because the distance was too close.

"Woo woo woo--" The red-robed monk was still trying to stop the bloody knights, but the chanting stopped abruptly at this moment.

The chanting stopped, the horn sounded, and the monk's command occupied the brain again -

"Stop!"

Some Blood Knights responded, while others did not.

The reins were entangled around their arms, the stirrups were locked around their saddles, and some were moving forward while others were moving backward.

The originally neat array immediately became tangled together like a tangled mess.

His throat seemed to shrink together, and Das tried twice before he roared: "Holy Thunder!"

The clockwork cannon roared, and the cherry-sized shotgun shells brought out puffs of blood mist, drilling holes in the Blood Knight's rotten flesh.

"Holy Gun, shoot in three rows!"

Lead rushed towards the war horses, and in the end only less than fifty blood knights rushed to the front of the formation.

After knocking away a dozen people in the front row, they were forced to stop by the spears and holy guns, and the long halberds stretched out and hooked down.

Before the blood knights could struggle free, the strong monk with a cross on his chest chopped off their heads with an axe.

"Go to hell, devil!" The corrupted blood splashed onto Fang Zheng's head, the chaplain who was accompanying the army, but he looked more like a monk than the monks of Bilea.

The majestic chaplain raised his axe and gun high: "Follow me and charge. Let's send them to see the Holy Lord!"

"Send them to see the Holy Lord!"

"Except for the first three rows, don't chase, keep your spears erected and be ready to anchor at any time!" Das roared.

As long as they follow this routine and leave no loopholes, the Blood Knights will never be able to break through.

They had to buy time for the monks of the chapter to regroup in the rear.

As expected, the Blood Knights had no way to deal with this move and could only keep trying to charge.

Every time, thirty or fifty blood knights were either shot down by lead bullets or stopped by the tight phalanx of spears.

Once, twice, three times... they were never able to break through, no matter how angry and frustrated Alaric was.

The Blood Knights had just broken through the horizontal formation of two Chongxin regiments, but they were trapped here again!

By less than 1500 infantrymen!
There was no smile on Das's face, he knew that this situation would not last long.

The Blood Knight has appeared, so could the Imperial Order Company be far behind?
Soon, two Kush Rangers returned from the Gray Robe Hill in a cloud of dust.

"Captain Darth, be careful, the Imperial Order Company is setting off."

"Who is leading the team?"

"I didn't see it clearly, but when he set out, it was King Leia himself who led the horse for him!"

Without saying anything, or even taking out the telescope, Darth knew who it was.

A giant steel beast appeared on the battlefield, bringing with it nearly a thousand of the most elite imperial knights and nearly a thousand imperial knights.

"Great Knight..." Horn put down the telescope with a complicated expression, "Laffer."

(End of this chapter)