When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 927: Forward, Forward! Raise our flag! (XV)

"Alaric!" No matter how patient he was, Laffer couldn't help but roar out in anger at this moment.

On the three undulating earth slopes, it was like red water flooding over the grass, with nearly a thousand blood knights rushing forward in a dense and chaotic formation.

When the bloody horn sounded, the Blood Knights were able to charge towards the Guards Regiment not far away according to Lavel's plan at first.

But within a few seconds, these blood knights suddenly made a 180-degree turn and headed in the completely opposite direction!
Damn it, Alaric, what the hell are you doing!
As if sensing its master's anger, the dragon blood horse began to roar.

According to the original plan, the Blood Knights should have charged directly at the Guards Regiment. Why were they charging in the direction of the earth slope?!

The reason why Lavle sent the Blood Knights to attack the Guards Regiment was because the tactic of charging was relatively simple.

However, the artillery position on the slope was protected by a breastwork and earthen wall, so attacking the position was much more complicated than a simple charge.

What's more, the order to destroy the clockwork warehouse requires thinking, which is difficult for the Blood Knights to understand and execute.

The urgent sound of horns came wave after wave, and even though he was far away, Laffer could hear the anxious sound.

In less than half a minute, Alaric came on horseback, speaking in a panic: "Sir Laful, something happened, the Blood Knights are out of control."

Laffer did not answer, but raised his visor, his cheeks bulged, and seven or eight blue veins appeared on his face, jumping like flesh worms.

How could he not be angry!
Even if Lavle wanted to clear the turrets as originally planned, the Blood Knights firmly blocked the path of attack.

If Lavle were to carry out the Blood Knights' original charge at this moment, it would mean -

They had to withstand the clockwork cannon and use two-thirds of their original strength to attack the most elite guards regiment of the Holy League.

After removing the clockwork cannon and adding the power of the Blood Knight, Laffer believed that this was a reliable impact force.

What now?
Lavle was left with only a thousand or so Knights of the Imperial Order and himself.

Oh, and there's Alaric.

Failed, failed again.

"Failure always runs through life." After pondering for a while, Laffer slowly raised his head.

As he spoke, hot white steam actually came out of his mouth in the summer.

Only those with sharp eyes can see the faint blood color in the steam.

Laffer always thought that his life was full of failures. When he was young, he failed to compete with his younger brother and lost his own estate.

When he was young, he was unable to compete with other knights, and after entering the royal family, he had to start as a page.

If the knight he served had not unexpectedly become the king, he would probably have been a squire with only the strength of a square-flag knight all his life.

Even in middle age, among the old king's retainers, although he was the closest to the old king, he was also the most useless.

Just like Alaric.

The only thing he could be proud of was that he practiced breathing techniques day and night, was promoted to a great knight, kept his promise to the old king, and protected his Kingdom of Leia.

All previous generations have passed away, and he is the last guardian of this kingdom.

At least Leia couldn't fall until he died.

The Second Thousand Valley War was Leia's revival war.

Since entering the Thousand River Valley, they have not had much success after swallowing up most of Hotam County in the early stages.

Failure, failure, failure, always from one failure to another.

Just like the national destiny of Leia, after the glory of its founding, there were one low point after another.

Is the Thousand Valley War another failure?

"What should we do next?" Alaric's voice rang out.

Lavle looked up in the direction of Jinigis in the distance, then turned his head to look in the direction of Changge City.

"My kingdom is now in your hands."

These are the words given to Raffl by the old King Tormund Ghis.

"My king, I leave it to you."

This was the last sentence Lavr said to Alaric before he turned and left.

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Riding on horseback, the wind blew the breathing holes on the visor, making a slight whistle.

Under the bird-beak helmet, Laffer's face was as calm as water and he breathed regularly.

But his heart was beating faster and faster and louder, so fast that even the other Knights of the Imperial Order who were following him could hear it.

"dispersion!"

Laffer's voice did not sound like a roar, but rather unusually calm, yet everyone could hear it clearly.

The Imperial Order Knights who had originally gathered together to charge instantly split into three triangular formations.

On the plain, three cone-shaped charge formations of 300 men galloped across the green land.

Armor clanged, horses panted, and what appeared before Laffer's eyes were the last two Chongxin Corps that had barely reorganized after their collapse.

Like a sharp cone inserted into a glass bottle, the last thousand-man Chongxin Army was pierced through, and countless corpses rolled in the air and on the ground like glass fragments.

The gray-yellow blocks instantly turned into small yellow dots, running backwards in chaos and disorder.

"Be careful of the clockwork cannon!" a Knight of the Imperial Order suddenly shouted.

"Boom boom boom——"

The clockwork cannon on the three slopes, while bombarding the Blood Knight, was able to spare a few six-pound cannons to bombard Laffer.

Waves of mud and dust rose among the loosely charging cavalry formations.

Occasionally there would be a shrill scream, and a knight would fly upside down and fall heavily to the ground.

The kicked-up dirt splashed into the gaps in Laffer's armor, but he remained unmoved.

"Mad, this great knight!"

"Focus on him, the tallest one."

Seeing that the three knights who were ordered to charge according to the company were getting closer and closer to the Guards Regiment, the Falcon Cannon had not yet been installed.

The guards guerrilla hunters couldn't bear it anymore.

Risking exposure, they stood up from the bushes and groves and concentrated their fire on Lafleur. The spiraling lead bullets broke through the air and shot at Lafleur accurately.

The lead bullet bounced off the armor, leaving small holes the thickness of silver coins.

"over there!"

Groups of imperial knights drew their bows and drew their arrows. With a bang, the thumb-thick arrows easily pierced through the bushes.

The bodies of the rows of guerrilla hunters shook as arrows pierced their bodies, nailing those guerrilla hunters who had no time to escape to the ground.

Screams and blood broke out.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Lavr could already see the flag of the Guards Regiment, the holy flag of the Pope representing the Holy Grandson.

However, between him and the holy flag, there were two front army corps and four central army corps.

Before he could see clearly, a battle flag with the Holy Grail printed on it rushed into Laffer's field of vision from the side.

"Dog Knight!" As if a lioness was roaring, three hundred Holy Pike Armored Knights came in a tide, led by Jeanna waving the Holy Grail flag.

Ta da da, da da da!
The world before their eyes was shaking, and both Raffl and Jeanne could see the enemy in front of them becoming clearer and clearer.

The clearer it became, the heavier the hearts of the Holy Gun Armored Cavalry felt.

It was too big. The knight in front of him was too big, taller than a house, stronger than a brown bear, but made of iron.

Feeling that the morale of the Holy Gun Cavalry was low, Jeanna immediately rushed out at the forefront as she had done before.

This is her most classic tactic, using lightning to kill the most elite enemy knights in the front.

But in the eyes of other Holy Gun Knights, Jeanna's back looked like she was charging towards a mountain in front of the huge Laffer.

The dragon-blood horse's front hooves stomped down heavily, and a muffled thunderous sound suddenly arose.

The war hammer in Lavr's hand slammed down with a hum, making a crisp metal collision sound on the electrified battle flag axe blade.

The huge force almost knocked Jeanne off her horse.

The knuckles of the saint were cracked, revealing the flesh and bones. She clenched her teeth tightly, and the ends of her hair shone with golden light: "Devil, go back to hell!"

A white light almost as bright as daylight suddenly burst out, and dozens of lightning bolts fell on his head, heading straight for the weak spot in Laffer's armor.

Lavr's face could not be seen clearly under the visor, and only a dull roar was heard: "Retreat!"

The sound seemed to have a physical form, spreading like a storm, and dozens of lightning bolts were cut in half by something invisible.

A blessing that only a great knight can receive, a divine art that only a monk at the patriarch level can bestow—[Angel Descent].

On the battlefield with the Flesh and Blood Court, almost every great knight must receive this blessing when fighting.

The effect is simple but powerful, equivalent to an instantaneous chanting of divine spells, and can suppress the casting of magic.

The golden color at the end of her hair faded away, and before Jeanna could react, she felt a flash before her eyes, and countless strange patterns reappeared before her eyes.

The war horses were crossing each other, and Laffer picked up a meteor chain hammer and threw it back without even looking at it.

Right in the heart!

"what--"

Thick blood flowed from between her teeth, and Jeanna threw herself forward and fell on the horse's back.

At the same time, the dragon-blood horse suddenly turned its head, opened its mouth and bit a piece of flesh from Jeanna's horse.

"Thorn-"

"Xilulu!"

Blood spurted out, and pink horse meat and white bones were exposed to the air.

The warhorse let out a whine, and fell to the ground with Jeanne in its arms, throwing her far away, causing her to roll several times on the ground.

Laffer did not pursue, but continued to rush towards the battle formation ahead.

“Ding—da—bang—”

The sound of the lead bullet hitting the white crystal steel armor was clear and audible, but Laffer was not on guard at all.

Laughing loudly, he swung his war hammer across the waist, smashing the Holy Gun Armored Knight in front of him into minced meat.

He snatched the saber, turned sideways and swung it down, sending a horse's head flying high into the air.

The Holy Gun Armored Knights, who had killed countless extraordinary knights, were killed and scattered for the first time!

Because he was blocked by the Holy Gun Cavalry, Laffer was still a step slower.

More than 600 imperial knights on both sides arrived first, charging from the front and back from the side angles.

The six Falcon Cannons roared alternately, and shotgun shells burst out like rain.

"Long live the Thousand River Valley!"

"Long live the Holy Union!"

"Long live the king!"

The sound of gun barrels breaking and the clanging of lead bullets piercing armor mixed together in the uproar.

The hot wind blew on my face, bringing with it blood mist and a fishy smell.

Withdrawing from the formation of the two guards regiments in the first row, the six hundred Imperial Order Knights were unable to break through the horizontal formation for the first time.

Now, they have to prepare for the second charge.

Just as the four second-line Guards Regiments in the rear were moving towards the front to support, unexpectedly, Lavle did not continue to charge the front army.

He skillfully bypassed the two regiments in front of him, and the buckshot from the Falcon Cannon and the lead bullets from the Holy Gunners chased after his horse's tail.

He actually charged straight towards the six corps further behind!

Monsey understood instantly: "That big knight, he wants to capture the flag, he wants to capture the flag!"

Laffer's target was the holy flag flying in the rear army, representing the Pope. He wanted to break that battle flag!

That holy flag that Booru, Nedsal, Elad, Prince Conte, and Cosme could not reach no matter how hard they tried!

That is the morale flag of the Holy Alliance. Breaking it and then attacking the remaining legions is the only and most likely way to defeat the Guards Regiment with only a thousand people!
Mengsai broke out in a cold sweat. Although the holy flag was there, the Holy Grandson had gone to lure the Blood Knights.

Without the encouragement of the Holy Grandson, is this Holy Flag still useful? !
"Attack step!"

(End of this chapter)