When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 929: Forward, forward! Raise our flag! (End)
After breaking the holy flag, nothing seemed to change.

But Laful knew that the changes were much greater than what appeared to the naked eye.

The holy flag was broken, the saint was seriously injured, and the saint's grandson was chased by the blood knight and fled into the river in a panic.

Lance pierced throats more smoothly, warhorses cut through horizontal formations more easily, and even the gunners' lead bullets were not as accurate as before.

In the eyes of the Knights of the Imperial Order, this was too abnormal, but in Laffer's eyes it made sense.

All the resilience of these Holy League soldiers is based on one thing, that is, their firm belief in that crazy Pope.

That military flag represented the symbol of the Pope's invincibility, but at this moment it was broken!

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When Kaler pulled his calf out from under the warhorse, he felt a piercing pain before he could even stand up.

The pain was so severe that even the blurry vision after the coma became clear.

His calf was broken.

He gritted his teeth, tied the scabbard of the saber to his calf, supported himself with a branch, and then stood up with one foot raised.

However, after seeing everything clearly, Kaler felt like he was still in a dream after a coma.

Footsteps swayed in confusion on the grass covered with flowers and berry bushes, and the scorching sun burned armor and streams.

The grassy smell of horse manure, the rusty smell of blood plasma, and the sour smell of leather soaked in sweat were all mixed together.

As far as the eye can see, there are wounded soldiers and corpses lying on the ground, with blood pouring out of their wounds.

Crows were already circling in the air, even pecking at the wounds of the unconscious soldiers.

Mengsai commanded the Guards Regiment to use their best skills and retreat in turns towards the direction of the camp.

In the rear, Das continued to gather the defeated soldiers and reorganize the army.

But everyone can feel that something is wrong.

After the holy flag was broken, several regiments made continuous mistakes and coordination errors of varying degrees.

After several attacks, except for two Holy Armor Guards who were still struggling to hold on, the remaining nearly ten regiments, including those that came to support, were on the road to collapse.

The infantry formation torn apart by the cavalry was like a rotten wood split by a giant axe. The six-row deep square formation exploded from the center into dozens of whirlpools of flesh and blood.

The knights of the Imperial Order were still charging into these whirlpools of flesh and blood, and broken spear shafts were flying in the torrent of cavalry.

Like shooting birds with a slingshot, every time the knight rushed through a whirlpool, they would scatter like birds and beasts.

Kaler was not good at arithmetic, but he could still find that most of the other troops had already dispersed.

His gaze turned to the holy flag lying on the ground, and Kaler's heart ached.

How many times had Horn arrived carrying the holy flag and led them to defeat the enemy?
How many times have they been inspired by the holy flag and defeated terrible enemies?

The monks all knew that with Horn's arrival, victory would come.

So far, His Majesty has never been defeated.

They can win, the Holy Alliance can win, all thanks to Your Majesty!

But now the holy flag has fallen, the Holy Grandson is gone, they are just a group of farmers' soldiers, but they have to face the strongest knight in the empire.

Can you still win?

This question not only lingers in the minds of all the brothers in the chapter, but also in Kaler's mind.

Can you still win?

Can you win?
His body trembling, Kaler limped towards the broken flagpole.

He walked faster and faster, and finally, almost ignoring the pain in his calves, he rushed forward on tiptoe.

"What are you doing? Which chapter are you from?"

The military priests who were shooting arrows with bows discovered the boy, but had no hands to stop him. They could only watch him run to the holy flag.

Holding the flag as thick as the rim of a cup with both hands, Kaler almost fainted from the heavy weight of the flagpole and the pain in his calves.

His face turned red, and under the dull gazes of the defeated and wounded soldiers around him, he raised the holy flag from the ground to shoulder height.

"We can't lose!" Kaler's voice was tearful.

He didn't know if he could win, but—

"Can't lose!"

Kaler gritted his teeth, his shoulders were rubbed bloody by the flagpole, but he still shouted with all his might.

If they lose, what will my sister and brother-in-law do? If they lose, who will pay for old Laffer's pension?
He shouted, but the holy flag could not be lifted up. His strength alone was still too weak.

He tried hard to lift the flagpole, but he couldn't stand firmly on the ground and couldn't lift it up.

"Get up, get up!"

Before he finished speaking, Kaler felt the heavy flagpole on his shoulders suddenly become lighter.

He turned his head and saw a strange officer.

Wolowitz nodded to the unknown young cavalryman in front of him and held up the flagpole with his only remaining left hand.

"Can't lose!"

Using his left hand, Wolowitz also shouted through gritted teeth.

His newly built home, his wife, and his unborn child were all sheltered under the wings of the Holy Union.

He couldn't lose, he couldn't lose! He had to stand firm even if he died, and he had to protect his child even if he died. His child couldn't have the same fate as Sister Therese.

“We can’t lose!” Dietrich rushed over with blood and dust on his face, holding the flagpole with both hands.

Shenglian is a good place, Shengsun is a good person, and they are the only ones who do not delay wages and provide pensions.

Only in the Holy League, where he is a heroic brother of the Chapter and not a beggar soldier, does he have dignity.

He actually has dignity. This is the first and only place in the world that gives him dignity.

"Can't lose!"

"Raise the holy flag!"

"One, two, three...harder!"

One hand after another stretched out, one shoulder after another, and more than a dozen Holy League soldiers held up the flagpole.

Amid the swirling rout, as if time had gone back, the holy flag slowly stood up once again.

A strong wind blew, and the flag representing the Holy Alliance fluttered again.

So dazzling, so bright.

"Look, look at this—" Kaler's unpleasant voice, like a drake, echoed throughout the battlefield with the help of the monk who amplified the sound, "Our flag is standing up!"

Kaler's throat-wrenching cry even suppressed the noise of the battlefield for a moment.

The soldiers, who were originally confused and frightened, raised their heads in surprise and looked at the battle flag from afar.

The people under the flag were not the Holy Grandson, but countless strange yet familiar people wearing the uniforms of the Holy Alliance.

"Your Majesty is not here, it is our turn to protect our Holy Alliance and our home!"

"Your Majesty has said that the Holy Alliance belongs to you, us, and everyone!"

"This is our home. Can't we protect our Holy Union?"

As the blood from the broken arm continued to flow, Wolowitz also roared: "Forward, forward, forward with the spear, forward!"

"Forward, forward, raise our flag!"

Amid the roar, the gear-shaped sun flag was actually moving forward slowly.

The soldiers guarding the flag strode forward, and the flag also moved forward against the flow of people.

It’s like the Holy Grandson has arrived!
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"You can actually fight back?"

Despite having tried the Holy Alliance's resilience countless times, Lavr still marveled at it.

These are indeed a group of respectable opponents, and the most respectful way to show your respect to your opponents is to kill them all.

"follow me!"

Looking at the advancing banner, Laffer immediately decided to attack again to completely crush their hopes.

But when he attacked again, he found that the situation had changed.

The battle line that had been as smooth as a hot knife cutting through butter became muddy, and the retreating war monks stopped.

They raised their heads and looked at the big flag that was still moving forward.

The screams of fear gradually died down, and the panicked expressions became more determined.

"What are they doing? What are they doing?" Raffl couldn't believe his eyes as he rushed back again.

Ulala's retreating battle formation, a mixture of yellow, white, gray and black, was actually reorganizing!

Moreover, they were not reorganized into chapters. Each new horizontal formation was filled with chapter monks in various uniforms.

The defeated soldiers, having lost their command, are spontaneously reorganizing their formation.

The officer did not run away, but commanded the unfamiliar soldiers, who actually obeyed his command.

In other words, they formed a queue with strangers, accepted the command of unfamiliar officers, and fought back spontaneously in the absence of generals!

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"Okay, I will temporarily appoint you as the commander of the Holy Alliance's Fifth Corps! You will provide flank cover!"

"Yes!"

"Go over there and notify the horizontal formation over there to join us. A corps commander will be here soon."

"Yes."

Leading two Chongxin Corps mixed with defeated soldiers from other regiments, Das rode on his horse and continued to integrate the defeated soldiers in circles.

In an instant, in addition to the two Chongxin Corps, two other horizontal formations were reorganized and continued to advance following the Pope's holy flag.

In one corps, there are Shadow Crows, Guards, and Black Champions.

It was the first time they met, yet they seemed like brothers who had known each other for a long time. They stood shoulder to shoulder, raised their spears and hoisted their holy guns.

"Forward, forward, with spears forward, forward, raise the flag of the Holy League!"

"We are the Savior Army of the Holy Alliance. Our boots will crush the tyrants!"

As if he was commanding his own regiment, Das directed this mixed regiment with ease, and even had the mood to call back the drummer.

The drums began to beat, the bagpipes began to play again, and Das was the first to roar: "Ancient heroes are nowhere to be seen, sing."

"In ancient times, heroes were nowhere to be seen, but nowadays we have lead bullets and cannonballs."

"I have never heard of the hand of the Holy Father, the indestructible clockwork gun."

"We monks are all chosen by God, so we are not afraid even if there are thousands of difficulties."

"Sing me row after row, the Holy Alliance Savior Army!"

At the beginning there were some discordant noises, but as the sounds grew louder, the singing became more and more uniform.

Even though we were strangers, and some of us didn't even speak the same language, when we sang this familiar tune, the small barriers disappeared.

"Attack, keep attacking, one third of their Knights of the Order have been wiped out!" Das drew out his saber and walked at the front of all the horizontal formations.

…………The singing is boiling and the armor is clanging.

He ducked his head suddenly to avoid the six-pound cannon shell flying from the top of the hill, but Laffer had no intention of looking back.

The originally loose formation was twisted together like a rope, blocking the Knights of the Imperial Order.

Raffl suddenly realized that this was the final moment: "Don't stop, keep charging!"

The hooves of the war horses smashed down, and lead bullets swept across the battlefield.

Lavel charged forward with his head covered, shotgun shells and lead bullets rained down on him, and even the dragon-blood horse wailed.

But the knight on the saddle seemed to feel nothing and stuffed a bottle of scarlet potion into the dragon blood horse's mouth.

The wounds on his body became more and more dense, and even the white crystal steel began to fall off like biscuit crumbs.

One floor, two floors, three floors...

Although they were a ragtag group of troops, they were struggling more than the first time they charged.

"Xilulu--" The dragon blood horse howled for the first time and even began to kick its hind legs. The scales on its hind legs fell off, revealing the flesh.

The lead bullet and the magic spell hit the exposed part, leaving a bloody mess.

While the reorganized corps of the defeated soldiers in the rear had not yet arrived to provide support, Laffer risked having his helmet pulled off and charged to the front of the flag for the second time.

This time, he even rushed to the bottom of the flag.

The lance swept across, and the dozen soldiers guarding the flag rolled out immediately. As for the big flag, it fell to the ground again and broke into three pieces.

"Breakout!"

Laffer shouted this and rushed out of the enemy camp for the second time, but the soldiers on both sides did not stop him. Instead, they took the initiative to make way for him.

When he was puzzled, he suddenly discovered that among the nearly one hundred knights of the imperial order who rushed into the enemy camp, more than fifty were left behind.

Lead bullets and buckshot swept through the Knights of the Imperial Order, knocking them off their horses one by one.

The monks finally understood the secret at this time. Even though Laffer was a great knight, he was afraid of being pulled off his horse and fighting on foot, because he would be bombarded with live bullets by the Falcon Cannon.

Shotgun bombardment and live ammunition bombardment are two different concepts.

So why bother to actively attack the Big Knight? Why avoid the Big Knight and focus on attacking the Order Knight? Consume the Order Knight completely and the Big Knight will have to retreat even if he doesn't want to.

At this moment, even though Laffer was a great knight, it was difficult for him to charge out from around the big flag.

Laffer's own injuries, which accumulated over time, were a minor matter. The most important thing was that the dragon-blood horse was about to die.

It has no blessing or protection.

Despite Laffer's protection, it still took all the lead bullets and messy magic.

Just sending its master to the place where he would reunite with the other Knights of the Imperial Order had exhausted the dragon-blood horse's strength.

The dragon-blood horse fell to the ground, its four legs twitching and blood foam flowing from its mouth.

Rafeel could only reach out to cover its eyes and instantly pierce the back of its head with a knife.

At least this way it can die without pain.

The sacrifice of this dragon-blood horse was worth it, at least it broke the monks' holy flag once again.

After climbing onto the second dragon-blood horse, Laffer just breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked towards the battlefield, he was stunned.

"You, you..." Lavr's lips trembled and he couldn't utter complete words.

The flag that had just been knocked down by him was now being firmly and slowly erected for the second time.

Even the people who guarded the flag the second time were not the same as the first time.

"Forward, forward, raise our flag!"

The voice seemed to come from beyond the clouds, ringing in Laffer's ears like a huge bell. He was silent for a few seconds: "Continue to prepare for the charge."

"Are you still charging? Let's retreat." The attendant whispered.

"No, I'm going to keep going to destroy their flag. Who's coming with me? It's not over yet!"

"It's over!" The captain of the Imperial Knights Company couldn't help but yelled.

Rafe turned his head away stubbornly, his eyes full of bloodshot: "Not yet, if we try again, we will surely be able to defeat the enemy."

"Open your eyes and see, we have already lost." The captain spitted and his words were almost pleading, "Nearly half of the infantry in the front line have been defeated, and it is only the remaining square knights and squire knights who are holding on.

The Blood Knights were lured into the river by the Saint's grandson using some unknown means, and were either washed away or killed by the twelve-pound cannon.

There were 1,100 Knights of the Order when we charged, and look, there are less than 500 left!
Originally they were on the brink of collapse, and so were we, so we could still fight, the only thing was to see who collapsed first.

But now, there is no hope! ”

Lavle, however, could not hear anything, as if he had gone mad: “No, remember, that flagpole is the soul of the Holy Alliance. If we break this soul, we will win even if we lose.

Can they raise the holy flag once or twice, but knock it down three or four times?"

"But you don't have the ability to hold up the holy flag three or four times!" The captain looked at Laffer in front of him with tears in his eyes.

When changing the breastplate, the captain of the company could already see the injuries that Laffer had suffered.

The red dragon's breath left scorch marks, the lightning created blisters, and the poisonous mist corroded the blue-black rotten flesh.

Not to mention the lead, iron sand, arrows and armor pieces buried deep in the flesh and blood. The wounds were wriggling, squirming out streams of dark poisonous blood.

As for the bones in the body, although they cannot be seen, everyone is a veteran of the battlefield and can tell how many bones are broken by looking at Laffer's movements.

Compared to his peak condition at the beginning, Laffer is now seriously injured.

However, the great knight's serious injury is different from the serious injury of an ordinary person. He is still some distance away from death, but his combat power has slightly decreased.

"I still have some!" Lavle shouted, using the new white crystal steel plate armor to cover the scars, "Where's the monk? Call him over to replenish the blessing. The effect of my angel's spirit is decreasing."

With a wry smile, the company captain stepped aside, revealing the monks lying on the ground who were either seriously injured or dead.

Not far away, there were some black-robed corpses of Shadow Crow soldiers.

"The Shadow Raven soldiers raided and killed or seriously injured most of the monks we brought with us. The rest basically ran away."

Raffl's body stiffened, and he sat on the horse for a long time without saying a word.

"We are the Savior Army of the Holy Alliance, our boots will crush the tyrants!"

"Lance forward, forward!"

"Forward, forward, raise our flag!"

The six-pounder shells flew through the air, smashing deep craters into the ground.

The knights of the imperial order ran between the horizontal formations, and were often shot through the chest by three-pound falcon cannons and fell to the ground.

More and more Imperial Knights fled the battlefield, while four regiments of the front-line infantry regiments were constantly arriving.

Under the protection of the Holy Gun Cavalry, Horn threw the Blood Cloud into the river and finally escaped from the pursuit of the Blood Knights.

Amid countless cheers, Horn jumped off his horse and personally carried the holy flag: "For freedom, for dignity, for home!"

"For home!"

Amidst the overwhelming roar, Laffer finally spoke: "Get off your horse."

Although the company captain was puzzled, he still dismounted.

Grabbing his collar, Lavle threw him onto the dragon-blood horse and got off the horse himself: "This horse is a precious asset of the Leia royal family. I order you to take this horse back to protect His Highness!"

After saying that, Lafleur whipped the dragon blood horse on its buttocks, leaving only the captain's surprised cry in the air: "Sir Lafleur, what about you?"

The captain couldn't hear Laffer's answer because the dragon blood horse was too fast.

After paying tribute to Lavr, he ordered the knights to chase after the captain.

"Me?" Riding on an unknown and ordinary warhorse, Lavr pulled down his visor and said, "Togismond, I will guard your backs, just like usual."

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When Horn arrived at the scene, the horse under Laffer had been burned by the plasma bomb.

The old knight turned over and dismounted, but did not fall. Instead, he once again assumed a fighting stance.

Steam with a rusty smell belched out of the breathing hole of the helmet. Laful roared like a beast and swung his sword.

The three spearmen who rushed towards him from behind were all torn into two pieces from right shoulder to left hip, with their intestines all over the ground.

He bent down to pick up the war hammer, swept it across, and knocked another Holy Armor Guard flying.

The monks formed a circle, and a clockwork cannon was pushed out from the crowd, pointing at Lavle from a distance.

His hair stood on end, and Lavle growled through gritted teeth.

"Roar--"

The great knight's chest roared, temporarily drowning out the noise of the battlefield; even his helmet was resonating.

"boom!"

Before Laffer could finish his roar, more than a dozen lead bullets from spiral rifles pierced his chest and arms.

At a distance of 20 to 30 meters, the power of the spiral gun is much greater than before, and some can even touch bones.

"rat!"

Horn narrowed his eyes. What flowed out of the hole in the torn arm armor was not blood, but some kind of black, crude oil-like liquid.

Even if you follow it from forty or fifty meters away, you can still smell the strong smell of decay and mildew.

"Go and shout that Rafe is dead."

Horn whispered to the staff officers beside him.

Soon, shouts of "Laffer is dead" were heard all over the mountains and plains. Many infantrymen who had been resisting from the rear, when they saw that Laffer was indeed no longer on the battlefield, shouted, dropped their weapons and ran away.

Horn breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Jeanne was only seriously injured.

He looked at the great knight, stroked his chin and began to ponder how to deal with him.

The great knight still held his neck high and raised his chin, "What can you do, lowly people? You can kill me, but you can't kill Leia's knight!"

Horn blew a whistle, and several spiral gunners nearby immediately understood what was going on and fired their guns.

The lead bullet penetrated the hole in the thigh armor, pierced the bone plate and shattered the knee.

Supporting himself with the long-handled war hammer, Laffer still did not kneel down, but stood still.

boom--

The second shot shattered both of Laffer's kneecaps, but he still used the warhammer to keep his balance and did not kneel down.

"That's right, just break his limbs like this." Horn nodded with relief, "Go tell the secret party that it's possible to capture him alive for experiments.

First use up all his divine blessings, then use a mist like intoxicating to numb him.

Oh, by the way, remember to send a copy of the experimental data to the Holy See for use in subsequent countermeasures against the Great Knight."

"Is this how you deal with it? Treating a noble knight like this?" Lavel's hearing was quite good due to the blessing of divine power, and he could still hear it from such a distance.

"Why don't you ask the people who died because of your cruelty?"

"What's so noble about you?" Lavle stared at Horn, "But you are the founding king, your soldiers trust you more and their morale is higher.

If Tormund Ghis and his men were here today, Leia would have been the winner."

"It wasn't me who beat you." With a gratified smile, Horn turned around and pointed at the brothers of the regiment who were cheering, jumping, waving their flags, and crying and laughing in the distance.

“…but them.”

(End of this chapter)