Chapter 564: Be careful, Captain!
The gentle sunshine shines on the fields. In the farmland near the camp, the farmers are frightened and drag their families into their huts and reed swamps.
When Prince Condai's army passed by, the rumble on the ground could even shake the ash off the beams.
Those who were brave enough to look through the cracks in the door could see a long line of people walking on a country road as far as the eye could see.
The farmers couldn't see clearly what they were wearing, but most of them were black, blue and gray robes and armor, with a shiny chainmail outside.
Looking at the colorful flags, the farmers knew they were mercenaries of His Highness the Prince.
When the order company passed by, several farmers first removed the door panels, looked around, then took out the plow horses or donkeys from their stables, shook off the pull of their relatives, and ran towards the abandoned arrow tower that warned.
Soon, thick or thin black smoke rose from where the knights passed.
The horse's hooves stepped on the solid ground of the King's Avenue. Prince Condai's majestic body pressed on the back of a five-spotted horse, making the horse gasp for breath.
Smelling the burnt smell of burning straw, he looked around and saw pillars of smoke rising from behind the reeds in the forest.
The prince sneered: "No wonder I keep being ambushed. I understand why."
"These local villagers are really ungrateful." An accompanying knight could not help but stare.
Racunho revealed the truth in one sentence: "It is probably organized by those rats. Those villagers always have relatives and friends in the Saint Sun Rebel Army."
Rats are what La Cunho calls the Saint Sun Rebels.
However, this time the rats disturbed the nobles of Hotam County, causing Racunho to fall short, and he had to pay attention.
Prince Condai looked at the black smoke that continued to stretch into the distance, and asked the attendant beside him: "Are the former armies fighting?"
"Previous reports said that there are still 5 miles to fight, and Griffin should have taken over by now."
"I guess Griffin and the others are no match." Prince Condé said to Lacunio without any mercy, "We have to send knights to support us. The order company should stay away first and let the hired mercenary knights go."< br>
Lacunio nodded: "Call Montus and lead ten lancers and two hundred mercenary knights to press forward."
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"I can't stand it anymore, leader."
"Mad, you've been holding on for a while now and you can't hold it anymore. Stop talking nonsense. The people behind you will be here soon."
While yelling angrily, Griffin hid under the shield and pedaled to cock the heavy crossbow.
As soon as he wound up the strings, Griffin heard a rapid whooshing sound. The large shield on the door panel next to him kicked up dust, and the body of a companion had fallen in front of him.
Half of the face was peeking out from the gap on the side of the door panel. Not far away, about 70 to 80 meters away, along both sides of the road were North's horse archers roaming and shooting.
Among the creeks and weeds sandwiched by bushes, 1,000 Guardsmen formed two battle formations, one in front and one behind.
This area contains farmland, fences and residential buildings. It is difficult for the Salvation Army to deploy its horizontal array, so it can only stand in front and back.
From Griffin's perspective, this is terrifying enough.
Ru Lin's spears had a double shadow, and the spear tips swayed like waves as they marched. The armor made a crackling sound as the six hundred spearmen lined up in a 50x12 square array and slowly moved forward.
On both sides of the forest of spears, the holy musketeers who had finished their rounds leaned their holy muskets on their shoulders in accordance with the "Soldier's Holy Book". They turned their backs on the enemy amidst the flying arrows and walked towards the last line of the team's passage. Row.
Behind them, another group of holy musketeers took a step forward in unison, raising their holy muskets in unison and placing them on the gun racks.
Seeing this scene, Griffin suddenly retracted his head, and then he heard another whooshing sound through the air.
The door shield shook violently, and a few hot sawdust splashed onto Griffin's face.
He immediately lay down on the ground and waited for the volley to be fired. Looking at the holes in the shield that leaked light, he couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva and cursed angrily: "You are looking for death. You are so close, aren't you afraid of shooting one of your own?"< br>
After he finished cursing, he whistled, quickly stood up from behind the shield, narrowed his right eye, and aimed at a spearman in the front row.
Pulling the trigger, the bowstring trembled, blood splattered from the spearman's throat, and he fell straight in the team.
At the same time, the heavy crossbowmen of the Eagle Group fired crossbow arrows one after another.
Nearly a hundred crossbow arrows flew out, splashing dust on the dirt road, and the tail feathers of the arrows on the fences and walls of the houses were even trembling.
More than ten or twenty soldiers in the front row fell immediately, and some arrows fell at the feet of the soldiers, but this did not affect the opponent's pace at all, and there were actually some who continued to march with arrows hanging on their bodies.
The division captains waved their feather spears and ordered the spearmen in the back row to speed up a few steps and fill the original vacancies.
The shining spear was only less than 50 meters away from the Eagle Regiment's military formation.
"Damn it!" Griffin yelled behind him, "Wear armor, go to the front with shields and hammers. Where are the swordsmen and axemen? Prepare to break out!"
Turning his head, Griffin licked his dry lips through the hole that leaked light. This was really difficult to handle.
In this battle, Griffin grabbed the vanguard position from Sternberg of the Death Regiment.
In order to seize the crossing bridge in front of the Salvation Army camp in advance, he led one-third of the regiment and more than 300 guards at the forefront.
But Griffin never expected that the Salvation Army would advance faster than them.
Before they could get close to the bridge, the enemy had already crossed the bridge and ran in front of them.
You know, although everyone in the Eagle Group knows the breathing method, their physical strength is not unlimited.
They were indeed able to wear armor while marching, but the soldiers were still lazy. Most of them took off their armor and planned to wait until before the battle to put it on to save energy.
For reasons of marching speed, Griffin acquiesced.
The result was that as soon as the battle began, the front row was defeated by a wave of holy wind and a wave of spear charges.
Fortunately, the morale and training of the Eagle Regiment were not bad, and the soldiers who had not removed their armor quickly pushed back with their shields.
After selling the three hundred guards, Griffin led his people back to the convoy behind them and put on some weapons and armor. The two sides opened up their stance and continued fighting.
But Griffin had to admit that the devil's lightning rod was really powerful, and it suppressed them so hard that they couldn't even lift their heads.
If this continues, it is estimated that if they can hold on for another two-quarters of an hour, they will really be defeated.
Griffin traveled all over the country and encountered such a disgusting fighting style and such disgusting soldiers for the first time.
"Bring our heavy sword over here... lost it, where did it go? There at the fork in the road, I'll hit you!" He kicked the servant over and picked up an ordinary fine iron flame-shaped sword. Griffin shrank. Holding his neck, he gathered with the heavily armored axemen.
Just when the soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding large shields were about to fill the front row, quite suddenly, the advancing Salvation Army suddenly stopped.
Even they are slowly retreating for some unknown reason?
When everyone was confused, Griffin looked at the North horse archers who were rushing up. He immediately reacted, stood up straight with joy, turned his head and shouted behind him: "Knight, it's a knight. Our knight is here. These bows are here." The cavalry is covering the retreat of the infantry."
"Captain, be careful!"
"Captain, what are you doing, Commander!"
Among a group of infantrymen hiding behind carts and shields, Griffin stood particularly eye-catching, and was immediately shot at by horse archers riding high-grade black horses.
Of course, with so many years of battlefield experience, Griffin couldn't be easily shot. Besides, the door panel and shield were just a few steps away. Is it possible that he had to stand still and catch the arrow from his back?
Wearing heavy armor, Griffin rolled on the spot and was only hit by a few arrows.
He even wore silk underwear, so there were only a few bloody spots on his back.
The horse archers started the classic circling and firing tactics, circling back and forth around the infantry, and from time to time a wave of arrows fell.
But just as Griffin expected, within a few minutes, before the Salvation Army disappeared from sight, three hundred knights cut through the weeds and farmland and rushed over.
The horse archers led by Murat immediately gave up on Griffin and the others, and instead entangled with the horse archers.
The lances chased the horse's tail, and Murat's horse archers turned around and feinted from time to time, or dragged the mercenary knights towards the other side. Once the mercenary knights turned to chase the Salvation Army, Murat would immediately turn around with his troops and hit the mercenary knights with a volley of arrows.
Griffin, who finally got a chance to breathe, put an arrow in his back and began to command:
"Everyone wears armor immediately. These farmers are not easy to fight. They are even harder to fight than vampire pirates. You, go and pick up my heavy sword right away!"
"The Salvation Army hasn't left yet."
"You lost it, you pick it up for me." Griffin put a big sword on the servant's neck, "Are you going?"
The servant looked sad and ran towards the place where the heavy sword fell with his head downcast.
At this time, Griffin ignored the arrows and climbed to the top of a wooden house, looking towards the retreating Salvation Army.
They are about to disappear from sight at this moment. It is estimated that it will be difficult to chase them now. It is best to wait for the whole army to gather... huh?
Griffin stretched his neck suddenly, looked up at the sun, and then looked at the retreat direction of the Salvation Army.
The bridge across the river should be on the west side. Why did they run towards the south side?
Wait, no, their guide was frightened by the knights and took the wrong route.
"Sir Knight, Sir Knight, they are going the wrong way!" Griffin shouted towards the knight Montus who led the team, "To the south is the Nauan River, a dead end, a dead end! Tangle them, and we can penetrate the armor Defeat them.”
Passing by Griffin, Montus didn't reply, but the attendant beside him waved the flag at him.
Griffin knew that Montus heard it.
Even if he didn't hear it, the knight squire would pass the message for him.
After all, wearing a heavy, full-face beak helmet, it is normally difficult to hear the sound clearly, and even dialogue requires shouting.
Seeing Montus leading the mercenary knights while fighting with the horse archers, they chased the Salvation Army closely.
Griffin patted the dust on his hands with satisfaction and shouted to the messenger:
"Send it back. Our army has a great victory. We have driven back two enemy squadrons and are ready to pursue!"
On one side, Griffin was still compiling a battle report, while on the other side, Montus divided into two groups. One group continued to fight with the slippery horse archers, while the other group chased the infantry.
The horse archers were also divided into two groups, but obviously the other group did not have Murat's command ability and was quickly thrown away, allowing them to pursue the direction of the two Guards Corps of the Salvation Army.
The sparse branches above the head blocked the sun, and the light spots quickly passed over the helmet.
The heart of Aritug Jin Ham, who was rushing in the second row, was beating fast. Although he was a wandering mercenary knight, he never gave up on becoming a fief knight.
Those who could successfully wipe out two squadrons of the Salvation Army were all dead, and no one claimed the reward.
As long as he entangles them and attracts a large force, the contribution he will receive will definitely not be small.
Maybe you can get a fief, you might even be able to join the Imperial Company as a substitute, become an Imperial Knight, become an Imperial Company captain, marry the daughter of an earl, and reach the pinnacle of your life!
However, Alituge understood that the promotion and conferment of knights was not about fighting, but about worldliness, and being appreciated by the chief officer, Lord Montus, was the first step.
Thinking of this, Alituge couldn't help but raise his head and look at Montus who was rushing in the front row...
Eh? Where is Lord Montus?
The next second, Alituge felt the horse jolt. He subconsciously looked back and saw Montus lying on the ground, with blood dripping from his chest and a huge horse hoof mark on his face.
"Bang bang bang!"
Hearing a sharp whistling and a sound like exploding beans, Alituge was shocked to find that clouds of blood mist suddenly exploded in front of the knights in the front row.
The war horses whined, and their bodies collided and squeezed against each other.
Without even seeing the enemy in front of them, the knights on horseback covered their chests or shoulders and rolled down from their horses while wailing.
"What's going on? Where is the enemy..." Ali Tuge turned around and shouted loudly to the people next to him.
"Careful!"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a huge force coming from his shoulders, causing him to lean back.
If he hadn't subconsciously grabbed the saddle, he would have almost been taken off the horse.
Grasping the reins and exerting force, Alituge turned over and sat upright before taking a frightened look behind him.
Through the eye slit of the bucket helmet, when Ali Toge looked away, he saw a clearly visible long indentation on his left shoulder.
What was that shot for, an arrow? But I clearly didn’t see the arrow.
The fall of the knights in the front row triggered a chain reaction, and a group of knights fell together.
Since there were war horses on both sides, Alituge had no choice but to continue moving forward.
Controlling the horse under his seat, Alituge jumped over his companion who was lying on the ground howling and rushed out of the bushes.
Leaving the shelter of the cool trees and entering the river beach, the light shone directly on Ali Toge's face.
Everything in front of him seemed to be shrouded in holy light, making it impossible to see clearly.
He couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
But when his eyes gradually adapted and saw everything in front of him clearly, his pupils couldn't stop dilating. He immediately reined in the reins and loudly ordered to the horse under him: "Biscuit, stop, biscuit, stop!" ”
The horseshoe hit the pebbles, splashing out a series of sparks, and the biscuit made a shallow groove on the ground before finally stopping.
War Horse Biscuit snorted in dissatisfaction, which was a sign that he was asking for biscuits. However, Ali Toge ignored it today and just sat on the horse blankly.
The other knights also held their horses here and stood blankly on the high ground beside the river bank.
Not far away, he could see the short-haired infantry heading downhill towards the river beach.
But Alituge had no idea of pursuing him.
On the river, a simple dock was built at some point, and large barges were lined up waiting to dock.
The wooden board landing was shaking, and hundreds of densely packed Salvation Army troops jumped from the deck to the shore on pebbles and sand.
They quickly returned to their positions and assembled amidst the sound of passwords, flags and whistles, and organized their formation on the river beach.
Not far from the infantry, the orderlies pressed their shoulders against the Saint-Sun chariots and pushed them to the designated position.
In front of the densely arrayed spearmen, the Saint-Sun chariot formed a vague semicircle.
The wooden planks were placed horizontally on the truck body, and seventy or eighty spiral gun skirmishers in blue either half-knelt or stood on the wooden planks, shooting at them from a distance of nearly 300 meters.
This is not chasing the remnant enemy, this is clearly luring the enemy!
At least 3,000 Salvation Army soldiers gathered on the narrow beach!
A knight who reacted turned his head and ran towards the bushes: "Quick, go back and report to His Highness the Prince! Before they have transported all the troops ashore!"
"What?" Ali Tuge was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.
"Go and report to His Highness the Prince! Stop them from landing!"
After rushing past Ali Toge, the fellow knight raised his head and shouted, but as soon as he finished shouting, a blood mist rose behind his head.
Half of the spine covered with purple blood was exposed, and the knight's head hung in pieces on his chest.
His pupils dimmed instantly, and he lay straight on the horse, letting the horse carry the body towards the bushes in horror.
Lying on the horse's back in embarrassment, Alituge stuck out his butt like a coward, and escaped into the bushes with narrow escapes amid the stray bullets whizzing around him.
(End of chapter)