Chapter 569 For Freedom (Chapter 6k)
“It’s Prince Kong Dai, the authentic dog prince.”
A holy gunman on the mounds on both sides couldn’t help shouting, The eyes of the holy gunners immediately focused on the knight wearing purple feathers hanging from his head.
He is over two meters tall and almost three meters tall. He looks a little fat because he is too strong.
The heavy armor collided with the bumps, listening to the dull and distant sound of metal collision.
The expressions of the war monks on the mound changed.
How heavy it must be to have such a crashing sound.
"Don't be stunned, it's seventy meters away." The two division captains of the 50-man Holy Gun Team ordered, "Kneel in front and shoot standing up. After the shooting, we will return to the mound behind. Prepare to retreat.”
The clockwork key turned creakingly, and the clockwork struck the gears, as if it was a countdown.
Horse hooves were like war drums, beating on the heart of every war monk. They kept licking their dry lips, and they dared not wipe away the sweat on their palms.
Coming, coming, he is coming!
Like a huge iron mountain, Prince Kong Dai rushed toward the top of the mound with a plume of wild dust.
"Salvo!" the famous division captain shouted loudly.
“Praise the Holy Wind!”
Looking at the rapidly charging Prince Kong Dai, every holy gunman gritted his teeth and pressed the snake-shaped trigger hard with his swollen fingers.
The piercing screams echoed among the mounds and depressions. Under the classic kneeling forward and standing back shooting, the three rows of lead bullets roared, collided with each other and rushed towards the galloping knights.
On both sides of the charging column, seven or eight Knights of the Order immediately burst out with blood arrows and rolled off their horses.
When he fell to the ground, the armor was too heavy and even splashed with puddles of mud.
“Despicable!” Prince Condai cursed angrily, and continued to speed up his horse, “Attack, charge directly!”
In the eyes of countless hopeful eyes, the man who had just finished shouting Prince Condai's left and right shoulders suddenly shook, and at least four sparks of lead friction bloomed from his chest and arm armor.
"Hey, I hit it!"
Immediately, the orderlies from the rear clapped their hands and cheered, but they were kicked in the butt by the legion clerk.
“Ouch, what are you doing?”
The legion’s official letter looked livid: “Stop talking nonsense, look carefully!”
The orderly got up from the ground and stretched his arms. He craned his neck and looked at the battlefield, his eyes suddenly widened: "He, how can he still sit on the horse?!"
Several sparks and sparks appeared on his body, but none of them could break through Prince Kong Dai's defense.
The entire set of armor on his body is made of the most precious white crystal steel. Although it is 2mm thick, it can rival the hardness and toughness of 4mm mild steel.
Unless it accidentally hits the weak edge area of the armor, ordinary lead cannot break through the armor at all.
The only lead that penetrated the edge of the steel armor was stuck in Prince Kong Dai's muscle, unable to move forward even an inch.
If you look carefully, you can also see a translucent glow hidden in the shadow of the armor.
[Blessing·Blocking and Avoiding Arrows]
With the evolution of plate armor technology, this kind of protective blessing was originally eliminated because it occupied two blessing slots.
But under the suppression of clockwork guns, it was once again dug out from the garbage heap of history by the monks.
As a great knight, even though he is only on the road to promotion, the blessings he can carry have doubled to four to five.
After becoming an official Grand Knight, theoretically the blessings that can be carried are unlimited. The ancestors of the Jinque family of Prince Kongdai had a Grand Knight with thirteen blessings.
However, due to the level of magical skills of the monks, most of them would not exceed seven.
Prince Condé now has four blessings on his body:
He can cross all trenches and thorns by walking on flat ground, he can reduce the weight of his armor by lifting his weight lightly, and the Eye of St. George can strengthen his eyesight and thorns. Dynamic vision, arrow blocking and arrow avoidance form a protective film on the skin to block arrows and lead bullets.
The gilt decorations on the armor look extremely dazzling under the blessing flames and sunlight.
Although it was through the narrow eye slit of the bird's beak helmet, everyone seemed to be able to see those scarlet eyes.
The ground trembled, and a cold and slippery feeling, as if surrounded by poisonous snakes, crawled from the soles of the feet to the back. The calves of the mercenaries who had just been repelled actually started to tremble slightly.
You must know that the Prancing Soldiers who were originally standing in the first row have successfully retreated to the back, and those standing in the first three rows are veterans wearing full armor, with breathing skills, and holding fine iron spears. .
They are actually afraid too.
“Steady, steady!” Looking at the retreating holy gunmen on both sides and on the mound, Le Fay’s forehead was covered with beads of sweat. “The battle of Pavia was Let's stop the charge of the Command Company, and we can definitely do it this time.
We are the Guards Chapter, and the Guards Chapter is His Majesty’s favorite Chapter. We were the ones who won the battle in Pavia. We don’t want to ruin the honor of our Guards Chapter, and we don’t want to live up to His Majesty’s favor. If you trust me, don’t move!”
Le Fay didn't know if his encouragement was of any use. Prince Condai was already in front of him and there was no time to confirm.
"Leave the spear level!" the division captain of the Fifty-Man Team shouted.
Due to the narrow terrain on the top of the slope, the Salvation Army could not deploy in horizontal formations, but changed from horizontal formations to columns.
So they rarely adopted a battle formation of 20 columns and 30 rows. However, at this moment, the two fifty-man teams at the rear were already following the gunners from the depression corridor towards the third mound.
According to the plan made before the war, to prevent the knights from driving away the defeated troops and attacking the rear formation, and to facilitate the rear formation's cover, they evacuated across a mound.
The 20 gunners in the first row took a big step forward. They were almost in a half-crouching state. The tail end of the spear was pressed against the ground, and they stepped on it with their feet. The front hand held the barrel of the gun so that it thrust forward. state.
The spearmen in the second and third rows held down the tail end of their spears with one hand and raised the gun shaft to their chests with the other hand, pointing straight ahead.
The spearmen on both sides turned left and right, imitating the first row and thrusting their spears diagonally.
The petals made of lances spread out in all directions, waiting for the lances that were just around the corner.
The blades of grass shook, and the knights finally arrived with a wave of orders. Prince Condai at the front did not use a lance. He actually grabbed a long-handled war hammer with one hand and waved it freely.
"For freedom!"
The spearmen in the front row roared in unison.
Free? Prince Condai was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily. He leaned down and roared: "You untouchables dare to defile such a noble thing as freedom!"
It was like a long sword piercing it. The cloth and the spear shaft turned into scattered sawdust and dust.
The spearmen in the front row flew up one after another, screaming like rag dolls and falling to the ground. There was a chilling sound of bones breaking and flesh falling to the ground on the top of the slope.
"Bastard! Go to Hell!"
"You despicable rebels!"
While charging with the spears, seven or eight Knights of the Order were knocked to the ground.
Similar to the Battle of Pavia, the knights of the order were not afraid of landing. They smiled ferociously, drew their swords with their backhands, and rushed towards the war monks in the front row to kill.
The long sword slashed horizontally, the head flew high, and the severed arm rolled in the blood.
The most eye-catching one was Prince Kong Dai who entered the battle alone.
He waved the warhammer in his hand, dodging the spear nimbly.
He can even grab the spear, drag the spearman out, and then smash it down with a hammer, causing brains and blood to explode.
“Go to hell!”
As the halberdier roared, a knight who rushed too far forward was stabbed in the thigh by a spear and was dragged down by the halberdier. horse.
Seven or eight spears stabbed viciously and penetrated the weak points of the armor. The knight's sword only cut off the arm of one soldier before being pierced through the throat.
The knight of the order lay in the blood, staring, never expecting that he would die like this.
"Woooooooo-" The horns of the knights' assembly sounded. The remaining spearmen chased for a few steps and saw that they had easily left the range of the spears.
Looking at the knights of the Order assembled and arrayed in the distance, the spearmen felt powerless for a while.
Can we just watch these murderers break out of their siege easily?
Among the corpses on the ground, the spearmen who survived the disaster found that there were only about 100 companions left, and there were only a dozen or so knights of the order on the ground.
Only a dozen!
Is Prince Condé really just a titled knight?
The sound of the retreat horn was finally heard in the distance. The gunmen arrived in time and aimed at the hillside. Only then did the remaining veterans grit their teeth and evacuate toward the mound behind.
However, Prince Condai was not prepared to let them go. After regrouping, he charged forward again.
This time there were more than 100 knights of the order, and the following knights of square flags and squire knights also squeezed through the mercenary team and rushed towards the mound.
The whizzing lead and arrows flew between the mounds. Under this dense net of lead and arrows, the depressions and the corridors of the mounds were filled with fast-moving Salvation Army infantry. .
They marched in formation, and from time to time they had to stop to defend themselves against the charging knights.
Occasionally, some fell down and fell behind. They didn't even have time to save them, so they could only watch those knights killing their former comrades.
Prince Condai laughed morbidly, catching up with the stragglers one by one, slaughtering them playfully, and then threw the corpses or body parts at the marching Salvation Army.
"For freedom!" A holy gunman finally couldn't bear it anymore. He left the team and lurked nearby. When he saw Prince Kong Dai rushing past, he stood up and fired.
“Bang—ding!”
A series of sparks exploded from the helmet, and a dent as big as a fingernail appeared on Prince Condai’s beak helmet.
"No, it's impossible, at such a close distance, it's impossible-" The young holy gunner couldn't help shouting in panic.
However, in the blink of an eye, the terrifying prince appeared in front of the young man with a smile on his lips.
The handle of the war hammer was swung into a semicircle, leaving an afterimage in the air and hitting the holy gunman who was only fifteen years old.
The broken holy blunderbuss flew high, and blood jumped out from the head that was left with Ba like a fountain. The remaining parts, spilled blood, and half of the skull fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Freedom? What do you know about freedom?" Prince Condai raised the mask of his beak helmet and spat at the young holy musketeer. "You - you bastard, you bastard!"
"Devil, go to hell!"
The eyes of several holy gunners who were escaping from the same team next to them immediately turned red. They were all childhood friends from the same village and the same team, and they were closer than brothers.
Ignoring even the division captain's orders, they roared and drew out the sabers from their waists and rushed forward.
The echoing laughter came from Prince Condai’s helmet, he rounded his war hammer and rushed forward.
Horse hoofs kicked their throats to pieces, war hammers shattered their chests, and the two young holy gunmen fell into a pool of blood.
“Hahahahaha——”
The remaining holy musketeer was held upside down in Prince Kong Dai's hand and dragged headfirst.
The white skull was dragged out of the scalp, and then it was thrown away, killing it.
…………
Withdrawing the observation glass in his hand, Das closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pinched his palms, and suppressed the anger in his heart.
“No.” Das, as the temporary leader of the Guards Chapter, opened his eyes again, but his eyebrows were so furrowed that they almost connected together, “I’m afraid this requires a spiral gun to break the armor. ”
Now the spiral gunners are too far away, and Prince Condai is in a lowland, so it may be too late to call them over.
Otherwise, if we use the spiral gun to snipe Prince Kong Dai, the battle might be over immediately.
Das looked back at the right-wing army that had successfully turned, and at the center army climbing up and down the slopes.
They carried the holy guns on their backs, dragged their spears, and ran towards the predetermined centerline mound with sweating profusely. It was estimated that they would only have to climb another hill to get there.
If Prince Kong Dai were to rush over at this time and attack from behind or from the side, the whole army would be crippled even if it was not defeated.
But the four legions on the left also had to retreat. It was completely feasible to retreat through staggered cover, but Prince Condai's battlefield performance was a bit beyond everyone's expectations.
Originally, Das predicted that Prince Condai would not enter the battlefield so soon, but unfortunately this was a wrong prediction.
This champion titled knight is still different from ordinary titled knights. The original titled knight, Count Lianna, was knocked down in one charge.
While sighing, Das waved the flag: "The 4th and 5th Guards Corps, after the retreat of the 3rd and 6th Corps, came down from the top of the slope, and the spearmen were cut off.
Tell Mormont to cast a wave of clock bombs to slow them down, and then have the fireball crossbow fire two red dragon's breath and three fireballs to harass them and cover the legion's evacuation
We prepared the 3-pounder falcon cannon and fired as soon as the order company got on the mound. ”
The so-called 3-pound falcon cannon is actually the original clockwork leather cannon.
The holy gunmen who have trained their holy power to five rounds, after blessing the electric gold pendant, have It can barely fire the leather cannon once.
However, this 3-pound leather cannon was hastily made after the popularity of electric gold. Only a total of twelve were made, each costing 40 gold pounds.
Each battle group is equipped with only four gates. Horn himself was assigned two gates. The original four gates and the new two gates were placed in the detention dock to prevent Prince Condai from sneaking in and changing his family. .
Das gave the order, and the sharp squeaking sound of wheels turning came from the slope.
The main and secondary gunners and orderlies pushed the gun mounts and slowly pushed the four Falcon cannons towards the edge of the hillside.
This bronze clockwork cannon weighs about 160 pounds and is equipped with a two-wheeled gun carriage that can be dragged by a horse or two or three people.
Originally it should only be about 120 pounds, because the gun barrel only plays a role in restraining the direction of the shot and protecting the firing rod.
But the dwarf craftsmen of the Holy Armament Court added a large number of unknown decorations to the cannon. They also added an eagle head to the muzzle and two exquisite copper flying objects to the cannon. wing.
As a result, the clockwork cannon, which was supposed to be lighter, was actually 20 pounds heavier than the historical leather cannon.
Had it not been for the war that was about to begin, Horn would have wanted to have the Ashheard Ordnance Workshop take it back and recast it.
Amidst the sound of heavy gear rotation, the main and secondary gunners slightly adjusted the gun body and aimed at the mound in front of them where the war monks were being evacuated.
The two mounds are currently separated by a distance of seventy or eighty meters, which is within the maximum killing range of the 3-pound Falcon Cannon.
Once Prince Condai and the others climb the mound, the 3-pounder cannon can be fired immediately.
As the clockwork key turned, Das heard a series of clicking sounds, and he understood that this meant that the clockwork cannon was ready.
We just have to wait for Prince Condai to get on the mound...
"Captain Das, look over there!"
"What's wrong?" Das Si immediately raised the lookout glass in his hand.
In the black outline surrounding the lookout mirror, the war flag representing the golden bird has rushed down from the first mound and rushed towards the second mound.
They gave up pursuing the remaining Salvation Army troops and instead chose to attack the army on the hillside.
"How could it be so fast? What does Mormont do for food? Where are the clock bullets? Our infantry haven't withdrawn yet!" Darth was so anxious that he jumped up on the spot.
At this time, in his field of vision, Prince Condai and the Imperial Company could no longer be seen, which meant that they were charging on the slope.
"Mormont, Mormont!" Darth looked at the delayed clock bullets and fireball spells, his mouth almost blistered with anxiety.
If Red Dragon Breath is not launched, it will be too late! That's a whole legion!
Putting down the observation glass, Darth roared at the top of his lungs towards the mound not far away: "Mormont, Pasric, where is my fucking dragon's breath?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, five balls of flames appeared. It rose from one side of the mound and fell onto the slope of the second mound.
The raging flames exploded, and the surrounding trees, flowers and plants were swallowed up. The smoke dispersed. Under Mormont's precise operation, a wall of fire blocked Prince Condai.
The clock bomb jumped to the outermost depression of the first building, and the invisible shock wave swept across. The Eagle Group and other mercenaries and attendant knights immediately rolled down the slope.
With the barrier of the wall of fire, the Guards monks finally seized the opportunity to withdraw from the mound.
Looking at the blazing wall of fire in front of him, Prince Condai took off his helmet. The hot wind blew his black hair. He seemed to be distracted and just stood there blankly.
Stop the enemy? But it was too late. He rushed to the top of the slope and then rushed down. This wall of fire was in vain.
Looking at the straight wall of fire and the seven or eight knights of the order wailing in pain in the flames, Prince Condai narrowed his eyes.
"Berthold, you take twenty cavalry teams to pursue across the mound first, and I will take the rest to attack the third mound."
"Yes. , Your Highness." Berthold didn't notice anything strange. After the wall of fire burned out, he shouted and rushed towards the top of the mound with 60 knights.
About half a minute later, Prince Condai heard four loud thunder-like noises, followed by the neighing of war horses.
The pungent bloody gas exploded, and residual limbs and blood flew out from the top of the slope, falling like rain on the helmets of the knights.
The land next to the horses' hooves was suddenly filled with smoke and dust, causing the horses to retreat and dodge repeatedly in shock.
Subsequently, under the gloomy gaze of Prince Condai, a frightened war horse appeared in everyone's sight.
It lamely carried Berthold, the titled knight's body, which was densely packed with blood holes, and ran towards the bottom of the mound.
Berthold's face was like leprosy, full of black spots and holes. His mouth was open, as if he had seen something terrible before he died.
“Devil, devil!”
“Run, the devil has appeared, the devil has come to the world——”
The remaining knights dragged the remaining knights in panic. He ran wildly from the top of the slope, turning his head to look back from time to time, as if he was escaping from the maw of some monster.
"Why are you running away? They are shameful things. Catch them all!"
60 knights walked to the top of the slope, and when Prince Condai saw them again, there were only 33 of them.
What saddened him the most was that among the 27 knights who died, there were actually 12 knights of the Order.
This is a battle damage that has never happened before... huh?
Looking at the Knights of the Order gathered here, Prince Condai counted them once, then counted them again worriedly, and then asked blankly: "Why are there only sixty-five Knights of the Order left?"
In fact, Prince Condai launched a charge with one hundred edict knights, square banner knights and squire knights each. Now there are only sixty-five edicts, seventy-two square banners, and seventy-seven knights left. Attendant.
A total of 86 extraordinary knights were lost.
Thirty-five Knights of the Order, each of whom costs 20 to 30 gold pounds to train each year, is all this effort gone in the blink of an eye?
The number of injured soldiers and corpses of the Salvation Army currently left on this battlefield is estimated to be only over 200!
And there will definitely be no more than two hundred and fifty people!
If you do any calculation, you will know that Prince Condai used 86 knights to exchange for more than 200 infantrymen of the Salvation Army. It seems to be a good profit, but in fact it is a huge loss.
If the fight continues like this, Horn will be able to defeat all the knights of Prince Condai with more than 3,000 men.
After using 2,000 people to redeem more than 780 knights without even using 3,000 people, the remaining knights of the order, no matter how loyal they are, should risk their lives and run away.
Due to the terrain of the mound, he was unable to pursue the enemy to expand his victory!
Due to the Salvation Army's series of bizarre devilish gadgets, his knights suffered a lot of casualties.
The devil's wind doesn't care about high or low, civilian mercenaries and noble knights are killed equally.
"Damn devil's wind." Prince Condai slammed the helmet in his hand on the ground. This time his charge to save the situation was too hasty.
The knights around were silent, not daring to say a word.
Looking at the Salvation Army infantry who were gradually retreating in staggered directions, Prince Condai’s chest heaved violently.
He was even a little confused. He was obviously the victor, so why did he still lose?
Griffin walked up to Prince Condai and bowed bravely.
"Griffin, you lead the people to continue the attack. I have opened up the situation for you." The prince who woke up dropped this sentence and looked at him coldly, "Don't let me down. I don't believe it. Their magic power is still there." Can it be infinite? ”
(End of this chapter)