Chapter 681 Cannon!
Walking quickly through the grass, spears, boots and reeds constantly colliding, Tuskin stumbled as he ran, as if he was about to lose his balance in the next second.
But during such a run, the others behind him fell behind and fell into the water. Only he stepped firmly on the solid ground.
The sound of whistling artillery shells came to his ears again. Taskin raised his head, only to see a black shadow flash past, and there was a splash of mud behind him.
Feeling the pain of being hit by mud and rocks on his back, Tuskin shrank his neck in fright, but gritted his teeth and still ran.
Among the reeds, hundreds of mercenaries who had gone to the front to reconnoiter were running away desperately. Behind them were lead bullets fired at random, while above their heads were shells falling one after another.
A column of water or mud rose up from the puddles and quagmire around them every two or three minutes, forcing the soldiers who had slowed down to take a few steps forward.
Four 6-pound cannons and a 12-pounder cannon on the water fired shells alternately, not to bombard the enemy troops in the reeds, but to drive away the enemy troops and cover the formation of the God's Punishment Army on the front.
"Damn damn damn..."
While running, Tuskin couldn't help but curse in a low voice. He had experienced many escapes in his life, but this time he was the most panicked.
This was the first time he had seen a catapult that could be launched at such a frequency, speed and range.
The appearance was unheard of and unseen. It was a long iron pipe with neither bowstring nor bow arms. It only took two or three people to launch an iron ball the size of a grapefruit.
Hearing the buzzing sound behind him, Tuskin was so blessed that he lunged forward and crawled to the ground. The next second, a huge iron ball occupied his sight and hit the unlucky guy in front of him at the heel.
The iron ball bounced up and down, and the unlucky guy's legs immediately flew far away.
Fortunately, this is a swamp. If it were the rocky hills around Sola Castle, a few ricocheting down would cause the seven or eight soldiers in the front row to fall to the ground.
But when the surrounding soldiers saw this, they started running desperately.
"Help me, help me!" The unfortunate guy grabbed Tuskin's ankle and shouted to him desperately.
When he was grabbed by the ankle and almost fell down, Tuskin kicked him in the chin angrily, knocking him unconscious, and then rushed towards the main formation quickly.
After passing through this narrow patch of reeds, he saw 3,000 extraordinary infantry knights or hired swordsmen forming a tight square formation.
The monks in the phalanx shouted loudly, and balls of light and blessings fell on the crowd, causing these extraordinary beings to let out bloodthirsty roars.
Amidst the roar before the battle, Taskin lowered his figure, but rushed over without saying a word.
Looking at the figure hunched over like a mouse, Earl Qazi frowned: "Who is that person?"
"I don't know, they must be mercenaries. They just went to the front to scout and block the enemy."
Thinking about the roar he heard earlier, Earl Kazi stroked his gloves and said lightly: "Bring him here, I want to ask him about his situation."
"Yes." A knight rushed out immediately.
After explaining, Count Kazi looked at the large square array in front of him with a straight face. Although it was not as good as he expected, it was at least qualified.
These 3,000 people are the most elite soldiers of the French Church in Lilac Corridor and Black Snake Bay. Among them are dismounted infantry knights and elite mercenaries recruited.
Different from those half-supernatural and half-mortal Dunjar phalanx, this fully armored and extraordinary infantry combat phalanx has been a unique strategy for dealing with the people of Black Snake Bay over the years.
Although they are dismounted, knights are still knights. As long as they gather together, even if they encounter the red dragon's breath, they can survive with blessings.
And even if a mage tries to cast a spell, there is a high probability that he will be killed by demon hunter skirmishers and archers.
In the countless previous field battles, the reason why the Black Snake Bay army retreated steadily was because of this. If the opponent's mage is unable to exert his strength, then only the infantry will have to fight head-on.
When it comes to infantry fighting head-on, it has completely entered the rhythm that Earl Kazi is familiar with. No matter how strong those so-called pseudo-popular imperial troops are, can they still be stronger in infantry combat than the knights who have been trained for more than ten or twenty years?
Looking at the neatly arranged large phalanx, Earl Kazi nodded slightly, turned around, and saw the knight coming back empty-handed. His face darkened: "Where are the people?"
"They ran too fast and disappeared." The knight said awkwardly, "But I caught several of them, and they all said that the other party had a magic catapult that could launch meteors."
"Meteor?" Count Kazi was confused. If there was a meteor, why not just bombard the base camp?
If it was made up by mercenaries, how could they come up with exactly the same lie?
"It should be a new kind of magic." After calming down, Earl Kazi ordered the knights on the side, "Ask the demon hunters to go around the river and the archers to go over. As soon as the mage shows up, he will attack it immediately."
Since the demon hunter can sense the reaction of casting spells, he can hide out of sight and direct the archers to focus on attacking the mages in one direction, which will most likely interrupt the spell casting.
"Send a few more brave ones to take a look ahead." Earl Qazi listened attentively for a while, "There should be warships firing from the opposite side on the river. This is not easy to do. Ask the demon hunters of the Snake Sect to dig it out. The bottom of their boat."
Although something didn't feel right, Earl Kazi still followed the original plan.
After all, they were an extraordinary large phalanx with full armor, and they were still waiting for work. The vanguard on the opposite side only had 2,000 people, and the array was scattered. There was no reason why they couldn't win.
At this time, the archers and demon hunters had already run out of the bushes and reeds. Seeing the flags waving in the distance, Earl Kazi knew it was time.
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"Move the entire army forward, take the initiative to meet the enemy, and don't let them gather."
Earl Kazi gave the order and led the supervising team at the end, heading towards the reeds ahead.
The armored boots stepped on the slippery soil, sinking half a minute with every step. The knights who had been marching for a day and night were extremely energetic at this moment.
Amidst the sound of horns constantly hovering in the air, the 60X50 large phalanx slowly entered the predetermined position on the battlefield.
"Glory and loyalty!"
The knights let out thundering war cries, and the sun-like flags were waving like burning fire. The armor and feathers in the dense phalanx fluttered like a sea of flags and feathers.
The war roars of more than 3,000 people gathered together, and even Count Kazi, who was standing at the back and commanding the battle, couldn't help but roar along.
Amidst the war roars like mountain roars and tsunami, the God's Punishment Army and the Guards lined up were as silent as sheep.
Entering the battlefield, they only heard the officers' orders in their ears, and they had no energy at all.
These two armies are completely opposite. One marches to numb the spirit of the battlefield, while the other marches to numb the spirit of the battlefield.
Under the transmission of military orders layer by layer, fourteen falcon cannons slowly stepped forward and aimed their muzzles at the densely marching square formation several hundred meters away.
Although the terrain is soft, the Falcon Cannon itself only weighs 400 pounds. If the wheels of the cannon are widened, it can be pushed by three or five people together.
The sand sculpture cannon was lagging behind and had not yet entered the gun position.
One is because the sand cannon is too heavy to transport on muddy ground, and the other is that the temporary hydraulic winding machine can only wind the small falcon cannon, and the sand cannon has almost one less spring barrel.
Looking at the dozen or so iron pipes on the mudflat, Count Kazi thought for a moment, then hesitantly asked himself: "A large clockwork gun?"
Before he and the demon hunters could confirm, a fist-sized cannonball suddenly flew up from the long tube in the sudden strong wind.
(End of chapter)