Chapter 739 The pawns crossing the river do not retreat
The turbid rust river water is wrapped in a majestic smell of grass, and it is combined with the raindrops falling in the sky, making people feel nauseous.
With a pickaxe and digging out a small hole, Old Laver took the initiative to push the wheel into the dirt.
It's a pity that the place they chose was a rock formation below, and Mars and stones burst out without digging too deep.
But now, even if you want to change it, it is too late.
"Hurry up! Move those goods down!" Old Laver stood up and yelled at the scared men.
Seeing the rattan in Old Laver's hand breaks through the air, the shepherds who are unable to stand firmly only cry and carry the goods.
The supplies on the carriage were dropped, and enough space was left for the holy gunmen carrying flails.
Amid Bethra's hoarse and rushing shouts, the three-pound falcon cannon pressed two mud-covered grooves on the ground.
The muzzle slowly pointed forward, pointing to the increasingly clear sound of horse hooves in the rain curtain.
The rain dripped down the brim of Old Laver's hat, soaking his linen shirt.
The holy gunmen no longer had their usual aura and shivered the clockwork gun, and the "click" sound of gears was swallowed by the sound of rain.
A normal spearman like Old Laver curled up behind the car, his face pale, and he clenched his nails deep into the mud.
While the time of preparing the weapon, Old Laver straightened his waist and looked around, and sixteen large trucks formed a three-quarter round vehicle array on the bank of the river.
The car castle tactics of the Gulag period appeared on the battlefield again.
This is a tactic often practiced by the northern border troops of Qianhe Valley.
There are two reasons. The first is that they have few holy gunmen, and the second is that the gravel is flat in the terrain and the cavalry is convenient to move.
Galal, who does not have a large number of holy gunmen and terrain advantages, looks like a woman without clothes in front of the knights.
The wheels were tightly entangled by chains, and each carriage was surrounded by seven or eight soldiers wearing rain cloaks waving picks or shovels to reinforce the carriage.
Seeing from the gaps in the carriage, you can see a long row of jumping black shadows appearing on the horizon at the end of the gravel.
The front row flag bearer held a black flag in his hand, and the double-headed raven was embroidered with silver thread on the flag.
That was the flag of the Duke of Sequoia.
Old Laver guessed right. Not long ago, in order to support the Duke of Wing Nest, the Duke of Sequoia led a large knight across the stone bridge from west of the Rust River.
Because it happened to be raining, the knights were unwilling to move forward in the rain, so they camped near the stone bridge and collected supplies.
Neither side expected that someone would pass here besides them.
Coincidentally, the rangers on both sides were lazy at the same time, and they didn't even notice each other, and they collided together without any expectations.
The first thing I realized was the Rangers of the Sequoia Duke. They quickly informed the Sequoia Duke, so the current scene was created.
Although Bethel ran for all his might, he was still caught by the Duke of Sequoia.
The Duke of Sequoia personally led the army, and the extraordinary knights brought their entourage knights, at least nearly a thousand.
There are less than 700 people in the Beser Infantry Regiment where Lao Laver and others are located, including 400 spearmen, holy gunners and gunners, and the rest are shepherds recruited from nearby.
"Blessed by the Holy Father." Old Laver gritted his teeth while touching his wife's iron ring in his chest.
They were not those brave and fearless Saviors, but just ordinary soldiers who had been trained for three or four months, who had not had breathing skills.
The number of enemies is close to twice their size, and they are extraordinary knights in the cluster.
The only thing that is thankful is that since the Rangers of Gravel and Qianhe Valley are not very competent, there was no scout confrontation, and most Rangers ran out.
But when there is no village or shop in front, and it is even raining, where can I find reinforcements?
"Swoosh!"
Hearing the scream, Old Laff turned his head and saw a stream of red smoke rising into the sky and explode under the dark clouds.
That was a signal of emergency request for help.
After the scream, Bethel roared like a thunderbolt: "Put the eagle and falcon cannon into the gap! Whoever dares to escape from fear, I'm the first to stuff him into the barrel and shoot him out!"
Riding on the horse, Bethel said, while lifting the bloody head of a captain ten in his hand.
If the Eagle Falcon cannon wasn't too small, Bethel would have really wanted to fire this head.
In the rain, the sound of horse hooves gradually approaching.
Although it was hasty, under the coordination of Beser and other officers, they still completed the construction of the cartel tactics.
On the wall-like carriage, a holy gun stretched out from the firing hole. At the gap like a female wall, the spear and flail hands kept blinking, squeezing the rain hanging on the eyelashes.
It seems that when I saw the cold light reflected by the holy gun and the clockwork gun, the extraordinary knights on the horizon suddenly stopped.
But not long after, a few extraordinary knights rushed over with hundreds of remaining gravel cavalrymen.
In the border conflict, the entourage knights who had suffered from the holy gun were quite thieves.
They lined up in a character "one" and then lined up in a character "people", running back and forth around the car castle, seducing the holy gunner to fire.
They even picked up the bow and arrow that they once regarded as despicable and repeatedly shot the arrow rain. The rain mixed with arrow rain fell, and many trembling arrows pierced into the ground in front of the car board and the fort.
And behind the car castle, there was also an unlucky guy who was shot by an arrow and fell to the ground with pain.
The mountain people are also good at bows and arrows, and immediately hid behind the car castle and fought back.
But after wandering around for more than an hour, even the soldiers' fear gradually became numb, and they just didn't attack.
The sound of horns in the Duke of Sequoia's army rang in his ears.
Although Old Laver did not see the Duke of Sequoia's face, he could hear the Duke of Sequoia's impatientness and urging from the rapid and out-of-tongued horn.
Sure enough, the next second, the entourage knights suddenly turned a corner.
Although reluctantly, he rushed straight towards the car castle under the drive of the extraordinary knight.
"Oh, hell!"
"Constance's son!"
"Bang bang bang!"
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Who made the launch? Didn't you hear the command?"
"Praise the holy wind!"
Amid the chaotic command, there were continuous screams, and red lotus bloomed in the rain.
But unfortunately, Beser counted it carefully and found that only three people were caught.
The remaining knights who were fine made loud laughs, which made the men behind the car castle pale.
Fifty-spin guns fired lead bullets at the same time, but they only knocked down three people, with only 6% hit rate.
I have to say that the tactics of the previous entourage knights were still useful.
Due to their sudden attack, many holy gunners failed to perform at their original level.
Hit hard to the car board, Bether's face turned pale: "Mad, these holy gunmen usually provide delicious food and drink, will they give me this record?"
However, no one answered Bether's words, and people were nervously watching the knights getting closer and closer.
These garrisons, unlike the Salvation Army or the direct army of Meliati, have not received infantry and cavalry impact training.
When you see hundreds of half-ton iron men hitting the rain curtain, no one is worried. "Prepare!" The cannon leader's voice exploded in the rain, "Hawk Falcon Cannon, aim!"
The gunners were shaking the rocker in a hurry to adjust the direction of the muzzle.
The orderlies took two steps back to prevent them from being killed by recoil.
"Flash!" Instead of the gunman's duty, Beser yelled.
"Praise the Holy Wind!"
Insert the iron brazing into the back end of the clockwork chamber, and the four gunners pressed on the iron brazing.
The latch pops up with the smell of metal heating.
In an instant, the barrel of the falcon cannon shook back like a phantom, and the axle of the cannon car made an overwhelming creaking sound.
The sound of breaking through the air broke through the rain curtain, and iron sand, lead and gravel washed over the knights like heavy rain.
A bloody mist rose, and the dozen knights in the front row, together with their horses, trembled, and fell to the ground.
The mud was pushed out of the waves by the sliding body, staying less than five steps in front of the cart.
The war horses and the knights were moaning.
The entourage knights in the rear made a quick decision and once again turned around and detoured from the formation.
In this era, not all knights can charge as hard as the Imperial Corps.
Seeing the defeat ahead, the other knights must certainly understand the times and give the stage to the real heavy armored knights. "I hit it!" Algeron shouted excitedly, and the soldiers burst into a brief cheer. "What are you shouting? Are you afraid of hearing the order clearly?" The joy on Beser's face flashed, and then he became even more solemn.
After the entourage knights detoured, when the cannon roared and the holy gun had just blown through the wind, the heavy armored knights behind had already pressed up.
It takes about one minute to reload the clockwork gun to launch.
There is only less than half a minute for the opponent's knight at the distance of 120 steps! "Silly pigs, don't let go if you hold the gun tightly. The pawns crossing the river will not retreat!" Beser looked at the extraordinary knights getting closer and closer and shouted at the soldiers.
(This chapter ends)