Chapter 752 Lannes's Charge
The chaotic shouts still echoed in my ears.
While Lannes was charging, he could only hear the slight buzzing sound of the wind blowing through his helmet.
The war horses from the flying grass are all fat and strong, and the mud they step on can fly two or three meters away.
Because she was only equipped with three-quarters of thin iron armor and did not wear horse armor, Lannes and the others were much faster than those heavy armors.
The cavalry marched between the infantry phalanxes that were slowly approaching on both sides, as if passing through two hard walls that were constantly squeezing into the middle.
From the gap in the bird's beak helmet, Lannes saw seventy or eighty shield cars in front and back.
About three or four of them were bombarded with holes and fell to the ground.
Following the rocks and shield chariots, the guards got up with fear and looked around carefully.
The armored sergeant held a scabbard and slapped the guards who were squatting in their heads and said, "I'm still squatting, kill you, run away."
Before the armored sergeant called everyone, Lannes arrived with nearly a hundred breasted gun cavalry.
Of course they would not use the clockwork gun on these people, but instead directly draw out the saber.
The distance of hundreds of meters passed in the blink of an eye. The guards who had just stood up were still frightened and saw a cold light lit up in front of them.
The cavalry swept through the crowd and slashed the sword left and right.
The cavalry rushed by, and the guards were tilted and even rotated by the saber.
The unevenness of the battlefield did not affect the charge of Lannes and others.
Because there are also lights of magic under their horses' hooves.
Facts have proved that monks of the Holy Dao Sect can also use divine arts and blessings.
After a round of rushing, Lannes grabbed the horse and wanted to turn his head and rush again.
However, as soon as he started, he found seven or eight extraordinary knights of the enemy troops surrounded him.
"Let's go!" Lannes immediately judged the situation. "Are you leaving? You... hey hey!" The recent grinning smile appeared on the face of the Cavalier Captain's face and turned into astonishment.
After the blink of an eye, Lannes miraculously rubbed them four or five meters away and interlaced.
Then Lannes was like a loach, left and right for a while, forcing her to bypass many strangles.
On the battlefield, Lannes's field of vision could only be a slit in the bird's beak helmet.
But he seemed to have opened his eyes and had a down-to-earth perspective, and he bypassed three or four enemy cavalry.
However, the original knights of the gravel are not all living in the bucket. At the last moment of escape, a team of knights rushed out. "Prepare to shoot." Seeing that he could not dodge, Lannes roared and took the lead in pulling out the short-barrel pistol from the side of the saddle.
The other gun cavalry followed suit and then drew out the pistol.
The other knight beside him was even in the mood to joke: "Blessed by the Holy Father, these dwarfs are quite reliable and have not broken my big toe."
On both sides of the saddles of Lannes and others, there are counter-rejection valves made by dwarf masters.
Lannes and others usually inserted the gun into the heavy counter-reverse valve, and stuck the gears with their mass and anti-superior metal properties.
Before the war begins, ask the Holy Gunman to twist the clockwork and insert it.
When it is necessary to fire, just pull out the gun and pull the trigger.
It’s a pity that this set of equipment is expensive, and only the breastplate gun cavalry can be equipped.
"Stop being poor, I'm going to fight."
Lannes stared at the front with his left hand straightened his arm.
He could already see the enemy's yellow feather patterns clearly.
"Sacred Wind!"
The Misilan alloy firing pole roared, and the five knights in the front immediately screamed and overturned.
The horse's hooves trampled over the fallen knight, and the sword, long sword, hammer and spear collided with each other.
The dinging and screaming sounded, and there was even a banging sound of a pistol.
When both sides rushed out with their backs, Lannes had only one person on the side to reduce the number of people, while the other side had more gravel original Knights were caught off guard by nearly ten. "Damn it!" The intercepted Knight Slafark lifted his helmet mask and revealed his old face. He was actually the old Knight who asked to re-hit that day.
He looked at Lannes's departure in disbelief.
Both sides are the strongest knights in their respective regions, and even the Armour of Lannes and others is even lighter.
Obviously, Slafak, the captain of these eight cavalry teams, could not accept such a result. "Catch up." The old knight pulled down his mask.
No matter the rapid drum beat behind him, Slafak decided to continue chasing.
Turn away the enemy knights to attack the enemy formation, this is his specialty.
This is not only the path dependence of his decades of life, but also the path dependence of the empire's inheritance for hundreds of years.
Not everyone has a flexible mind to deal with changes.
Seeing thousands of knights chasing behind him, Lannes laughed: "I caught a big fish."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one bar, one bar, one bar!
After thousands of knights, Lannes was assisted by the five hundred knights sent by our formation.
They retreated intersectingly, holding back the knights of the gravel root, but not letting them chase and lose.
A tragic storm like the Imperial Corps or Nicossacks is a minority in this era.
Caval charge is a game between brave and madman holding cowards, and three-quarters of the combat power is willpower.
Most of the time, the knights shouted fiercely, and fought for most of the day, and the last time they counted the casualties, they were single digits.
Some areas also have the tradition of cavalry fighting generals.
After decades of peace, the level of the knights has deteriorated to the point where they are not well-arranged.
Relatively speaking, the lethality of the knight to infantry and civilians is so cruel.
Seeing smoke pillars and flags rising from the distant hillside, Lannes no longer entangled, but headed straight for the formation where the cavalry gathered.
The gravel knights on the top simply drank the potion and followed directly.
The sound of horse hooves is getting closer, and the gunners stand on the frame and look forward to it.
Soon, hundreds of cavalrymen with irises flags appeared in sight and quickly approached along the white lines on the ground. "Hey hey hey, we haven't come in yet." Seeing the gunner inserted the iron spindle into the slot not far away, Lannes hurriedly made a blast. "See it." Standing next to the sand sculpture cannon, the familiar gunner rolled his eyes. "Praise the Holy Thunder!"
The brown orange-sized shell brushed the scalp of the war horse and slammed heavily into the middle of a knight's collarbone.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, the knight was pulled by the huge force of the shells and the war horses under him and turned around in the air before landing heavily.
When the knights stepped on the blood, they understood why the knights who had contacted were so frightened.
What frightened them even more was the shouting from the bottom of the roar: "Praise the Holy Wind!"
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Seeing the thousands of knights failed to strangle and reckless charge and charge, Earl Latese's hand tightened even more.
"Can the shield car continue to advance?"
"At most half recover, the rest of the people said nothing."
Earl Latace took out a silver wine pot from her chest, took a sip of the potion, and then calmed down: "The enemy has only four square formations, and we have eight. Don't worry about the others, press forward first. If we don't fight in close combat, we will never have a chance."
"Where did the Knights of Naslafark?"
Earl Latace was angry, but he had expected it: "Let the Red Feather Arrow Knights go to help, don't attack rashly."
"Your Excellency Earl, the enemy's clockwork is too sharp, it's best not to knights..."
"Don't worry about the cavalry, the infantry is about to fight." Earl Lathes rudely interrupted the Knight's Chief.
(This chapter ends)