Chapter 67 Betting on the National Destiny (6)
“Look!” A black hat soldier pointed at the Guards over there and shouted, “Did you see it?”
A The bright light ball suspended in the air is so dazzling that it is difficult to ignore its existence.
"That seems to be a blessing from the monks, right?"
"The Guards are going to be in bad luck."
"Happy."
Many Black Hat Army soldiers laughed happily. The Guards are friendly forces, but they are in a competitive relationship. Is anyone not laughing at this scene?
But when the light ball fell on the Guards, not only the night guards, but also the smiles of the Black Hats fell silent.
Standing on the spot, Viktor stared at the retreating night guards with wide eyes.
The holy light bathing the Guards soldiers seemed to be very close at hand. Coleman felt a surge of anger rushing straight to his forehead. He shouted over there: "Hey, I cheated. Blatantly cheating!”
"Is there anyone here to take care of it? The Guards cheated. They cheated and gave birth to a son without buttocks."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Holy Son, I will report it. The Guards cheated."
< br>No matter how noisy the Black Hats were, the Guards who had been strengthened by the blessing were even more powerful. They reversed their previous decline and began to attack the Night Guards.
“What should I do?” Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, Coleman asked Victor.
Victor gritted his teeth: "What else can we do? Defeat the Chinese army first. We must not be slower than the Guards!"
Regardless of the fact that the Black Hats stepped up their attack, Quincy bumped his horse and ran to Bonnard's side.
"What's going on?"
Facing Quincy's stern question, even if he looked down on this humble militia captain, Bonade could only smile awkwardly: "I was originally I wanted to bless the night guards, but I didn’t expect them to retreat too quickly.”
Bonade did not tell the truth completely. He did make a mistake about the amount of advance, but it was not that wrong. so much.
If Sissi hadn't hid in his arms out of fear, I'm afraid at least half of the night watch guards would have received the blessing.
But thinking about the warmth in his arms and the fragrance on the tip of his nose, Bonade only felt that this mistake was worth it!
Glancing at Bonade and Sissi hatefully, Quincy had no time to say anything, so he lit up the remaining armored sergeants and rushed towards the battlefield.
Now on Xiaonigou, a steep and dangerous pass that is 100 meters long and 10 meters high, hundreds of powerful soldiers are charging back and forth.
The waves of blood rolled, the sound of killing filled the sky, and the spears swept back and forth like ocean waves.
On this vast battlefield, Horn's original revolving door strategy has been transformed into a double-door strategy.
The left wing broke the enemy and trapped the Chinese army, and the right wing broke the enemy to suppress its retreat. In front of the black hat army pouring down like a mountain torrent, the serf soldiers of the Chinese army struggled to hold on.
If they hadn't been huddled together and couldn't escape, and there was a team of armored sergeants supervising the battle behind them, I'm afraid they would have escaped like the left wing.
Quincy couldn't bear to look at the tragic scene, and he couldn't bear to hear the mutterings of the sergeants.
At this time, Quincy still couldn't understand that this was not a fake fight, they were clearly serious.
I hunted geese all day long, but got pecked in the eye by the geese.
"Let's go and support Pico and the others."
Clicking his whip hard, Quincy opened his bloodshot red eyes and pointed forward.
"Enter the Gulag Monastery without sealing the sword! I will not take any of the loot in this battle!"
Hearing this, the eyes of the armored sergeants all lit up. With a shout, they formed a tight and neat formation.
As the iron rings of their chainmails rubbed against each other, the sergeants' expressions became increasingly ferocious, and they rushed toward the night guards, as if those people were walking gold coins.
In Quincy's opinion, the serf soldiers in the middle are of little use.
As long as this powerful army that can compete with the night guards is defeated, the remaining black hat serf soldiers will collapse on their own.
This is the valuable experience they gained after suppressing secret parties, bandits and mobs many times.
Most of the time, only the core group of people have combat effectiveness. The rest seem to be more, but most of the time they are cheerleaders.
Riding on the horse, Quincy lowered his body, the strong wind blew past his ears, and the scenery on both sides receded rapidly.
It only took him five breaths to pass the ten-meter distance. His equestrian skills were unparalleled.
The armored sergeant beside him was truly an elite man. He was only one position behind and was still charging with him.
This feeling is just like the knights facing the tide of flesh and blood royal army.
Close, close.
The blurry military formations in the distance became clearer and clearer, and Quincy could already clearly see the red crosses on the robes of the night watch guards. Well, why did this cross turn white? Not only did it turn white, Quincy felt that everything in front of him was occupied by dazzling white light.
The stinging sensation made Quincy close his eyes involuntarily, but then, he felt as if his body was weightless.
The moment he opened his eyes again, he saw the mud very close to him. He could even see maggots crawling on the ground.
“咴~咴~”
Letting out a mournful cry, the black horse stiffened up and spat out pink blood foam from its mouth.
Its paralyzed body fell heavily to one side and slid on the ground for more than two meters before stopping.
Clutching his cracked teeth, Quincy burst into tears.
Fortunately, the horse's speed was not very fast, and even if it hit the ground head first, it did not suffer any serious damage.
"You are a goat..."
Just when he raised his head and was about to shout a curse, the second half of the sentence was swallowed back by him.
Amidst the sharp whistle, the battle flag jumped out from the bushes. On top of the battle flag was a golden Holy Grail.
The light of the Holy Grail reflected the girl shrouded in the electric snake in front of everyone.
Jeanne wore an inverted mountain-shaped white hat to protect her forehead, covering her tied up blond hair, and an inverted V-shaped mask on her face, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.
She wore a leather belt and a linen shirt, with a short sword tied around her waist. All skin exposed to the air was wrapped in linen bandages.
All this is the work of Gilo, the purpose is to prevent the interference of holy water.
As a witcher, Giloko knows very well how the church and witchers will deal with witches.
At this moment, the four-meter-long battle flag in her hand was wrapped in the shape of a gun head, and she was rushing towards Quincy.
“Hey! It’s a witch, retreat quickly!”
“Go and ask for Brother Bonade!”
Quincy's wailing stopped instantly. He rolled and crawled through the crotches of the armored sergeants and hid behind them.
Seeing the witch appear, the armored sergeants immediately stopped running.
In a daze, the formation changed from a vertical formation to a 4X5 square formation. They took off the iron oak round shields from their backs and put them on their chests.
Five round shields were connected, and in the blink of an eye, a long wall of round shields was formed. Five armed swords stretched out from the edge of the shield wall, facing Jeanne.
This is the shield wall tactic commonly used by armored sergeants. They know that it is most taboo to disperse the formation when dealing with witches, otherwise they will be easily defeated individually.
Behind them, the leather-armored sergeants in the second row took out their hook spears, and the sergeants in the third row threw out the holy water mines, forming a wall of fog made of holy water in front of them.
This is to reduce the power of the spell when the witch has the ability to cast spells from a distance.
Before the fog wall, Jeanne's charging steps stalled.
She squinted her eyes, and despite the mask, she could still feel the stinging sensation in her eyeballs.
“Buzz——”
Before Jeanna could break through the wall of fog, five flying axes rushed out of the fog with a scream that cut through the air, heading towards Jeanna.
Among the five throwing axes, two were unable to hit Jeanne. Jeanne used her battle flag to wrap up the two throwing axes, while the other one flew straight towards Jeanne's head. .
“Be careful!”
Danji held out his long sword and knocked the flying ax away.
Pulling Jeanne back two steps, Danji frowned and said: "You rushed too fast, they are not those night guards."
Although the little face under the mask was still a little scared, Jeanne still said sternly: "It was just an accident."
Having said this, Jeanne still obediently turned to a cautious gun-holding posture, waiting for the fog wall Disperse slightly.
Jeanna and Danji were confronting the armored sergeants, and Bonard confessed to Sissi the first moment he discovered Jeanna and ran over there.
Even Sissi’s crying didn’t work anymore.
The appearance of a witch is a big deal, Bonade's big head once again controls the little head.
Looking at Bonade's leaving back, Sissi wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and stroked the steel bone thorns hidden in the feather fan. A rare look of hesitation appeared on her face.
(End of this chapter)