Chapter 66 Betting on the National Destiny (5)
On the small mud ditch, red maple leaves fell from the woods, and bright red blood flowed on the yellow mud.
Half-dead bodies fell to the ground, while the Chinese army’s shouts of killing continued.
The bloody smell has spread to the other side first, but the five brigades of the Guards Corps and the five direct archer companies are still in a stalemate with the night guard.
The person commanding this battle was the acting division commander of the Guards and Brigadier Das of the 1st Brigade.
Das was an armed farmer and a native of the village of Moulin Rouge. If you really want to count, he is a distant relative of the Pope.
The real root is Miaohong.
However, at this moment he fell into a state of confusion and confusion.
According to Jeshka's instructions, they were neither allowed to attack nor retreat until the central army was defeated.
The first reason Jeshka arranged this was because the combat effectiveness of the Apostolic Guards was actually not comparable to that of the Night Guards.
Although the night watch guards have little training and are militiamen, they have received formal training and have combat experience.
If a pontifical guard and a night guard were to fight alone, they would most likely not be able to defeat them.
The second point is to confuse the enemy.
If the Apostolic Guards of the Guards do not attack them, they cannot be injured. They will certainly not attack with all their strength, they will only think about how to get hurt.
In this way, if all the serf soldiers resisting the line are wiped out, they can be surrounded from three sides, and even the armored sergeants will be helpless.
Adhering to this idea, Jeshka gave only one order to the Guards: if you hold on firmly, there will be a way.
In the large square formation of 55 Guardsmen, the large shields in the front row firmly blocked the "attack" of the night guard's hooked spears.
But rather than attacking, Das feels more like juggling.
The actions of those night watch guards were too strange. Their hands holding the hooked spears were as if they were greased with butter, and they fell off easily.
Even the guards would open the empty door wide from time to time, and would deliberately poke their heads over and say some strange words like "Brother, do it." "Help me, chop me with a knife."
Could it be to lure the enemy to attack? Is there an ambush behind?
But there are only these people. Das can see to the end at a glance. There is no ambush at all?
What are these people doing?
“What are these secret parties doing?” Pico complained helplessly.
According to the previous agreement, it is time for Quincy to appear and turn the tide.
Captain Quincy came to urge them, but these secret party rebels were like iron turtles.
This is too courageous.
But considering the previous deeds of the opponent, Pico even felt that it was somewhat reasonable.
He gritted his teeth, moved to the front row, whispered a few words to a night guard and then stepped back.
After a while of whispering, the four or five night watch guards in the front row suddenly shouted and rushed forward together.
Are you going to jump and attack?
Das's spirit perked up, and he shouted: "Guards!"
Bending his waist and knees, and holding the spear in his hand, Das's eyes were closely watching the movements of those people. .
I saw them rushing towards me with long strides, and then they moved their chests towards the tip of the spear. When they were just a few centimeters away, they let out a scream... and suddenly fell backwards and fell to the ground?
Huh?
"It's no longer possible. The losses in the front row are too serious. We have to retreat and reorganize our formation."
Pico's voice reached his ears. The other night watch guards didn't know why, but they followed the order and retreated slowly.
Das was completely confused.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought he had actually stabbed them to death.
“Commander Das, what’s going on?”
"You ask me, who am I asking?"
Das rubbed his temples and looked at the wailing night guards on the ground, falling into unspeakable self-doubt.
"What should we do? Should we chase or not?"
"Chase, otherwise they will all run away."
"After that battle, Commander Jeshka You won’t blame us, will you?”
"Such a weak tone, you didn't learn from the Black Hat Army, did you?"
"He is already the legion commander of the Black Hat Army, what does it have to do with us? We are soldiers under the Pope's crown. "
"Brothers! Let's get out of here with swords and guns, don't be embarrassed."
After a simple exchange, the pontifical guards made up their minds to chase!
We can’t let those scoundrels from the Black Hat Army sit on top of their Guards.
When the Pope was preaching before, he said that if the general is outside, he does not need to accept the king's order.
"Left foot! Right foot! Left foot! Right foot!"
Amidst the neat chants, the Apostolic Guards began to press forward cautiously. Just as Das was trying to step over the wailing night guards on the ground, a pair of strong arms hugged Das' thighs.
Das immediately drew the hatchet from his waist.
"What are you doing? Come and chop me."
"You've already fallen to the ground, why do you want to chop me? Let me go."
"We have agreed, and there are no wounds when I fall to the ground. , people can see it at a glance, give me a knife and hurry up."
Dass was stunned, not only Das, but also the pontifical guards who crossed the night guard.
They don’t know the secret deal between the top leaders of the Papal State and Quincy.
It was even more impossible for Horn and the others to tell them about this. Wouldn't that expose the lie of "Special Competitive Action"?
After thinking for a moment, Das understood what the other party meant.
According to His Majesty the Pope, this is a competitive event equivalent to a small holy war. Judging from the words of this night guard, he wants to go to Mount Paradise.
Thinking of this, Das was in awe of this humble night guard.
Although entering the Paradise Mountain is the highest ideal of every believer, it does not mean that they are not afraid of death.
There are so many things worth remembering in the world. Compared to entering the Paradise Mountain, Das prefers worldly material things.
Such as post-war achievements, titles and land.
These night watch guards in front of me are so pious that they actually want to enter the Paradise Mountain in their good years, go to the land of abundant water and grass, and serve the supreme existence!
Not only Das, but also the Apostolic Guards thought of this, and they all cast their admiring eyes on the night watch guards.
Just when the night guards were confused, Das and his fellow guards took off their short axes and daggers, and aimed them at the necks of the night guards.
The guards fell down with their eyes wide open. They really fell to the ground this time, covering their neck wounds, and kept breathing out.
Blood flowed out from between their fingers. They kept kicking the ground with their feet, twitching repeatedly and unable to speak a word.
"Oh, you guys, what are you doing?" Pico, who was always watching here, couldn't believe his eyes, "I told you to chop someone, but who told you to chop someone's neck?"
But none of the pontifical guards listened to Pico. They neatly ended the lives of the seven or eight fallen guards and continued to move forward.
Looking at the bloody ax and dagger, Pico couldn't help but roared: "You, you, the local secret party are so unprofessional!"
But what responded to him was not any explanation or communication, but a hatchet flying toward his head.
"We hit the wrong person, you guys!" Regardless of the risk of exposure, Pico almost rushed to the front row, "We are pretending to fight, but the serf soldiers are fighting for real!"
Turning his head sideways and narrowly avoiding a shining spear, a night guard shouted towards Pico: "That's not right, Pico, they seem to be serious."
< br>Looking at the dead bodies on the ground and the neatly formed rebel troops, Pico was speechless.
A terrible thought quickly occupied Pico's mind.
Hot blood poured into his brain, and his throat sweetened: "No, I've fallen into a trap."
As soon as this sound came out, the rest of the night guards, including those who were not involved in this matter, also understood.
They cursed Quincy one after another and began to try to reorganize their formation. Several stout night watch guards holding crow's beak warhammers began to arrive at the front line.
However, after the morale bonus from training and "special competitive activities", these Apostolic Guards actually remained evenly matched after the Night Guards launched a counterattack.
On the battlefield, the momentum has dropped, and it will be difficult to make up for it later.
These night watch guards did not all retreat, and they were relatively principled.
Pico, who was standing on the front line, changed his previous attitude of avoiding the battle and shouted loudly to help.
You must know that he was the liaison throughout the entire matter, and he must be the first to share the blame afterward.
In order to eat less, Pico could only grit his teeth and hope to make up for it.
"Work harder, what do these secret parties mean?"
"Wait a minute, Captain Quincy has realized something is wrong and is here to save us!"
"Kill! Myrcella will definitely protect us."
Just when Pico shouted While he was encouraging, a warm light shone on him.
He raised his head, refreshed.
A ball of light was floating in mid-air. It was a blessing from the monk. No matter how dissatisfied Pico was with Bonade, he wanted to kneel down and call him his father.
"Look, the blessing from the monk."
Following the direction of Pico's finger, everyone saw the ball of light in the air, so warm and genial.
The ball of light swayed in mid-air, swaying forward.
Then, the ball of light, which carried the hopes of the night guards, finally slowly fell and landed among the guards on the opposite side.
ps to make up for the missing chapter
(End of this chapter)