Chapter 160 Jeanne came and killed them all
In less than five minutes, six knights rushed out of the armory, followed by ten night guards responsible for cleaning the battlefield.
The night watch guards were holding hooked spears and trotting, while the extraordinary knights headed by Horynes were riding fast.
The sound of horse hooves lit up candlelight in the houses on both sides, and some windows were opened to look outside.
Seeing that it was the Lord Knight charging, they closed the window again. They were probably some blind little thieves and stupid bandits.
The night wind swirled in the thick beard of Hoynes. He leaned on the horse and saw the formation of the group clearly through the moonlight.
"Holnes, something doesn't feel right." A knight shouted to him from behind.
There was indeed something wrong with these thirty infantrymen, and Hoynes also felt it.
These infantrymen stood side by side at the intersection, with both sides blocking the houses beside the road, so Holnes could not attack from both sides.
But the short spears or iron-headed hammers they held in their hands were too short. They didn't have to rush sideways or hit them head-on. There was nothing they could do.
What surprised him most was that when he increased his horse speed from a trot to a fast charge, the thirty infantrymen did not disorder themselves as he thought.
They were divided into three rows. The 10 people in the first row were half-kneeling on the ground, the 10 people in the second row were lunging forward, and the 10 people in the third row were standing upright.
Invariably, they placed the short spears under their armpits, held the wooden handle with their right hand, and placed their left hand at the junction of the iron horn and the wooden handle.
What are you doing? Does such a mere short spear want to stop the charge launched by six knights?
Maybe you are scared?
Das couldn't help but think about it. He had already approached these wandering militiamen and was about to engage in battle.
The sound of horse hooves is like a rapid drumbeat, getting clearer and faster, fifty yards, forty yards, thirty yards...
“No one is allowed to move, no one is allowed to move. ." Das roared, even after many battles, some of the Holy Gunslingers' bodies were still swaying slightly.
Closer, closer, the faces under the moonlight gradually became clearer, until their ferocious features were revealed in Das's eyes.
“Praise the Holy Spirit!”
Das roared, as if he could roar away the fear in his heart.
After giving the command to fire the barrel gun, thirty holy gunmen immediately pulled out the spring key from the gun box.
In the clockwork barrel, the elastic potential energy converted by mana is converted into the kinetic energy of the gears in less than a millisecond.
The gear and firing rod rack collided together, splashing countless sparks, and the air flow stirred in the air pressure balance hole and gun tube.
Pushed by the gear, the firing rod screamed as it shot out.
Amidst the roar of the friction between the firing rod and the barrel, nearly five hundred iron sand and stone pellets the size of fingernails were shot out.
The distance of twenty yards is the peak of the power of the shotgun. The storm composed of shotgun instantly enveloped the six knights.
The sound of popcorn popping continuously filled everyone’s ears.
The wall-like barrage swept across the six knights. Their proud armors shattered and exploded during the constant impact. Dozens of iron sand penetrated into the flesh and blood and internal organs, constantly stirring.
The extraordinary body they are proud of has become their most terrible curse.
Iron filings and stones flowed in the blood vessels, and some even penetrated into the lungs, liver, gallbladder, and kidneys, and some even penetrated directly into the heart and even the spine.
The horse was also neighing, and almost instantly, more than a dozen small blood holes appeared on its body.
Two of the six knights died immediately, and four others were seriously injured and fell to the ground, wailing under the weight of their seriously injured horses.
The sound of thunder from before seemed to still be in my ears, overwhelming all the sounds of wind and words.
The families of the soldiers watching secretly from the windows could hardly believe their eyes.
Six extraordinary knights, those are six extraordinary knights!
Just, die like that?
The Japanese short-haired goat really has a staff that can shoot thunder and lightning!
“Quick, pull the suspension bridge!” The captain of the armed peasant soldiers left behind was so anxious that he stuttered.
The soldiers at the suspension bridge hesitated: "Our people and relatives are still outside. I think they are quite far away, otherwise let our people come back first."
"I'll kill you! Pull the suspension bridge!" He kicked away the soldiers beside the suspension bridge. The captain of the armed peasant guard personally turned the winch and began to pull up the suspension bridge.
The rusty metal began to rub together, and the dust and feces squeezed on the suspension bridge rolled into the water, and there was another sound of horse hooves.
"Is this the knight?" the armed peasants shouted at the night guard on the watch tower, and the captain's movements slowed down a bit.
The face of the night watch guard changed suddenly, and he waved his hand towards the militia captain with great movements: "It's the cavalry, it's their cavalry, coming towards us."
The horse's hooves passed over the head of a knight , he could clearly see the nails and hay on the horseshoes, and dozens of horseshoes crossed his head.
He turned his head and saw forty cavalry wielding swords or maces, galloping on the road leading to the armory.
At the front of the cavalry, a battle flag with a golden Holy Grail was shining golden light. "Charge!" Jeanne roared angrily and raised the battle flag in her hand.
The battle flag was immediately wrapped into the shape of a spear head, and the hair of the horse under her seat stood up fluffy.
With the flag gun in front, the night watch guards who followed the knights did not hesitate at all. They quickly rolled to the side of the road and expressed their sworn relationship with the short-haired thieves with glares hidden behind the well in the house. spirit.
They reached the suspension bridge, a distance of about sixty yards. At the current horse speed, it would take about six or seven seconds.
Arrived, almost there, Jeanne could see the armory becoming more and more clear, as well as the slowly rising suspension bridge.
Even the scattered blades of grass and rolling gravel on the suspension bridge can be seen clearly.
The suspension bridge is like an old man getting out of bed. Every inch of his body is creaking and he is struggling to get up from the bed.
While turning the winch, the militia captain had exhausted all his life's strength, his face turned red, and his face was twisted in fear, as if he was smiling but not smiling.
"Everyone, try your best! Pull together!"
Under the rotation of the winch, under the expectant eyes of everyone, the suspension bridge was pulled up inch by inch. Finally, before Jeanne and the others arrived, it reached about 30 degrees. angle.
Looking at Jeanne who had completely disappeared behind the suspension bridge deck, the militia captain breathed a sigh of relief. He took a step back, handed the winch to someone else, and leaned against the wall, breathing loudly.
Then he heard the neighing of horses that he would never forget in his life.
"唏伦——"
The moon shone behind Jeanne, and the war horse under her jumped into the air, leaping high, and the golden flag gun appeared in their sight again.
Her face is cold, as cold as the flying Valkyrie in Norn mythology.
The horse's hoof fell on the suspension bridge and stirred up a cloud of dust.
“Charge!”
The thirty-degree angle was just convenient for Jeanne to charge, and blood stained the tip of the gun red in just a few seconds.
The suspension bridge of the armory slowly lowered, and Jeanne's figure appeared in front of everyone. She stood up with her gun drawn, and a river of blood flowed behind her.
So, the entire armory opened its doors nakedly to forty riders, thirty holy gunmen, and tens of thousands of vengeful refugees.
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Under the light of the torch, the moonlight was dyed red.
Beside the road to the armory, tens of thousands of refugees lined up in a long queue, holding torches and marching on the road, like a winding fire dragon.
Beside the road, the Black Hat Army and the Guards took out bundles of long guns, laid them out on the side of the road, and distributed them to the refugees according to their height and weight.
Every time a refugee came, a spear joined the team. In the end, the spears almost formed a moving forest.
900 sets of old breastplates and chainmails, although somewhat rusty and dirty, could still reflect the vague firelight, and came into the hands of the refugee team along with swords, guns, shields and breastplates.
Most of these weapons for close combat were distributed to the more fierce refugees.
"Good job." Horn picked up the handkerchief and wiped off the enemy's blood on Jeannajie's white face.
Jeanne was a little disappointed: "3,000 spears, 900 sets of old breastplates, and a few hundred scattered swords and shields. Is this the accumulation of three generations of Dukes of Kush? That's it?"
"I "Basically expected." Horn had already thought about it. According to Dardenne's situation, how could he not sell some weapons? "But even if it is only these, it is much better than before."
Now, The Guards Corps and the Black Hat Corps have each expanded to a thousand men from the new camp.
For the remaining people, Horn organized a brigade of ten people based on regional villages and relatives, elected brigade commanders on his own, and swore to each other not to betray.
In this way, the total strength of the refugee army and Horn's own new and old battalions reached about 12,000.
Including Horn's original equipment, almost 5,000 people have weapons, of which the old battalion of 1,000 people has sufficient training and combat effectiveness.
For the convenience of command, Horn also gave a new name to the entire 12,000 people.
"What's it called?" Jeanne asked curiously.
Horn pointed to the flag in the distance. The two-color black and red flags buzzed in the firelight, and a pitchfork-like cross was embroidered in the center of the flag.
“The Salvation Army.”
Horn pointed to the flag, but looked at Castle Joan of Arc, which was also lit up.
At 23:00 on November 10, 1444 in the imperial calendar, the Salvation Army was still one mile away from Castle Joan of Arc.
(End of this chapter)