Chapter 164 Long Bridge, bloody road! (End) [6k Ultra-HD Remastered Edition]
The wooden bridge suspended by thick iron cables on the long bridge made a creaking sound. Under the trampling of the refugees back and forth, the bridge deck even began to vibrate slightly. Tremble.
Unlike before when they crossed the wooden bridge to fight towards the city hall, the morale of the refugees today is not as good as before.
You know, there were nearly three thousand members of the Refugee Salvation Army who crossed the Long Bridge. Originally, they almost entered the alley against the one thousand mercenaries.
Once they entered the alley, the charge power of the knights was greatly reduced. Now a mere fifty knights beat them to pieces.
Counting the people walking on the bridge, about a thousand people stayed on the other side. Some of them were killed and injured in the previous battle, and the rest were left behind.
Although he didn’t know where the wall of fog came from, Horn was still thankful that most of the people on the opposite side had really withdrawn.
As for the morale issue, it is too late to take care of it for the time being. They have more important things to do.
In the night wind, the thick fog was gradually blown away, and the thick iron cables of the entire long bridge began to sway, and the horses' hooves beat rhythmically on the bridge deck.
The black shadow gradually became clear in the thick white fog. The long sword took the lead in breaking through the white fog and sprinted forward.
Thirty extraordinary knights formed three columns and rushed out of the white mist. The mist hung like ribbons between the gaps in their armors and floated far away.
There is only one end of their charge - the refugees on the other side of the bridge.
"Lancers, Holy Gunsmen, come forward!"
Directing the crowd to retreat to leave an open space, Horn shouted towards the Holy Gunsmen behind the crowd.
Pushing away the refugees blocking the road, the old camp of the Salvation Army finally appeared.
The spearmen of the Black Hat Army came to the first row with their spears. They pressed the back end of the spear on the ground and pointed the front end at the extraordinary knights.
Three rows and seven columns of holy gunmen came forward, standing staggered with the spearmen. Since the accuracy of the clockwork guns was so poor, they could only make up for it with quantity and range.
The first row is still half-kneeling, the second row is lunging forward, and the third row is standing upright.
But what was different this time was that they lost three clockwork guns, and they were not facing a simple six knights, but a full thirty.
The leader was none other than Frisiska. Under the influence of high-speed charging and killing, his whole body became completely excited.
Charge and kill, this is what a knight should do. A knight should ride on a high-speed horse and pick off heads one by one.
It sounds a bit obscene to say, but when Frisiska thought of this, she immediately stood up.
The infantry are so weak that they actually advised them not to cross the bridge, but if they can't cross the bridge, they are still no knights.
The surrounding area of his vision turned red, and he could only see clear small dots in front of him, while everything on both sides was blurred.
He could only see the cowardly enemy in front of him, those lowly unclean people, they deserved to die.
"Unclean ones, run!" Frisiska yelled at the holy gunmen in front of her with a ferocious smile, "Mercella's messengers are here to pick off your heads!"
laugh The sound reached Horn's ears. He took a deep breath, picked up the 40 mm caliber clockwork hand cannon, and stood in the middle of the holy gunners.
Amidst the continuous sound of gears turning, Horn leveled his hand cannon and aimed at the first knight in front.
Seeing Frisiska passing the red ribbon, Horn shouted: "Fifty yards."
The horse's hooves stepped on the body of an old man, Horn continued Shout: "Forty yards!"
Amidst the increasingly rapid sound of horse hooves, Horn gradually saw the ferocious faces of the knights clearly.
"Thirty yards...get ready!"
Straightening the gun stand in front of him, Horn took a deep breath through his nose, pulled out the key of the clockwork hand cannon, and roared angrily Get up: "Praise the Holy Spirit!"
A solid projectile the size of a pigeon egg flew out from the black hole of the hand cannon, and the scream of the air pressure balance hole made people's eardrums hurt.
The projectile pierced the air, causing a terrifying scream, and directly hit the faceplate of the knight rushing at the front.
The strong visor sunk inward, and blood mixed with bone fragments shot out from the gaps in the helmet's visor.
The knight's head flew backwards, causing his whole body to fall to the ground.
"唏伦——"
The fallen horse screamed and fell down, lying across the bridge, directly tripping the other horse behind it, and a knight behind him simply It flew out of the long bridge and fell into the water.
Before the knights could be surprised, the sound of gear rotation and thunder that would become the nightmare of countless knights sounded again.
A storm composed of hundreds of pieces of iron sand once again enveloped the bridge. The tinkling sound of iron sand hitting the armor continued, splashing countless sparks.
The war horses screamed, not even extraordinary knights can wear armor.
With nowhere to hide on the bridge, seven or eight knights were knocked off their horses by the iron sand, and some even fell directly from their horses into the river.
“Ah, save me, save me!”
“Devil, it’s the wind blown by the devil!”
Three or five knights fell from the bridge one after another, and white water splashed higher on the river again.
Then the refugees who were gradually retreating heard the wailing of the knights for the first time.
The remaining knights were still charging subconsciously, but the war cries in their mouths stopped.
They didn’t understand. What was that just now, the witch’s spell? Could it be that these people are all witches or wizards?
“Don’t be afraid!” Frisisca yelled in pain, “Don’t be afraid, after they launch once, it takes a long time to reload, just like a crossbow, rush over, rush over. ”
A hole was pierced through Frisiska's visor, and he could feel a fragment stuck on his cheekbone. The pain from the torn muscles made his expression more ferocious.
"Saint Dupinsas!"
"Be careful!"
Horn's eyes were dazzled, and he was pulled to the side of the road. When he looked back, he saw that it was the man from before. That old man.
Less than a yard away from him, more than twenty knights roared in battle, crashing into the first row of gun array like a heavy truck.
It was like a strong wind blowing through catkins, and about four or five holy gunmen were knocked out like broken dolls.
The five knights at the front were also pierced through the necks of their horses under the resistance of the spear array and fell over.
But the knights quickly stood up, drew out the long swords from their waists, and slashed the holy gunslinger and the long gunner in front of them.
But the war horses were pressing on the holy gunmen and spearmen in the front row. The weight of thousands of pounds made it impossible for them to get up. They could only watch helplessly as the knights took out their swords and chopped off their heads. .
The horses' hooves trampled over the heads of the holy gunmen, and the following knights had already rushed over and ran into the scattered soldiers of the old camp of the Salvation Army.
The old soldiers in the back row immediately raised their spears and charged towards the knights. After this period of fighting, they no longer needed the ropes around their waists.
Roaring angrily, the Black Hat Army ordered the companies to raise their spears, line up in unison, and kill the knights.
They were mortals after all, and the three-layered spear array was no match for the knights. Horse hooves kicked, and the knights directly ran over the black hats.
“Help, it’s a knight!”
“Master knight, don’t kill me, I am innocent.”
"Run quickly, run quickly."
When the refugees and the old soldiers in black were knocked down by the knights, the refugees finally became afraid. They turned around and ran behind them crying. go.
"Why are you running? Why are you running?" Colton covered the bandaged wound on his shoulder and roared at the fleeing refugees.
But no one listened to him. They only glanced at him and ran away along the river.
Colton stood a little confused. Wasn't he still shouting and killing the knight just now? How did it become like this?
Are the Knights really that invincible?
Suddenly, Colton heard a childish cry.
"Papa, mom, wake up."
Why are there children's voices on this battlefield?
Looking in the direction of the sound, a laborer's hut was collapsed, and a little girl was crying in front of two young corpses.
Not far from the little girl, a knight was speeding towards him.
“Wait!” Colton pushed away the crowd and ran towards the little girl crying in front of her parents’ bodies, but he was still a step too late.
“It’s so noisy.”
The long sword slashed across her back, leaving a bloody mark on her back, and the little girl fell heavily on the corpses of her parents.
“Beast!”
Colton yelled at the knight who was rushing away with his eyes wide open.
Looking at the refugees around him who were still running away even though they had slowed down, he burst out laughing angrily:
“Hahahahaha, run, you run away, run away from here. Get out!”
“When you die, tell the dead souls under the wine, the dead souls of your relatives and friends, that you are afraid and run away.”
The steps of the refugees stagnated a little. They looked back, at the black-clothed soldiers who were still fighting with the knights, and at the bodies of the mother and daughter on the ground.
"Aren't you going to run? Where do you want to run?" Colton's roaring voice invaded everyone's ears on the noisy battlefield.
"Run away, wait until your descendants and descendants become wine for generations to come, and see where they can run?"
Some refugees began to stop, On their way forward, it seemed that there was no longer a dark street.
They seemed to have seen it, witnessed with their own eyes the cries of countless children in the Blue Blood Orphanage.
They seemed to see their parents and loved ones starving to death, while the knights and priests took away their last food.
Just run away like this? Run from here to there, run from here to there, just keep running?
You can run away, of course you can run away, no one is stopping them, but why can't they move?
But where can I escape and survive?
“I won’t run, I won’t run.”
“I ran from Hotam to Upper River, I ran from Kasha to Langsand, I tell you, I won’t run this time—I won’t run!”
After yelling at those who were running away, Colton ignored the injury on his shoulder, picked up the spear in his hand, and stumbled towards a knight who fell off his horse.
Although he couldn't see clearly the knight's face under his armor, he could clearly feel that the other party was sneering.
It was just like the knight's sneer when he knelt in front of the forest.
"Devil! Die!"
Colton roared and rushed forward, thrusting out the spear in his hand.
When he regained consciousness, he was lying on the ground.
The severe pain did not spread until this moment. It was a wound from the ribs to the collarbone.
He could hear the sound of his spear clanging to the ground. The blood loss and severe pain in his chest attacked his brain, and he could not move his body at all.
On the ground beside his ears, Colton could hear the sound of horse hooves as the knights rushed left and right, and the footsteps of the refugees.
The sound was like a drum, getting clearer and clearer.
Looking at the sky full of moonlight, Colton's previous confusion once again occupied his mind. Just, is it over?
It was so sudden. Did it still fail?
The moonlight in front of Colton's eyes blurred, and deep sleep almost swallowed his consciousness. Little Colton, Papa is coming to find you. Papa died without shame. Papa died to kill the knight. Papa...
...Who is pulling him? The spear in your hand?
Colton blinked hard, and behind the blur of tears, he saw a boy who was also crying bitterly.
He looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his eyes were filled with tears. He was so scared that his whole body was shaking, but he still rushed towards a knight with his spear.
Then the black dagger in his hand was picked up by an old woman. Her eyes were already half blind from crying. Then she called her daughter's name and stumbled towards the knight.
It wasn’t just them. I don’t know when, more and more refugees ran up against the flow of people and pounced on them one by one.
They were trembling, roaring with cries, using their bodies to block the knights' attack, and fell to the ground one by one.
But there were still countless hands, picking up the weapons on the ground without hesitation, and the weapons were constantly passed on by the rough hands stained by mud and paint.
Flails, pitchforks, hoes and even bricks, the refugees roared in fear and smashed the strange weapons on the knights.
They can't even have a weapon for everyone.
“Get away, you lowly unclean one.”
A knight used a long sword to chop off the head of a refugee holding a horse’s leg, but he was surprised to find that the headless body Still locked tightly to the horse's legs.
"You, you guys..."
Before he could finish speaking, a biting cold feeling came from his waist.
A thin young man was so frightened that his face was filled with tears, but the dagger in his hand was firmly inserted into the knight's body through the gap in the armor.
He refused to let go. The knight struck back with a sword, and the boy's head fell to the ground.
“Bang!”
The knight fell down from his horse, and what he saw before he died was the face of the boy whose head he had cut off.
That face showed relief and the joy of successful revenge.
Not only the refugees, but the workers on the roof also stood up. He may not have the courage to face the knights directly, but they have their own ways of resistance.
One stone after another hit the helmets of the knights, and mud and feces flowed into the knights' faces along the gaps in the helmets.
Unconsciously, the speed of these twenty knights had changed from charging to trotting, and some even couldn't run anymore.
Frisiska cursed in shock and anger: "You lowly unclean person, I am a glorious knight, you will go to hell if you do this..."
His answer was a close voice. There was a heavy sound close by, and Frisiska turned her head back. A knight was hooked by the scythe and dragged directly to the ground.
The knight immediately stood up, drew his sword, and tried to defend on foot, but opposite him was a soldier in black who had already raised his wind-up gun.
The distance between them is less than ten yards.
After the gunshot, more than a dozen holes were made in the neck armor, and a stone bullet just passed through the knight's throat.
When the holy gun hand was holding the clockwork gun and looking for the next target, the knight's throat was blowing blood bubbles on the gap in the neck armor with his last breath.
Frisisca then realized that something was wrong. Unlike the other side of the river, there were too many refugees where they were.
The eaves are low, the ground is full of potholes, and there are barricades and trenches on the road that have not been demolished before. They cannot increase their speed at all.
If that were all, Frisisca would still have the confidence to fight out. After all, their pitchforks couldn't penetrate her armor at all.
But the problem is that those disgusting and terrifying black sticks can break through their armor from a distance.
As the effects of the medicine wore off, regret flooded Frisiska's mind. He shouldn't have crossed the river.
But when he was distracted for a moment, Frisiska's vision went dark, and a piece of mud was thrown from nowhere, and it stuck to his face, covering the seam in the visor. .
"Who threw the mud?"
Before he finished speaking, the horse under him was stabbed in the neck with a pitchfork by the refugees who came up.
"Papa, grandma, I will avenge you!"
"Damn bastard, son - ah -"
"Give me my house back! Give me my home!"
In a narrow field of vision blocked by mud , countless refugees roared like crazy and rushed towards Frisiska.
“Are you crazy?” The embarrassed long sword slashed left and right, hacking to death the refugees who were rushing toward them. Frisisca shouted in disbelief, “You are possessed by the devil. Are you done? "
In front of him were countless hands, holding countless weapons. The common people who were once as cowardly as quails were so hideous that their roars were more terrifying than the roar of lions.
He drove the horse forward in a panic, but as if in a swamp, Frisiska could not move even an inch.
He waved the sword in his right hand in panic, while his left hand kept wiping the mud on his faceplate.
Then he felt something cut the rope of his saddle, and a huge force came from his waist, followed by a spinning sense of imbalance.
When her back hit the ground hard, Frisiska realized that what he was seeing was the night sky stained by moonlight and firelight.
The muzzle of the wind-up gun was pressed against his forehead.
"Wait, I have a ransom..."
"Bang——"
When Horn gathered his men and stood at the bridge again, there were only a few knights left on this side of the river. to ten people.
They were swallowed up by the wave of people, screaming in terror while waving the swords in their hands angrily and feebly.
"Be careful, Salvation Army, be careful." A worker standing on the roof shouted loudly to the army of refugees below, "The knight is coming again."
Seeing Horn standing indifferently, the laborer simply ran out of his home. He picked up the hammer and chisel he usually used for work, and roared towards the knights.
The terrifying sound of horse hooves came again.
Visibly to the naked eye, the iron cables of the long bridge trembled more violently, and two more teams of seventy knights rushed towards this side.
If these new knights are allowed to rush in, not to mention breaking through the nearly 10,000 refugees, there will be no problem in taking back the knights who are trapped in the formation.
Standing at the end of the bridge, Horn stared at the long bridge in front of him indifferently.
"Aren't you hiding?" Paslik, who had just rescued Horn, asked.
Horn glanced at Paslik. He didn't know where the old man came from and couldn't believe him.
But for the sake of saving so many people, Horn still replied: "Don't hide."
"Why?"
"Guess , after fighting for so long, where has Jeanne gone?”
Paslik was stunned for a moment. He thought for a few seconds, and then suddenly looked at the piers of the long bridge: "You mean?"
The sound of rapid horse hooves was very close at hand, and seventy people came to rescue Free. Siska's knight appeared in their sight.
The leader's eyes were red, and it seemed that he had just taken the potion. When he saw Horn and Paslik chatting at the bridge as if they were chatting with each other, the fury in his eyes suddenly became intense.
Facing their charge formation of seventy knights, what does it mean to just leave two people waiting at the bridge?
"I'm going to kill that young man." The leading knight shouted, "No one is allowed to fight with me."
Perhaps the thrill of charging occupied their brains, and the knights let out strange screams, but no one noticed the sound of the iron ropes rubbing against each other.
The horses are prancing, and the leading knight has clearly seen the face of the man at the bridge. He knows who this is, the legendary grandson.
A surge of ecstasy instantly occupied the hearts of the knights.
"Don't kill him, keep alive, it's more valuable!"
Put away the long sword, the knight stretched out his iron glove from a distance, and the Khan potion made him confident that he could be there Instantly caught the young man who was as thin as a chicken.
Closer, closer, the last ten yards, the knights in the first row can clearly see the faces of the young and old people... What is that sarcastic smile about?
Why is it that no matter how the war horse plows its hooves, Horn over there is getting further and further away?
After the excitement of the potion passed, he felt a strange sense of imbalance.
When? The smile on the knight's face froze.
It was only then that he realized that the horse's hoof was hanging in the air, and even the Khan potion could no longer keep him balanced.
"How is it possible?"
The knights roared in disbelief.
From the shore to the bridge pier, the thick iron cables of the thirty-meter-long road bridge, which might not be broken even if cut with a knife for a month, actually broke.
It actually broke? !
The white moonlight shone on the armor, reflecting the desperate face of the knight. He watched Horn getting further and further away, until everything in front of him was occupied by the water flow.
Huge water splashed one after another, and among the screams and screams, seventy knights slid from the long bridge into the water one by one.
A series of exclamations suddenly arose from the other side, and Jeanne slid along the iron rope to the long beach beside the river.
Electrical light instantly flooded the river, and the screams of the knights echoed in the night sky.
"Those who grow wheat eat chaff, and those who weave cloth have no clothes."
Muttering softly, Horn did not look at the struggling knights in the river, and pulled out his waist The blood covered the clouds in the room, and he walked towards the most dangerous crowd.
"While Eve and Adam were plowing, the nobles and gentlemen were sitting in the high hall?"
The knights were shouting desperately, and countless torches trembled amidst the roars of the refugees, but Horn's ears were extremely quiet, just listening Get your own voice.
“Occupy my wife, seize my house, and kill my good parents!”
Horn’s voice gradually became louder.
Four yards in front of him, a knight's horse was caught by the cable's legs. The young knight flew directly from the horse and slid on the ground for several meters.
Horn walked towards the knight, and behind him, on the stone bridge farther away, were villagers holding torches
"Countless heads rolling in..."
Countless hands held down the knight's body, and his knees were broken by a clockwork gun. He could only use his hands to push away the refugees who were trying to peel off his armor.
"You, don't come here." The knight cried out like never before, and a stench seeped out from his crotch.
Fingernails dyed gray opened the visor of his helmet, and a young man he had never seen before stepped on his chest and raised a sword with a glowing red light high.
Horn seemed to be roaring the last words.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
The long sword fell, and the blood covered half of Horn's face. He raised his head, and there was no one left standing. knight.
The surrounding refugees were all injured, but their eyes were as fierce as night owls in hell.
Pointing the Blood Covering Cloud to the other side of the river, Horn pointed the Blood Covering Cloud in his hand to the other side:
"The demon is in the castle. All believers, follow me and wipe out all the demons——"
(End of this chapter)