Chapter 264 They are still moving forward
I thought I could use the knights to defeat these peasant rebels to delay time, but I didn’t expect that the knights to be defeated by the peasant rebels to delay time.
Fortunately, after the charge and flight of the knights, Enrico was bought a certain amount of time, and the infantry in chaos finally formed a square formation.
According to the traditional method of suppressing rebels, farmers and soldiers usually step forward to delay the enemy and seize the battle line through the resistance line.
The knights in the retinue kept charging back and forth and cutting corners to break up the enemy's formation. Finally, the extraordinary knight entered the enemy formation and made the final decision.
But now that the retinue of knights had been defeated, the extraordinary knights clearly felt that the proportion of extraordinary among those spearmen was not low.
"Your Majesty, the peasants and soldiers have now arranged their formation. We should attack immediately and defeat them before the opponent has arranged their formation." Bernardo expressed his opinion again.
But Count Enrico hesitated again. He remembered the experience of the knights he had just followed.
If it were him, would he dare to charge directly into the enemy's position?
Under the scorching gazes of the other knights, Enrico raised his head: "Where are the knights fighting for the peasants and soldiers? Let the peasants and soldiers come forward and bite the enemy, and we will charge from the side!"
In Victor's field of vision, these ridiculous armed peasant troops gradually appeared among the hills.
They were armed with a variety of pitchforks, iron axes and simple wooden shields, and wore tattered armed clothes.
Victor even saw that among the legs that were alternating back and forth, countless people were barefoot.
He seemed to see himself in the past, but at that time his face was not numb and fearful, but angry and excited.
As the leaders of the armed farmers, there are the rangers from each manor, who stood in a loose formation at the end.
The rangers held longbows in their hands, and at the orders of the extraordinary knights, they began to shoot waves of arrows at the Salvation Army.
The longbowmen are undoubtedly a technical unit that requires training, and they are just temporary troops mobilized from various manors.
This level of arrow rain is just right for bandits and rebels, but not enough for the Salvation Army.
"Be careful to avoid!"
At Victor's command, the soldiers lowered their heads one after another, and the sparse arrows hit the breastplates and helmets with loud bangs.
The bows they used were relatively soft bows, which failed to penetrate the breastplates of the Salvation Army soldiers and only shot bloody holes in their thighs and arms.
The dozens of Salvation Army soldiers who were injured and unable to move did not shout in fear, but gritted their teeth and retreated through the gaps in the team to the rear.
The orderlies accompanying the army and the medical soldiers in the rear quickly stepped forward and helped them move towards the field hospital in the rear.
They are still moving forward!
The dark formation kept moving forward amidst the intermittent rain of arrows, with almost no decrease in speed, and finally reached a distance of about 60 meters.
"Attack, kill." Raising the knight's sword in his hand, Count Enrico shouted angrily.
But what greeted him was not the excited response of the peasants and soldiers, but the thunderous sound of one voice.
It seemed like a long wall made of lead passed through the array of peasants and soldiers, and a few even landed on the legs of the knights behind them.
Listening to the sound of people around him flipping over, Count Enrico was not hit by a stray bullet until he was held down by other knights on his back.
"What's going on? What's going on?" In a hurry, his helmet fell to the ground. Count Enrico raised his head with disheveled hair and looked at everything in front of him blankly.
In front of him were armed farmers rolling on the ground in pain, with blood flowing all over the ground.
The hard lead penetrated their soft flesh, turning the internal organs, bones, and flesh into a paste.
Some peasant soldiers who were clearly just brushed on the cheek were so frightened that they pushed everyone around them down and staggered towards the rear.
"Shield up, shield up, shield up!"
"Shield wall tactics!"
The rangers roared loudly. In their general understanding, the best way to protect flying objects is the shield wall tactic.
Under the pressure of death, these peasants and soldiers actually formed a continuous shield wall with unimaginable efficiency.
The first row squatted down and raised their shields, the second row stood up and raised their shields, and the third row placed their round shields on their foreheads from behind.
But today they must have miscalculated. The simple wooden shield could not protect against the rapidly charging lead. On the contrary, the dense formation made the lead's killing efficiency higher.
“Praise the Holy Wind!”
Under the hand of the great Holy Father, the sacred gears made a creaking sound, and the endless holy wind poured in from the blowholes and turned into a roar of thunder. Another long wall made of lead passed through the array. This time, at least nearly a hundred people fell.
The shield wall that was once difficult for even the strong barbarians to break through collapsed after a round of gunfire.
“The devil, it’s the devil!”
“It’s a stick that spits out thunder and lightning!”
"Hey, it's a short-haired lightning rod. Everyone, retreat quickly."
The failure of the knight knight instantly exceeded 10% of casualties, ear-piercing screams, the offensive smell of viscera, and red stains Perspective of blood mist.
The peasants and soldiers were all crazy. They no longer cared about the extraordinary knights behind them and ran away frantically behind them.
The extraordinary knights were caught off guard and were immediately scattered into seven or eight knight teams of about ten people.
"Coward, despicable coward, you damn farmers, get back to the battlefield."
No matter how hard Enrico whipped his riding crop, he couldn't stop the crowd from rushing back.
There were only about a dozen knights around him, and the mountains and plains were full of fleeing armed peasants.
As the coach, Count Enrico actually froze in place at such a critical moment, standing at a loss.
This is completely different from the arena and the southern battlefield.
"Lord." Holding the crooked brimmed hat and disc helmet on his head, Bernardo walked against the flow of people for a long time before squeezing to Enrico's side, "Let everyone gather quickly, otherwise Will be..."
"Bang, bang, bang!" The familiar gunshot sounded again, and at the same time, there was the neighing of the overturned war horse.
The high-speed marching Fourth Army of the Black Hat Army has already rushed forward.
In this narrow terrain, seven or eight extraordinary knights were held hostage by deserters. They could only watch helplessly as the Salvation Army raised their holy blunderbuss and fired lead bullets.
“No——”
Enrico’s cry had not stopped yet, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw another white light coming from the corner of his eye.
On the other side, Jeanne, who looked like a Valkyrie, was waving a battle flag and driving thunder and lightning through the extraordinary knights.
Four or five extraordinary knights fell from their horses, and the other cuirassiers behind Jeanne took out their cavalry muskets and started shooting.
In a short period of time, nearly twenty knights have fallen from their horses, and at least thirty extraordinary knights have secretly disappeared among the deserters.
For the first time, Count Enrico felt what it meant to be defeated.
The front army was squeezed, and the rear army was squeezed by the Second Army of the Guards and the Sixth Army of the Black Hats who bypassed the hillside.
The infantry could only run up the hillside, and the knights going up the hillside slowed down their speed and became a target. Standing in the crowd was even more of a target for the Salvation Army, which was approaching quickly.
Mader, why are they starting a war in this area? Are all the knights in the army stupid pigs?
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Count Enrico held the sword tightly and comforted himself, "These deserters will leave this area sooner or later. We can still gather to charge. We have a chance."< br>
"Lord Count, we really should go." Bernardo pulled the reins of Count Enrico's war horse, "Didn't you hear a burst of thunder coming from behind? They had The devil's help!"
"No, I won't leave. This is the glory of the knight."
"Sir, you must think carefully. If you die in their hands, you will die in the hands of civilians." Bernardo slowly revealed the truth that had never been seen in the arena. "They will not accept the ransom from the family. , Duke Dardenne is an example."
Enrico's body stiffened for a moment, and he swallowed, and the timidity concealed by the so-called family glory and noble status came to his heart.
“Let’s go!”
When Enrico’s flag retreated, the situation completely collapsed.
The First Black Hat Legion took a step forward, raised their spears, and began to clean up the battlefield.
As for the rest of the legions -
They are still advancing!
(End of this chapter)