Chapter 273: Falling into the abyss!
The vision was wrapped in black shadows. Through the magnification of the lookout glass, Horn could clearly see more than 100 knights starting to form a triangular array in front of the formation.
Triangle formation and diamond formation are the most commonly used charge formations by the Imperial Knights.
As long as the first row and the sharpest corner can break through the enemy formation, then the extraordinary knights behind will be able to successfully tear apart the formation even if they are just a little bit close.
This is in line with the charge pattern of the Imperial Knights.
According to Colebo, when the knights charge, it is impossible to maintain a complete formation like the infantry.
The condition of the war horse, the condition of the knight, weapons, weather, training level, breathing method and other reasons lead to the fact that the brave knight who rides a good horse must rush to the front, while the cowardly knight who rides a bad horse falls behind. Last and both wings.
Among the hundred charging knights, only the knights in the first row at the front play the role of charging, and those behind are most likely fighting with the wind.
The "Khan Potion" that Frisiska and the others drank during the Battle of Long Bridge was to inspire courage and forget the danger.
There are advantages and disadvantages, which also leads to the situation where the knights cannot be calm and attack recklessly during the charge.
This triangular array is the most consistent with the rule that warriors come first and cowards come last.
While observing these knights, Horn suddenly felt a blur in his eyes.
He put down the observation glass and turned to the other side, only to see that the lens was blurred by a drop of water.
Raising his head, Horn looked at the gray sky: "Is it going to rain?"
"My Majesty, what did you say?"
"Nothing." Horn handed the observation glass to Hakuto and tightened the blood-covering cloud in his hand.
The Salvation Army, the lives of the people of Fort Joan of Arc depended on this.
All preparations have been made, this is the fateful battle.
"Gentlemen, prepare to fight!"
As soon as Horn finished speaking, his brows furrowed suddenly, and a feeling of discomfort rose from the back of his head.
He raised his lookout glass and looked at the Joan of Arc army in the distance.
“We, the Lord of all things in heaven, hallow your name as holy...”
“Your power is in the sky, and your will is spread in the earth...”
< br>Holy oil was applied to the forehead, and a dozen exorcist monks stood behind the knights, chanting with echoes flowing through the forest.
The wind with moisture made the monks' clothes sticky. Their eyes turned white, their hands continued to tremble forward, and their voices became louder and louder.
The flames representing blessings spread out on the surface of their bodies like tentacles, then slowly spread forward into the fan-shaped area in front of them.
In the light of the flames, there seemed to be an invisible horseshoe under the horses' hooves, lifting the knights' bodies by more than an inch.
Unless you encounter a water depth of more than 2 meters or a pothole of more than 5 meters, the invisible horseshoe will step through all pits and trenches without hindrance.
Berard's Adam's apple moved up and down. After swallowing a whole bottle of alcohol-smelling Khan potion, his vision began to appear double and his body became visibly red.
Smiling ferociously and moving his arms, Berard raised the lance in his hand.
"Knights, charge!"
The invisible horseshoe hit the ground, as if beating the drum called the earth, making the nearby gravel jump.
The wind carrying a few drops of rain passed through the gaps in the armor, soaked the knights' clothes, and jumped into their scarlet eyes.
This did not calm their inexplicably furious hearts.
“Unclean ones, you deserve to die!”
Pulling down their masks, at the call to charge, the knights wielded lances or swords and entered the running stage.
Brushes, streams, mud puddles...
No obstacle can slow down its speed. In the blurred vision, those hateful short hairs gradually appear.
Berard's expression gradually became ferocious.
If he hadn't picked up Juano's ruler, his previous defeat would have been enough for Prince Condai to kick him out of the imperial company.
It's all these shorthairs' fault!
"Charge! Attack!" After Berard shouted, he leaned down. He is a triangular sharp knife and must be the fastest one.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. The movement of the war horse was not in the rhythm of the attack.
Not just him, Berard felt that all the knights around him were slowing down, and the originally neat formation actually became chaotic.
Some knights even bumped into their horses.
"What's going on?" Berard shouted.
"Lord Berard, look at the horse's hooves."
Looking down at the horse's hooves, thick white silk threads are wrapped around the war horse's legs, pulling on them. their pace.
This is... isn't this the silk of those giant spiders in the wild spider forest? When...
He turned around suddenly and looked at the bushes they passed through. Under the leaves swaying in the wind, a few wisps of white were floating in the wind.
Berard fell into the abyss.
"Spin! Spin to the left!"
Waves of thunderous sounds sounded, and severe pain came from the waist.
Berard tilted his body subconsciously, and under the squeeze of the hard armor, more blood flowed out from the wound on his waist.
Clenching his teeth and covering the wound, Berard raised his head, and nearly ten knights around him fell one after another.
"Turn left!" Berard shouted again. No one listened to his orders. All the knights lay on their horses, panicking to avoid the lead flying past their sides like locusts.
Their horses' hoofs were entangled, unable to advance or retreat, and they were in panic in the center of the battlefield, waiting for the support of the infantry.
"Mard, turn left, turn left!"
The faint command sounded amidst the sound of the gun, and Berard heard one word - "Charge" ! ”
In front of the first line of defense, Brune held the shaft of the red pine lance in his hand and stood in the first row of the team as a veteran.
No one would have thought that the cowardly and foolish man had become a brigade commander, with a powerful force of ten command companies under his command.
Brune has killed many people, both knights and ordinary night guards.
But when he stood on the battlefield and there was no one in front of him, only the enemy troops like a sea wave, he still felt scared.
But Brune is the division captain's marionette. He can do nothing but obey orders. In other words, he is the one who obeys orders the most.
"Second Guards Regiment! All pikemen, charge in two brigades as a group!"
"Stay in formation! Don't pass me!" As he stepped forward with his long legs, Brune felt that he was beyond doubt. The sound of shouting is simply that of another person.
Ladfoot was trampling on the ground, and he could clearly see the fearful faces of the knights, night guards and armored sergeants.
“For victory!” Brunedang roared first, and the entire array roared with the same roar.
“For victory!”
The pace gradually quickened, Brune rushed to a wounded knight who was entangled in spider silk, and thrust out his spear.
“Seeking death!” Berard reluctantly let go of his hand covering his waist, and thrust the knight’s sword towards Brune.
The barrel of the spear rotated in his hand. With the blessing of breathing and charging, the speed of the spear head exceeded Berard's imagination.
"Ji——Zi..."
"Humph——Damn..."
Stabbing through the knight's soft armpit, the cold spearhead pierced the flesh, flesh and internal organs, and then pierced out from the collarbone.
The spear instantly bent into an arc. Berard almost fainted from the pain and completely lost his balance.
"Boom!" There was severe pain in the lower back, the gloomy sky fell to the side, and dark red blood flowed out from the original bullet wound.
As he howled in disbelief, Brune forcibly dragged him to the ground with a spear.
When Brune withdrew the spear, the blood-stained tip of the spear was still hung with the gray-white blood vessels and flesh strands cut by Berard.
"Wait, wait..."
Blood flowed down like a waterfall, his body curled up involuntarily, and the semi-conscious Berard shouted indiscriminately.
His subconscious predicted what he would encounter next.
Jonar quickly stepped forward and kicked off the mask, and passed the armed sword smoothly through his mouth that was open in pain.
"Wait..." With the armed sword in his mouth, Berard still wanted to speak.
The hand holding the sword stirred hard, and several broken teeth popped out. Spinal fluid and messy body fluids flowed into Berard's throat along the opening.
The spearman drew his armed sword, and blood dripped on Berard's pale face.
With a stiff neck, Berard's head fell heavily to the ground.
His wide eyes seemed to say that he never expected to die in the hands of a farmer like this.
“Drink, bah, wait, wait, wait!”
After stepping on Berard's face and digging into his tall nose, Brune once again thrust his spear at the infantry in front.
On a front more than seventy meters wide, hundreds of infantrymen in the first row collapsed at a touch.
"Third and Fourth Brigade!" the division captain's command sounded, "Charge!"
"Get in shape!" Pulling out the spear from the corpse, Brune took two steps back. Yell at the people around you.
The spearmen of the two brigades rushed through the gap between them. The two rows of spears were like a dense forest of steel, slamming into the chaotic peasant army.
"Death! You lackeys of the nobles!"
"Grandma, watch me avenge you!"
The evaporated blood dyed the moisture into the smell of rust, hitting everyone present olfactory nerve.
The screams before death, the howling of crows, the flying blood, and just stepping on someone else's intestines or internal organs.
“The devil, it’s the devil!”
"Why are there so many extraordinary beings? Holy Father, save me!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"It's the devil, get back!"< br>
Under the attack of the war monks one after another, and after three rounds of replacement, the morale of these more than a thousand soldiers completely collapsed.
The supporting infantry were like an avalanche, charging backwards at a faster speed than they were moving forward.
In other words, it's not just the infantry. After Berard's death, the knights who lost their leader began to fight on their own.
If you are lucky, you can retreat among the infantry.
Those who are unlucky can only be like starfish left on the coast when the tide recedes, being cannibalized by the ant-like low-level extraordinary war monks.
The corpses of knights fell from their horses one after another, as if giant trees whose roots were corroded by floods collapsed one after another.
(End of this chapter)