Chapter 275: The sudden sound of thunder
Fighting from morning to afternoon, Horn, who had occupied a favorable terrain and made sufficient preparations, could clearly feel that the power gap between the two sides was getting smaller.
As long as this consumption continues, the command company will have to take action.
The sound of horse hooves vibrated, and another group of knights broke out from the Boolian army and rushed towards Horn's position.
The soldiers on the left wing immediately prepared themselves and picked up the holy blunderbuss, waiting calmly with the black muzzle.
But to everyone's surprise, the cavalry team circled around and plunged into the poisonous smoke.
Having lost their target, the holy gunners turned their heads blankly and looked at the knights walking through the poisonous smoke.
The horses' hooves alternated, their backs were arched, and the wind kicked up by the cavalry as they passed through made a big hole in the poisonous smoke.
There were spider threads in the bushes on the road, and these knights simply jumped over one by one with their skilled equestrian skills.
“No!” Victor reacted instantly, “The Imperial Company has taken action!”
Fifteen lancers, Boillou sent out fifteen lancers at once.
It's not that he doesn't want to send more troops, but the battlefield is narrow and there is only so much space to pass through the Salvation Army's position and reach the rear.
"First Holy Gun Division, turn left and fire! Turn left and fire!" Looking at the direction of the Lancers, Victor seemed to have thought of something and was shocked.
The lead chased the knights' backs, and only the three or five squire knights on the rear wings fell off their horses.
The Second Legion of the Black Hats on the second line of defense realized the Lancers' intentions at the same time. They turned left in panic, but they still only shot down five or six knights.
Hindered by spider webs, poisonous smoke, and earth barriers, about a half-dozen lancers were left behind and forced to fight the Saviors.
The remaining nine Lancers passed through the edge of the second line of defense and quickly maneuvered towards Horn.
"What's going on?" Horn, who was standing on the carriage watching the battle, suddenly noticed a commotion on the front line.
Hakuto came quickly from the front on horseback: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, a group of knights, possibly knights from the Imperial Company, are coming towards you."
"Where are they?" Horn asked eagerly after jumping out of the carriage. He was answered by the sound of the outer carriage falling.
"Mader, the gun team is not allowed to move, stay on the second line of defense!" Putting on his helmet, Horn rushed toward the source of the sound.
At the same moment when Horn ran over, beside the overturned carriage, several fallen extraordinary knights stood up holding on to their helmets.
Under them were the Skitarii who were crushed or killed by them.
The dust mixed with blood and sawdust stuck to the young faces of the Skitarii, never to wake up again.
“Hahaha, the unclean are so fragile!”
"Kill! The demon is right in front!"
Withdrawing their swords, the extraordinary knights laughed and began to kill wantonly amid the screams of the Skitarii.
Too fast, too fast. Horn didn't expect that this group of knights could reach the rear at such a speed.
Fortunately, Horn had set up a two-story car fort in advance. At present, the nine Lancers have only broken through the first car barrier, and heavy objects have been placed on the second car barrier to make it stronger.
The adjutant leading the team discovered this small problem.
"Don't kill them, they are all small characters!" Looking at the war monks who gathered quickly, the adjutant drew his lance, "Follow me, there is a chariot and fort."
Under the adjutant's shout, The knights of the Lancers gathered again, and the fallen knights were cleaning up the battlefield around them.
“Look at my flag and charge!”
Led by the adjutant, the knights with the square flag rushed to the front row, but ordered the knights to fall behind.
Unlike most ordinary extraordinary knights, the off-duty cavalry in the Order Company have time to train formations and control who is in front and who is behind.
According to Jeshka, if there are twenty warriors among one hundred ordinary extraordinary knights, then there are ninety warriors among one hundred edict knights.
This is not an edict that knights are not afraid of death. What ordinary extraordinary knights fear most is falling off their horses and dying from being surrounded.
For extraordinary knights of the order knight level, falling to death and being surrounded are only small probability events, so they naturally dare to charge.
The lances pointed forward in a row, the muscles of the war horses tensed, and they neighed.
The horse's hooves splashed up the wet soil, and the dim light seemed to cast a layer of gray light and shadow on these terrible knights.
"Lower your body!" the adjutant yelled.
The lead particles whizzed past him, and one of them even brushed against the adjutant’s helmet, creating a series of sparks.
But they charged in column, and their attack area was small. They only hit two or three knights. At a distance of fifty meters, they were much faster than ordinary extraordinary knights. The holy gunners of the First Guards Corps did not even have time to fire a second shot.
Of course they will not hit the thick carriage wall straight away, but rush towards the place where the two chariots are connected.
At the junction between the chariots and the chariots, the elite fully-armored war monks of the First Guards Corps lined up behind sacks of earth and pointed their spears diagonally at the oncoming knights.
"Stand still! Stand still!" The five armored spearmen in front and the five halberdiers behind lined up in two columns and blocked the gap.
The sound of horse hooves became clearer and clearer, and a row of shining silver lances came towards the head at high speed.
The first second the two soldiers in the first row came into contact with the knights, they were knocked away for more than two meters, and blood flowed from their helmets to their necks.
The speed of the first square flag knight who rushed in was greatly reduced by the reaction force, and a low-level extraordinary halberdier immediately stretched out his halberd and hooked it at the junction of his chest and neck.
"Get down!" the Halberdier roared.
The Knights of the Banner did not come down.
Because he passed over the scattered corpses and seriously injured people on the ground, the knight's long sword swept across the halberdier's neck at the last moment.
The head flew out from the neck and rolled a long way on the ground. Blood spurted out from the neck. The headless body stood there for a long time before suddenly falling down.
"Hahaha, come in, come in." Except for two or three who were entangled, all the lancers poured into the inner camp at the rear.
Thirteen order knights, five flag knights and five squire knights, their clothes dyed red with blood.
In the end, we had to find the demon Horn before he escaped.
Then they saw two strange things facing them.
It was a thick cylinder wrapped in leather, with an outer layer fixed with iron hoops, and a length of about one meter.
A large iron box is inserted at the end, with a half-angle gear exposed on the outside. A crank-shaped clockwork key is inserted into each of the two boxes.
What's this?
No matter what, the adjutant threw away the broken lance, took out his knight's sword and pointed it at Horn: "Charge."
"I wanted to save this for the end." murmured to himself As he spoke, Horn's face turned pale and his body was a little unsteady.
Even if Horn, who has a huge amount of mana, supplies the holy power of two clockwork leather cannons at the same time, the consumption is still too high.
Taking a deep breath and stabilizing his body, Horn looked at the rushing knights and pulled out the clockwork keys of the two leather cannons.
"Go to hell, demons!"
"Buzz——"
It seemed like the world was quiet for a second.
The nearby war monks and skitarii felt a ringing in their ears and shortness of breath, and then they saw a sight that was absolutely unforgettable in their lives.
The 80mm caliber leather cannon roared loudly, and pieces of iron, lead and stone bullets burst out.
Two clockwork leather cannons crossed each other, and within the 20-meter crossed fan-shaped area, the sweet smell of blood spread out like an explosion.
The first few knights of the Order seemed to have been hit by a giant hammer. They flew off their horses and fell heavily to the ground, with dense holes all over their bodies.
This is still the Order Knight equipped with full armor. The Square Flag Knight and the Squire Knight behind him are even worse.
The arm wearing the armor flew up, half of the head was volleyed into the air, and some even lost half of their waist.
After the storm, amidst the whining of the horses before their death, only the backs of four or five knights who had fled could be seen. None of the knights left on the field could stand.
Three of the thirteen Knights of the Order died on the spot, two of the other ten fled, and the rest curled up on the ground, howling in pain and unconsciousness.
Take a step forward, Horn's vision blurred and he almost fell down. He took out the refreshing ointment and stuffed it under his nose, which made him feel better.
I originally thought of saving this leather cannon until the end to give the charging Boolos a head-on blow, but I didn't expect to use it in advance.
While directing the Skitarii to clean up the battlefield, and sending people to report safety, Horn felt a ticking sound coming from his helmet.
Looking up, I saw that the spring rain, which was about to stop falling, finally fell in the afternoon after waiting all morning.
Before Horn lowered his head, a voice came from behind: "Your Majesty, Boolo has launched a general attack, and all the knights and infantry are coming."
"Boom——"
A muffled thunder sounded in the distant sky.
(End of this chapter)