Chapter 276 Charge with me [4k 2-in-1]
Even Horn has to admit that Boolo has an extremely keen judgment on fighter aircraft.
The charge of the Knights of the Order bypassing the position from the side not only caused the war monks to worry and fear about Horn's safety, but also caused a certain degree of confusion in the command of several legions in order to stop the Knights of the Order. .
Bolio quickly seized this opportunity.
When the first rain of spring fell, Boolo had just finished drinking the last sip of Khan potion.
He drew the word "屮" on his forehead and prayed: "Father, I thank you!"
When he opened his eyes again, the piety in his eyes had faded, leaving only violence and anger: "The whole army, Charge!"
"In the name of the Holy Father, kill!"
"Destroy these heretics!"
"After this battle, we will go home!"
The armored sergeants shouted loudly to boost the morale of the infantry.
Shaking the reins and feeling the ups and downs of the horse beneath him, Boillou's heart gradually accelerated.
The cold rain fell on the bird's beak helmet and seeped into the armor along the gaps in the armor.
The mist and rain are swaying, blurring everything like fog, and spring thunder is rolling, ringing in the hazy sky.
The body rose and fell with the horses. Behind Boillot, 85 lancers reentered the battlefield with 150 squire knights.
They divided their forces into two groups, and from two directions, like the bite of a black snake's fangs, they moved towards the left and right wings of the Salvation Army to outflank them.
Behind them were the only two thousand night watch guards who could still fight.
In front of them were the war monks who were panicking because the rear was raided.
The distance of three hundred meters passed by in a flash, and the cold wind howled, picking up icy raindrops and hitting the armor of the knights, making a clanging sound.
The knights of the order could not tell whether it was rainwater or lead, but from time to time two or three knights fell to the ground in bloody water.
The black feathers on the helmet were swaying in the wind and rain, and the rainwater flowed along the seams of the armor, like black streams.
The horse's hoofs stepped heavily on the muddy ground, splashing layers of muddy water. Every time they jumped, it seemed as if they were stepping on the hearts of the war monks.
They could hear their own beating hearts.
One hundred meters, seventy meters, fifty meters...
After passing obstacles and bushes, the horses' hooves were covered with a lot of spider silk, but this did not hinder the order from the front row. The speed of the knights.
As they got closer, they could already see the long steel wall composed of holy guns and spears.
The breastplates of the war monks glowed dimly in the rain, and their stern or frightened faces were covered by the armor, revealing only a pair of numb eyes.
A drop of rain slipped from the tip of the spear and stirred up a splash in the puddle.
"Attack!"
Suddenly, with Boillou's roar, the horses leaped into the air, and the knights grinned and entered the final stage of the charge.
"Kneel forward and shoot standing up!"
Chuck, the commander of the Fifth Black Hat Legion, made a sharp blast.
The gears turn and the firing rod crackles.
The raindrops in mid-air seemed to be attracted by something, and the vortex-like airflow sucked them into the gun tube.
The pawls opened, sparks flew everywhere, and dozens of lead particles shot out.
The lead penetrated the raindrops, and several knights fell down in response. Their armor hit the ground with a heavy sound.
The war horse neighed, and the man on the horse rolled in the mud, holding his open wound and screaming in pain.
His companions had no intention of stopping. Hundreds of knights jumped into the air and crossed over the fallen horses.
With the last ten meters remaining, Boolo straightened his body from his crouching state and put the lance under his arm: "For the glory of Leia!"
" Hide in the spear phalanx... No, spread out, spread out!" Legion Commander Chuck shouted anxiously.
But it was too late.
Like a giant hammer striking a mountain rock, the charging knight struck the formation of the Holy Gunners like thunder.
The huge impact caused the holy gunmen to fly up one after another, flying three to five meters in mid-air before landing, and rolled for more than two meters before stopping.
Their breastplates burst into pieces, blood and flesh splashed like mud spots, their necks were bent the moment they landed, and their spines and ribs were pierced directly from under the skin.
"Pikeman, turn right, stab diagonally upward!"
The knights were ordered too fast. Not only did the spearmen not even have time to hide in the spear formation, but the spearmen themselves were unable to change direction.
The flanks are the biggest weakness of Galar's horizontal formation.
“Crack—Crack—”
The V-shaped formation composed of twenty order knights crashed into the spear phalanx.
The refined spear collided with the charging Knight of the Order, and the barrel of the spear immediately broke, splintering sawdust and scattering all over the sky.
Several spearmen on the right groaned and were pushed back by their own spears, falling heavily to the ground.
Under the force of the counter-shock, the four or five knights at the front fell backward from their horses.
But they quickly got up again, raised their knight swords and killed the nearby spearmen.
“The devil’s lackey!”
“Death, heretic!”
The armed sword broke the moment it came into contact with the knight's sword, and the knight of the order kicked the spearman in the calf.
The spearman's calf immediately bent back, and the dark red flesh was exposed to the air.
“Ah——” Clutching his calf, before the spearman could finish his wail, silver light flashed and his head fell heavily to the ground.
"Sack? Sack! You, you devils!"
Seeing the tragic death of his younger brother in the gap between the crowd, Sack's eldest brother's eyes instantly turned red.
"Come back, come back, line up, have you forgotten the military rules?!"
Raising his spear, he rushed forward regardless, but the brigade commander's obstruction had no effect at all.
"Ridiculous!" A cold snort came from the knight's ear. The horse's hoof was raised high, and the hard and heavy shoe kicked down head on.
Amidst the muddy snoring, he fell straight back, and the back of his head hit his brother's stomach hard. His chest collapsed, blood spurted out, and he looked at the dark sky with wide eyes.
The knights were ordered to open a gap in the spear array, and the extraordinary knights immediately rushed in and tore it open.
Rushing left and right, in front of the low-level extraordinary war monks, the speed is still decreasing at an alarming rate.
Soon several extraordinary knights were dragged off their horses by halberds and spears.
Surround them and kill their horses, and there will be nothing they can do. The division captain, who had half his face chopped off, shouted loudly:
"Surround us, surround us!"< br>
“Assemble!”
The Temple Knight blew the horn hanging on his waist, and the extraordinary knights immediately returned to assemble. Using the Order Knight as their blade, they broke out of the encirclement network that the war monks had finally built.
The sound of horse hooves faded away, and the battlefield was quiet for a moment.
The war monks of the Fifth Black Hat Legion looked blankly and despairingly at the corpses on the ground.
Among the corpses, there were only two corpses of the Order Knights, and the remaining dozens were the corpses of war monks. Is it possible that the Knights of the Order are really that invincible?
After making a turn outside and picking up the horse's speed again, Boillou excitedly lifted the visor of his helmet, exposing his face as ferocious as a demon to the air.
"Unclean! Accept your fate!" He swung his sword to kill a holy gunman who was running away with his back. Half of Boillou's armor was stained red with blood.
The knight sword in his hand kept slashing, and under the influence of the potion, he shouted like crazy:
"The fate of the farmer is to provide everything for the knights! You are born to Slaves! The unclean ones! "
"Accept your destiny! This is the arrangement of the Holy Father, and no one can disobey it!"
The blood spread in the mud and mixed with the rain, forming dark red streams that flowed in every corner of the battlefield.
Dark red blood reflected the hazy sky. Under the gray sky, Horn's hand holding the lookout trembled slightly.
From his perspective, the knights of the Order were like steel knives piercing the soft belly, and the entire fifth legion of the Black Hat Army was cut open in the blink of an eye.
The First Black Hat Army on the left and the Second Guards Army in the center are slightly better, but only slightly better.
"The Guards' large pole-lifting team stepped forward to support the Fifth Black Hat Army and cover the Fifth Army and the Second Black Hat Army to complete the rotation."
Putting down the observation glass and handing it to Paslik aside, Horn couldn't bear to see these good guys who had lived with him for three months dying in a bloody mess.
"Your Majesty, the Second Black Hat Legion may not be up to the task, and the Sixth Black Hat Legion must be rotated."
Horn's voice paused: "Why?"
"Most of the Holy Gunsmen of the Second Black Hat Legion have exhausted their Holy Power, and it is difficult for them to stand still. However, the spearmen are too physically exhausted due to melee combat." Hakuto hesitated for a while, " In fact, the situation of the Sixth Black Hat Army is not very good, but it is better than that of the Second Army..."
"It's not optimistic." Putting down the observation glass, Paslik took it. Hearing Hakuto's words, "Boy Horn, you have to make plans to evacuate early. According to our original plan, such a long time is definitely enough."
"Has the situation gotten so bad?" Holding his head, which was dizzy due to the exhaustion of his holy power, Horn supported the carriage with a pale face, "We were clearly going to win just now."
Paslik still showed a generous attitude: "The last laugh is the victory. As for why, don't you know better than us?"
Horn did not answer, he took two steps back. , leaning against the side of the carriage.
Yes, he knows better.
From morning to afternoon, the holy gunmen and spearmen were constantly replaced, and they relied on swallowing the refreshing ointment to maintain their energy.
On Horn's position, there are always people fighting, people always resting, and even a large number of holy gunners sleeping.
Through constant rotation, Horn preserves the physical strength and endurance of the war monks as much as possible.
But the fact is that after more than three hours of continuous fighting, the war monks still reached their limit.
In the previous commotion, the legions on both wings suffered from command confusion to a certain extent.
Although Horn issued an edict to prove that he was fine, the chaos in the command and queue could not be restored immediately.
This time window was extremely short, but it happened to be caught by Boolo.
He used the sharpest knife to penetrate the softest weakness of the Salvation Army, turning the situation around in one fell swoop.
The 1st and 5th Black Hat Army on both wings were on the verge of collapse, leaving only the 2nd Guards Army in the center still holding on.
Farmers and low-level knights drained the holy power and physical strength of the war monks.
In the bloody killing field, even the holy gunmen who had exhausted their holy power endured their headaches, took out their armed swords and wooden shields, and fought in close combat with the night watch guards and extraordinary knights.
They held on to their tired bodies and were all killed into bloody men.
The war monks didn’t understand that they had clearly repelled the attacks of the extraordinary knights one after another.
Are those successes just an illusion?
Does the war really begin only when the command company rushes forward?
Shaking Horn's shoulders, Paslik's always cynical face was extremely serious: "Horn, wake up! We can't bury all the good children on this battlefield.
If we leave now, we can still save the three legions behind us. ”
“Is it too late? "Horn asked back.
Paslik shook his head: "It's too late. When the Second Guards Corps is defeated, there will be no chance of retreating into Ashheard Town. Make a decision quickly. "
"..." Standing there, Horn looked towards the direction of Castle Joan.
Paslik frowned tightly, and he grabbed Horn impatiently Arm: "Speak, the sooner you make a decision, the fewer people will die. ”
"..." Horn muttered, looking at the ground.
"What? What did you say?"
Taking a deep breath, Horn raised his head. He looked at Paslik and said with a smile: "If I choose to preserve my life, I won't If I can stand here, then I should stand on the land of Pond Town."
Paslik was stunned. The young man who stood in front of the boat escaping from Fort Joan three months ago was once again with him. The people in front of me overlap.
"This is different from before..."
"Same." Horn patted Paslik on the shoulder, "None of us know what the situation is on Jeanne's side. If we all lose, where can we retreat to? Daze Township? Then follow us The Skitarii, what should the local people of Fort Joan do?”
Paslik opened his mouth, but said nothing.
“Aren’t they afraid that I will die? Aren’t they afraid that I will be attacked? Aren’t they afraid that I will abandon them?”
Horn walked to the carriage and took off his light breastplate. , putting on the heavy Milanese three-quarter infantry armor.
“Then I will show them that I have not abandoned them in the past, I will not abandon them now, and I will never abandon them in the future!”
After putting on the shoulder armor and neck guard, putting his arms through the arm guards, Horn tied the Blood Covering Cloud around his waist. His eyes were frighteningly bright.
“Armand, carry my papal flag over here!”
“Your holy power has been exhausted.” Paslik chased after him, “Even if you pass, there will be no more What's the use?"
"I promised them." Horn turned around, opened his arms, and let the Guards War Brother next to him help him put on the thigh armor, "I will live with you. , die with you."
Take out the copper seal of radish from his pocket and throw it to Paslik: "If I die, give it to Jeanne. If Jeanne dies, give it to Jeanne. Madeleine, if Madeleine dies too, keep it for yourself.”
Turning over the copper seal, Pasili looked straight at the words "Ordered by the Holy Spirit to benefit life and death" on the copper seal. He raised his head, as if pleading: "I don't want it."
"Pasriq Mr. Ke, this is not the time for trouble.”
“Who is that? I’m Crispa...”
“Hahahahaha”, after being stunned for a moment, Horn laughed. stand up.
He put on his final helmet and took the sun flag representing the Pope from Armand.
Looking at Paslik's complicated eyes, Horn put the flagpole on the ground, not knowing whether to say to him or to himself:
"This is a battle that was not finished three months ago. , I have to finish it. "
Turning around, in front of him was the First Guards Corps, the most elite group of war monks in the entire Salvation Army.
They have been waiting for a long time.
Each of them has at least one breath method, most of them wear the three-quarter armor of extraordinary knights, and hold the most sophisticated spears and knight swords.
They are the Pope's guard, the last fighting force at the bottom of the box, and the last reserve team.
The blood-covering cloud in his hand glowed with an unprecedented red light, reflecting on Horn's determined, blood-like face.
"Those who long for freedom, follow me..."
"Charge!"
(End of this chapter)