Chapter 277 The decisive battle in Pavia!
Plucking out a severed finger from the nail seam, Boolo spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the ground.
It was all the blood of the unclean. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief in disgust.
This was already the second charge, and these soldiers in black finally came to the brink of collapse.
"What about the battle damage?"
While waiting for the other knights to arrange their formations again, Boolo took the time to ask the long hair of the temple knight.
The knight commander opened his mask, revealing a sweaty face: "There are still more than 60 knights with square flags, and there are more than 150 knights with the squire. Together, they have lost nearly a hundred. , but many of them are, ahem, missing...
As for the Order Knights, there are still 39 Order Knights on our side, and 4 of them have been lost. On the other side, there are still 35 Order Knights, and they have been lost. 7 people, so there are still 74 Order Knights in total."
"11 Order Knights? That many?" Boolo was just rushing, and he didn't expect the Order Knights to be lost. so much.
The damage mentioned by the Knight Commander is not death in battle, but serious injury or being unable to return to the battlefield (the armor is broken, the horse is dead, the hands and feet are injured).
The number of people who actually died in battle among the Knights of the Order can probably be counted on one hand.
This is another disgusting thing about the Order Knights. As long as they want to save their lives, they are very difficult to kill.
Their bravery comes from their extraordinary self-confidence, rather than the morale that they truly do not care about death.
Before the invention of Dunjar's phalanx, the knights were ordered to fight on foot with other knights after falling off their horses.
After the Dunjar Phalanx was invented, their first goal after they fell was to fight out, instead of staying in place and exchanging lives with those cheap low-level extraordinary lives.
The extraordinary crushes the mortals, but the upper and lower limits within the extraordinary are not large.
Without high mobility, if a group of low-level extraordinary infantry really rushes to attack you, it is very likely that the Order Knight will be killed.
Especially the Salvation Army also has the holy gunners, a heaven-defying unit. Although most of the holy gunners have exhausted their holy power, there are still at least a quarter of the holy gunners in each legion who can fire.
It's a pity that Boolo charged too fast. They didn't have time to rotate, and the Holy Gunslinger with weak flanks was overwhelmed.
When they hid behind the spearmen and shot at close range, they were so accurate and fast within seven steps that even the knights of the Order were unable to take advantage of them.
Most of the eleven damaged Knights of the Order fell at the feet of this move.
"What's going on over there on the right wing? Why is there so much damage?" Boolo gasped and asked as the extraordinary knights around him continued to gather.
He thought he could control the loss to single digits.
With the addition of the 15 lancers dispatched previously, the actual number of knights killed in the battle was closer to twenty.
Forget it if he attacks the regular army, but if he kills twenty order knights against such peasants, he will be really at a loss.
While feeling distressed, Boioluo was also secretly grateful.
If the weapons spoken by the returning knights hit them, more than 15 of the Order Knights would die.
15 Knights of the Order died instantly, which was a huge blow to morale.
"Sir, normally, only low-level extraordinary beings can cause harm to us, but each of their thunder club soldiers is equivalent to a low-level extraordinary." The Temple Knight Commander explained to Boolo , "These farmers are very determined. Logically speaking, they should collapse when we charge for the first time, but we have just charged for the second time, and they haven't collapsed yet."
"Don't. Find a reason." After thinking for half a second, Boolo put his helmet back on, "Let all the knights on the right wing gather together. I expect to break through the front next time.
Later I will directly attack the monster Horn at the back. Be very careful. He will run away as soon as the other farmers run away. He must not be allowed to run away.
Don’t be idle while waiting for the assembly. Let those unscrupulous country knights rush over and entangle them. Don’t let them rotate or reorganize their formations. "
"Yes, sir. "The knight commander's voice paused slightly, "Do you want the fifty attendant knights who stayed behind to contain the King's Xian Knight to charge together? "
"Forget it. "Bolio made a quick judgment, "Just continue to monitor them and don't let them cause trouble. ”
With an order, the 74 Knights of the Order began to slowly assemble towards the left wing.
Of the 550 extraordinary knights originally sent for the expedition, excluding those who escaped, were seriously injured, and those who were unable to enter the battlefield, there were more than 350 left.
Excluding the 50 who restrained the Royal Knights, Boolo could only use a little over 300.
That's enough.
"Warriors, charge!"
Led by the knight leader, nearly a hundred country knights formed a triangular charge formation and charged towards the Fifth Black Hat Legion on the left.
Just as they began to charge, Brune gasped and pulled the red-stained spear point from the throat of a night guard.
Three months ago, such a night guard was a great figure for a refugee like him.
But now, he has killed eight, if not ten, of these night watch guards.
As for the extraordinary knight who was once aloof, he had two of them.
Because his brigade was located too far forward, the knights were scattered by the order and could not be rotated in time, so he was still on the most tragic front line.
"Let me down!" Jonnar's voice came from behind. Both of his legs were broken by the hooves of the extraordinary knight, and he was dangling helplessly in the air.
"No, I promised old Jonnar that I will take care of you on the battlefield."
"You are a goat." He was tied to Brune's back with a rope. Jonard's face turned pale, and he hit his back with his elbow, "Put me down...those extraordinary knights are coming!"
Brune did not answer him, but just held the gun barrel and stumbled toward him. The nearest battle formation behind him ran.
In front of him, there were countless messy footprints on the muddy ground.
The blood was trampled into the soil by the footprints and mixed with the grass juice, forming a strange brown color.
Basically every few steps, Brune needs to step over a corpse, both of the enemy and of his own people.
There are shaking figures everywhere, shaking spears and armed swords, and blood continuously draws arcs in the air.
At the shoulders and necks, it seemed as if the knights riding on everyone's heads rushed back and forth, falling to the ground after a few occasional gunshots.
On today's battlefield, the Chinese army retreated about 20 meters with minimal losses.
The right wing was second, and the left wing was furthest forward. Only a thin layer of the front line was left, and it was in the worst condition.
So the closest to Brune is the Fifth Black Hat Legion next to it. At this moment, the country knights of the Ibe Plain were fighting towards the left wing. By coincidence, Brune was walking in the path of their charge.
Amidst the continuous sound of gunfire, Brune heard the sound of horse hooves. Jonard wiped the rain from his face: "Let me go, I will run by myself!"
"Your legs are broken and you can't run." Brune replied hoarsely. He didn't know what he was doing.
"The knights rushed over, and you carried me on your back. There was no time to return to the battle formation."
"It was too late."
"I beg you, I really, I beg you. ." Turning his head, Jonard gritted his teeth, "Brune, at least one of us must survive!"
"...No, buddy. , did you listen to me?”
With his back against Brune, a stubborn man, Jonard looked forward in despair.
Behind Brune, hundreds of extraordinary knights are charging.
In the hazy rain curtain, he could even see clearly the white steam breathed out by the war horse. In front of the war horse, there was a hedge composed of broken swords and white bones.
Rain and arrows fell together, and spots of mud and blood splashed on everyone.
With only half of the armed sword left at his waist, Jonard pointed at the knight in shining armor who was becoming increasingly clear in the rain.
Their woolen tights were soaked through, and the dark red blood stains on their armor were melted by the rain, forming spider web-like traces.
“The knight is here, put me down, and let’s go quickly——” Jonard elbowed Brune crazily.
But Brune's mind went blank. He only knew how to run wildly with his long legs, without feeling the strong wind behind him at all.
"Sun goat! Brune, I never thought in my life that I would die with you, a groover."
Seeing the knight sword getting closer and closer, Jonah Er yelled as if to vent his anger, and threw the broken sword in his hand desperately at the knights.
The broken sword hit the knight's leg armor and fell to the ground with a clang.
Misfortune never comes singly. Brune, who was running, did not pay attention to the dead body under his feet, causing the two of them to fall into the mud together.
The back of his head hit the moist mud that smelled of blood. Jonard lay on the ground in a daze, watching the raindrops fall from the sky.
Is it really the time now?
He had long been aware of death. This was the preparation he had made before setting off for the war.
At least one knight was killed!
At least I didn’t become a deserter!
At least, at least...
Jonar's heart was burning and aching. He should be able to die with peace of mind, but the anger in his chest just couldn't go away.
He is not willing to give in!
Not willing to lose like this, not willing to let the knight win like this, not willing to let the children of Qianhe Valley people still live under the shackles in the future.
“Kill!”
“Go to hell, lackey of the nobles!”
Jonar heard the unwilling and desolate cry of the Fifth Black Hat Legion on the left roar.
How much hardship did they endure, just to save Qianhe River Valley, but in the end they were defeated at the beginning?
Are knights that invincible? So what's the point of everything they do?
What’s the point? !
If I had known, there should be a meat restaurant in Mayo Town, I would have died without even having a taste of girls.
Looking at the horse's hooves approaching, Jonard closed his eyes with the last strange thought.
“Buzz——”
"Xilulu——"
After waiting for a long time, the expected iron hoof did not fall on his head. Instead, he heard the neighing sound of the war horse before it died.
The battlefield seemed to be quiet, and the battle cry suddenly stopped.
The sound of rain, which was drowned out by the sky-shattering shouts of death, became clear again.
What's going on? Jonard reluctantly opened his eyes and stared blankly in front of him.
The charging extraordinary knight had a bloody hole in his chest, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he fell next to the hooves of his horse.
Coming rolling and crawling on the ground, Brune shook Jonnar's shoulders, and his old habit of speaking slowly returned.
He was trembling all over, and half of the words were left on his lips, but he couldn't say them out.
“Look, look, look!”
Changing from lying down to lying down, Jonard tried his best to prop up his upper body and squinted his eyes to look.
Amidst the thin mist and rain blowing obliquely, a tall flag stood, with a sun set in a gear on the flag.
Under the flag, a fully armored war monk was slowly putting down the big gun in his hand.
It's the Pope's flag, that's the Pope.
Tears finally flowed from Jonnar's eyes, and his fist hit the ground hard, splashing a circle of muddy water.
“Look, look, look——”
Jonard's crying voice broke the original silence. He kept crying:
"Pope, the Pope has charged!"
"The Pope has charged!"
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