Chapter 278 The decisive battle in Pavia! !


Chapter 278 The decisive battle in Pavia! !

At the last moment when Ibe's knights reached the thin front line on the left wing, the First Guards Corps appeared on the front line of the battlefield against the crowd.

From beginning to end, the First Guards Corps, as the general reserve force, finally arrived on the battlefield.

Several spear brigades in full armor stood in the front row. They held the sharpest spears and had throwing axes tied to their waists.

The spearmen moved forward in column, like long snakes covered with thorns, burrowing into the enemy's formation, tearing apart the formation of the night watch guards in an instant.

Two rows of spears stabbed wildly, and before the guards in the front row could react, they fell to the ground neatly with the stabs.

The First Guards Corps moved forward like a torrent, bit by bit swallowing up all the infantry blocking the front.

Catching the wave of blood, they swept forward.

The holy musketeers fired forward accurately and mechanically, like a revolving conveyor belt, but what they sent out was spraying blood, crying and screaming.

The hundreds of Ibe knights who originally rushed towards them met each other, and nearly twenty of them were shot dead before even one rotation was completed.

In the turning order shouted by the leader, these Ibe knights did not turn left or right, but turned smoothly towards the rear.

Forty carefully selected holy gunmen, carrying ten large guns, stood behind all the holy gunmen, waiting for their destined enemies.

Holding the Blood Covering Cloud in his hand, Horn, wearing three-quarter armor, walked in the center of the team.

Beside him, Armand puffed out his chest and held the Pope's sun flag high, his fingers almost sinking into the flagpole.

Under the gaze of almost everyone on the battlefield, the First Guards Corps firmly and silently blocked the gap on the left wing.

"I said!" Horn's voice was unusually clear on the noisy battlefield, as if it was transmitted not to the ears, but to the heart, "Live with you and die with you."

"For victory !”

Someone shouted loudly, as if starting, all the war monks shouted.

“For victory!”

“For revenge!”

"For freedom!"

In the shouts, the desperate atmosphere gradually changed, and the war monks who had been retreating stopped.

The monks lying on the stretchers at the back stood up holding their spears.

The chaplain picked up a helmet from the ground and put it on his head.

The skitarii picked up broken swords and stones from the ground and replaced them in the places where the war monks had been.

The Pope's flag seemed to have a halo effect of +5% morale, and all the war monks who could see the flag became extremely violent.

Within three minutes after the First Guards Corps arrived and filled the gap, the situation that had been retreating suddenly stabilized and even began to advance in the opposite direction.

Seeing that the Salvation Army did not collapse, the night watch guards immediately fell to the edge of collapse.

Their only hope is Boolo on the other side.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" The moment he saw Horn's flag, Boolo fell off his horse in surprise.

"Holy Father, Holy Father, I thank you, I thank you." He raised his hands toward the rain clouds in the sky, picked up the pendant on the cross stand, and kissed it repeatedly.

"My lord, the knights haven't assembled yet..."

"What are you waiting for, the squire knight?" Boillou laughed loudly, and he waved his riding whip vigorously, "Imperial company, follow me I charge!"

64 Order Knights, 52 Flag Knights, and 71 Squire Knights, this is basically the remaining backbone of the Order Company.

It is enough to break through the phalanx of those farmers.

The last bottle of potion to stimulate horse power was poured into the mouth of the war horse, and the knights could clearly feel the swelling of the war horse's muscles after congestion.

“Quick!”

187 of Leia’s top extraordinary knights moved forward quickly and rhythmically in the rain.

“Run!”

Everything around him blurred, including bushes, streams, standing night guards and armored sergeants, but the black-clad soldiers in front of him became increasingly clear.

"Attack!"

The spears were raised, and the knights lost all fear under the influence of the potion. They puffed up their chests and raised their lances.

Leads flew like locusts and hit the knights. Some were only injured, while others were knocked off their horses, but their speed did not slow down at all.

For thousands of years, the glory of knights has been broken by the church, by merchants, and by mercenaries, but they will never allow it to be broken by the lowest unclean people and the humblest farmers.

"The command company is charging, hold on, hold on!" The armored sergeants shouted at the night guards on the verge of defeat, "Hold on, and hold on for the last time."

When the monster-like knights rushed towards him, Horn was also moving forward.

It’s just that as soon as he reached the third row, he was blocked and stopped from moving forward.

Through the gap between the heads, he could see the rushing Knights of the Order. They were like a black wave, shaking the earth.

Horn didn't know if he was shaking or if the soldiers in the front row were shaking.

Who can not tremble?

When a group of heavy objects measured in tons attack people at a speed of 8 meters per second.

These extraordinary war monks in full armor can only master the third level of breathing skills at the highest level. Who can not be afraid?

The Knight of the Order will come sooner or later, and there is no way to avoid it. Horn knows this very well. If these knights of the Order are not defeated, they will never win.

The most important tactic among all tactics is to fight to the death. If you can't do it, you can do it. If you're done, you're done.

A figure suddenly flashed before Horn's eyes, a figure charging towards 2,700 knights.

What he faced back then was so similar to what they are facing now.

“You damn devils——”

Horn’s roar, which seemed to be able to burn away rain clouds, rang in everyone’s ears.

"If you want the lives of those poor Qianhe Valley people, then come!"

Holding up his chest, Horn pointed the bloody clouds at the command companies that splashed countless mud.

"Come on! Break my spine! Pierce my heart! Cut off my head!"

"Before that-"

"Don't even think about it Take a step from here!"

The hoarse roar made Boluo feel slightly uncomfortable. He seemed to have heard similar words before, but he couldn't remember them.

Come to think of it, it can only be the similar miserable howl of a defeated person.

Unable to allow him to continue recalling, the shining double-row spear phalanx was right in front of him.

"Holy Lord protects you!"

"Hoo——"

The knights were ordered to let out a thundering war cry and crashed head-on into the Salvation Army formation on the left wing .

The hard vest collided with the lance and infantry plate armor, the metal twisted, sparks flew everywhere, and the lance and lance twisted and exploded at the same time.

Amid the flying wood chips, a dozen war monks in the first two rows were tumbling in the air like flying kites.

Among the order knights in the first row, seven or eight knights were immediately shaken and flew backwards from their horses, rolling heavily to the ground.

The seven or eight Order Knights all stood up after a moment, but only half of the war monks who flew out could still stand up and continue.

After all, they are low-level extraordinary beings with full armor, and compared with the Order Knights who have killed many times, these Guards War Monks still retain considerable physical strength.

However, the torrent of steel did not stop. The metal flood rubbed against the ground and made a clanging noise. More than a dozen Guards War monks were knocked out.

Horn felt the spear in his hand suddenly explode, and his whole body flew backwards into the air uncontrollably.

After reliving the feeling of melting into the blue sky, he fell into the arms of the Varangian guards.

The task of the knights of the order is to penetrate the phalanx and head towards the location of the final sun flag.

They probably never thought that the ordinary war monk who was knocked flying in a second was actually the Pope himself.

Struggling to stand up, Horn was stunned.

In front of his eyes were countless figures and flesh and blood surging.

Not only the First Guards Corps, but also the two Black Hat Legions and the Skitarii who were recovering from injuries in the rear crowded over.

Being knocked away again and again, the battle line was reorganized again and again, they bit with their hands, feet and teeth.

Countless guards war monks took the initiative to meet the battle line composed of flesh and blood, just to slightly slow down the charging speed of the knights.

"For victory!"

The first thing the knocked-out war monk did when he woke up was to continue charging towards the edict.

The Holy Gunsman, who had exhausted all his holy power, took out the armed sword or battle ax from his waist and launched a hand-to-hand fight with the Order Knights.

Lost all sense of time, maybe a few seconds or a long few minutes.

When Boolo could clearly see the flag bearer carrying the sun flag, he found that it was only a few steps away, but still out of reach.

"Stop?" His helmet was knocked off, and Boillou lowered his head with disheveled hair, asking himself in a scream, "How could it stop?"

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there were only about twenty people left around him. Man, the rest of the knights were actually out of touch with them.

All the Knights of the Order were confused.

The order was given to charge, but the war monks of the First Guards Corps stopped them with their flesh and blood.

“Bang bang bang!”

Ten large blunderbuss roared simultaneously, and the holy gunman who controlled the blunderbuss fell to the ground the moment he left the blunderbuss.

The three knights of the order who were entangled with the war monks were shocked.

They lowered their heads and stared blankly at the blood hole penetrating their chests. They staggered twice and fell heavily to the ground.

This is it? The pupils of all the extraordinary knights tightened, and a bad premonition arose in their hearts.

“Woooooooooo——” The sound of the horn seemed so sticky in the rain, but it could be clearly heard in everyone’s ears.

"The Salvation Army——" Demonic Horn's devilishly tempting voice sounded, and the half-sword in his hand exuded a blood-red luster, "Charge with me!"

The roaring Horn waved the blood-covering cloud , the female warriors with the Varangian Guards rushed towards the nearest extraordinary knight.

The counterattack has begun.

(End of this chapter)

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