Chapter 279 The decisive battle in Pavia! ! !
Within a distance of ten meters and higher than everyone else, the knights instantly became the targets of the holy guns and the big guns.
"Ah! Despicable farmer!"
"Damn, damn, damn, let me go, you guys..."
"Bang——"
Broken swords and sawdust covered the ground, and broken pieces of armor and bouncing lead were like steel fleas, flying around above people's heads.
From time to time, a knight fell down from his horse and was directly stabbed to death by the war monks on the left and right with their spears.
After losing speed, the extraordinary knights panicked visibly. Those close to the edge were lucky enough to rush out and walk away.
The knights of the Order rushed the hardest and penetrated the deepest, but instead they were blocked by countless war monks.
The war monks adhere to the principle of killing your horse first and then you.
As long as the extraordinary knight falls off his horse and is heavily surrounded, he will become a stronger fully armored infantryman.
The low-level extraordinary fully-armored war monks pounced directly on them and exploded with them. Then the holy gunman came close and fired, and there was a high probability that he could kill an infantry knight.
The original Dunjar Phalanx used this method to defeat the Order Company in the heyday of the Kingdom of Leia.
But the French at that time did not have a holy gun that could break armor with one strike.
Boillot, whose head was full of mushy thoughts, led the guard knights to attack left and right like a sleepwalker.
But after they were separated, they couldn't increase their speed. Every time they tried to speed up, they were blocked by the nearby war monks.
While thinking about countermeasures, Boillou felt his right side sinking, but he saw a Skitarii dropped the armed sword in his hand and hugged his thigh tightly.
Before he could make any move, a boy soldier climbed up along the saddle from nowhere and strangled his neck from behind.
"Little devil!"
It's a pity that Boolo was wearing a neck brace. He cursed angrily and threw his shoulder violently, throwing the boy army directly behind the horse's butt.
The horse under him immediately kicked out its hind hooves and kicked his boy army several meters away.
After getting rid of the boy army, Boillou knew that he could no longer entangle him. He leaned his body and smashed the knight sword from top to bottom. One sword fell into the head of the skitarii.
I don’t know whether it was because the sword was blunt or because Boolo used too much force, but the blade actually got stuck in the skull of the Skitarii.
When he tried to pull it out again, the blade was accidentally broken by himself.
Throwing away the knight's sword, Boillou drew out his spare off-hand sword and looked blankly at the flow of people in front of him.
After the Sixth and Second Black Hat Legions of the rear army joined the battle on the left-wing battlefield, the knights were besieged here by more than a thousand people, divided into isolated islands, out of reach of each other.
Bioluo finally got rid of the siege and regained his speed, but the temple knight captain did not have such good luck.
He was dizzy after being stabbed by the spear. A holy gunman quietly approached, put the holy gun directly on his waist and fired.
“Dang!”
Spinal fluid and bone fragments flowed out directly from the small holes in the armor.
Before the knight commander could even cry out in pain, a halberd hooked his neck from the side.
His body tilted to the right and he was pulled off the horse.
When his back fell to the ground, he was horrified to find that he couldn't feel his lower limbs and couldn't stand up at all.
As soon as he raised his hands, they were tightly suppressed. He could only watch helplessly as a dagger inserted through the gap in the helmet and pried open his mask.
Looking at five or six angry and twisted faces, the knight commander shouted in horror: "I surrender, I surrender!"
Those hateful eyes were not listening to him at all. A farmer-looking man stepped on his chest and looked down at him indifferently.
"I surrender..." the knight commander cried. His accent was too aristocratic for these farmers to understand.
Raised the short spear high and dropped it heavily, pink blood foam flowing out from the gaps in the helmet.
The knight commander, who was held down tightly, twitched and struggled for a few seconds. After the stench came out of his crotch, he completely lost his voice.
Withdrawing their short spears, the war monks ran quickly towards the next target, which was a squire knight whose body was pinned down by a war horse.
Seeing the extraordinary knights fall one by one, Boillou finally panicked. He rushed to a dirt bag and shouted at the remaining knights:
"Gather, assemble, fight out!"< br>
With a wave of his hand, he killed a boy soldier who threw a hatchet at him. Boolo quickly rushed down the small dirt bag, joined several other knights of the order, and rushed outside. "Fight out!"
"Stop them!"
At this moment, Boillou still did not feel that he had failed. He could still turn over.
In fact, he has not failed yet.
The wave of command charges just now basically crippled Horn's most elite First Guards Corps.
There are now more than sixty Order Knights on the battlefield. They are the souls of the Order Company. After gathering together to fight out, they can launch another Order Charge.
Bolio didn't believe that these war monks could withstand the second wave of command charges!
There is still a chance, there is still a chance!
"Sir! The night watch guards and other knights have collapsed!" The guard knight beside him pointed to the back and shouted in horror.
Bolio turned his head sharply.
Thousands of night watch guards fled across the mountains and plains, crying and throwing away all their weapons and armor.
There are also those Ibe knights and temple knights among them!
This is impossible. Boillou almost thought it was an illusion. How could he run away at this time?
"Damn it! You cowards and cowards!" He cursed crazily at those backs, but Boillou suppressed his anger without even cursing and returned to reality.
Without the entanglement of other extraordinary knights and night guards, and being surrounded by more than two thousand armor-piercing low-level extraordinary beings, even the Order Knights had to die in battle more than a third of them before they could escape.
These are all optimistic estimates.
Although Boolo didn't want to admit it, he still had to recognize the reality. He was indeed a small defeat.
The only option at the moment is to run out in advance before they can complete the encirclement.
After all, not many Knights of the Order actually died in battle. With the recovery speed of the Knights of the Order, 70 Lancers can be formed again soon.
At this point, the French Knights will most likely side with him.
After all, smallpox cannot be treated like acne. It would be difficult for everyone if it spreads. After all, Monteiac is a member of the aristocratic society.
After cooperating with Montyac, as long as the castle inside Fort Joan of Arc is firmly defended for a year and a half, the reinforcements can always be defended.
Holding the Castle of Joan of Arc in his hands, he was invincible from beginning to end.
Having made up his mind, Boiolo made up his mind: "Let's break out of the encirclement and fight out! Return to Castle Joan of Arc!"
Looking deeply at the sun flag, Boiolo Silently chanting in my heart, we will meet again.
Soon, with more than a dozen knights of the order, Boolo successfully broke out of the siege from the side. He quickly ran towards the formation, preparing to replenish the medicine.
Before he even had time to get closer, white light burst out from in front of his eyes. The dazzling light even made him subconsciously raise his hands to cover it.
"What happened again?" Boolius cursed irritably, "Where are the 50 knights left behind in this formation?"
"I don't know...ah!"
"Why are ghosts crying and wolves howling? ?”
“Sir, look, the blessing is dissipating!”
After the guard knight’s prompt, Boolius lowered his head and looked at his hands, the pale white flames were floating. Flying in the air, the floating horse's hooves stepped on the muddy ground again.
Boilius was shaky on horseback. There was only one possibility in this situation. All the monks who blessed him died.
Looking palely at the hillside where the formation was located, rows of neatly marched Salvation Army soldiers were charging towards them like a torrent with their spears raised.
He finally understood why the night guards dispersed.
The leader Jeshka picked up the heads of Argan and Montejac's adjutants with his spear, and shouted at the crowd: "Fort Joan of Arc has been lost, and you are all alone!"
"Surrender without killing! Surrender without killing!" The war monks of the Third and Fourth Black Hat Legions shouted in unison.
The twenty or so Order Knights who escaped were chased by Jeanne and the Holy Gun Cavalry in a panic.
Every time lightning flew by, three or five knights of the order fell off their horses with a burning smell all over their bodies.
"Haha, it's over, it's over, it's gone, the castle is gone..." Boolue laughed twice in a self-deprecating way, and the upturned corners of his mouth fell instantly.
As if he had lost his bones, he slipped down from his horse, hitting the ground and wailing in pain: "Defeated, our army was defeated——"
(End of this chapter)