Chapter 309: The Forest of the Cave Forest
The rally horn sounded, and even if the meal was half eaten, the wooden bowl had to be put down.
Laurent's spear division quickly threw the bowl and stood up amidst the shouts of the division captain, and picked up his own spear from the ground aside.
"Third Lancer Division, line up on my left!" The division captain shouted loudly as he quickly walked to the gentle slope in front of the camp and placed the feather spear in his hand horizontally.
As the brigade captain, Laurent quickly walked to his station.
According to the direction pointed by the feather spear in the Holy Scriptures, the brigade captain at the head of the line should be parallel to the feather spear.
Besides him, war monks carrying spears rushed over one after another, relying on muscle memory to stand still.
Looking down from the sky, it seems that the fragments of the broken black sword are being restored upside down.
The long sword fragments continued to gather together, and the two spear masters finally formed a 10X10 spear array.
In more than 2 minutes, Laurent's pike division was the first to prepare for the enemy because of its proximity.
"Third Lancer Division -" blowing the whistle, the division captain shouted loudly, "Get in shape!"
Under the leadership of the brigade captain, the war monks followed the previous one and quickly stabbed Mao Mao. The assassins stood in neat formation.
Laurent looked forward and determined that he was at arm's length from the person in front of him, so the distance before and after was correct.
Then he looked to the right, preparing to adjust the distance between the left and right. At this glance, he knew something was wrong.
Little Malok on his right stood there, his face turned blue, looking straight at the cavalry holding torches in the distance, his whole body trembling.
Laurent quickly lowered his voice and shouted: "Little Mallock, don't move around in front of the battle."
It was okay not to say anything, but little Mallock couldn't bear it. His face turned pale: "I, I, I...I won't fight, I want to go home."
While shouting, his body turned back subconsciously. Laurent was angry and anxious, and reached out to pull his collar.
Before Laurent had time to move, the veteran standing behind Mallock took action like lightning.
“Pa!”
The thick palm was rounded, and it was thrown onto the left side of little Malok's face like a meteor. The bright red palm print swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Laurent could even see the ripples of his cheek muscles.
The blow was so powerful that it not only knocked little Malok from fear into confusion, but also forcefully knocked his face back to its original direction.
Little Malok opened his mouth blankly, saliva and nosebleeds flowed from the red and swollen palm prints.
This is not over yet. The veteran grinned and shouted towards the first row with a smile: "Malock, your brother wants to escape."
The veteran in the row in front of Malok suddenly turned around and slapped Malok on the right side of his face with his backhand.
"Do you want to kill me? Stand still!" Turning his head, Malok growled ferociously.
"What are you doing? No moving, no talking!"
Holding the feather gun, the division captain came over after smelling the smell, and successfully stopped the rioting war monks , he returned to his original position.
With tears in his eyes and a face like a monkey's ass, little Malok stood there in confusion.
Laurent glanced at him contemptuously and thanked him in his heart for the arrangement of this recruit training.
The Black Hat Army is composed of odd-numbered veterans and even-numbered recruits. Three rows of veterans are paired with two rows of recruits.
The elite veterans attacked from both sides and kept the new recruits under surveillance. They wanted to escape unless all the veterans were dead.
After all, these recruits have never been on the battlefield and have never received horse charging training.
When Malok and the others were working with giant spiders in Daze Township, their performance was not much better than that of his younger brother.
"Third Lancer Division, prepare to attack! Place your spear at an angle!"
"Holy Father!"
The war monks of the Third Lancer Division roared in unison, and they tightened their grip. The spear in his hand pointed diagonally forward.
Bend your left leg in front, step your right leg firmly behind you, lower your head and look at the ground, and point your helmet diagonally upward.
Sure enough, a wave of simple arrows fell from the sky, hitting the brimmed hats and shoulder armor of the war monks, and clinking at their feet.
"Fifty steps!"
A few sporadic gunshots were heard in the night sky. Laurent looked at the ground, but he knew that the holy gunmen had not had time to assemble.
Since the horse bandits attacked the middle section of the rear, where the spearmen were stationed, the spearmen were at the forefront.
As for the Holy Gunners, who were far away, the incident happened suddenly in the dark night, and they had not yet had time to form their formations.
To put it simply, because we are not in a campsite, the terrain is narrow and we can only camp in a line like a long snake, so we cannot look at each other from head to tail.
Laurent looked down at the shaking stones on the ground, which were the physical representation of horses' hooves hitting the ground.
But he expected that these horse bandits would not have the courage to directly attack the spear formation. That was something only the strongest knights dared to do.
Sure enough, when they were ten steps away, the horse bandits coming like a tide roared loudly and circled towards the right.
These soldiers in black were like stone sculptures on the seaside, standing still without any movement despite the waves coming and going.
Grush frowned, and Deford beside him, with his eyes bare, roared: "Again!"
The horses' hooves sounded like thunder, and the two hundred cavalry circled again, passing by the infantry formation dangerously and dangerously, but the soldiers in black remained unmoved.
The arrow rain only shot down a few people, but many of them had their necks pierced by spears because their horses lost control.
Grush frowned. He saw a long queue of blazing torches approaching from both sides of the road. "What should I do? How about retreating?"
"Why retreat? Such a good opportunity." Deford gritted his teeth, "I will bring the sword and armor soldiers, and you go and contain them. reinforcements.”
"Okay." Grush agreed, and with dozens of horse bandits, he rushed towards the other troops coming over.
This time more than a hundred horse bandits did not turn around again, but dismounted.
More than thirty horse bandits with breastplates in the front row, carrying battle axes and swords, charged toward the gun array with a grin.
"The Third Pike Division..."
"The Fourth Pike Division..."
"Running impact!"
The two division captains roared at the same time.
"Holy Father!" One hundred spearmen roared in unison, took steps, and rushed towards the horse bandits in the opposite direction.
Now you can’t stop the grinning bandits. What kind of look do you have?
Before the bandits could figure it out, the twenty or so steps were quickly exhausted in the two-way rush.
The collision of weapons and armor sounded one after another, and the huge sound wave spread around the impact point.
The spear pierced each body with strong wind, and slid neatly along the edge of the armor into the throat and armpits.
The residual limbs and broken blades flew together, blood and water were the same color as fire, and a mist of blood sprayed out from the throat, chest, abdomen, and limbs from time to time.
A bloody stream began to flow in the soles of the cowhide boots, with blood clots and internal organs floating there.
The bandits watched in horror as their companions in front of them fell one by one. The two rows of spears stabbed back and forth like a machine, but each time they could accurately kill an enemy.
"Something's wrong, there are so many armored sergeants!" After squeezing through the surging crowd, DeFord's cronies held on to their helmets, "Our casualties are a bit heavy, why don't we run."
DeFord's face was ashen, how could he? Unexpectedly, these spearmen dared to counterattack and instantly defeated the bandits' momentum.
The horse bandits always pay attention to the troop situation when fighting, which is mainly reflected in attacking when the momentum is good, and retreating when the momentum is not good.
This wave of gun charge directly broke the momentum of Deford and the others.
After entering the collapse and sale phase, Deford, as a veteran player, immediately realized that the most important thing was not to let himself be the one who was sold.
"Why are we running? As soon as we run and they rush, there is no way to escape." Deford gritted his teeth, "Send the arrow and let Grush come to save us."
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Amidst the blasting sound like exploding beans, the large-scale air flow caused an array of hundreds of people to set off a strong wind.
The torch was shaken by the strong wind, and dozens of lead pieces larger than fingernails hit the flanks of the horse bandits led by Grush.
Unlike iron sandstone bullets, the lead, which is softer and tougher in texture, moved and deformed like worms in their flesh, cutting bloody holes.
The severe pain caused the horse bandits to cry out in shame, and some even had streams of urine flowing from their saddles.
After the strong wind passed, the only ones facing the holy gunmen were the backs of the horse bandits.
The horse bandits who came with the wind were swept back by the strong wind composed of lead, and happened to arrive at Deford.
“Brother Grush is still reliable.” Deford slapped his thigh in surprise, “The sounding arrow will come as soon as it is fired.”
“Boss, I haven’t fired the sounding arrow yet. …”
As soon as he arrived at Telford and saw the bandits retreating on the gentle slope, Grush, who was still afraid, immediately understood.
He gritted his teeth, took out his saber, and personally led the team to rush directly towards the gun array.
At this time, the gun formation was already a bit chaotic in the hand-to-hand combat, and Grush really seized the opportunity.
He suddenly raised his horse hoof, kicked away the two black soldiers and bandits blocking the way, and rushed into the melee.
“Stand at attention and organize your formation!”
There was no division captain in sight, so Laurent, as the brigade commander, had no choice but to roar loudly.
The war monks, who were afraid of being rushed straight to the flanks by the horse bandits, immediately formed a formation again under the scolding and kicking of the veterans.
"Left stab with spear!"
Grush was not confused by the retreat of the black-clad soldiers. He was not willing to fight and found Deford directly in the crowd.
He forcibly grabbed Deford's arm and pulled him onto the horse.
The rest of the horse bandits also pulled one person onto the horse, turned the horse's head, and ran quickly towards the place where the horse was tied.
The Holy Gunslinger and other spearmen finally arrived, on the side of this gentle slope.
"Launch!" Jourdan roared.
Amidst the strong wind and plume, another twenty or thirty bandits fell directly from their horses, curled up and howling in pain.
Grush immediately turned the horse's head again, not even wanting to leave the remaining companions and horses, and quickly got into the woods with only dozens of people and dozens of horses.
"Chase!"
Mulat, who came riding a donkey and mule, glanced at the horses left behind by the horse bandits with envy, and chased Grush.
In that battle just now, they did not exert any effort at all, and these horses were not qualified to score points.
But if we chase now, even if we don’t catch him, we can at least have a hard time sharing the spoils later.
(End of this chapter)