Chapter 319 Hussars, pursuit!
The fire engulfed the hut that had been built with two months of hard work. In the billowing smoke, there were violent coughs and desperate cries.
The heavy wheat ears and rice fruit stalks were stained red with blood, and the knights chased through the wheat fields, looking for the fleeing farmer.
The hunting dogs searched for survivors in the mountains, shrubs and caves. Whenever a dog barked, a knight would rush over quickly.
“How is it? Has the manor’s centenarian been caught?”
A majestic extraordinary knight sat on the back of a short war horse and asked the approaching retinue.
"He died in battle, Mr. Casserdar." He lowered his head respectfully. It was not that the knight knight had much respect for Casserdale, but that he was afraid of seeing his outward smile. Make a sound.
Unlike most cross-eyed people, this Casserdar has a strange face with his left eye turned to the right due to family inheritance.
In this era where it is common for cousins to marry each other, it would be embarrassing to be called a noble if you don’t have some “family-herited streaks” on your body.
Although he looks very smart on the outside, Kaserdar's voice is very calm: "How much have we lost so far?"
"We lost more than twenty people..."
"Not bad." Cassedal nodded, "This way when we escape, it will look real."
This The retinue knight was speechless.
This is not something they are pretending, but there are indeed these casualties. Even two knights in the retinue were killed by crossbow attacks, but he did not dare to tell Kaserdar.
These people are so evil. In a small manor, not only the farmers are extremely brave, but there are also more than a dozen extraordinary soldiers.
Even ordinary farmers are much harder to kill than those from Jinhe Township.
The reason why farmers are so brave is very simple. In the manor days, they guarded the gates for others. When enemies came, they would of course run away.
The land they now have is hard-earned. It is the capital for them to settle down and live, and it is the beautiful life in their dreams.
Should we let these knights take it away?
As for the origins of those extraordinary infantry, it is simpler.
They are farmers!
Horn opened up the mountains, forests and swamps, allowing villagers to fish and hunt freely.
The villagers can have a meal of meat from time to time.
Although it is not as good as the Salvation Army who can eat meat every day, the Skitarii can still eat meat once or twice a day, and ordinary villagers can eat meat once a week.
After all, Langsand County has such a large forest area and a large number of streams and lakes.
Horn directly taught the Knight Breathing Technique, and everyone practiced the breathing technique.
An important duty of the Skitarii is to train ordinary civilians to use javelins and spears during the off-season.
Whether it is hunting wild animals such as wild boars and wolves, or domestic animals such as knights and bandits, it can come in handy.
Of course, unless they are gifted, the breathing skills of ordinary villagers are still not as fast as those of the Skitarii and the Salvation Army who eat meat.
After three months, each hundred-household district had at least a dozen or twenty breathing method users along with the original armed farmers.
Among the two hundred or so retinue knights, many suffered heavy losses due to sneak attacks.
It’s just that Cassedal doesn’t know.
He was still happily coming and roaring away with a few companion cavalry.
This is obviously a job that is both prestigious and profitable. Why do the knights stationed at the border always shirk it?
Seeing how they were pushing the blame, as a warrior who had fought with the sand sculpture knight Niedersall, he took over this task for the southern knights without any hesitation.
Judging from the current performance, this job of luring enemies into harassment is not too difficult.
"Mr. Casserdar, look over there." Not far away from the forest, groups of cavalry wearing iron armor circled the hills and attacked here like a tide.
"Finally here! Line up!"
Kathdar laughed and began to call for the knights to line up.
Not long after, on the plain wasteland beside the wheat fields, more than 200 knights of the retinue lined up.
Among them, there are about thirty genuine extraordinary knights as captains, and the rest are followers with one or two breathing techniques or no breathing technique.
They stood quietly by the wheat field, waiting patiently for the appearance of the Holy Gun Cavalry.
The breeze blows, the wheat ears sway gently, everything seems so peaceful-if you ignore the billowing smoke and painful cries behind the knights.
“Here it comes!” Casserdal whispered.
A flag embroidered with black and red colors and a gear sun appeared in view.
Gretz raised the battle flag with one arm, tied his body to the horse, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire.
Behind him, the bodies of hundreds of holy gun cavalry undulated like waves.
“Changing from walking to running!” Jeanne shouted as she rushed to the front.
The iron hooves beat on the ground like a heavy drum, and the breastplate gilded with brass gear patterns reflected a pale golden light in the sunlight.
These cavalrymen wear semi-closed long-tailed helmets, neck guards and masks to firmly protect their heads. The thick three-quarter armor clanked amidst the bumps of the war horse.
Although Horne prefers to use breastplates, the previous Battle of Pavia proved that the firepower of the Holy Gun Cavalry has not yet reached the level of being able to charge into battle wearing breastplates.
A loaded cavalry one-handed gun hung on each side of the saddle.
This kind of gun has a smaller caliber, a smaller killing range but is lighter. As long as there are two or three stages of breathing, it can be raised and fired with one hand.
Using a leather-gloved hand to draw out the one-handed holy gun, Jeanne pushed the saber on her belt to a position that was convenient for pulling out. Her high leather boots clung to the saddle, allowing her to adjust her speed at any time.
Behind her, arranged in a dense formation, each column of the Holy Gun Cavalry followed closely behind the previous column, as if a steel wave was advancing.
Under the shadow of the sun, the faces of the Holy Gun Cavalry could not be seen clearly.
Hot air spurted out from the nostrils of the war horses. They held the holy blunderbuss tightly in their right hands, and the muzzles of the blunderbuss flashed in the sun.
The team of Holy Gun Cavalry was like golden light, flying quickly from the plain to the other end of the wheat field.
The wheat field shook and swayed under their trampling, and the dust mixed with the wheat ears. Even Casedar, who had witnessed the knights charging, became thirsty.
Is this the cavalry of the peasant rebels?
I believe it if you say this is the Knights Templar charging.
"Lord Casseldar, I feel something is wrong." The manservant beside him whispered.
"Go around! Go around! Don't fight forcefully! Let's try sideways harassment!" Kaserdar ordered hurriedly.
He knows why those Ibe knights on the border shied away and lured the enemy!
"Okay, let's try it."
The knights formed a figure-8 formation and tried to use the traditional light cavalry entanglement tactics to deal with the Holy Gun Cavalry.
But unfortunately, this tactic did not have much effect on the equally fast Holy Gun Cavalry.
“Solley!” Holding the cavalry’s sacred gun in one hand, Jeanne roared as she pulled the trigger.
“Praise the Holy Wind!” In the uniform roar, a thunderous sound exploded in everyone’s ears.
The smoke and haze on the plain was instantly sucked into the wind-up gun and emitted along with the lead.
Dozens of lead bullets were like comets, carrying long tails of smoke, and penetrated into the abdominal cavities and blood vessels of the knights, blowing out holes one after another.
Sounds like the breaking of a kettle sounded one after another. Their bodies were like water, and every time the lead passed through, blood would splash.
The war horses neighed in fear and ran away unconsciously, unable to control themselves at all.
After a volley of fire, the formation of the knights was immediately in chaos.
The blood mist rose in the sun, and there were shaking figures everywhere. The entire queue was like dizzy sardines, wandering around the wheat fields and fields.
"Charge!" The battle flag was raised, Saint Jeanne took the lead, endless lightning spread out to both sides like wings.
The seven or eight retinue knights on both sides didn't even have time to say a word before they were swept by the electric grid. Hot lightning penetrated his body. He howled miserably and slipped stiffly from his horse and fell to the ground.
"Holy Spirit protects!"
The war horses neighed, and the Holy Gun Cavalry roared and drew out the long sabers from their waists.
The cavalry quickly passed by the retinue of knights, and at the moment when they crossed each other, the long swords slashed at the knights' armor and chainmail at an even faster speed.
The long knife jumped on the riveted iron ring and the blade, the fingers stained with blood, the chest and back dyed red, the neatly severed wrists...
"Xilulu!"
“Wait a minute, wait a minute.”
“Wait a minute, I surrender.”
Before the knight could finish speaking, the sharp saber cut into his face with a buzzing sound.
The Holy Gun Cavalry rotated his wrist, dragging his saber and cutting deeply into his cheek.
As he passed by, a corpse with several rows of back molars exposed on the side of the ear rolled to the ground.
“You are not qualified!”
When the Holy Gun Cavalry killed the retinue knights and returned to their original positions, there were only a group of crying and struggling wounded soldiers left on the ground.
As for the knights who were killed and scattered into dozens of groups, some of them didn't even realize what happened.
"Steady, steady! Steady and backward!" At this time, Kaserdar no longer cared about keeping secrets, and shouted directly, "Lure the enemy, go to the Canglan Valley to lure the enemy!"
With that said, he turned the horse's head and personally demonstrated the action of luring the enemy into the Canglan Valley.
The rest of the knights in the retinue ran towards the Canglan Valley, crying and chasing the tail of Cassedal's horse.
"Hussars, pursuit!"
(End of this chapter)