Chapter 321 The strongest battle in history is now the strongest


Chapter 321 The strongest battle in history is now the strongest

On the dividing line between the hillside and the blue sky, a pale golden light suddenly flashed.

Under the long-tail helmet, only the lower half of the face is exposed, and the upper part is covered by the iron eye mask of the long-tail helmet. There are black and red feathers on the top of the helmet.

Under the scorching sun, the edge between them and the blue sky was somewhat blurred, and the air was slightly distorted.

Standing at the front was Jeanne, who also only showed half of her face.

Her armor was specially adjusted by the armorer, and the swirling pattern of acanthus leaves that originally belonged to the church was replaced by the sun-gilded pattern of gears.

She can already wear armor.

Compared to Horn, who only took half a step to "half step to three steps" for half a year, Jeanne took half a year to reach the five steps of breathing the day before yesterday.

Coupled with her proficiency in extraordinary martial arts and her ability to control lightning spells, even if she only uses the Holy Grail flag, her combat effectiveness is as good as that of the Order Knight.

Then it would no longer be necessary for her to wear only leather armor to prevent the spell from working.

In fact, it was almost half an hour before Jeanne and the others arrived. As soon as she arrived, she saw the extraordinary knights fighting the hussars.

Coronna did not immediately go out for rescue, because she currently only brought fifty Holy Gun Cavalry, and the remaining Holy Gun Cavalry was driving away other light cavalry from the church that came to harass.

She needs the best time, and that time is now.

"The formation finally dispersed..."

Looking at the cavalry formation that was disjointed due to Helwyn's pursuit, Jeanne said with half anger and half emotion.

"Small effect potion of perception!" The cork was pulled out, and the Holy Gun Cavalry swallowed the yellow and foul-smelling grease.

Different from the khan potion commonly used by knights, this potion mainly improves perception and precise control of the body.

Of course, after Sisi's modification, the cost is quite low, but there will be a slight smell of urine in your mouth after drinking it.

Sisi himself swore that the potion did not contain any urine ingredients. As for the gas it produced in people's mouths, it was none of his business.

“Win up and prepare to attack!”

Amidst the sound of gears creaking, Helwin squinted at the Holy Gun Cavalry standing on the hillside with the scorching sun behind them.

After he saw those three-quarter armor, his pupils were also condensed.

"This is the rebel heavy armored cavalry that defeated you before?"

"Yes." Kasedar shrank his neck in fear, "Your Excellency, you have to be careful, they ..."

"I don't listen to the advice of the defeated general." Helwyn interrupted Casserdar and focused his eyes on Jeanne's tender face, "That is the witch Jeanne. Do you think catching her is a great achievement?”

"Why doesn't it count?" Kaserdar quickly asked to please.

"Assemble and start quickly! Don't let them speed up!" Ignoring the dead man Cassedal at all, Helwin quickly gave the order, and the horn sounded throughout the battlefield.

At the same time as Helwin gave the order, the creaking of gears on the hillside stopped.

"Assault array, attack at a slow pace!"

After several previous battles, in order to conserve horsepower, Jeanne only advanced at a slow pace at the beginning.

Led by Jeanne and Colebo, fifty Holy Gun Cavalry began to move forward in a 6X8 staggered column array.

Horse hooves fluttered and dust flew up.

Between each column and each row, there seemed to be an invisible barrier separating them. The medicine gave them muscle control, making them as neat as if they were chained together.

To be precise, their long-term training has been quite neat, but the original level has been amplified under the influence of the medicine.

When the pale golden cavalry array began to accelerate, it seemed as if a piece of fine gold iron dozens of meters long was hitting them head-on.

Many Ibe knights in the south changed their expressions.

"Afraid of chicken feathers! How long have they been training? Half a year?" Halwin's voice sounded just right, "We have been training for ten years, what are you afraid of? If you are a Kushite without eggs, go back Let's go!"

The array of extraordinary knights who barely formed two diamonds immediately burst into laughter, and only the few knights of Kush descent lowered their heads.

The earth was shaking, and the gravel on the hillside was so shaken that it rolled down.

The squirrel with nuts stuffed in its mouth stared at Doudin for two seconds, then flew to the tree and turned its head. The terrifying scene was reflected in its obsidian pupils.

On both sides of the battlefield, one black and one gold, the galloping horses' hooves were no more than fifty meters apart in an instant.

“Aim!” The Saint’s war flag embroidered with the Holy Grail was erected in everyone’s sight.

Helwin was stunned. Is this the war cry of the rebels? What a sight, it’s so tasteless!

“Blessed Farlan!”

Helwin was not to be outdone and was the first to shout the battle cry.

"Holy Blessed Fran!"

The knights shouted together.

But to Helwin's surprise, the opponent's formation did not change at all, and it was terrifyingly accurate. Just when Helwin was confused, Jeanne's battle flag waved downwards and turned into a spiral gun pointed forward: "Fire!"

"Praise the Holy Wind!"


"It's their magic crossbow, lower your head quickly!" The familiar knight was shocked and fell on the horse in an extremely inelegant posture.

But the other knights had no such intention. They even felt that this posture damaged their prestige.

The thunderous rumble was about to burst Halwin's eardrums, and the horses collectively neighed in terror.

“Ah——”

The knights in the front row fell down in response.

Halwin's horse was also frightened. It stood up and down, with its back to the direction of the charge, and kicked repeatedly, almost knocking Halwin off his feet.

When he calmed down the horses, he couldn't understand the original battlefield situation. After firing the first cannon, the Holy Cannon cavalry drew their sabers and hammers and actually chose to attack in this small area. Zone melee.

Amidst the shouts of death, the galloping horses were like boiling water in a pot, rising and stirring.

At this time, there is no need to worry about command, and all the cavalry can do is fight one on one or several groups of cavalry.

Helwin targeted a young Holy Gun Cavalry. The leather strap on his saddle was damaged and was being repaired urgently.

It looked like a young child, actually doing such a thing in the middle of the battlefield.

Pricking the war horse with the thorns on his boots, Halwin increased his horse speed, leveled his lance, and rushed towards the Holy Gun Cavalry.

Play with him first!

Herwin’s confidence comes from inheritance.

Why knights always talk about "the responsibility of inheriting the family from generation to generation" is because extraordinary skills are only available to nobles and require a long period of inheritance to form a barrier to skills.

Just like Helwin's stabbing skill, it has been passed down from the first Baron Freet to the earl to the duke and then to the earl for seven hundred years!

After seven hundred years of hard work, why should we lose to a cavalry like you who can achieve success in half a year?

Helwin's thigh muscles tensed up and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

Countless people have tried to learn the extraordinary skills secretly, but no one would have thought that the real power point of Fritt's spear stabbing technique is the thighs and waist.

"This thorn, seven hundred years of inheritance, you..."

"Bang!"

Helwin's limbs suddenly lost all strength, and a feeling of warmth and pain came from his abdomen.

He lowered his head, the grin on his face froze, and blood and body fluids spurted out from his abdomen at the same time.

“Ah——”

The unspeakable severe pain made him let out an embarrassing howl, clutching his abdomen, and Halwin was thrown off the horse.

"Fancy."

The holy gun cavalry glanced at him as if he was nervous, stuffed the wind-up gun back into the holster, shook his horse and killed another person.

At this time, the situation on the battlefield is not particularly favorable for Jeanne. After all, she is the smaller party.

When the two guns are finished, we have to rely on hard power to fight.

But things on the battlefield are so unreasonable. I don’t know who saw the scene of Helwin being shot, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Helwin is dead, Helwin is dead!"< br>


"Your Excellency Helwin is really dead?"

Many knights in the melee began to search for Helwin in the crowd.

But people clearly saw his war horse, but no one on the horse was seen.

“Are you dead?”

“Really dead?”

“Run—”

“Don’t forget, we are not here for a decisive battle!”

During the melee, the extraordinary knights were already at a disadvantage because their horses were frightened, unable to increase their speed and precision. Control, superb equestrian skills cannot be displayed.

In addition, the Holy Gun Cavalry, who have no martial ethics, often draw their guns and shoot at close range in the middle of a melee fight.

Many famous and prestigious knights fell at the feet of this move.

This kind of frustrating style of play was something they had never encountered before.

Helwin was the one who initiated this incident. As soon as Helwin "died", the knights all remembered their original mission. They made a prompt decision and decided to flee.

Seeing that the direction of the battlefield had changed, the orc hussars stood up again.

Without any order from Jeanne, they pursued the extraordinary knights with the joy of a harvest.

(End of this chapter)

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