Chapter 331 The Battle of Moncrusse (2)
The feather spears were waved, and the monks pulled the triggers.
The anti-return pawl is released, and the orichalcum mainspring screams, rolling the gear, pushing the firing rod forward.
The lead bullet was rubbing and jumping up and down in the blunderbuss tube, and a stream of sparks chased behind the firing head and slid inside the blunderbuss tube.
“Bang——”
Hundreds of spring-loaded muskets roared in unison, and hundreds of holy musketeers were immediately shaken backward by the recoil.
The lead bullets roared out like an angry swarm, piercing the air and flying towards the charging cavalry formation.
The lead made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, forming a long line of lead bullets parallel to the ground, like a long knife sweeping across the charging cavalry.
The lead as big as a fingernail broke through the 2 mm plate armor, penetrated the armor, and penetrated through the soft and pale skin surface.
These soft lead bitten the knights' flesh and blood like poisonous insects, leaving only hollow cavities and bloody holes.
"Xi Lulu——"
"Uh-huh——"
"Messiah!"
The seven or eight cavalrymen in the front row felt their whole bodies tremble and suddenly He leaned back and fell down directly from the horse.
The two knights were hit in the heart or head. They seemed to have made up their mind, turned around and died.
Most of the knights who were hit rolled to the ground, holding their wounds with blood gushing out, and howled and cried miserably.
A war horse that was hit by a stray bullet neighed in pain, stood up suddenly, and threw the knight on its back off the horse.
The knight rolled to the ground, his armor scraping against the ground with a harsh sound.
Curling up like a cooked prawn, he clutched his abdomen in pain and struggled to stand up, only to find that one leg could no longer move.
In just a few seconds, the neighing of war horses and the screams of people were intertwined, resounding through the sky.
Greedy crows are circling in the sky, waiting for the feast to begin.
In the reflection of their pupils, the knights were divided into several groups like a tide hitting a boulder, and the originally neat charge formation was becoming fragmented.
"Don't worry about it, don't worry about it! Keep charging! Attack!" Alex, the leader, waved his lance furiously and rushed to the front.
The familiar sound of gunfire sounded again, as if the ancestors of the Moncrusse family were blessing. Alex, who rushed at the front, was unharmed, but the knights behind him fell to the ground a few more times. Piece.
Closer, closer!
He switched from walking to running, performing his usual slow-down charge.
The earthen wall entangled with netted vines and branches clearly comes into view, which is really funny to think about.
The old ferocious smile hung on his face, and Alex even began to curse himself secretly for being almost intimidated by this earthen wall.
After leveling the lance, Alix let out a cracking roar: "Charge!"
The special herbs that the war horse had eaten before finally began to take effect, and the horse's innate intelligence and courage Xiaodu was washed away by the potion and turned into angry and fearless.
They opened their mouths and let out a harsh neighing sound, then raised their heads and rushed toward the source of the loud noise.
Although the knights were taking them against the wall, they still rushed straight towards the "earth wall".
Three codes, two codes, one code!
Alix silently counted in his mind, and he pointed his lance at a bearded soldier in black on the wall. If he controlled it well, the lance would be able to disable him the moment he hit the wall. head.
“Death, you heretics!”
"Boom——"
The moment he came into contact with the earth wall, Alex felt something was wrong.
He seemed to have hit a big mountain head-on, with huge force coming from underneath him.
In a blink of an eye, he saw the sky covered with lead clouds and the black and red flag hanging above the castle.
Following this is the castle passed down from our ancestors, followed by the second floor of walls, the mounds and, increasingly clearly, the face of a soldier in black!
Perhaps because the speed was too fast, neither Alex nor the war monk had time to dodge.
I could only watch as an ugly and dirty face kept approaching.
Amidst the heart-wrenching sound of metal squeezing, their heads hit each other.
Fortunately, both of them were wearing helmets, so their brains were not shattered by the collision, they just hit each other cheek to cheek.
After the weird "pop" sound, they raised their heads together and threw their heads back.
Alex almost fell to the ground upside down. After feeling dizzy after landing, Alex held his head and stood up tremblingly. Everything in front of him was reflected in a double image.
He felt a foreign object in his mouth. When he spit it out, he found half a yellowed tooth. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured.
...No, his teeth are full of cavities. How can he have one intact tooth?
“vomit——”
Lifting his head, Alex clearly saw the soldier in black spitting out a tooth that had been eaten away by insects.
The expressions of both of them changed drastically at the same time, and they wiped their mouths frantically.
"You untouchable!" Alex was so angry that he drew out his knight's sword, raised it above his head, assumed a roof position, and slashed at the war monk named Le Fay.
Le Fay pulled out the armed sword from his waist, pushed it up and rolled it out with a hoe, blocked Alex's slash, and took the opportunity to jump to the side.
Holding the sword, Alex looked at him blankly: "You, do you have the three-stage breathing method?"
"Who doesn't have it? Is there anyone who can't master the three-stage breathing technique?" Le Fay spat on the ground and shouted behind him, "A knight is coming in, and here are two spearmen!"
"No martial ethics!" Alex, who was trapped deep in the enemy camp, saw him shaking people off, so he stepped forward in a hurry and gave him another heavy blow.
Le Fay was wearing leather armor and was much more nimble than Alix. He turned sideways and easily dodged his sword, and stabbed in the opposite direction, leaving a half-inch deep mark on his armor. scratches.
“The turtle shell is so thick!” Le Fay squatted down to avoid a sweeping attack and cursed angrily.
Needly footsteps sounded from both sides, and seven or eight spearmen lined up in two columns, rushing towards Alex in an orderly manner.
Beads of sweat broke out on Alex's forehead. He used a long sword to fight with a spear in foot combat. He also had breathing skills. Even if he was a Knight of the Square Banner, he could only run away.
He didn't care about getting entangled with this man, turned around and rushed towards the stone wall.
“Still want to run?” Seeing Alex trying to run away, Le Fay chased after him fiercely.
At this time, Alex kicked over the two holy gunmen, grabbed the wall, and leaned out half of his body.
As he was about to run away, fortunately, Bernardo, the legion clerk, made a quick decision, rushed over to pick up the holy gun on the ground, and fired it at Alex, who was very close at hand.
Blood spurted out from the small hole in the thigh armor like an explosion.
Heart-piercing pain came, and Alex, who was about to climb over the wall, screamed and fell directly to the ground.
He clutched the wound on his thigh and rolled on the ground in pain.
"You can miss it from this distance, Bernardo, you really need to practice shooting." Le Fay muttered, stepped forward and kicked the long sword out of Alex's hand.
"I'm just a clerk, why should I practice shooting?" Looking at the face that had appeared at the banquet, Bernardo sighed softly, turned around, and asked the orderlies to escort the unlucky knight away.
At the same time, after paying seven or eight companions who hit the wall to no avail, the remaining knights finally reacted.
Where is this earth wall? This is clearly a stone wall!
Alix is really short-haired? Really a traitor?
"Launch!" The voice of an unknown division captain sounded again, and all the knights bent down in unison and lowered their noble heads.
Leads of lead flew over their heads, and they were like farmers who were being pressed for debt by the village head, and were in panic all day long.
The command that was launched was simply the voice of the devil. No matter where they were, they would be hit, as if a lead could bend.
After several unsuccessful attacks, their spirit finally dissipated.
“I saw Alex kissing a shorthair, he is a traitor!”
“Alix is a traitor, everyone, please retreat!”
"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"
After having a reasonable reason, the knights deliberately shouted loudly to let as many people as possible escape together so that they could share the blame.
They came like a tide and receded like a tide, leaving only a mess on the battlefield in front of the fortress.
The broken blade was stuck in the ground, and only half of the kite-shaped shield remained.
The injured horse neighed in pain, and the fallen cavalry struggled in despair.
The crows couldn't wait to descend, jumping up and down to peck at the fainted and seriously wounded man.
"They retreated!" Laurent shouted excitedly to Jourdan on the second floor, "We won."
Jourdan nodded, without much joy on his face.
This is not a victory, it is just a snack before the meal.
"Clean the battlefield and repair the defenses." Jourdan gave the order calmly, "This battle has just begun."
(End of this chapter)