Chapter 333 Battle of Moncruss (4)
Standing on a temporary observation deck, Halwin looked towards the three-story fortress in the distance.
This fortress consists of five protruding corners. Unlike the normally connected city walls, it is intermittent.
In the patrol passage on the fortress, soldiers wearing uniforms, holding long guns and holy guns, patrolled back and forth on the wall.
Each protruding corner has a special gun stand for firing without blind spots.
The nearly two-meter wall is extremely thick and I don’t know what material it is made of.
Every time he thought of this, Helwin couldn't help but smack his lips.
After yesterday's defeat, although he believed that Alix was involved in causing trouble, the real reason was the solid wall and the continuous shooting.
Helwin's face showed a look of confusion mixed with sullenness. He still remembered that scene.
On the khaki wall, there were dense shooting ports, iron pipes stretched out, and sharp whistling sounds sounded from time to time.
Although the heroic knights had braved the devil's wind and rushed to the front of the wall, they still could not break through their thick wall.
In the flying lead bullets, the warriors at the front fell one by one, while the cowards escaped.
Touching the wound oozing blood on his stomach, Halwin finally understood why the knights stationed at the border had such a strange attitude towards clockwork guns until now.
The biggest core for knights to dominate the battlefield is to maintain agility and abundant physical strength even under heavy armor.
They can still run without breaking through their defenses, and their physical strength is not exhausted. This allows them to remain invincible most of the time even when faced with the human tactics of countless farmers.
This noble surplus is the capital of the knights' confidence when facing the peasants.
But since the clockwork gun came out, everything has changed.
It is not only able to break armor but is also a long-range weapon, causing the knight's first two advantages to be almost completely wiped out in the field.
The final advantage is only physical strength, but the Salvation Army does not need to consume much physical strength when using the clockwork gun. When the holy power is used up, just pick up the armed sword and open it.
But this does not mean that they are completely helpless. Halwin slowly looked away. On both sides of the platform, thousands of infantry were slowly passing by.
They did not have uniform military uniforms, and their clothes were in rags. Clothes made of various fabrics fluttered in the wind, making them look messy.
Among them were more than 2,000 night watch guards and armored sergeants, as well as more than 2,000 ordinary farmers, old and young, who were brought to the battlefield from the fields.
The gloomy sky seems to be likely to rain heavily at any time, and the low-hanging clouds are just like their mood, depressing and sultry.
“I don’t know what your devilish things cost, maybe blood or lifespan, but it can’t be infinite!”
Helwin raised his head confidently, and instead of giving in, The devil's wind blows on the noble knights rather than on these lowly peasants.
Halwin drew out his knight's sword and pointed forward: "Charge!"
......
The shaking heads were sticky and close together, and the sharpened wooden sticks, stone hammers, stone axes and broken flags waving together.
Just looking at this posture, I would have thought it was from the primitive era.
Dekrama and the village leaders hid on a small slope closest to the second-story fortress, and could just see through the wall the two groups of thousands of peasant soldiers charging towards them.
They crowded together like a flood, with armored sergeants pressing the formation, night guards pushing the peasant soldiers in the rear row, and the peasant soldiers in the rear row pushing the peasant soldiers in the front row.
Dekrama and several village leaders, who were on the battlefield for the first time, were so shocked that they couldn't even speak. They hugged each other like quails and didn't even dare to look out to watch.
They usually only watch the battle from a distance on the edge of the battlefield, but there is no such excitement as today's face to face.
Dekrama is a little better. He knows that the battlefield is changing rapidly and the opportunity to escape will only appear once or twice.
No matter how scared you are, you still have to watch with your eyes wide open.
The fiercely running peasant soldiers, the waving weapons, and the armored sergeants and night guards holding down the formation, seemed to be aiming at themselves when they rushed over.
The random and heavy footsteps kept approaching, and Dekrama breathed heavily to express the fear and tension in his heart.
"Prepare!"
"Aim!"
A series of passwords sounded, and Dekrama heard clearly that it was the division that ordered him to be dragged away earlier. team leader.
Beside the division captain, fifty holy musketeers holding wind-up muskets placed the musket tubes on the inverted triangle shooting gap.
They turned their heads sideways, narrowed one eye, and aimed at the rushing peasants and soldiers.
Although the ballistics of clockwork guns are very random, the holy gunners will still aim, at least to ensure that they don't go too far.
“Launch!”
“Praise the Holy Wind!”
Amidst the uniform sound of the holy wind praising the saint, Dekrama saw in a daze that a strong wind was actually blowing up near the holy gunman, and everyone's hair and nearby grass blades were shaking.
A dozen of the peasants and soldiers in the front row who charged towards them fell instantly.
Their falling bodies even tripped up the teammates behind them, and a group of people fell down like dominoes.
Under the dust and straw sandals, five peasant soldiers were trampled to death by their teammates in a short time.
Amidst the cries of the peasants and soldiers, Dekrama could clearly see the movements of the holy gunmen.
It was just an iron pipe, an iron box and a wooden support. It didn't even have a bow string, it was just twisted twice on the small box.
But the sound, light and killing were as if the devil had really blown a wind of curse. "The devil's wind..." Drachma muttered, and then he immediately slapped his mouth, "It should be the holy wind! It's the holy wind! I don't have a long memory."
After firing the first cannon, the holy gunman took a step back neatly, made room for the spearmen in the back row, and began to reload the holy cannon.
Stretching out their spears from the crenel, the war monks neatly raised their spears and pointed them at the rushing peasants and soldiers.
But before their gun tips were stained with blood, there was a "bang bang" sound from the second level above their heads.
Blood flowers bloomed from the peasants and soldiers again. The cries and tragic casualties (more than thirty) instantly made the remaining thousands of peasants and soldiers lose their desire to fight.
They ran around from both sides crying and running toward the rear.
"Who is allowed to use the blunderbuss!" Momri's stern roar sounded from the second floor, "No blunderbuss are allowed on the second floor to save the holy power. If anyone dares to use it again, be careful and I won't be polite."< br>
Looking at the peasants and soldiers fleeing in chaos, a village leader asked Dekrama hopefully: "Is it over?"
Dekrama shook his head in pain: "Not yet. How could the knight just attack once and then give up?"
Sure enough, just as Dekrama said, before fifteen minutes, the second batch of hundreds of farmers Driven by knights and armored sergeants, the soldiers changed directions and rushed towards the Moncruse Fortress.
Still, before they even got close, they were pushed back by the holy gunmen from the other direction.
Before the holy gunners had any rest, the third group of hundreds of peasant soldiers had already launched a charge, and the previously dispersed peasant soldiers were gathered together again, preparing to launch the fourth round of attack.
The fifth round, the sixth round, the seventh round...
As Helwin expected, the Salvation Army was tough because of the fortress, but also because it was constrained by the fortress, unable to pursue and counterattack, and unable to expand its results.
If they dare to make a counterattack, the extraordinary knights who hold the battle will immediately rush out and massacre the war monks who have lost the protection of the fortress.
After wave after wave of attacks, the Salvation Army, which had fallen into a passive state, began to falter.
Most of the holy gunners only had one or two rounds of holy power left. They sat on the edge of the slope with their eyes closed and meditated to rest. The ones at the front were replaced by melee spearmen.
“Pfft——Zi——”
The sound of spears piercing flesh continued to sound, and corpses fell from the fort wall.
Hold the barrel of the gun tightly, spin the front thrust with your right hand, insert it into the unprotected throat of the peasant soldier, and then easily draw the gun and recover.
The Salvation Army spearmen are like machines, constantly thrusting out and retracting, thrusting out and retracting...
Everyone is like a puppet produced according to the design drawings of the "Soldier's Bible", assembly line style Take away lives.
"Ouch, what are you doing!" In the originally neat assassination team, a recruit who had been training for two and a half months complained loudly when his companions pushed him down.
"Come on, come on!" The night watch guard hiding among the peasant soldiers was overjoyed. He stepped on the shoulders of the peasant soldiers, jumped over the high wall, and slashed at the holy gunman next to him with a sword from his side.
The holy gun hand raised the wind-up gun to block. Sparks flew everywhere. He took two steps back and fell to the ground. The gun barrel also cracked.
The night guard did not pursue him. He just waved his long sword and took advantage of his short attack to kill the new spearman and clear an open space around the gap.
Behind him, seven or eight night watch guards climbed over the high wall, wielding half-swords and bucklers, and slashed at the surrounding war monks.
In an instant, seven or eight spearmen and holy gunmen fell down, and the surrounding division captains rushed over with their spearmen and holy gunmen.
But the passage was narrow after all, and the area immediately became a little chaotic, and they failed to organize a defense line in time.
“Bang!”
A retired lame veteran picked up the holy gun and fired it at the pocket of the night guard who was killing the engineers.
The companion behind the night guard who had just climbed up the wall had blood bursting from his forehead and fell straight down.
"Goat!" The night guard was startled, turned around, and rushed towards the lame veteran with a ferocious expression.
"Holy Father!"
Throw away the wind-up gun and pull out the armed sword. Even though he is lame on one leg, the veteran still shouts and limps forward.
“Fall down!”
At the critical moment, Jourdan’s shouts sounded from behind, and the veteran fell to the ground involuntarily.
Continuous sounds of lead ejection were heard, and several night guards rushing over in front of him had several blood holes appearing on their bodies before they could react.
Beside Jourdan, there were more than a dozen holy gunmen who had just been summoned.
While the enemy was still in a state of fear, several pikemen led by the division captains finally broke free from the chaos and swarmed forward.
They took two quick steps and used the inertia to shoot out the spears. The blades of the spears rubbed against the chainmail and instantly entered the bodies of the remaining night guards.
Blood flowed down the corners of their mouths and chests. The few remaining night guards made an inexplicable "gurgling" sound in their throats and fell to the ground on their backs.
"Pick up the corpses, medics, drag the wounded down and replace them! What are you looking at?" Giving orders to the division captains around him, Jourdan frowned as he walked. This was already the fourth time. The second time a night guard broke through.
"Brother Jourdan!"
Jourdan raised his head and saw Momri leaning out half of his body from the second floor: "Brother Jourdan, let's change shifts!"
"Is it too late? ?”
“I’ll knock them back with a few shots, and then we’ll switch. Peasants and soldiers are also human beings, and they can’t keep charging.”
“Okay!” Zhu Erdan didn’t. After some hesitation, he blew the whistle.
"Repel this wave! Change shift! Change shift!"
(End of this chapter)