Chapter 334 Battle of Moncrusse (5)
One shot knocked over a night guard, and he pulled out his spear. Jourdan took a step back, and the spearmen on both sides immediately took over.
"After killing this group, we will change shifts!" Jourdan shouted to the surrounding war monks, "Just hold on for five more minutes."
Standing aside to rest, Juldan Looking at the peasants and soldiers rushing back and forth like a tide in front of them.
Most of them are villagers from the south. Every time they stab seven or eight people to death, they will break up and then be escorted by the knights to come back.
It's just that there are too many of them, groups of several hundred people, taking turns to attack.
The Salvation Army spearmen clearly defeated them, but were unable to pursue and expand the results.
I could only watch as the defeated peasants and soldiers were pressed on the head by the night guard to reorganize their formation, and were forced to step onto the battlefield again by the armored sergeants and the accompanying knights.
Later on, as the number of corpses under the low wall increased, the purpose of these peasant soldiers was no longer to destroy the city. Instead, they filled barrels with soil and dumped it under the low wall.
After completing this act, they ran away with the bucket.
As long as three buckets of soil can be poured to the base of the wall, there will be no need to attack the city today.
This is a tactic often used by knights to attack cities. Peasants and soldiers cannot fight head-on, but it is still feasible to ask them to transport some soil.
The soil and corpses gradually formed a slope, and their subsequent attacks did not even require a ladder.
Breathing heavily, Jourdain wiped the blood from his face and shouted loudly to Bernardo: "Secretary, how are the casualties so far?"
"Fifteen people were injured, dead. Three people, but we killed more than thirty night guards and about twenty wounded prisoners.”
In the statistics of the Salvation Army, peasant soldiers are not counted as achievements, so even if they kill hundreds of peasant soldiers, they are still only classified as the collective merit of "holding the city wall".
Jourdan pinched his tired eyebrows. These damn night guards and even armored sergeants were hiding among the peasant soldiers. They would jump out to attack from time to time, and they would climb over the wall if they were not careful.
Although the night watch guards were unable to break through the spearmen's line, they would still cause some casualties.
Essentially, the night guards use the peasant soldiers to block the lead, and the knights use the night guard and the peasant soldiers to consume the holy guns.
But if the war monks do not use holy guns and accidentally let the night guards and armored sergeants open a gap, more holy power may be consumed in order to push them down.
Jourdan was not sure when the reinforcements would arrive, so he could only prepare for the worst and save as much holy energy as possible while preserving his strength.
Picked up the kettle and took a few sips. When Jourdan saw Laurent walking up from the side, he immediately put down the kettle: "Did the night guard come over to you just now?"
"Yes, two armored sergeants and a dozen or so night guards came up." Laurent took the water bottle from Jourdain and took a few sips, "But I asked the spearmen to cooperate with the holy guns to deal with them, and no one was injured. "
"Okay." Zhu Erdan straightened the crooked helmet, "Get ready. Let's start the shift change on the second floor."
A division captain asked: "Now. Don’t you want to save your holy power? Why ask the second floor to disperse the gathered peasant soldiers?”
Laurent returned the kettle to Jourdain: "Idiot, as soon as we change shifts, the knights will charge. When the time comes, the peasant soldiers will block the lead for the knights, and they will rush forward.
Let the gunmen attack the opponent's peasants. Firing the Holy Wind when the soldiers are concentrated will force them to retreat, reduce the pressure on our spearmen, and prevent the knights from taking advantage of the situation to charge.
If we wait for the knights to charge before firing the blunderbuss, the first blunderbuss will disperse the peasant soldiers, and the second blunderbuss will disperse the peasant soldiers. Before he even said it, the knight was already in his face. "
Laurent's words were rough, but his tone still made an unpleasant look flash across the face of the division captain.
Jourdan immediately smoothed things over: "Okay, let's talk about switching defenses if we have to. If we can last for more than two hours after changing defenses, I don't believe they are invincible."
With the neat sound of muskets, the surrounding peasants and soldiers immediately dispersed, and the night watch guards who used the peasants and soldiers as cover naturally retreated.
After getting a moment of respite, the 400 holy gunners of the two legions immediately began to change shifts, leaving only the spearmen at the front.
Such an obvious change naturally cannot be hidden from Halwin’s eyes.
He shouted to the sergeant chief of the armored sergeants: "Come fifty armored sergeants, and 20 more knights will come to fight on foot, and follow the next group of peasant soldiers to kill together. The first one to get there will be rewarded 2 Gold pounds!”
Seven strong soldiers wearing breastplates or chainmails immediately put on their robes and blended into the next group of attacking peasant soldiers.
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"Ah! The Juma on the road has been moved away!" Dekrama was originally beside the slope leading to the second floor. As soon as he saw the Juma moved away, he immediately jumped out of the pit. Jump out.
Stepping on the slope under his feet, Dekrama rolled and crawled towards the passage, while the other village heads rushed over in a swarm.
Dekrama was not the only one who saw the passage opening, hundreds of local villagers and engineers also saw it.
Seeing Dekrama taking the lead, they naturally refused to stay on the front line of the battlefield and ran towards the passage.
Amidst the noisy shouts and whistles, rows of holy gunmen formed a neat queue on the passage on the second floor, preparing to go down the passage to the first floor. Before they could take a step, they saw a dozen housekeepers and village heads jumping out from the entrance of the passage, hunched over, and swooping up.
Momri frowned, but ignored them. After all, there were only a few of them and they did not block the road.
He ordered on his own: "Wait for me to blow the whistle, let's go down the left channel."
Standing from the back of the team to the front, after hearing Jourdan blowing the whistle, He took the first fifty Saint Gunslingers and trotted towards the first floor.
Stepping on the gently sloping ground, Momri just stepped out of the gaps in the low walls on both sides when he heard a burst of noisy voices coming from in front of him.
Looking up again, I saw hundreds of engineers and villagers stuck together like a big gray cloud. The boiling crowd was pushing and shoving towards the entrance of the passage.
Momri suddenly took a breath of cold air. He drew out the armed sword from his waist and ran quickly towards these engineers, soldiers and villagers.
"Don't block the road, get out of the way, get out of the way!" Pointing his armed sword at them, Momri shouted at the group of villagers and engineers running over.
"Sir, please let us go up without disturbing things."
"Brother Deklama just passed by here, please let us pass."
Momli did not respond to the villagers' requests, but instead shouted to the engineers: "You guys squeeze up. What are you doing, do you want to be a deserter? "
The engineers who originally ran with the flow immediately wanted to retreat. They shrank their necks for fear of being seen by Momri, and moved back quietly.
When the villagers saw the black-hatted military monks in armor running in neat steps, they prepared to leave with the engineers.
But the flow of people was chaotic. Some were moving forward, some were trying to go back, and some were even trying to sneak past Momli without him paying attention.
I don't know who tripped whose leg first. I just heard a scream of "ah". First two or three people fell down, and then the engineers, soldiers and villagers fell down one by one like dominoes.
They were already unsteady on the slope, not to mention that the weather was gloomy today and they could not see clearly. On the road where Momri changed defenses, it rolled into a crowded mess and wailing.
“Ouch, my legs!”
“I told you not to run, don’t run!”
“Who? Who stepped on my hand!”
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The crowd struggled, lying and standing mixed together, crying like a swamp blocking the road.
The black hat army monks looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the villagers blocking the road.
Momli gritted his teeth: "Go back, let's go down the other side of the passage, and ask the spearmen to clear this passage. If anyone blocks the road, we will kill them directly!"
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"What's going on?" Laurent spit out a few grains of sand that flew in from his throat, "Isn't it a change of defense? The infantry are almost coming up again!"
It was originally said that after the muskets were released, each of the holy musketeers would take over to the second floor in turn, but Laurent waited on the left and didn't come, and waited on the right and still didn't come.
Not only the defense on his side, but also the direction to his left is the same.
“I don’t know!” The captain of the spear division guarding the same wall as Laurent also complained loudly, “Our holy gunman is gone, where is their holy gunman?”
Laurent gritted his teeth: "I'm going to ask, you..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw a human head wearing an iron helmet emerging from behind the captain of the spear division.
"Be careful! Behind you!"
Before he finished speaking, the sound of piercing the air jumped up along with the cry of killing. The dim sword light under the clouds swept across the neck of the spear division captain, and the flesh and blood squirmed in the neck. Blood burst out like a fountain.
The human skull rolled to Laurent's feet. He subconsciously threw himself to the left, and the armored sergeant's long sword hit the spot where he was standing.
Turn over, Laurent fell to the ground, raised his wind-up gun, and pulled the trigger at the armored sergeant.
The armored sergeant was so horrified that he fell back, rolled, and hit the wall with his elbow to change direction, before standing up in shock and uncertainty.
When he realized that Laurent was bluffing him, the sergeant's face immediately turned as red as pig liver.
“Are you kidding me?!”
Seven or eight armored sergeants held up the wall, climbed over, and fell to the ground with a loud thud, shouting for kill.
The sultry wind blew on Laurent's face, but he felt a chill.
(End of this chapter)