Chapter 336 Battle of Moncruss (7)
In the forest in the southwest corner of the fortress, groups of war monks appeared on the edge of the battlefield with neat steps.
They wore neat silver-gray wrought iron breastplates, held the tails of spears in their hands, and moved mechanically.
"The First Lancer Division, follow me and move closer to the right!"
"The Fourth Holy Lancer Division, move to the right at arm's length."
Amidst the continuous sound of whistles and orders, in almost three minutes, the Black Hat First Legion had quickly transformed from a marching formation into a combat formation.
Three hundred spearmen were arranged in a 50X6 formation in the center, and two hundred holy gunmen were arranged in two 20X5 horizontal formations on both wings.
In front of the forest, the Black Hat First Legion led by Victor has basically completed its initial deployment.
And because Rudillo couldn't hold himself back just now, he gave the knights a row of muskets, and he is still maintaining discipline.
Behind them, 200 boar knights led by Murat lined up on Rudillo's left side, responsible for protecting their flank.
Now that Helwin is gone, the one with the highest title is Count Perini of the Arco family.
Count Perini is of Cushite origin. He was ordered to stay outside because he was squeezed out by other knights.
In the end, he became Helwyn's last savior. After the command was transferred to his hands, Perini immediately realized that if he ran now, it would still be too late.
The enemy troops have not formed their formation yet, and Helwyn may not be able to come out while he is still trapped in the fortress.
But thinking of the sand sculpture knight behind him and his big eagle, Perini shuddered and gave up the idea.
You still have to rush! Perini looked around the battlefield and made a judgment.
"Stop forming a dense formation. We will charge immediately. Do you have any longbows?" Perini shook his head from side to side and asked everyone.
A Flan knight said half sarcastically and half teasingly: "Unlike the Wrangler, I will not use such a coward's weapon."
"What about you?"
“Hahaha, no need.”
"It's just a longbow, why is a lance so inconvenient?"
After asking, only about thirty Kush knights brought this skill as an arena inspection item.
Pelini had no choice but to tell these compatriots: "When you arrive in front of the formation, shoot arrows and knock down the first row. Slow down immediately.
We There is no time to replace the lances, so the flange knights can only reap the results of the victory!”
After confirming the condition of the armor and holding on to the shields, which were useless but could be used as psychological comfort, the knights raised their lances! , began the charge.
On the vast plain in front of the fortress, the rumble of horse hooves sounded, and nearly a hundred extraordinary knights and more than a hundred retinue knights launched a charge.
The horseshoe formation formed, and the distance of about three hundred meters was instantly left behind, and the smoke and dust in the sky gradually approached the two military formations.
"Attention, one hundred and fifty meters away!" Pelini shouted, and before he finished speaking, seven or eight arrows were shot out.
"Don't shoot! I'll tell you before shooting!" Perini shouted angrily at the Kush knights.
One hundred and twenty meters, one hundred meters, eighty meters...
Perini looked through the gaps between the charging knights in front and saw Y-shaped musket racks erected one after another, with the black muzzles pointed at them.
After a burst of inexplicable heart palpitations, Perini subconsciously bent down and buried his head in the horse's hair.
“Praise the Holy Wind!”
The bodies of the forty holy gunmen shook at the same time, and the muzzles of their guns were pushed up towards the sky by the reaction force when the lead came out of the barrel.
In the scream-like cry of the banshee, the sharp-eyed knight saw several black spots approaching quickly before he could react.
A piece of lead broke through his breastplate, blasting a cavity in the flesh and blood. The huge impact forced blood and pieces of flesh to spurt out from the wound.
From Perini's perspective, it was a bloody arrow shot from the chest of the knight in front.
Then the knight let out a howl like a dog barking, clutching his chest, unable to sit still, and slid off the horse.
He was quite clever and took his feet out of the stirrups at the last moment. The other knight who was shot in the stomach was not so lucky.
His ankle got stuck in the stirrup and was dragged to the ground by the frightened galloping horse. His face and hands were all scratched.
The most horrifying thing was that Perini watched helplessly as the intestines flowing out of his stomach were hanging on half of the tree roots due to friction...
Anyway, when Perini was galloping past, he endured nausea and convulsions. The sword gave him a thrill.
"Attack!" After the seventy-meter distance, Perini suppressed the feeling of vomiting and roared loudly.
At this time, seven or eight more arrows flew out and landed in the Salvation Army's array, but they did not cause many casualties.
"What's going on?" Pelini yelled.
The voices of those young Kush knights were filled with tears: "I'm afraid!"
If you have not personally experienced the blowing of the devil's wind, you will never know the terror of the devil's wind.
Perini could only vent his fear through war cry: "Don't be afraid, the Holy Father will bless us!"
"Kill——"
Finally Twenty meters away, the banshee's scream sounded again. The knights who were halfway through their killing shouts hurriedly lowered their heads and prayed frantically not to shoot themselves.
Straightening up, Perini shouted hoarsely: "Now, shoot!"
Dozens of squeaky bow strings were pulled, and Perini's index finger, middle finger, ring finger and three fingers On the bowstring, a shovel-headed armor-piercing arrow was caught by Perini between his index and middle fingers.
There was no need to lift the bow at such a close distance. He pointed directly downwards and drew the bow to his cheek. When Perini could see the faces of the Salvation Army clearly, he let go of the bowstring.
Twenty heavy arrows instantly shot down a dozen spearmen and holy gunmen in the front row, and Perini immediately slowed down.
In the unwilling expressions of the young Kush knights, more than eighty French and Leian knights rushed straight towards the Salvation Army array.
"It's all theirs anyway. Even if we successfully charge into the formation, we still won't get much benefit..." Perini did not forget to comfort these fledgling Kush knights loudly during the slowdown. .
"Boom——"
Perini felt something whizzing past him. He turned around and saw an unforgettable scene in his life.
In the array of Holy Gunslingers, ten crumbling Holy Gunslingers appeared.
The wind-up guns in their hands are one-third shorter than ordinary wind-up guns, but more than twice as thick.
This kind of shotgun gun, called a hand gun cannon, can only be used by those blessed with more than four rounds of holy power.
There are only ten or twenty people with this level in a legion. Logically speaking, each legion is allocated five poles.
But Victor felt that Rudillo would be attacked, so he gave his gun to Rudillo in advance.
At this moment, ten shotguns with an output comparable to that of a large blunderbuss sounded in front of the formation, and dozens of iron sand and lead pellets were compacted in each blunderbuss tube.
After Perini's maneuver, a heavy rain of lead bullets and iron sand hit the Ibe knights who were rushing straight towards them.
"...the holy wind blew through the devil's body, peeling off the devil's skin, revealing his dirty flesh and blood!"
Perini couldn't help but read this sentence Famous lines from the Gospels, because the scene before me is so similar.
Wherever the holy wind blew, there was a crackling sound, and the thick armor burst into pieces in an instant.
Their originally strong muscles were torn into pieces of flesh and blood by shotguns.
The horsemen stood up and neighed in pain. The forty knights in the first two rows fell stiffly as if they had been swept by a huge slap.
Behind the muskets and cannons, there were wailing knights in front of the position.
However, after increasing the number, even after giving up accuracy and range, it is still impossible to achieve instant death against the knights.
Most of the knights on the ground were wailing. Most of them were seriously injured, and few of them were actually killed by a gun.
Perini turned his horse's head and ran towards the remaining knights, shouting as he ran: "There is still hope! Keep charging!"
There is indeed hope, because the knights are so close, and after being shot over by heavy arrows, the Salvation Army also fell into a brief chaos.
The impact just now was huge, but the damage was almost the same as the previous two rounds of shooting combined.
If you continue to charge at this time, you can still complete the intended goal.
“It’s the devil!”
“Go and invite the monks, we can’t fight the devil!”
"Where's the magic of prayer? Come here, monk!"
After facing the bloody and cruel shotgun, most of the knights were shaken. Some of the timid knights couldn't bear it and ran back directly.
When the rest of the people saw someone they knew running away, they followed suit. One by one, everyone started running in the opposite direction.
During this period, they were even shot in the back by the holy gunmen who had reorganized their formation.
"Brother Murat, it's up to you!" Standing on a thick tree root, Victor shouted to Murat.
"Don't worry!" With a shake of the reins, Murat galloped out with two hundred boar knights on riding horses and a small number of war horses.
It was discovered that there were heavily armed black-armored knights chasing them, and those Ibe knights ran faster.
Turn the horse's head around, Perini finally caught up with the knights who were running away in the direction of Helwen and asked: "Why are you running, you can still charge!"
"That's the devil. , we are no match!”
“You didn’t charge, so of course you won’t have back pain if you stand and talk.”
"Believe me, let's rush again. If we continue to run now, we will only be..."
"Get away, unclean, you are just giving the orders blindly!"
Flan The knight passed by Perini's side, swinging the riding crop intentionally or unintentionally, and hit Perini on the cheek.
Touching the bloody whip marks, Perini, who had originally called on the knights to organize the defeated troops, instantly fell silent.
"Uncle Perini!" A Kush knight ran to Perini's side, "Are you okay?"
Perini didn't reply. He touched his cheek, looked at the bright red blood on his palm, and laughed twice as if he was angry or self-deprecating.
"It's okay, call all the knights of Kush origin, let's break out together and fight out!"
(End of this chapter)