Chapter 362 The Battle of Montenegro (6)
The wind blew past his cheeks, blowing Niedersall's slightly curly black hair at the temples close to the iron jaw guard.
The body rises and falls with the war horse, and the green trees and berry bushes on both sides slip away like phantoms.
He could hear the neighing of the war horses and the war roars of his companions. The 300 Nicosacks charging neatly lay their bodies on the horses, almost becoming one with the war horses.
Behind them were 300 charging knights, struggling to follow their backs.
The bright red short cloak stretched out from under the silver-gray shoulder armor, swaying up and down in the fierce wind, and made a crisp crackling sound when they collided with each other.
Unlike the previous fanatical-looking Ibe knights, Niedersall's eyes were extremely sober.
His riding skills are very good, and his courage is enough to attack the enemy's formation.
Unlike those dandy knights of the Empire, who do not train in riding skills, but rely on drinking khan potion to charge.
Niddsaal only drinks Khan Potion or Spider Potion at the most critical times.
The charge he led was different from the previous reckless charges of the knights.
After the Ibe knights launched their charge, he discovered that the enemy's battle formations on the left and right wings had actually changed.
Whether it is the Flesh Royal Court or the Divine Ai Empire, there is a rule on the battlefield, that is, try not to change formations unless necessary.
Because once the formation changes, the stupid infantry will be confused. They cannot understand the concept of position and are very likely to reveal flaws.
Especially when the Cavaliers attack, they are more likely to make mistakes due to pressure.
Since the high ground on the enemy's left flank on his right was too far away and difficult to charge, Niedersall decided to try to open up the situation from the enemy's right flank.
The horse's hooves hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Jeshka stood on the biosynthetic armored tank (wooden baffle tank) that had not been used for a long time, raised the lookout glass and stared into the distance in front of her.
According to Jeshka's male gaze, just from the smoke alone, he could probably determine that the number of the opponent's knights was between 400 and 600.
The army he relied on was 1,000 infantry, two low walls of wet mortar and a defensive line of car forts.
Holding on to the edge of the chariot, Jeshka jumped out of the vehicle: "Inform Coleman of the Chinese Army that I helped them just now, and they have to help me launch an L-shaped shot from the side."
As for Niedersall's attempt to use a charge to force a change of formation, Jeshka was not worried at all.
One of the training subjects of the Salvation Army is called infantry formation change under cavalry charge.
The war monks, who had been beaten with wooden sticks by their instructors and lost their emotions, would hardly pay attention to the rumbling sound of horse hooves.
"The Sixth Black Hat Legion, the Fifth Black Hat Legion, retreat 20 yards back and enter the fortifications and car forts for defense."
"The Sixth Black Hat Legion!" Barnaby shouted loudly, "The 1st and 2nd Holy Guns Division took the lead, turned left and entered the fortification range. The 34th Holy Guns Division immediately returned to its original position and returned with the Lancers. "
"First Holy Guns Division!" The commander of the First Holy Guns Division followed, "Everyone turn left, follow the Second Holy Guns Division, and move forward quickly!"
The passwords were passed down layer by layer, and the war monks followed the division captain and brigade captain in neat steps, completely ignoring their backs being exposed to the knights.
Under Niedersall's disbelieving gaze, the war monks restored their original formation in less than half a minute.
They even made another change of formation like a butterfly passing through flowers, changing from a horizontal line to a column, and walked quickly towards the carriages and fortifications behind them.
"Damn it, am I facing the imperial army?" Niedersall, who was spitting, yelled.
This kind of organization and speed of formation change is not something they have never seen before, but it only exists among the emperor's forbidden army in the royal court.
Every day they have nothing else to do but dress up beautifully and perform on the school field like a big dance, performing transformations and comical fights.
In terms of speed, these rebels are much slower than the Forbidden Army.
But Niedersall never thought that this kind of formation change could really appear on the battlefield. He couldn't imagine how to change the formation of that large square formation.
He didn't care much and gave the order to charge in advance: "Quickly walk, change to running, get ready to throw the javelin."
The Nicosacks on horseback drew a javelin more than two meters long from their backs.
This kind of javelin is made of tough and elastic ash wood, with a long needle-like tip at the front. Its main purpose is to break shields.
The wind on Niedersall's face became stronger, the scenes on both sides moved back like phantoms, and he raised the javelin in his hand. As he breathed, the muscles on his arms became more solid, and the muscles were knotted and bulging, and the skin was tightly attached to the muscles like dried beef.
Breathing techniques allow riders to greatly increase the nerve recruitment of local muscles when concentrating.
This temporary improvement is the source of what the knights call extraordinary martial arts.
But this kind of temporary improvement requires long-term training, and is often a secret of a certain noble family. Although some knights' breathing skills are not weaker than their masters, their combat effectiveness is just a bit lower.
"Wu Li Li Li Li——"
The tongue of his native dialect came out from his mouth. As a positioning position, Niedersall arched his back, and his body was like a long bow in his hand. The heavy javelin was thrown.
The javelin drew an afterimage in the air, bypassed the chariot and fort, inserted into the chest of a war monk like a comet, and poked out from the waist.
The war monk was even more beaten and fell to the ground, with fishy-sweet liquid coming out of his mouth and tongue.
The heavy javelin, which could only be thrown thirty meters originally, flew a distance of nearly ninety meters under Niedersall's throw.
The Nicosacks also threw their javelins. The tip of the javelin flashed with the dazzling light of the sun and landed on the chariot and mortar wall.
After about twenty of them fell into the chariot, in an instant, seven or eight war monks who had been shot through the body or arms fell down clutching their wounds.
Blood spurts out, or slowly flows down from the corner of the mouth, and the huge force can even send a person flying away.
Even the war monks who were numb on the battlefield could not help but shrink their bodies under the whizzing javelins, for fear of being shot.
Amidst the screams of the wounded, Niedersall suddenly heard a creepy crunching sound.
The sixth sense he had trained on the battlefield for many years allowed him to issue the order before he had time to think: "Swivel, swing, swing to the left!"
Under Niedersall's order, the front row The Negosacks turned to the left like a changing tide.
Out of the corner of his eye, Niedersall saw black muzzles rising above the chariot and low walls.
But he ran away, and the knights behind him were caught off guard and were directly exposed to the guns of the Salvation Army.
"Praise the holy wind!"
"Bang bang bang——"
The whirling Niedersall felt something whizzing past the side of the cloak, There were bursts of painful cries from behind.
While running fast, he took a moment to look back.
Nearly a hundred rounds of lead were fired from the front and side. The horsemen stood up, and the knights covered their necks, and black blood spurted out from their mouths and noses.
The orderly ranks of knights were beaten to pieces after a round of firing. Dozens of knights were knocked down by the invisible devil's wind.
Some of the retinue knights were still charging under the influence of the potion. Unfortunately, they were hit by another round of gunfire as soon as they approached the chariot and fort.
While they were slowing down due to fear, hundreds of spearmen had already poured out of the car fort.
The faces wearing iron helmets were so ferocious that no one could guess that they were farmers in the fields three months ago.
"Kill! Exorcise the devil and restore righteous faith!"
"Devil's lackey, die!"
Hold the lower part of the spear with your left hand, and the tail of the spear with your right hand, rotating Send it here at the same time.
“Pfft——”
The three-and-a-half-meter long spear, driven by the spearmen who sped up and ran wildly, pierced the waist and abdomen of the knights.
Several retinue knights screamed and fell down. Metal fragments and pieces of armor were flying in the air. Thick blood flowed out with bubbles from both ends of the gun blade.
More often, they were thrown off their horses, and then their hands and feet were stepped on by the spearmen, who lifted up their skirts or tore open the collars of their armors, and stabbed their soft skin with daggers or daggers.
Seeing that more than 300 retinue knights were beaten and only about 200 fled back, Niedersall gave up the attack on the right wing of the Salvation Army.
“I’m still too anxious.” Niedersall said to the adjutant next to him, “Let the infantry phalanx column advance, press them up, and force them to use up their physical strength and magic power, as well as those vehicles. The fort and the stone wall will be demolished by me!”
(End of this chapter)