Chapter 368 The Battle of Montenegro (12)
Le Fay got up from the ground. He shook his head, his body swayed, and his eyes were blood red.
He was just knocked away by Nicosack's iron hoof, and his head hit a big rock.
If it weren’t for the protection of the helmet, my brains would have been spilled all over the floor.
When the scene in front of him gradually became clearer, the tide-like noise penetrated into Le Fay's ears again.
The war monks around him were noisy, some were mechanically loading the holy guns, and some were carrying long spears on foot to chase the Nicossacks who had withdrawn from the battle formation and were preparing to launch a second attack.
But more people stood dazed, or tried their best to save Barnaby, whose throat was stabbed - even though they knew he was bound to die.
Everyone was shouting, and everyone was spinning around like headless flies. Under the huge impact, Le Fay also fell into a state of confusion.
The Gallar horizontal formation, as a replica of the Morris horizontal formation, not only inherits the advantages of the former, but also inherits the disadvantages of the former, the most typical one being the too weak flanks.
Whether it is for a single horizontal formation or for the whole, the too thin depth and fragile wings of the holy gunmen make them extremely easy to be penetrated by the cavalry side attack.
Horn would choose favorable terrain every time in order to prevent today's situation.
Losing the cover of his teammates and losing the command of Barnaby as the commander of the legion, the Black Hat Sixth Legion fell into chaos.
“Oh!” Le Fay screamed, arched his body, and took out the alchemy talisman he got from Mormon from his collar.
When Mormont was making the alchemical talisman previously, Horn assigned Barnaby's Sixth Legion to help.
The general contractor Barnaby transferred this task to the subcontractor Le Fay, and Le Fay pulled the grumbling hand cannon monks to help them.
As a reward, Mormont used scraps to give to Le Fay and others who helped, and each made an alchemical talisman, which is said to enhance the power of spells.
However, considering that Le Fay and others do not know magic at all, they are basically just decorations.
But just now, Le Fay felt a burning sensation on the alchemical amulet.
When he held the amulet in his hand, he didn't feel the same feeling as before.
Although he didn't know why, the pain still made Mormont wake up. Between the heads, he clearly saw the Necossacks who were making a comeback.
The Nicosacks rushed at the front and back, and in the middle were the knights who had no choice but to act like sandwich biscuits.
"Reorganize the formation, reorganize the formation." Awakening from his daze, Le Fay began to remind loudly, "The Cossacks are here again."
"Division captain level one Who else is the commander?" Amidst the clatter of horse hooves, Jeshka did not send out messengers, but arrived in person.
“I’m still here.” Seeing that no one around responded, Le Fay shouted loudly and walked out.
Although he is the brigade captain of the hand cannon brigade, this position is too special and belongs to the division level.
Now when most people are still confused and confused, Le Fay is the highest ranking and most active among the sober people.
"Okay, I will appoint you as the commander, responsible for blocking. As long as we can stop them for two minutes, reinforcements will arrive."
"Yes, Your Excellency Jeshka."
On the occasion of the defeat, Le Fay had no time to be excited and had to face Niedersall's charge.
Walking among the crowd, he kept pushing or pulling the Holy Gunslinger and the Lancer back to their positions.
"It's too late!" Bernardo, with a dusty face, squeezed out of the crowd and grabbed his wrist.
“Why is it too late?”
“I will sort out the formation.” There was a bloodstain diagonally across his cheek on Bernardo’s handsome face, “Call all the cannon monks , delay the time, otherwise you can only repeat the fate just now."
"Ah, yes," Le Fay immediately puffed up his chest and shouted in a voice that could shatter his internal organs, "Wake up, Barnaby. Already gone, hand cannon monk, come to the front row."
"No, hand cannon monk, come to the second row, be careful of the javelin."
With the gathering of Bernardo and Le Fay, the originally chaotic formation managed to condense into a loose formation again.
The hand cannon monks tried their best to mount the hand cannon as thick as an arm on the erect crescent axe. This is an exclusive weapon issued to the hand cannon monks.
After all, the slender wooden gun frame cannot support the heavy hand cannon and its amazing recoil force.
Before the hand cannon monks had time to raise their heads and aim, Le Fay couldn't care less. He heard the rumble of horse hooves.
The gun barrel stretched out from the shoulders of the pikemen in front and aimed at the Nicosack knights.
This clockwork hand cannon is very similar in appearance to the Cannedy Type 1, but it did not evolve from the Cannedy Type 1.
The origin of this clockwork hand cannon is actually the hand cannon made by Horn, which is equivalent to a smaller version of the leather cannon.
Horn specifically reduced the content of orichalcum, but only three to four shots of mana would be needed for a war monk to fire one shot.
If the rifled rifled gun is a precise burst shot, it is aimed at killing key figures.
Then the clockwork hand cannon is pursuing range and denial. Since it cannot hit the knight moving at high speed, it uses range damage to close it, and the target is not a person but a horse.
According to the condition that "people are extraordinary but horses are not extraordinary", they directly pulled the knights off their horses and came to the ground to fight with the Salvation Army's spearmen and holy guns.
But in terms of power, five clockwork hand cannons are not even as good as one of Horn's leather cannons.
Ten clockwork hand cannons were aimed at the charging Nicosacks. Le Fay narrowed his eyes. Niedersall, who inherited the tactics of desert herdsmen, always only wore thin iron cloth armor on his war horses. . This kind of cloth armor is quite successful for defending against stray arrows, but it is a bit unjustifiable for the iron sand of the hand cannon.
Niedersall, who has eyesight like an eagle, saw Le Fay's plan at a glance.
"You are really looked down upon." He sneered coldly.
This new clockwork gun was used in the previous Battle of Moncrusse. Do you think I, Niedersall, don’t read battle reports like those Imperial knights?
Not only did he read the battle report, he also condescended to find the first-line night watch guards to inquire.
After many rounds of questioning, Niedersall has long understood the limitations of the clockwork hand cannon - this weapon is very powerful, but it can only fire one shot, and the distance is at most only Twenty yards.
For the knights behind him, it is quite difficult to turn at the extreme distance of twenty yards.
But for these well-trained Nicosacks, it is not too difficult.
Under the scorching sun, the silver armor of the Negosacks shone with dazzling light, like a golden torrent.
The moment Le Fay was about to shout launch, the golden torrent suddenly turned its direction.
The knights accompanying the charge behind them rushed toward the ten hand cannons with a horrified look of despair as if the brakes were broken.
"The blood slave of the goat today." The plan was discovered, Le Fay roared but could only order the launch.
After all, whether it is the Nicosacks or the retinue of knights rushing over, they will tear the defense line apart again, and by then they may not have a chance to use it.
"Launch!"
A black shadow burst out from the muzzle, roaring like a screaming black mist.
The pungent smell of metal friction heating spreads quickly, mixed with the smell of grass and the dazzling sunlight.
The explosion sounded only belatedly at this moment. The ten hand cannon monks were so shaken that they fell over on their backs and had to be supported by other monks behind them.
The iron sand hit the heavy armor, making a harsh metal collision sound.
The sunlight reflected dazzling spots on the broken armor, lighting up the frightened faces of the knights.
After the continuous loud noises, the neighing of the war horses was mixed with the screams of the knights, blending into a blood-curdling howl.
The gnarled muscles of the war horse were penetrated by the black mist and iron sand, which were filled with dense blood holes.
It lost its most basic balance and fell heavily to the dry ground, splashing layers of dust.
The knights were knocked to the ground by their beloved horses, or were pressed by the horses, or rolled and bounced on the ground. Their armor hit the ground and made a dull clang sound.
The sound of horse hooves was still loud behind the billowing dust. Hundreds of javelins penetrated the smoke, and the white smoke hung like silk on the javelins.
Thirty more war monks were shot down and injured by javelins, and the holy gunners were still loading and twisting the clockwork with deformed movements.
With the remaining Negossacks, Niedersall sat on his horse and looked at the scene in front of him as if he were watching an animal fight.
The opponent's reinforcements haven't arrived yet, and the last trump card has been exhausted. At least they can kill this one horizontal formation that competes with each other, and the other horizontal formation will only be defeated.
At the foot of the distant hillside, nearly five thousand night guards and armored sergeants rushed up with peasant soldiers in tow.
"Win!" Niedersall raised his index finger high and pointed at the sky, with a proud smile on his lips.
He couldn't think of any other words after winning.
Smiling and turning his head, Niedersall picked up the kettle from the saddle and poured water into his parched throat.
“Bang! Bang bang!”
"Cough cough cough..."
Two water jets sprayed out from Niedersall's nose.
He turned his horse with all his strength and turned to the front of the horizontal formation. The originally heroic Nicossacks fell in the dust like the knights.
The holy gunmen who finally finished loading once again blew the terrifying holy wind, and only a hundred or so gunmen were left shouting in unison and rushed towards them.
It was far away, but Niedersall could still clearly see the confusion and fear on the faces of the Negosacks.
This, how is this possible?
Niedersall stood up from his horse and accidentally broke the kettle in his hand.
Didn’t we agree that there would only be one shot...
Damn it, Niedersall suddenly slapped his head, that was the trick of the demon Horn, and he fell into the trap.
This thick barrel spring gun is obviously the same as a thin barrel, it can hit many shots!
"Are we going to continue the attack now?" The adjutant turned his head and looked at Niedersall's troubled face.
“…………”
Will there be a third round? Niedersall frowned.
(End of this chapter)