Chapter 369 Battle of Black Mountain (Thirteen)
The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded clearly in his ears. Mormont did not raise his head. He knew that it was the Holy Gun Cavalry led by Saint Jeanne.
Or the wizard cavalry led by the witch Jeanne.
At the beginning, the Ruoan Party had proposed the idea of researching a fast-casting spell and then training wizards as cavalry to fight against knights.
Unfortunately, they have neither magic nor horses.
As the junction of subtropical and tropical climates, Black Snake Bay, which is full of monsters, beasts, swamps and forests, is really not suitable for raising horses.
Besides, as the descendants of fugitives, heretics and wizards, the people of Black Snake Bay have a certain innate resistance to becoming "knights".
For the secret sect wizards in Black Snake Bay, "not cooperating with the empire or the church" is an iron rule.
The original founders of the Secret Party came to Black Snake Bay with endless hatred for the Empire and the Church, and swore this oath.
In order to prevent future generations of secret parties from colluding with the church, they specially set up this oath.
The consequences of breaking the oath are equally serious. For the secret party with softer methods, the betrayer is usually beheaded.
For some Ruoan Party members who were cruel but did not mention names, they gave a series of choices such as Lingchi and Renzi, and their family members were even exiled.
The wizard born in Black Snake Bay has been taught to hate the empire and the church since he was a child.
Under this iron rule, for decades, the number of wizards who rebelled every year has never exceeded thirty.
Even in wizard slave camps, those wizards are unwilling to accept any payment when working, because that means cooperation with the empire or the church.
Even if no one knows, if one day you meet a spiritual wizard or witch, you will be in serious trouble.
"Crack——" The fireball ballista in front of him jumped a little when it was bumped by rocks, but Mormont still didn't raise his head.
Gritting his teeth and pushing the fireball crossbow, he tried his best to move forward.
Since the horses had all brought Lahorn's leather spring cannon, they could only choose this most primitive method to push the fireball crossbow to the predetermined crossbow position.
The wheels ran over the ground, crushing the grass, exuding a pungent grassy smell.
The cool grassy smell only aggravated the heat in Mormont's heart.
Before the war, this combat plan was sent to many professionals for discussion according to Horn's instructions.
According to Horn's previous experience, plans that have not been extensively discussed by professionals have a high probability of going wrong.
The Papal State has made jokes more than once before.
After all, this proposed plan is ideally reasonable, but in practice it may not be feasible.
The review of the "wizard factor impact" of the battle plan was done by Paslik and Mormont.
Based on the iron law of "non-cooperation", the two made a "very suitable" judgment on the planned location.
Although Mormont didn't know how Pasric looked now, he could probably guess that it wouldn't be too good.
Even now, he still can't believe that his friends in the wizard slave camp would side with Niedersall.
Mormont knew almost all of them!
Have they forgotten how Niedersall enslaved them? After more than ten years of coercion and inducement, he never rebelled. Why did he suddenly rebel today?
What happened happened, and the only thing Mormont could do was to make up for it.
“We’ve reached the crossbow position, stop!”
Raising his sweaty head from the back of the crossbow cart, Mormont grasped the staff on the lever of the crossbow cart without stopping for a moment. The breath immediately spread to the surroundings.
"Astrologer, where is your horoscope? Divination quickly."
"Don't rush, don't rush, I'll take care of it!"
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"Is there a second shot?"
Horn put down the lookout glass in his hand , his surprised voice was drowned out by the sound of neat steps around him.
He was even more surprised than Niedersall: "How did these hand cannon monks fire the second round? They can even stand!"
The hand cannon monk who fired the second hand cannon last time is still drooling, pissing and muddy in the sanatorium.
These hand cannon monks can actually raise their crescent axes and charge with the spearmen? !
If it was just one person, it could be explained as a burst of adrenaline, but with the entire brigade, it was a bit abnormal.
If you can win this battle, you must carefully ask the captain of the hand cannon brigade how he did it after the war.
However, whether the hand-cannon brigade performs exceptionally well actually has no impact on the battlefield itself. When Niedersall led all the Nicosacks and retinue knights to charge towards the right-wing army, his flaw was exposed.
After the previous fast march, Horn should have arrived long ago, but he did not choose to appear behind Jeshka to support him, but ran to the front of the right-wing military vehicle fort. Unlike most people who believed that the battle between Jeshka and Niedersall was the key point, Horn believed that his position was the key to victory or defeat on the battlefield.
The lookout mirror slowly rotated, and a phalanx of night guards and leather-armored sergeants lined up in a 30X60 column was quickly moving towards Horn's right-wing army.
After repelling a charge from Zerakken's knights, Viktor of the central army successfully received the support of two legions led by Hakuto of the left wing.
The archers were left in Hakuto's original position, and they were shooting passionately with the Kush knights who were still fishing.
The eight legions changed from the original diamond-shaped formation on the front to a crescent-shaped formation diagonally to the right. All the forces of both sides began to tilt to the northwest side.
The two Guards regiments stood firm one behind the other in front of the chariot and fort the moment before Horn raised the lookout glass.
A sea of armor and chain mail jumps in front of you, and the upright hooks and spears shine in the scorching sun at noon.
"Is the fireball crossbow in place?" Horn took Xue Zhiyun out of his belt.
“The fireball crossbow is in place.”
"Where are the hussars?"
"Not even close."
"Where are Jeanne and the hussars?"
"They are about to fight the Nicossacks. Oh no, already Fighting with the Nicosack Knights”
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"It's okay, I'm okay."
Pushing aside the other Negossacks who were helping him up, Niedersall roared with unknown meaning.
Seeing that their general was safe and sound, the Nicosacks immediately let out a high-pitched war cry.
Mounted on the horse again, he spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground, forcing down the remaining shock in his heart.
As soon as he engaged in a battle with the Holy Gun Cavalry, a lead bullet narrowly missed his octagonal cone-top helmet.
Although it didn't cause much damage to him, when the lead bullet passed by, the violent sound caused black blood to flow from his ears and eyes.
Until now, he heard all sounds as if they were separated by a membrane.
After all, I shouldn’t have hesitated just now, Niedersall thought bitterly as he tore off a strip of cloth from his body and wiped the blood on his rifle.
In the end, it was his natural suspicion and his desire to be fully prepared before fighting that killed him. Just because he hesitated for ten seconds, the Holy Gun Cavalry caught up.
The Nicossacks in the front row had just been blown by the holy wind, so they were naturally penetrated by a wave, and the knights who followed them ran away lifelessly.
Niedersall had no choice but to lead the remaining Nicosacks and knights to rush forward. The two sides fought for a while before they reorganized their formations.
However, these holy gun cavalry did not get the best of them. The Nicosacks were all knights with the lowest six-level breathing method, and the average knight was a knight with a square flag.
Most of the holy gun cavalry only have two to four breathing skills. The only thing worth fearing is their indestructible holy wind.
At a distance of ten meters, even if the Knight of the Square Flag was shot, he would be overturned.
It was just a wave of exchanges between the two sides. The Nicosacks only suffered more than 20 casualties, while the Holy Gun Cavalry suffered nearly 50 casualties.
Should we retreat? Niedersall hesitated again.
In just a few seconds, he heard the battle cry of the attacking infantry, and then he made up his mind again - it was not yet time to retreat.
"Get ready to charge...wait!" Niedersall looked at the Salvation Army soldiers who looked up from time to time and narrowed his eyes.
As if he thought of something, he raised his head and wandered around in the sky.
In the sky, a giant sand-yellow eagle circled repeatedly and made a rapid cry.
Just now he was too absorbed in the battle formation and the harassment from the lead, and Niedersall didn't notice it until now.
He looked to the side and back with understanding, directly below the center of the sand sculpture's circle.
It was a cavalry force of about a hundred people. They did not wear any armor and moved forward silently amid the loud shouts of killing.
I don’t know when, a group of about a hundred hussars appeared on the edge of the battlefield, hiding under the shade of the trees.
Hidden under the shade of trees, the fast-moving hussars appeared on the edge of the battlefield...
When the three keywords were combined together, Niedersall felt his face numb and his hands and feet trembling slightly, which was a sign of blood filling his face.
The target of these hussars is not themselves, but the traitorous wizards in the distance!
A surge of blood rushed to his forehead, and while he was dizzy, he immediately gave the order: "Don't worry about it, hurry up, go back and intercept those hussars."
(End of this chapter)