Chapter 396 Kolebo, blow the trumpet
After the previous two blows, the speed of these Kasha County knights has obviously dropped significantly.
In the sudden charge duel, the lance penetrated the breastplate of the Holy Gun Cavalry, while the hammer spear hit the helmets of the Kasha knights heavily.
The speeding lead bullets charged together with the Holy Gun Cavalry. The sound of intensive weapons clashes continued, and the broken blades were flying in the air.
The battle of cavalry is different from that of infantry. If infantry is like two walls hitting each other, then the battle of cavalry is like a shuttle flying back and forth alternately on a textile machine.
After the first staggered charge, Maurits shouted and rallied the Kasha knights again.
After turning their horses' heads, the Holy Gun Cavalry lined up at an unexpected speed, and once again collided with the Kasha knights.
The speeding hammers, spears and lances kept intersecting, and from time to time there was a sudden sound of gunfire, and then a knight fell down clutching his throat or chest.
The cross-cutting lightning is even more of a nightmare for the knights. People and horses are often electrocuted, or the brains of unarmored knights are pierced by lightning.
The blazing lightning melted the chainmail into molten iron and flowed on the ground, burning the horses until they screamed.
Their hairs stand on end, even if they are trained war horses, their most timid temperament will still be aroused in the face of lightning.
"Witch, the beauty of the devil! The concubine of the demon!" After the leading old knight Maurits counted the dead and wounded knights for the second time, he couldn't help but cursed.
Among the more than 80 knights, there are only about 50 left, and more than 20 have escaped and lost their fighting ability.
At first glance, the opponent's holy gun cavalry did not have much attrition.
Holding his ribs that were aching from being hit by the Witch's war hammer, Maurits looked bitterly at the Holy Gun Cavalry who were arranging their formation at an unusual speed.
They were just a group of retinue knights. In the past, Maurits would not have even looked at them, but today he actually beat them into such a mess.
The things that Maurits couldn't understand were actually very simple during the battle.
When a knight charges, in order to ensure that the lance in his hand can accurately penetrate the enemy's chest, he must always maintain the posture of holding the gun.
As for the Holy Gun Cavalry, they can assume almost any posture to respond to the impact of the lance, or even lay down on the horse after firing a gun.
In this case, unless the extraordinary knights drew their swords and fought in close combat, it would be difficult to cause damage to the holy gun cavalry lying on their horses.
This means that the Holy Gun Cavalry with lighter armor and faster speed is more flexible than ordinary knights.
The three cavalry squads were so disciplined that their courage seemed meaningless. Although their breathing skills and extraordinary martial arts were generally inferior to those of their opponents, they were able to kill more than 20 of their opponents with only single-digit losses.
Although the number of Kasha knights exceeds that of the reinforcements of the Holy Gun Cavalry, the opponent can always outnumber the actual number of people fighting.
In other words, many Kasha knights did not display their combat effectiveness at all, but only played the role of a cheerleading team.
Mauritz could clearly feel that the morale of the knights around him was wavering. The most obvious manifestation was that the charging speed of the knights in the first row was getting slower and slower.
Raising his chin, Maurits clearly saw through the gap in the bucket helmet that the infantry knights had entered the doorway.
The door has never been closed, and only the last thin layer of defense remains.
Seeing that Xiaochi City is about to be captured, should we run away at this time?
Such a great achievement is right in front of you. If he is expelled by this group of peasant cavalry, all the honor and reputation that Maurits has accumulated over the years will be lost.
Most of the Kush people in Kasha County have voted for the Brago Monastery. As a Kush knight, he was already under tremendous pressure and suspicion.
If he loses to the Salvation Army here, I'm afraid all the painful price he paid for this will be in vain.
Mauritz's teeth were squeaking together and he shouted to the people around him: "Pass it on, later, I will be the vanguard and kill the witch. Focus on shooting arrows when you are close. The other cavalry will not be used." Take care.”
After a brief order, more than fifty knights started again, but their momentum was much weaker than the first time.
Sprint, accelerate, rush!
The hot wind poured disturbingly warm water vapor into Mauritz's mouth and nose. He bent down, raised the lance in his hand, and breathed regularly.
"Fire the arrow!"
Thirty steps away, Maurits yelled.
Dozens of arrows flew like a wave, covering Jeanne and her horse Carrot like a swarm.
"Your Highness!" Colebo exclaimed. He didn't care about the condition of the horse. He directly pierced the horse's belly with the spurs on his boots and galloped towards Jeanne.
Wrapped in the rain of arrows, Jeanne stretched out her sword-cocooned hand, majestic white light condensed in her palm, and tiny blue-light electric snakes screamed and bit into the arrows.
White smoke rose from the arrow shafts, and long arrows shot into the lightning like moths flying into the flames.
Dozens of arrows, any that would cause harm to Jeanne, were shot down as soon as they entered the electric snake area.
But just after this white light, the war horse under Maurits jumped up and galloped over with its legs in the air.
"Ahhhh——" The muscles rolled and twitched like waves. From the waist to the right hand, the speed of the sitting horse was transformed into the impact of the lance.
The moment the white light disappeared, the lance stirred up the air smelling of rotten eggs and stabbed Jeanne in the chest.
The saint in front of her slowed down a beat, and the flag gun barrel in her hand bent into a semicircle under the huge force, and ejected towards the charging Maurits.
The gun head collided with the flag gun, sparks flew out, and the friction between the wooden poles was like the sound of a poisonous snake spitting its message.
The two spears passed each other diagonally. Jeanne lowered her body, tilted her head slightly while shrugging her shoulders.
The lance grazed the reverse-beveled breastplate and passed by her ear. The barrel of the gun was only a hair's length away from her earlobe.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them passed each other amidst the clang of metal friction.
Jeanna pulled her right hand, retracted the flag gun, shook it casually, and the bright red "wine" shook out from the rim of the golden Holy Grail on the battle flag.
The sound of blood and heavy objects falling to the ground sounded from behind Jeanne. The old knight, like countless rookie knights, slid down from the horse, clutching his heart.
With his back on the yellow mud ground, he lowered his head, looked at the armor that was pierced through his chest, and looked at the sky in confusion and disbelief.
His eyes were blurred, and his throat was covered with a sweet and fishy smell, but the echo of "impossible" was still floating in his mind.
This split-second cavalry duel relied only on instinctive control of breathing techniques and extraordinary martial arts.
No tricks, no strategies, just a duel of pure riding skills.
But he actually lost. Even the chief among the local flag knights would not be able to defeat him like this.
This yellow-haired girl did it. In other words, the little girl in front of her actually touched the side of the Order Knight.
She is only seventeen years old!
Colebo, who was rushing towards Jeanne, drove his horse at a slower and slower speed until the horse's hoof touched the hem of Maurits' clothes.
He looked at the old knight on the ground in amazement. The old knight was facing the sky, his eyes were blank, and his calves were unconsciously stretching and contracting on the ground.
It was only at this moment that Colebo suddenly realized that although Jeanne often used lightning as a weapon, people forgot that she also had extraordinary martial arts.
Only a few Gulag veterans know that Jeanne is a genius knight with a monster talent.
Even if she loses the witch ability of lightning, this female knight who has been trained by Shengdanji is enough to suppress all knights under the order with her own strength.
The most frightening thing is that it only took Jeanna one year to go from an ordinary brute-force village girl to her current level.
A series of gunshots sounded again, five or six knights rolled off their horses wailing, and the third cavalry stagger between the two sides ended.
The cavalrymen who passed each other this time should have turned around and fought again when they had rushed a hundred meters away.
But it seems that in order to win a larger battlefield space, they think that one hundred meters may not be enough, and a little further, such as one thousand meters or two thousand meters, is undoubtedly a good choice.
In the dull eyes of the retinue of knights who dismounted to fight at the city gate, the remaining knights who ran around and turned around raised dust and ran farther and farther away.
Then, it disappeared behind the slopes and woods.
No, buddy, you ran away, what about us?
The only answers to their fears were the smashing sticks and flying crossbow arrows.
“Colebo, Colebo!”
Woke up the wandering Colebo, Jeanne’s lower body was twisted to the right by the horse, but her head was turned to the left towards Collet Beau shouted, "Blow the trumpet."
"What trumpet is blowing?"
"Of course it's the trumpet for reinforcements." Jeanne pushed up her helmet and showed a bright smile, "Didn't you see?"
Shun Looking in the direction Jeanne pointed, Colebo squinted for a few seconds before nodding in realization.
Between the hills and the woods, hundreds of Holy Gun Cavalry's helmets fluttered and joined together, running towards them.
This is the second batch of Holy Gun Cavalry, as well as the third and fourth batches of cavalry. They will all arrive before dusk falls.
This most thrilling encounter at the beginning came to an end within half an hour with Jeanne's lightning.
"Dududu——"
Taking out the trumpet from his waist, Colebo puffed up his cheeks and spread the fierce horn sound throughout the battlefield.
(End of this chapter)