Chapter 399 It must be Xie Sidon’s conspiracy!
"Your Excellency, be careful——"
Musak just walked out of the tent when he felt a pain in his left chest, and his whole body tilted to the left involuntarily.
The exploding blood mist rose from Musak's left chest. Even though he was wearing chainmail, his face turned livid instantly.
The surrounding guards immediately raised their bucklers to protect Musak.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't block your sight."
He stood up with help, Musak looked around, and the cold rain falling from the sky almost flowed to his heart.
The camp in front of us was full of fighting scenes, with teams of lycanthropic hussars riding war horses galloping back and forth in the camp.
The knights and guards who had not had time to put on their armor were being passed by afterimages while supporting and running, and blood arrows were shot out from their necks.
“This is called a bombing camp. Do you call this a bombing camp?”
Musak couldn't help shouting.
Unlike Count Mattai who played all night, Musak had always been disciplined and went to bed on time. But just when he was sleeping soundly, an attendant suddenly told him that the camp was being bombed.
I just got up and took a look, but it was not the case at all.
The lycanthropic hussars were scattering, beating gongs and drums, trampling on tents, and setting fire to provisions.
They pulled out the hanging sabers, and the long and curved blades cut through the air, accurately cutting into the bodies of the panicked knights and guards.
Different from the knight swords commonly used in the empire, this special saber is more suitable for chopping actions during cavalry combat.
When moving at high speed, the curved shape is more conducive to dragging and cutting.
During the chopping process, this design will not get stuck due to a straight thrust, reducing the reaction force on the cavalry's wrist when chopping.
Occasionally, there are neatly dressed knights. Before they have time to gather together to form a battle formation, the Holy Gun Cavalry swarms forward.
Amidst the banging sounds and the screams of the war horses, he was knocked to the ground before he even started to fight back.
The whole camp was in chaos.
"This is not a bombing camp. It was clearly attacked at night!" Musak angrily yelled in a cold voice.
"Your Excellency Musak, what should we do?"
"Call the remaining knights who can fight, and let's go to Getty Mountain to meet up with Tyrol!" Musak bit Gritting his teeth, he gave the order immediately and decisively.
Currently the entire camp has been bombed, and some knights even had their heads cut off in their sleep.
It's a dark night, it's a rainy night, there's no way to establish effective contact, then there's no way to establish effective command, and there's no point in staying here.
"That old guy Xie Sidun must have secretly let go of the corner and let them in deliberately." Musak still cursed coldly as he ran towards the stable.
If it weren’t for this old bastard Xie Sidon, they wouldn’t be here.
Even if there is the Lightning Witch, there is no way she can come all the way from the other side without any news.
Because in this case, the knights who reported the news should have arrived long ago, and it is impossible for them to appear so suddenly near their camp.
Just because of a little personal grudge against him, Sir Mizam's mission was disrupted. This Xie Sidon was so ignorant.
In fact, Count Musak's estimate of the speed of the cavalry surprise attack was based on two points. The first point was the weather.
A rainy night like this is not suitable for cavalry to conduct an assault. Aren't you afraid that you can't see the road clearly or your horse's hoofs will slip and fall off your horse?
But this problem is not a big problem for the Holy Gun Cavalry.
It is not easy for Jeanne to see the ground clearly, and she can even use lightning to illuminate the path from time to time to guide her.
As for the Holy Gun Cavalry, they are all blessed by the Holy Spirit, and there is no problem in using the excess Holy Power to drive the fluorite to illuminate the light.
Torches are afraid of rain. Is it possible that glowstone is also afraid of rain?
The second point is to capture one camp before starting the journey. At normal speed, it is good to capture two camps in one night. No matter what, we will not hit the Musak camp in the rear.
This is because after capturing a camp, the knights must rob the goods.
But unlike Count Musak's calculations, the Holy Gun Cavalry will not steal the goods after capturing a camp.
In other words, because the collective work model was implemented, and Horn did not hesitate to affect the operation of the Salvation Military Government, he had to put excellent accountants into the army as clerks.
The spoils and goods obtained in the war will be released one after the war, and the Holy Gun Cavalry does not need to snatch the goods at all.
Achieving the first two points will offset the impact of speed caused by slippery and muddy ground.
This caused the Saint's cavalry to set off later than Count Mattai's deserters, and actually arrived earlier than them.
“Xesidun is ignorant of the general situation.” Musak pressed on the bleeding wound and reluctantly climbed onto the saddle, “Wait, I want to sue Feiliu Castle, I want to sue the Holy See, I’m going to sue the Holy See!”
Under Musak's organization, a squad of more than thirty knights sneaked towards the Tyrol camp.
Just before running a few steps, a rush of horse hooves sounded from the side.
Horse hooves flew through the muddy water, and lightning illuminated everything.
A cavalry squad suddenly appeared in front of Musak's cavalry, heading straight towards them.
The leader was the Lightning Witch. She raised the golden flag gun in her hand and kept rising and falling with the leaping black horse.
"What to do?"
"Don't be obsessed with fighting! Let's turn!" Musak responded while turning the horse's head. From a bird's eye view from the sky, there are two cavalry teams, one turning to the left and the other turning to the right.
A few seconds later, the horse team turning to the right went straight into the rear of the Musak horse team.
Thunder and lightning are like ribbons of white light, jumping rapidly in the cavalry, burning the horses and the fully armed knights on the horses.
The skin curled, revealing pink flesh, and yellowish pus and blood flowed on the knights' bodies.
The knights around him were electrocuted one by one, and their charred corpses fell from their horses, splashing mud and water on the ground.
You have run so far, but the witch behind you is still chasing after you.
When the guards around him were reduced to only a dozen or so in the lead bullets and lightning, Musak suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted to the other knights: "You go, I will take the rear."
"Your Excellency, you..."
"Quickly go, pass the news to Mattai, to Harnczyk, to Tyrol. If these holy gun cavalry dare to come, we will surround them here!"
Throwing these words, Mu With two followers in tow, Sac turned his head and rushed towards Jeanne, who was leading the way.
The distance of thirty meters was just a blur before the two sides entered the most dangerous fighting zone.
“Devil!”
“Witch!”
Two roars sounded at the same time, and the impact of armor resounded in his ears.
At the moment of the battle, a bolt of lightning lit up in the sky.
Musak closed his eyes involuntarily, but for Jeanne, who had adapted to lightning, this was just the Holy Father lighting the way with his scythe.
"Boom——"
The sound of thunder woke Musak from his confusion.
A cold feeling came from his chest. He lowered his head and looked at the flag gun swinging up and down on his chest.
The cartilage between his chest was punctured to pieces, and lightning spread through the water vapor all over his body, making him almost unable to move.
The touch of the saddle under his butt disappeared, and Musak actually relived the feeling of weightlessness that he had not experienced in many years.
In full view of everyone, the untitled knight who had high hopes from everyone was stabbed through the chest with one move and fell to the ground on his back.
As for Jeanne who rushed over, she gritted her teeth and pulled out the bloodshot lance from her shoulder.
As expected, Musak touched the Order Knight beside the title. She was unexpectedly stabbed through her left shoulder, and blood flowed down the crack.
"Count Musak is dead, Count Musak is dead!" Colebo suddenly shouted, and the rest of the Holy Gun Cavalry followed suit.
This was originally just the shout of the Holy Gun Cavalry. The guards and knights who resisted stubbornly took a quick look and found that Musak's horse was empty.
The ground was filled with twitching and wailing knights, and there were lycanthropic hussars burning and killing everywhere.
Is Count Musak really dead? Then what else are you fighting for?
"Count Mousac is dead, run away."
"Run away, run away, we are defeated!"
The guards and knights were creative when Count Mousac was dead. Later, a sentence was added, "Run away quickly," which fully reflects the literary creativity of the faithful people.
Wherever the slogan reached, the guards abandoned their weapons and ran away. The mountains and plains were full of escaping guards and knights.
Some people hid in latrines, some climbed into trees, and some even panicked and jumped into the swollen river.
The hussars cheered and began to chase the fleeing guards and knights.
Driving her horse to the old knight, Jeanne reached out and held her Holy Grail flag gun that was taken off the horse by Musac.
She tugged, but did not move.
A stream of blood with stomach acid gushed out from his throat. Veins burst out in Musak's hands, and he held Jeanne's flag gun tightly.
“Don’t be proud, cough cough cough—” Musak, who was choked by his own blood, roared weakly, “You are finished. If you dare to go deep here, you are surrounded from all sides...”< br>
"You have a bit of a sense of humor." Jeanne slowly turned the gun barrel, spreading out the flag gun and tightening the flag gun from time to time, messing up Musak's internal organs.
It must be said that high-level knights are really difficult to kill. Normal people would have died or fainted from pain. Musak was not only conscious, but could even speak.
“Haha, hahahaha.” Even though he was in so much pain that he couldn’t speak fully, Musak still laughed sinisterly, “I have Count Mattai to the south, and I have friends in the Getty Mountains to the northeast. Count Tyrol, there are knights from Harnzsk to the northwest...
The knights who just escaped have gone to inform them that you are surrounded, and even if I die, you will not be able to escape!”
After listening to Musak's words, Jeanne's expression froze. She slowly turned her head: "Colebo!"
"How is it? Am I still humorous? Haha - haha -" Musak laughed so much that blood flowed from his nose.
At this time, Colebo came riding on a horse: "What's wrong?"
Jeanna took out the parchment, pointed to the two positions on it, and couldn't help laughing. Said: "The last two camps have finally been found. You immediately send hussars to scout these two locations."
"Really?" Colebo immediately shouted in surprise, "That's great. ...I will take the people there myself."
"Okay, go back quickly!"
"...Huh?" Musak, who was on his deathbed, raised his head like a flashback and opened his eyes wide, "Huh?! No, no, you lied to me, you must have lied to me!!!" ”
(End of this chapter)