Chapter 416 Oblique Strike Tactics
The gray mist was broken by the strong wind, and the smoke wrapped around these black-armored knights, it was like the devil's breath.
The black flood broke through the long wall made of smoke, the war horses roared loudly, and the coat of arms representing Arman and Prince Condé fluttered wildly on the battle flag.
Almost in the blink of an eye, they charged in front of these militiamen.
"Command Company! Spear, spear!" Column issued random orders without hesitation.
Although these city militiamen were exhausted, they still displayed unprecedented efficiency in the face of threats to their lives.
The strong militiamen rushed to the front and raised their heavy oak shields. The second and third rows were pikemen, and the two rows of pikes pointed diagonally at these terrifying extraordinary knights.
Beside them, two Black Hat Army recruits formed a 10X10 square formation under the leadership of the officers.
Under the scoldings of the officers, the recruits raised their three-and-a-half-meter long spears and pointed them sideways at the charging knights.
They put their right foot in front and their left foot in the back. With their right hand as the fulcrum, they held the tail end of the spear with their left hand and pointed the tip of the spear at the rushing knights in a labor-saving lever posture.
In such a tense scene, these recruits still muttered:
"Thank you, Holy Sun Horn, for giving me the talisman to protect my body. The kindness will never be repaid, Hail, Holy Lord and Holy Sun!"
They Around their necks hung amulets that were said to have been illuminated by Horn. Before departure, Armand told them at mass that with this amulet they would be invulnerable.
But if you are not pious, that is, you are deceiving the Holy Father, the Lord, the Holy Son, then this amulet will not have any effect.
Such an array of spears could not make the extraordinary knights feel any fear at all. On the contrary, they burst out laughing.
They had seen this scene too many times.
Every time you resist them, the result will be complete death!
The hot wind blew the tassels on the helmet tightly against the top of the helmet. Arman leaned on the horse, and the knight's sword raised high cut the air, making a sharp explosion.
After eating the soybeans and fodder containing the medicine, with the blessing of divine magic, the eyes in the gaps in the horse armor glowed with a faint red light, and every time the horse's hoof fell, the light and shadow trembled.
"Stand still, don't move!" Brune's roar seemed so numb and mechanical.
But compared with Colen, who was screaming piercingly around him, this performance can be said to be quite good.
At the moment of impact, it was like there was a bright light. Everyone closed their eyes, but many people lost the chance to open them again.
When the hard horse armor hit the body, the huge force turned into substantial pain, the oak shield fragments flew everywhere, and the gun barrel exploded like a smash.
Amid a series of screams, seven or eight militiamen were knocked into the air.
Even in mid-air, you can see their heads tilted, their eyes widened, their necks and ribs, and their thick white bones even piercing their skin.
They rolled on the ground, hitting rocks and trees before stopping, twitching and losing all sound.
An armored soldier who was lucky enough to survive was trying to stand up by holding on to the ground, but as soon as he raised his head, a heavy horse's hoof stepped on him.
The head was crushed directly by the heavy pressure, thick blood spurted out from the mouth and nose at the same time, and the veins on the temples spurted out thin streams of blood like a water gun.
"Bless the Holy Lord! All you believers of the devil, go to hell."
Arman's knight sword waltzed, drawing arcs one after another, covered in blood Bringing out circles of blood rings.
The long sword slashed left and right, and the city militiamen watched helplessly as the long sword struck them as soon as they made contact. The next moment, the sky was dyed red.
Dozens of iron horses cut through the array of thousands of militiamen like waves. Under the iron hooves, waves of blood rushed to both sides in a V shape.
Human heads and bones were scattered on both sides, and Arman and the knights of the Order were chopping wildly.
It wasn’t until Arman felt the resistance from the war horse suddenly lighten that he realized that he had killed these militiamen.
“Hahahahahaha—this is right, this is right!” Arman laughed heartily. This is what a knight is, and this is what a knight should look like. The scene of sitting there blankly, being held down and beaten, never belonged to a noble knight.
“Do you know what a titled knight is?” Arman laughed like crazy and raised his knight’s sword. “The order is the command of the Holy Lord. It comes from the orders given by the Holy Knights during the Holy Lord’s period.< br>
A titled knight is a person with a name among the Paladins. Our names are engraved on the eyelids of the Holy Lord, and we are the Holy Lord’s sword and god of war.”
Raise your hand and cut off one of them. With half the head of the fleeing militiamen, Arman poured a bottle of medicine into his mouth, and steam rose from his cheeks.
“Pass it on, I have defeated the enemy on the right wing. The baggage train will not be too far from the center. The whole army is pressing forward and use oblique attack tactics!”
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"Your Majesty, do we need to send someone to respond?" Sissi couldn't help but ask in a low voice due to the screams coming from behind.
"No need." Horn was riding on the horse, his eyes fixed on the fog, "Keep going."
In the smoke that blocked the line of sight, the airflow that rolled up the smoke rushed to the left. The right thrust muddied the air on this battlefield, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.
After the gray fog, the black shadow swayed back and forth, but it was much clearer than before. The lightning representing white light lit up once in a while in the fog.
The horses' legs crossed in the mist, and the dust stirred up made the entire battlefield a little turbid again.
Beside Horn, the Salvation Army infantry who were still walking with assault rifles before did not know when they switched to quick steps.
From the beginning of the march to now, they first marched more than 200 meters westward and then 100 meters northeastward in five minutes.
Too fast. This speed is quite fast among the infantry of the Empire. They can only maintain this speed when charging.
The most important thing is that the formation and queue can be kept neat!
In these five minutes, even the opponent's light cavalry did not react. Otherwise, according to the character of the knights, they would have been chasing them by now.
Horn even wanted to thank the smoke. It was originally intended to block the launch line of his fireball crossbow, but now it became a helper covering his tracks.
But correspondingly, even with a lookout, Horn could not determine the whereabouts of the other party. He could only confirm that the other party was moving slowly towards the south.
This is why Horn suddenly changed direction and headed northeast.
The original diamond-shaped military formation turned into a column of two and two at this moment. The long guns and the armed swords at the waist collided with each other, making crisp sounds.
The smell of burning straw with the pungent smell of snuff mixed with the gray skylight made many war monks couldn't help but cover their noses and squint their eyes.
This is actually a very risky behavior, but in order to be able to march neatly, this is the only way.
While riding on the horse, Horn entered the state of war. His whole face seemed to be paralyzed. At first glance, he gave the impression that he was sleepy and tired, and he stopped making any expression.
After all, in this tense time, when life and death are at stake, when everyone is nervous and everyone is working hard, do you want Horn to laugh?
"How's it going with Jeanne?"
"I haven't heard the sound of the cannons just now. It's probably because the two short cannons have been fired." Hakuto rode on the horse, "But the holy power should not be exhausted yet."
"Almost. ." Putting the lookout in his pocket, Horn took out the Blood Covering Cloud, "Call Jeanne back, re-wind the holy gun, and the whole army will move to normal steps, ready to fight the enemy knights at any time."
< br>"Is it true that we don't need to go back to support the militiamen in Xiaochi City?" Sissi lowered her voice and asked, "Your two recruit regiments are still there."
"No."
“But...”
"You heard what I said, don't waste time."
Unlike usual, Horn's heart was as hard as ice during the war. Even his closest veterans such as Sissi still felt that My heart felt cold.
(End of this chapter)