Chapter 422 I was never afraid in Pavia
As Horn expected, Hotam County and the hired low-level knights launched a charge on both wings.
However, since there were only about a hundred or so enemy knights in the right-wing army's legion, they chose to shoot back normally.
There were slightly more knights in the left wing army. In order to prevent the command company from following the attack, the holy gunners had no time to retreat back to the formation, so they chose to shoot while kneeling in front and standing behind.
Although the loading is basically completed, there is no chance to fire a second salvo. I can only stand on both sides of the gun array again, stuff the smelling salts into my nose, and twist the clockwork with difficulty.
"Speed up, speed up!"
Hearing the terrifying sound of gears, Arman didn't have any sympathy for the horse, and directly used the spurs on his boots to drill into the horse's belly hard.
Amidst the painful cry of "咴咴", the four hooves swept, and the blood in the eyes of the war horse became a little richer.
The horse's hooves hit the ground, and black smoke and hot wind kept blowing over Arman's faceplate, pouring into the helmet from the eye slits of the bird's beak helmet.
Breathing heavily, Arman bent his back slightly, his hips collided with the saddle, and the knight's sword inlaid with rubies and sapphires slapped his thighs.
The bright golden mane danced with the hot wind, and the horse's head kept nodding slightly, as if the earth was shaking up and down.
In front of them was a long, slowly moving steel line, with the dimly shiny helmets and armor rubbing against their clothes.
The spears swung neatly from side to side, and the uniform black military uniforms and red belts made this army not like a cowardly infantry phalanx, but like a moving black wall of ribbons.
Sturdy as iron, as if it could never be overcome.
Arman shook his head, shook off the doubts in his heart, and continued to charge through gritted teeth.
Standing in front of this wall with the feather gun in hand, Victor's palms were slightly sweaty.
Not far in front of them, a group of war horses arranged in a triangular wedge surged, with the command company as the front, heading towards the Black Hat First Legion where Viktor was located like a tsunami.
Heavy armored lancers marched on the plains, and on the side where the horses' hooves rushed past were the knights lying on the ground, rolling and groaning.
Broken fragments of weapons and flags were trampled by horseshoes and bounced on the ground.
The knights charging like a wave would be shocked even if Marshal Dunjar, the famous French general, was reincarnated.
Their infantry ranks were only six thin layers. Victor did not expect to keep all 600 knights, but at least 200 of them would be left behind to reduce the pressure on Le Fay and Jourdain in the rear.
"Stand still, stay close!" Victor repeated his order again, "Whoever dares to take a step back, I will thrust my spear into his buttocks!"
< br>"Bang bang——" Amidst the sound of the gun, Victor's voice was half drowned, followed by the whine of the war horse.
The First Legion of the Guards next door once again fired at the flanks of the charging knights. Hundreds of lead bullets flew past and hit the side of the wedge formation.
Plasma burst out, and the horses stood upright. Immediately, more than twenty knights fell over, and more than a dozen horses let out painful wails.
The overturned war horse stirred up smoke and dust and blocked the center of the charge. The elite knights at the rear jumped over skillfully.
As for those who were not skilled in their skills, they either reined in their horses and slowed down their horses, or they tripped and flew off their horses, breaking their necks.
"Don't stop, don't wait, charge, charge!"
The sharp-eyed Arman saw two horizontal formations moving not far away, seemingly supporting the four legions on the left.
There is no time to wait, so we can only charge.
200 Hotam retinue knights, 100 regular knights, and the 300 command company knights charging ahead, these are all the main knights that Arman can assemble in a short time.
There are a total of 600 knights. Although seventy or eighty of them have fallen behind, they still have more than 500. The most important thing is that not even one of them is missing.
As long as they can rush out of the enemy formation at a certain horse speed before the opponent's Holy Gun Cavalry reacts, they will not be considered a defeat.
"Fire the arrow!" Arman shouted loudly as he stuffed the last bottle of potion into his mouth.
The sound of bow strings being pulled sounded from behind, made by the lightly armored knights. Hundreds of flying arrows fell from the sky, hitting the war monks who were bowing and holding guns like rain.
"Don't move, raise your spears."
"Look ahead and remember the position!"
"Asshole, hold the gun steady, do you want to be a deserter?"
Eighty meters, fifty meters, thirty meters...
As the ferocious bird-beaked helmets of the order knights got closer and closer, the war monks became more and more silent. Are you afraid of losing the holy wind cover of the Holy Gunslinger?
They have sophisticated armor, sharp spears, more advanced breathing techniques and more proficient extraordinary martial arts.
Compared with them in the civilian period, they already have a firm heart.
When they were in Pavia, they only had commoners but they were never afraid, let alone now?
The howling wind fell before the galloping horses' hooves, and the knights could clearly see the group of farmers. It was also the first time they saw the farmers raising their heads stubbornly under the horses' hooves.
"Leia! Leia! Leia!" Calling the name of the country three times, more than 500 knights of the order took the lead and rushed into the formation of the Black Hat First Legion.
"Holy Lord!" Three rows of spears were densely packed at the order knights, "You pigs who got something for nothing!"
The armor and the spears rubbed together, sputtering out countless sparks The child is twisted into a curved or even spiral shape.
The wooden poles of the spears exploded one after another, and a dozen war monks in the front row were knocked off their feet from the ground, rolling several times in the air before landing.
Wielding halberds and slashing with axes and spears, these knights once again encountered the encounter they faced against Dunjar's phalanx in the Battle of Windmill.
From a bird's-eye view from mid-air, the originally long Galar horizontal formation was instantly bent backwards by the knights.
But it was like a strip of cloth that was about to be punctured, approaching the critical point of breaking.
Exploding sawdust covered the ground, and Arman seemed to be riding the wind and waves in a sea of spears and axes.
The spears, halberds, and axes that came from all around scratched his armor, and messy daggers, stones, and even slimy unknown objects hit him.
But this did not stop him from continuing to charge. After pouring the fourth bottle of potion that exceeded the limit into his mouth, Arman's face turned purple like the mercenary knights.
Similarly, his figure expanded several times, his lance and sword were swung back and forth, and the war monks who rushed up flew backwards.
The roars and the sounds of weapons slicing through armor continued to sound, but Arman was a titled knight after all.
He skillfully and easily avoided all incoming weapons, trying to keep the weapons in non-vital areas. The long sword in his hand danced in a circle, and when he raised his hand and dropped it, his heads fell one by one.
In ten seconds, Arman killed this legion.
The six-column thin formation is simply a side dish for the extraordinary knight.
The Imperial Order Company seemed to be the last straw, tearing apart the tough cloth of the Galar Horizontal Formation and cutting it off from the middle.
From this breach, the remaining knights squeezed out with a roar, the wounds getting bigger and bigger, almost dividing the horizontal formation into two parts.
In the past, Arman would definitely have charged again and completely defeated this 500-man squadron, but he was unable to do so now.
“How many people do we have?”
“There are about 400 people left. Basically all the knights in the retinue have been lost, and our knights under the command have lost about ten people.”
Although Arman was killed, nearly a hundred knights were still blocked in the battle formation. Their charging distance was already short, and they were severely hit on the flanks by the holy guns.
Some of them were not good at horsemanship and could not raise their speed at all. Coupled with the obstruction of these extraordinary armored infantry, they were trapped in the military formation.
While the spears and halberds were interlacing, the holy gunmen got into the horizontal formation.
The Holy Gun is fired occasionally, and you can see a knight holding his waist and abdomen with a face full of pain, or suddenly straightening his back, and then seven or eight spears, three or five axes and halberds are inserted into it. .
The knights were making war cries that were similar to howls, and blood was gurgling out of their wounds. They were covering their wounds, waving their swords with one hand, staggering, and weapons stabbing them from all directions. .
This reminded them of their favorite game - rounding up a civilian, and then using the rule of not turning your back to the knight to speak, call the civilian and stab him until he bleeds to death.
But now, when they were trapped in this circle, they felt the desperate helplessness.
The knights trapped in the formation stared at Arman eagerly, that was their only hope.
Looking back at the knights who were pulled off their horses and trapped on the ground, the adjutant couldn't help but ask: "Do you need to turn back for rescue?"
Arman hesitated, he looked at Duo Mizam, who was trembling on his horse, looked at the still-moving military line in the distance, and finally let out a vented yell.
"Ah——"
Shocked by the shouting, the adjutant asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency?"
"Don't save me, pick up the horse's speed and continue charging!" Al Man looked at the soldier line with only one layer left in front of him and said through gritted teeth.
(End of this chapter)