Chapter 421: Fight!
Footsteps, extremely neat footsteps, accompanied by the sound of the creaking clockwork.
The steel forest was running at a speed they could not understand. Clusters of spears overlapped to form a long wall of weapons. Even the navy blue hills behind could only be seen through a crack.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
The armored sergeant pushed and shoved in the large square of infantry, lashing the backs of the dilly-dallying guards with his whip.
Under the pressure of death, these sergeants have never turned the direction of the soldiers in the rear rows with such high efficiency.
With only thirty or fifty meters left, the legions stopped.
In this position, the distance between the two sides is just one charge of the knight, and people facing each other can even roughly see each other's figure.
The spears were put down, occasionally touching the shoulders of the holy musketeers, and the black musketry tubes were silently pointing at their array.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but many soldiers of the Church Army felt a moment of peace of mind.
"Launch!"
"Praise to the Holy Wind!"
The lead fell like a rain on the backs of the guards, and the sound of the lead hitting the flesh was endless.
Their bodies trembled, blood arrows shot out from the wounds that penetrated the front and back of their bodies, and the lead could even penetrate the body of another guard.
In this short range of thirty to fifty meters, the traces of lead twisting the air are almost visible to the naked eye.
The holy gunmen were mechanically like puppets on a stage. The first row stepped forward to fire, and then left after shooting. Then the second row stepped forward, and the third row stepped forward.
For the church army guards, the first row fell, the second row, the third row, and even the fourth and fifth row.
The scream when launching and the crunch when winding up made people's scalp numb, and the guards who fought with their backs fell in pieces.
They huddled on the ground, covering the wounds that burst out of the cavity, with cold sweat covering their faces, howling in pain and fear.
Even the armored sergeants made heartbreaking cries under the bullet fire.
"I was bitten by a devil, it was a devil."
"Monk, hurry up and suppress the magic. Where is the monk? Where is the monk?"
"The devil defeated the Holy Lord!"
Amidst the continuous explosions, blood dripped down on their clothes, and the apocalyptic blood flow with pale yellow fat fragments flowed past the feet of the guards.
The spiky grass scratched the ankles of the guards. They didn't even have time to be afraid, only confused, extremely confused.
This confusion fell into a strange silence after the continuous gunfire stopped.
Has the devil’s wind finished blowing?
Many guards raised their heads, and then they saw the backs of the Holy Gunslingers as they left both sides of the team, and saw a hundred spears with their spikes flattened like porcupines.
The double-layered spear swayed up and down as the user stepped forward. No one would doubt that it could not pierce his own body.
The shining spear tip trembled, and the hearts of the guards trembled along with it.
It happened that at this moment, a devilish sentence came out from the mouth of the leader of the Superhero Army, Rudillo - "You are so slow, charge step!"
"Boom!"
Three hundred people The spearmen all took a heavy step forward, and the vibrating dust jumped up, weaving an earthy yellow sand curtain in front of the spearmen.
"Galal!"
The infantrymen of the Salvation Army shouted the Pope's surname and charged against the infantry square within a range of twenty meters.
Cracks appeared in the entire infantry phalanx in an instant. They cried and pushed each other, pushing their companions to the ground, stepping over them, and squeezing behind them.
The shaking spear kept poking in the crowded phalanx. An infantry monk used the inertia to plunge the spear into the chest of the guard. The guard shouted "Mom" and covered his head. He fell to the ground on his chest.
Pulling out his spear, blood spurted out. The infantry monk followed the monks in the same brigade. While shaking the gun barrel to deflect the weapon, he pierced the spear point into their throats, chests, backs, Ribs...
As Arman expected, the four large infantry phalanxes that engaged the Galar phalanx all fired a round of close-range shooting, and then coordinated with the charging spearmen to fire a wave of attacks. collapse.
The wounded soldiers lay on the ground wailing, and the deserters and defeated soldiers ran out from the gaps in the formation, leaving their heavy armor on the ground as they walked.
No matter how hard the knights supervising the battle tried to kill, they still couldn't keep up with the fleeing speed of the defeated soldiers.
Lying on his horse, Arman ignored the defeat of the infantry phalanx. On the contrary, Count Coma was jumping up and down anxiously.
The defeat of the Chinese army did not make Arman depressed. On the contrary, his eyes were firmly fixed on the left wing of the Salvation Army.
Because the left wing is close to the King's Road, it is the most convenient road if you want to run.
So Arman sent 400 knights from Hotam County to open a path for the big shots of the Imperial Company.
Among the 400 extraordinary knights at this moment, there are about 200 ordinary extraordinary knights and 200 retinue knights. Because the two wings are walking, they are still eighty or ninety meters apart.
But for Desai, who volunteered to rush to the front row, eighty or ninety meters is a very short distance, and it is not an exaggeration to reach it in an instant.
"Launch!"
A thunderous roar sounded, 120 holy guns roared at the same time, and 120 lead bullets turned into rapidly flying clouds, roaring through the Mercedes-Benz of knights.
The sound of crackling beans was heard, and the horses stood up with their horses neighing. The knights were like small boats in the rain, their bodies swayed from side to side, and they fell off the horses on their backs. Amidst the chilling sound of flesh and blood shattering, the leading dozen knights and their horses fell to the ground like ripped sacks.
Behind them, seven or eight knights were hit by stray bullets. The knights covered their chests or arms and buried their heads deeply in the horse's mane.
As for some of the horses hit by stray bullets, they even recovered from the mania caused by the medicine, allowing their clever IQ to once again occupy the high ground.
After hearing the loud rumbling noise, he roared wildly, threw the knight behind him off, and fled on his own.
The knights blocked by corpses and horses were more than a little slowed down, and at least a dozen knights even secretly left the charging team.
"Hurry, they have finished firing, rush over, rush over."
Enduring the pain of torn shoulder muscles, Desai ignored the thick blood flowing from the armor hole, holding the flag high towards the chaotic Chaos. cried the knights.
“If you don’t charge, you won’t be able to charge if you wait for them to press on you. Charge!”
The knights, who had slowed down their horses by at least 20% compared to the original, continued to charge. .
Their eyes were red, and their faces were ferocious and frightened. The knights were beasts trapped in a trap. If they missed this opportunity, there would be no other opportunities.
"In the name of the Lord, cut off these devils!"
After firing, the holy gunmen put away the holy guns slowly, and removed the guns from the guns at the "turn left/right" command of the division captain. On both sides of the formation, they walked quickly toward the rear.
The first wave of Holy Gunsmen separated, revealing the second wave of Holy Gunsmen. They were still in the shooting posture of kneeling in front and standing behind, but ten clockwork gunners were placed in the front row. .
“Turn left! The row becomes double!”
“Turn left and the row doubles!”
There was a strange shout from the side, and Desai's peripheral vision swept over it, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a big stone.
The first and third rows of holy gunners of the side legion's holy gunners took a step to the left in unison, and the second and fourth rows of holy gunners in unison took a step to the upper left and got stuck. within the gap.
So the firepower on the side doubled.
“Get down on the horse!”
After the fifty-meter shooting, the second wave of thirty-meter shooting fell on the heads of the extraordinary knights again.
In addition to the 80 lead bullets and at least 200 grains of iron sand from the front, there were also at least 50 lead bullets that hit them from the side.
Blood dripped from the armor, and the war horses kicked up, shaking their bodies in fear. This time, at least dozens of knights fell off their horses.
The dark clouds composed of projectiles dissipated, but the thunder of the holy gun made the knights less than 30% of their original speed.
The lead swished past his ears. Even though Desai was prepared, he still couldn't help but feel frightened and even lost consciousness.
It wasn't until the whooshing sound and thunder paused that Desai dared to raise his head blankly and found that he had not charged at all, but had already tightened the reins unconsciously.
The broken heraldic flag twisted and rolled on the ground, the war horse gasped like a broken bellows, and a river of blood slowly flowed out of the body.
Hundreds of spearmen leveled their spears and pointed the tips of their spears at the group of charging knights. They even took steps to charge towards the knights.
“Kill!” Three hundred infantry warriors roared at the same time.
"Run!" I don't know who took the lead. The knights rushed past Desai, crying and running away.
Only a hundred or so knights were left on the battlefield. The rest either shouted that their service period was over or they ran away shamelessly.
Among them, the only ones who really rushed to the enemy's front line were the dozen or so riders around them. The rest were either injured, dead, or escaped.
"We are all at this point. We have to continue charging. Let's turn around and attack the holy guns behind them..." Desai dragged the knight captain who was trying to escape and shouted loudly.
Before he finished speaking, he felt a voice coming from his ear. Unfortunately, his visor's field of vision was too narrow, and he did not notice a halberd hooking from the hood.
Pain and tearing sensations came from his neck. Peiran's huge force almost choked Desailles, but before he could regain consciousness, he felt a spinning weightlessness.
The halberd hooked his neck, and the handle bent into an arc for an instant. Desai flew off the horse and fell heavily to the ground with his feet in the air.
The heavy knight landed with his armor and a cloud of yellow sand and dust.
Seeing that the knight's hands and feet twitched and stopped moving, the infantry monks drew out their armed swords and were about to lift their armor skirts to kill him.
But after taking two steps, they stopped again. A rapid whistle sounded. The expressions of the infantry warriors changed and they immediately returned to their positions.
For this reason, they even retreated from the position they had just established. Although they could not see anything outside their field of vision, they could hear the cheers of the guards and the tremor of the earth.
Needless to say, they all know who this is.
Sure enough, the imperial edict couldn't hold it back any longer, and Victor even felt that they appeared a little early.
To be precise, several legion commanders have been wondering when the lucky person will get this opportunity.
Victor has always had good luck.
"We are lucky." Victor, the legion commander, raised his spear and stood on one side of the first row of soldiers, raising the spear to the same height and position, "Be prepared. ! ”
“Imperial Company, here we come”
(End of this chapter)