Chapter 423 Already...it doesn't matter
Charge, only charge.
This is the only thought in Arman's mind.
Without the help of infantry, they have lost this battle.
But the thinness of Fang Jalal's horizontal formation was destined to be unable to prevent the knights from escaping.
If you continue to charge, you can escape. Lying on the horse, the heraldic flag of three roses is stirring on the flagpole.
After the first line of battle formation composed of the Black Hat First Legion is the second line of battle formation, which is the battle formation composed of the fifth and sixth Black Hat Legion.
"Son of the witch!" During the charge, the adjutant beside him yelled, "I wonder why this war horse can't run fast? Your Excellency, look at the horse's legs."
Arman lowered his head When he turned his head, he saw layers of white sticky spider silk hanging on the horses' legs and hooves. The more the horses ran, the tighter the spider silk was, so naturally they couldn't move faster.
He suddenly realized that when he was rushing to kill the soldiers in Galar's horizontal formation, the sticky unknown objects they threw were spider silk bombs.
But Arman and the others did not have time to dismount and clear away the cobwebs.
They entered the terrifying eighty-meter range, which is within the range of the holy gun.
But Arman no longer had a knight to block the bullet for them. This time, it was their turn to face the terrible lead.
“Praise the holy wind!”
With the swing of Jourdan’s feather spear, the strong wind whipped up by the clockwork key will stir up the originally calm air again.
In front of and to the side, wave after wave, three consecutive waves of lead mixed with iron sand hit the knights from all directions.
The knights around them were charging well and suddenly fell down. Even if they were lying on the back of their horses, they still had to pay attention to controlling the horses to take off in time, otherwise they would hit their teammates.
When Arman once again entered the second line of the Salvation Army, there were only knights in their early 300s left.
He is still a charging knight, still an infantry monk flying high.
But what was different from the previous one was that this time there were an unusually large number of knights who fell off their horses. Under the swing of spears and axes, there were numerous wounds on the horses, and a knight was pulled off at every turn.
The holy gunners were still reloading, but the urgency of time could be heard from the sound of the gears turning.
Perhaps due to various previous factors, it was extremely difficult for Arman to rush out this time, and even his calf was hit with a lead.
Thick blood flowed all the way down his calf to the ground, but under the influence of the medicine, he didn't feel much pain.
Struggled to break through the second line of the Salvation Army, the number of knights who followed Arman to the third line of battlefield was obviously much thinner.
Pantling, Arman shook his head to suppress the dizziness caused by the medicine: "How many people are left?"
"More than two hundred people, Your Excellency, there are only sixty-seven knights of the Order left!"
"Mader, Mader!" Arman was mentally prepared, but he still did not expect that the casualties would be so large. .
When we broke through the first horizontal formation, we only lost eighty or ninety.
It should be that the layers of containment, spider silk and devil's wind made their horses unable to pick up speed, which led to such serious consequences.
Previously on the battlefield of the kingdom, when he led 600 cavalry to attack the thick fifty-row square, he only lost more than 200 people and a dozen order knights.
This horizontal array was thin with six columns. They penetrated twelve columns in total, which was less than half of the large square array, so it was unexpectedly damaged so much.
Although Mizam's practice was not very good this time, his judgment on the Salvation Army was extremely accurate.
"Continue to rush out." With the hope of escape right in front of him, Mizam's originally depressed aura improved a lot. He gritted his teeth and glanced at the sun gear flag, "I'll report it to the Pope. Let the Pope launch the Xizi Army!”
Now that the casualties of the Imperial Company, coupled with Prince Condai’s face, his first-hand understanding of the situation of the Salvation Army and his clever writing, the Xizi Army is certain.
At the same time, Arman was also looking at the sun gear flag. He memorized this pattern deeply, raised the flag in his hand and pointed forward: "Everyone, follow me... the Holy Father's ass! That What is it?”
All the knights turned their attention to the last line of troops.
What is that?
The black smoke was blown away by the wind, as if the curtain had been lifted, and dozens of fireball ballistas were standing quietly.
There is a wizard standing behind each fireball crossbow, and the hot fireball has already condensed on the top of the staff.
They took the time to hold their breath and concentrate, just waiting for the last moment.
"Holy Father, you must be kidding me!" Arman shouted in a broken voice.
The hammer hit, the mechanism and gears rotated, the bowstring flicked, and the red dragon's breath fireball condensed with fire rushed towards the more than 200 knights instantly.
The tail flame of the fireball traced a dazzling trajectory in the air. Just now, only the light of the fire could be seen, but now it has rushed in front of the door.
The distance is only fifty meters, and the fireball crossbow is so fast that Arman cannot dodge it.
"Your Excellency Arman!" Several personal guards ordered the knights to jump up, and the horses under them made a crisp sound like their spines were breaking.
Arman subconsciously raised his hand to stop him, but was pushed off the horse by his men and Huolang, and even his helmet was thrown away.
All fifteen red dragon's breath fireballs in stock exploded. The charging knights were engulfed in flames and black smoke, screamed and fell to the ground covered in fire.
The exploding fire dragon swept through the air, and dozens of knights burned on the spot.
Mizam was even less alert than Arman. He was hit in the back of the head by a fireball. He was in a coma due to lack of oxygen, and then his entire head was engulfed in flames. The horse under him has not yet discovered that its master is dead, and is still running on the battlefield carrying the flaming skull head.
The knight in the flames was cut into several pieces by the fire wave. Seeing this, the purple-faced mercenary knights could no longer bear it and were the first to shout: "Arman is dead, Arman is dead!"< br>
“Nonsense, Knight Lingya is not dead!” Several guards immediately stood up to refute the rumor.
Their refutations were useless, because at this moment Arman's horse, covered in fire, roared in pain, rolling and running in the center of the battlefield, trying to use the wind to extinguish the terrible flames.
The knights who were still trying to attack and fight on the outside lost all fighting spirit the moment they saw the burning horses.
Even the invincible Arman has fallen, so what’s the point of continuing to fight?
When the morale of the church army collapsed, to make matters worse, the holy gunmen of the two legions of the third line of the Guards gathered together and fired.
The flying plumes slid under the sky, and the knights, slowed down by the flames and spears, axes and halberds, crouched on their horses in panic.
The swish of lead hit each other and shot into the flesh. The smell of burning and steaming blood filled the nasal cavity.
The crows descended from the sky and couldn't wait to have a feast to enjoy the heated blood food.
The knights who had barely maintained their formation immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.
Only those Knights of the Order were still insisting on attacking the flanks in an attempt to escape, but what greeted them was a dazzling burst of thunder.
"Woooooh——"
"Charge!" The charge horn sounded again, but this time it was the Salvation Army.
The Salvation Army infantry monks, who walked neatly and leveled their spears, began a consistent charge.
Pushing away the bodyguard whose back was scorched by the flames, Arman struggled to get up. His palms were scorched by the flames and his calves were pierced by lead.
On the battlefield where the knight and the lead were flying, the footsteps of the black hats turning around and trying to attack from behind were heard again.
The ground and shrubs were burned black, and in the gray light and shadow, there were floating flames and dead branches dyed with flames everywhere.
Like hell.
The dried blood on his face cracked, and Arman laughed silently. His knights did not fight any cavalry, and were just pushed to the ground by the wizards and infantry.
He was confident that if Prince Condai was in his position, he would still lose if he should.
The only difference is probably that Prince Kong Dai was able to use his super extraordinary force to kill out with dozens of personal guards.
The Dunjar Phalanx has already sounded the alarm, but the proud and arrogant knights are still indulging in their past glory.
"Boom——"
A blazing white light rose from not far away, and a knight like a Valkyrie walked slowly with electric snakes wrapped around his body.
After getting rid of the fighting local knights, Jeanne finally arrived on the battlefield in time and stood in front of Arman.
She wore a breastplate wrapped in white cloth and a gilt cross frame, and the neck guard was propped up on her chin, making it impossible for her to lower her head and could only look diagonally downward at Arman.
"Arman, you have committed a devilish crime, and the Holy Father has sentenced you to death. Do you want to be executed?!"
The electric snake struck the head of the guard who was not wearing a helmet, and killed him. The knight who was attacking with the sword stood up instantly and fell to the ground stiffly.
"Don't move around, go back." After scolding the guards, Arman walked slowly towards Jeanne.
The holy gun cavalry nearby immediately took out their holy guns and pointed them at Arman.
"No, let him come over."
Arman limped forward, with the most charming smile in his life appearing on his handsome face.
"Witch, witch, the most beautiful rose is covered with the most poisonous thorns." Arman stopped in front of Carrot's horse head and looked at the girl knight in front of him.
“Glib tongue!” Jeanne snorted, lightning struck, drawing black cracks on the wooden pole, she raised her flag gun and pointed it at Arman.
“Beautiful lady, maybe you don’t believe it, but the first time I saw you, I felt that I hate witches. Maybe it’s unnecessary. I will definitely fall in love with you.”
"No need." A trace of tenderness flashed in Jeanna's eyes, "Whether I am a witch or not, I already have... You knight, you are so rude!"
Arman was stunned for a moment, then said softly Laughing: "Then I must meet him and add a witch's name to my roster. This is my lifelong wish."
"Half-hearted and dirty!" Jeanne scolded dissatisfiedly. One sentence.
With Jeanne's flag gun pressed against her throat, blood flowing down the tip of the gun to her collarbone, Arman stopped smiling, raised his head and asked without sadness: "So, the era of glory has come to an end? "?"
"Your glory is fake." With two deep dark circles, Jeanne's eyes were filled with the luster of electric snakes, "The era of knights is over."
When the black smoke cleared, the guards fled over the mountains and plains, while the knights jumped into the water in panic, pursued by the hussars.
A gear sun flag wanders around the battlefield, and wherever it goes, there are loud cheers.
"Maybe, anyway, it doesn't matter anymore." Closing his eyes, Arman took a step forward with relief.
(End of this chapter)