Chapter 425 Aunt Catherine, you are so heavy
In the gravel alleyway about seven or eight meters wide, above the broken walls and damaged floor tiles, Salvation Army infantrymen holding long guns moved forward step by step.
Rows and rows of holy cannons were fired, and the guards in the alleyways on the city wall fell down in rows like mowing grass.
Even if the remaining people were not dead, they were directly beaten out of organization. At this time, the most elite cuirassiers rushed up with spears, spears, axes and halberds.
You know, these thousands of mounted infantrymen who came to support are all the most elite Old Guards.
Although they had almost no equestrian skills, they made it all the way from Lacey River to Rapids City by moving together with the cavalry and clinging to the horses' necks.
Thanks to Elad's action of removing the bolts of the city gate, the Salvation Army could easily enter through the gate, and the guards guarding the city gate did not even have time to intercept.
After all, most of the elite guards were transferred to the north gate to intercept civilians. The south gate where Jeanne arrived was simply wider than the goal.
After a burst of lightning, the reinforcements led by Jeanne easily captured the city gate in less than ten minutes.
The black and red flag representing the Salvation Army was raised at the top of the city. The Old Guards lined up in small teams and stabbed the spears in their hands into the necks of the guards guarding the gate.
With blood spurting out of their trachea and their throat bones already broken, these second-rate guards were no match for the Salvation Army.
Even if occasionally there were armored sergeants who could charge in reverse and cause a certain amount of damage to the Salvation Army, they were quickly surrounded and killed by war monks whose organization, toughness and morale far exceeded theirs.
The entrance to the south city gate was full of people fleeing, especially after seeing Jeanne holding the head of the Lingtooth Knight in her hand.
Coming in from the city gate, dozens of five-meter-wide Salvation Army infantry squads began to clear out enemy troops along the streets.
Whenever a knight rushed over and tried to attack them, what they received were three rows of black holes in the muzzle, and the flying lead bullets bounced back and forth between the walls and the mounds of soil.
The knights fell off their horses one after another, but even if they could rush in front of the Salvation Army in time, they would still be greeted by swung halberds and thrusting spears.
In such narrow streets and alleys, the knights could not exert 50% of their original strength, and could only fall one after another under the gunfire of the Salvation Army infantry advancing step by step, and some of them were even alone. Order Knight.
The horse spit blood from its mouth, the broken spear shattered all over the ground, and the lead hit the wall and exploded into clouds of dust.
Civilians with tears in their eyes poked half of their heads out from behind the walls of their homes or from their cellars, staring blankly at the Salvation Army in front of them.
All of them were wearing exactly the same clothes -
A brown and black jacket, split brown long sleeves fastened to the jacket with buttons, and a red ribbon tied around the waist, with lead bullet bags and sobering smelling salts hung on it.
The fabric of the leggings trousers rubbed against each other, and the fresh ankle-length leather boots stepped out neatly. The sound of tidy treading on the ground was like a giant stepping.
The Salvation Army, which is as straight as a line, looks like a huge spiked dump truck charging from the perspective of civilians.
The knight who had been playing the role of a dump truck was the one who was killed by the stray bullets flying around.
More and more cheers sounded, and every time a knight fell, people standing on the roof or opening the attic round window cheered to the Salvation Army.
"Get out of the way!" Listening to more and more cheers from behind the wall and the figures in black surging on the wall, Karl stumbled and climbed to the second floor of the house.
Behind the dancing vines, groups of church troops were retreating from the west city gate, led by half of the Imperial Order Company led by Elad.
Along the way, countless militiamen rushed out, frantically blocking their progress, as if they wanted to avenge the previous massacre in one fell swoop.
"Lord Catherine! Lady Catherine!" Karl waved to Catherine in the sky with tears in his eyes. It was the first time for the bearded man to cry so sadly.
Even if his vision was blurred due to serious injuries, he could clearly see Catherine's current condition.
Her cheeks and eye sockets were sunken, her shiny brown-red hair was withered, and the huge amount of blood loss had made her three layers thinner than before. You must know that although Catherine is thirty-one years old, due to the witch's one hundred and fifty-year lifespan, her physical condition is the same as that of a girl in her twenties.
But now the once supple skin is covered with fine wrinkles and scars. Catherine seems to have aged twenty or thirty years all of a sudden, almost becoming a grandmother.
Listening to Karl's shouts that seemed to come from an endless distance, Catherine reluctantly opened one eye and looked at the city in front of her from the air.
The burning houses, the shattered streets, but between the streets and the houses, the knights were wailing and falling, and the guards were running away howling like ghosts.
Even Elad himself was avoiding the thrown bricks in a panic, heading towards the west city gate regardless.
On the outside of the long vine wall, a little girl covered in lightning was leading hundreds of cavalry to charge back and forth, knocking the infantry knight to pieces.
Not far from the infantry knights, there were hundreds of black-clad soldiers advancing towards them step by step.
Is that reinforcements? Where did the reinforcements come from?
Looking around the entire Rapid City, Catherine's eyes quickly locked on the city head not far away, the sun gear flag with a black background and red edges.
Salvation Army? Yes, it's the Salvation Army. They really arrived in time. The corners of Catherine's mouth curled up. They really arrived!
Rapid City, saved!
The moment this idea arose, except for the blood-sucking vines wrapped around Catherine, all the squirming blood-sucking vines turned from purple-red to withered yellow in almost a second.
The soft vampire vine exuded human-like pus and fell sparsely from the air. Among the broken vines, Catherine's emaciated body slowly fell along with it.
She felt as if she had turned into a feather, falling precariously from the air and falling straight towards the ground.
There were screams of surprise in my ears, as well as the sound of countless people and horses running towards their position.
Falling to death after saving the city does not seem like an elegant way to die.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and Catherine still couldn't open her eyes, but this no longer meant anything to her.
Her mission is accomplished, there is nothing wrong with dying like this.
Letting a witch who saved the city survive would be a huge disaster for the citizens.
Although withered vampire vines were pulling her down, the hard ground was still getting closer, and she could hear the whistling wind.
It’s over.
A smile appeared on Catherine's lips.
Unexpectedly, what greeted her was not the hard ground, but a strong wind rising from the ground.
Then a pair of solid arms stretched out to support her calves and back. Compared to her cold body, these arms that were close to her skin were unexpectedly warm.
Just like the warmth Juanno felt when he picked her up from the cold snow, she couldn't help but curl up like a cat.
Opening a lazy, half-closed eye, Catherine saw a young face in the blurry skylight.
The moist and hot breath of a teenager came to her ears, followed by a sentence that caused her little remaining blood to rush into her brain:
"Someone come and take it. , This aunt is so heavy, my arm seems to be broken...Auntie, please don't move, auntie."
"...Oh, hey, the goat's blood-sucking vine is sucking me today. Blood! Come on a witch doctor, come on a witch doctor!”
(End of this chapter)