Chapter 534 Derawan’s military camp life (Part 2)
"Oops!"
A stray bullet glanced at a knight's helmet, making a sharp metallic twisting sound.
The knight was so frightened that he immediately arched his body and hid his head behind the horse's neck, but a group of gunmen had already charged forward to kill him.
The halberd caught his chest, and several spears pierced the necks of his horses.
"唏伦LU!"
A waterfall of blood poured down from the wound, and the war horse stood up wailing in pain, kicking away the two spearmen in front of it and then throwing away the knight on its back.
Then it panicked and ran for more than ten steps into the forest before its legs became weak due to blood loss and fell to the ground.
The knight who also fell to the ground jumped up again after a moment of dizziness, holding the knight's sword with trembling hands. He turned to the left and to the right.
"Damn it, I'm a knight, get out of here, peasants!"
The guard spearmen who surrounded him in a half-moon shape seemed not to hear what he said. Seven or eight spears shook up and down and stabbed at him from all directions.
These thrusts may not penetrate the thick breastplate, but they can still penetrate the arm armor.
Generally speaking, if a mortal wants to penetrate iron armor with a spear, it means that he must charge.
But for extraordinary humans who also have breathing skills, all they need to do is stomp out in two steps.
None of these spearmen have more than two levels of breathing skills, but together they are more than enough to deal with three levels of knights.
Soon the unlucky knight was pierced through the thigh, then hit on the head with a flail, and passed out immediately.
The last words he heard before he fainted were:
"Praise the Holy Wind!"
After the last round of holy wind, the remaining thirty knights fled, leaving more than 400 infantrymen behind them to the Salvation Army.
The guards held the spears in their hands and cursed Lacunio and Puccilio angrily in their hearts. Are these peasant rebels?
These soldiers in front of me are obviously the private infantry soldiers of a certain count, just like the domestic servants of Duke Osla.
They were wearing identical clothes and armor. Standing in front of them, they looked like a group of clones.
"Leave the spear level!"
Sharp commands sounded from the black array, and three rows of thick gun arrays pointed at them like hedgehogs. In the gun array, those club soldiers who released thunder and lightning had already walked into the gun array.
In this forest road surrounded by forests, the sound of the horn echoes continuously.
"Don't lose points, we are the guards of Count Marais, stay alert!"
"Hey! The Holy Lord is above!"
The leading armored sergeants waved their weapons, encouraging the soldiers under their command, and were still trying to launch a war cry.
It's a pity that the war cry was only halfway through, when the rain of lead swept across, and there were more than ten or twenty guards in the first row, and thick blood burst out from their chests.
In the waves of holy wind, these armored sergeants and night guards fell down in rows.
They couldn't even see who had pierced the bodies of their teammates in front, only the sound of the whistling wind and the cries of the wounded soldiers crying for their fathers and mothers.
This time, the guards' spearmen didn't even have time to attack in close combat. The soldiers ran away crying.
At this point, the church army of more than 500 people was defeated half an hour after the battle began.
Twenty-odd Kush rangers cheered and began to chase the fleeing soldiers to prevent them from regrouping and completely disperse their formation.
The Guardsmen did not stop to search for the loot. Instead, they jumped over the corpses on the ground and pursued them for one mile according to the regulations before returning.
As for searching for loot, it is the job of the orderlies. "Ugh -" Holding on to the tree beside the road, several new Kush boys vomited loudly, including Dravan, who had put down his bold words before.
These Kush boys were on the battlefield for the first time. They had never seen what the battlefield really looked like.
It turned out that the largest battle they had ever seen was just a small-scale battle between several lords, and the most serious injuries were just broken bones.
In the words of our fathers, the battlefield is glory, the charge on horseback to break the formation, and the cheers and flowers in triumph.
But they never told these teenagers that there were intestines all over the battlefield and only half of the head left. The blood on the ground was mixed with incontinent feces and urine, and the smell was so suffocating.
Delawan even tried not to vomit, but when the old orderlies took him to search for the body, he accidentally wiped his brains on his face and couldn't help vomiting.
While the young orderlies were vomiting so much acid that their water came out, the old orderlies were still laughing happily.
"Do you still like the battlefield?" The old orderly who chatted with Delavan yesterday stood in front of him and asked with a smile.
Dravan coughed, stood up holding on to the tree trunk, and glanced towards the battlefield.
A broken kite-shaped shield, a knight's sword inlaid with amber, the boy soldiers serving as orderlies lowered their heads and searched for usable weapons and high-value trophies among the corpses.
"Why aren't they afraid?" Wiping the dirt at the corner of his mouth, Delawan clearly saw that three Frick Middle School students with civilian backgrounds were also among the children's army searching.
"They adapted earlier than you. While you were practicing riding and swordsmanship at home, they were searching the fields for the corpses of people who died of starvation in the famine." The old orderly put his hands on his hips, "How about you, do you want to take a break? You can follow me. The cart will go back to the supply point and rest for a few days before coming back.”
In this battle, the Salvation Army suffered 21 minor injuries and 3 serious injuries, all of which were spearmen who were injured in close combat with the knights.
The more than seventy dead knights contributed cash and trophies worth more than four hundred gold pounds to the legion. Counting the armor, rings and leather products of the infantry, it was estimated that there were more than two hundred gold pounds.
Currently, more than 30 knights and hundreds of infantry have been captured.
The infantrymen stripped off their armor and weapons and were given a few dinars as travel expenses, while the knights were treated differently and sent back to be imprisoned.
The seriously wounded, trophies, and prisoners of war had to be transported back to the supply point. Fortunately, the round trip was only a day and a half.
Look at those silent boy soldiers, Dravan is also silent.
After almost a minute, he shook his head: "I will continue to follow you."
In the sunset, Dravan said goodbye to the two Kush noble boys and continued to follow the marching legion, but this time he spoke much less.
During the following period, this legion cooperated with the Kush Rangers and the local Juano monks, sometimes encircling, sometimes blocking, and sometimes annihilating.
Even at the most dangerous time, the knights led by the titled knight Lianna were only 2 miles away from Delavan and the others.
But fortunately, the Rangers notified the three nearby legions that their friendly forces were in trouble, and with their swift winds, they successfully rescued and forced back the opponent's 400 elite knights.
Delawan's life in the past two weeks has been constant marching, carrying the wounded, transporting food and grass to supply points, and then searching for corpses and carrying trophies.
At least for him, he no longer feels tired after traveling twenty kilometers a day, and his brain and intestines gradually no longer feel nauseated.
He had almost lost the ability to think and just followed the army numbly.
This kind of life seems to be endless, until the latest order comes from the rangers.
At the command of the legion commander, Dravann once again carried his luggage numbly, but this time when he arrived, he discovered that the camp was unusually large.
"With six legions gathered here, the scale will certainly be huge."
After hearing Delavan's doubts, the old orderly explained to him with a yawn.
"This is the Lape River Camp. The two previous legions withdrew here from the front line. Alas, the little fight is finally over."
(End of chapter)