Chapter 538 Battle of Lape River (Part 2)
Standing on the mound, Delavan's drooping hands gradually tightened his clothes.
The ranks of the church troops rushing down the hillside were not uniform, but every ten or twenty steps a ball of light would fly up and land in the formation.
As the most elite force, the domestic servants walked at the end, with the knights holding the battle on both sides.
The ones walking at the forefront were the conscripted guards and armored sergeants.
Their faces were so red and purple, their eyes were bloodshot, and the white steam exhaled from their mouths even had a hint of blood.
Of course, Dravan couldn't see these. All he saw was the unusually fast speed of the charging guards.
He crossed a distance of three to four hundred meters almost in the blink of an eye, holding the weapon in his hand and heading towards the river beach.
The whistling sound sounded again, still from the clock bullets, but this time there were monks in the enemy array, and they quickly dispersed the interference with blessings.
Only a dozen or twenty people who were not in good physical condition had their nerves damaged and fell to the ground on the spot.
"Delawan, are you watching the fair? Come and push the ballista!" The old orderly roared angrily, bringing Delavan back to reality.
"Coming."
The orderlies struggled to push the ballista, and under the command of the sweaty astrologer, they changed the direction little by little.
Flames began to gather on the staff, and a huge fireball gathered on the ballista.
Affected by the cold air, the fireball was obviously smaller than in summer, but Dravan, who was holding the ballista on his shoulders, still had his hair on his forehead singed.
The war cry of the church army in the distance reached his ears. When he entered the 120-meter line, the astrologer knocked the hammer hard.
Dozens of rays of light pierced the sky, thick smoke, gravel and mud splashed everywhere, and the flames engulfed all the hundreds of guards in the front row.
In the thick smoke, the firemen screamed and ran towards both sides of the road, rolling in the snow, and then fainted in the snow with respiratory failure.
Some of the guards in the back row had already begun to escape, but they were all stabbed in the chest by the great swordsman and the servants of the country.
Count Lienna said with a dark face: "You are not allowed to retreat, you are not allowed to retreat even one step. They can't fire continuously, so rush over now!"
With hundreds of cavalry hovering on both wings, Leinner continued to stop and kill the escaping soldiers in the back row. Three to five hundred people continued to escape one after another, and he couldn't stop them no matter what.
"The enemy infantry array, spread out one step to the left and shoot backwards!"
The command and whistle of the division captains sounded at the same time, which meant that the enemy had entered the shooting range within 100 meters.
When one-third of the church army array entered the 100-meter line, the army commanders waved the flags in their hands.
"Praise the Holy Wind!"
The charging formation instantly had interlaced depressions, and bursts of blood shot out from the holes in the armor.
The broken iron rings were scattered all over the ground, unable to even roll in the ice-like mud.
When the shield-wielding infantrymen lowered their heads, they could only see light-transmitting holes in the sturdy leather-iron spiked round shields.
At the same time, the second wave of fireballs and clock bombs fell from the sky again and began to attack the army blocked by the front army.
The servants of the country, who had high hopes from Lianna, did not perform well. Under a series of fireballs and lead bullets, they even retreated slowly.
Lead bullets, flames, the howl of the banshee, the roaring Holy Gun Cavalry, the speeding lightning...
Under heavy pressure, these infantrymen were already on the verge of collapse within three minutes of charging into position.
Leinner knew that this battle was bound to be lost, but he didn't expect to lose so miserably.
"Let's go and provide support."
This is a lie, Lianna added in his mind, what he wanted to do now was not to support, but to perform.
He has figured out clearly that one hundred and fifty meters is the limit of the devil's wind.
As long as he charges outside this limit, he can show his attitude of fighting to the death without taking risks.
What is this if not a genius tactician?
Lienna complacently slowed down his horse at a distance of 200 meters and prepared to turn back and escape.
"Buzz——"
What is this sound?
A ball of sparks exploded from Lianna's neck, which were the sparks splashed out when the lead and the neck armor rubbed.
The pain in his throat was like an insect gnawing at him, making him open his mouth wide, but he couldn't scream.
The two broken throat bones and blood flowed out along the holes in the neck armor.
"Ah - hiccup -"
Reiner was shocked and angry and covered his neck with his iron-gloved hands, but was unable to stop the loss of life at all. He could only rely on the ninth-level breathing method to barely survive. Unfortunately, he was temporarily distracted and could not control the war horse, and the war horse just carried him into the shooting range of the holy gun.
A Church Army soldier, who was clutching his heart in pain, was kneeling on the roadside and gasping for air. At this moment, he suddenly stood up and yelled viciously:
"The knight holding his neck is Count Lienna of Marais!"
Several Church Army soldiers nearby also shouted: "The knight holding his neck is Lianna!"
At least dozens of holy muskets were immediately aimed at the earl, and the knights who followed him heard a series of crisp clanging sounds before they even had time to rescue him.
Seven or eight bloody arrows shot out from Count Lianna's body, and he curled up in pain.
Staring at the soldiers hatefully, Lianna gritted his teeth and used a free hand to hold the reins, still wanting to escape.
But a dozen or so spiral gun skirmishers ran out of the forest in long strides, all aiming at his head.
Fifteen lead bullets roared out, grazing the saddle, scabbard, battle flag, and heraldic shield. They penetrated into Lianna's internal organs and limbs, and knocked off his fingers and half of his ears.
Only one accurately penetrated the helmet and penetrated his head.
But that's enough.
The exploded brains and blood flowed down the helmet, and the count's stiff body sat on the horse and began to charge.
After being hit a few more times, he fell from the horse.
This titled knight with strong personal strength only launched a charge after his death, and then fell to the mud inexplicably.
With Count Leinner being headshot by the spiral gun, this small-scale battle came to an end.
After Count Lienna's death, most of the knights began to flee.
After the effects of the medicine wore off, the soldiers who had not died suddenly either fell to the ground in a state of ruin, waiting for first aid, or they ran away desperately and returned to the camp to collect their belongings.
Behind the hill, there were chasing rangers and fleeing church soldiers everywhere.
Some of the Guards monks were even at a loss. Compared with the arduous battles of their predecessors, their battle was much easier.
However, when the Kush Rangers returned with the prisoners of war, they still burst into deafening cheers.
"Holy Father bless us, we are victorious."
"The power of the Holy Lord spreads across the sky, and the Holy Sun will always be healthy."
"Win! Win!" Standing on the mound, even though they were far away, it didn't stop Delawan from raising his hands in the air to celebrate together.
The old orderly touched the ballista with a grimace and replied perfunctorily: "Okay, I understand..."
"We won, we won!" Although he didn't know how he won, it didn't stop Delavan from being excited.
"On the battlefield, never let down your guard at any time." Pulling Delawan by the collar, the old orderly said sternly, "Get ready, let's take the ballista-"
A splash of hot blood shot onto Dravan's cheek.
He blinked and looked at the old orderly blankly, not even responding yet.
There was an arrow stuck in the old orderly's forehead, and the tail of the arrow was even trembling slightly.
I don’t know which knight made a desperate shot before dying and actually flew such a long distance.
"Hey, old captain? Old captain!"
Delawan stepped forward and helped the old orderly who fell down, but when he lowered his head to ask, he only saw a pair of cloudy and dull eyes.
"Hey, hey! Old captain..."
After finding the military judge with the old orderly's identity card, Drawan pointed to the old orderly's body on the cart behind him with a complicated expression.
The medics and military judges came forward to confirm, leaving him standing alone in the crowd.
The sun dyed the white snow into blood, and the war monks shouted victory under the setting sun. Dravan was sad and happy at the same time.
Perhaps this is what the old orderly said, that for a commander, everything is certain, but for a man in war, everything is random.
Taking a deep breath, he took out a small notebook from his arms and wrote down the last lesson taught to him by the old orderly——
The prudent man never takes off his helmet.
Closing the small notebook, he took a handful of snow and wiped it on his face, wiped away his tears, and ran towards the celebrating crowd.
"We won! We won! We won!"
(End of chapter)