Chapter 160: Ran Na comes and kills them all

In less than five minutes, six knights rushed out of the armory, followed by ten night guards who were responsible for cleaning the battlefield.

The night watch guards were trotting with their harpoons in hand, while the extraordinary knights led by Horins were riding at full speed.

The sound of horse hooves lit candles in the houses on both sides, and some windows were opened to look outside.

When they saw that it was the Knight who was charging, they closed the windows again, thinking that it was some short-sighted thief or stupid bandit.

The night wind swirled through Horwin's thick beard. Lying on his horse's back, he could see the group's formation clearly in the moonlight.

"Hornes, something doesn't feel right." A knight shouted at him from behind.

There was indeed something wrong with these thirty infantrymen, and Horns felt the same.

These infantrymen stood side by side at the intersection, with the houses on both sides blocking the road, so Horwins could not attack from both sides.

But the short spears or iron-headed hammers in their hands were too short. They had no good way to deal with the attack, even if they charged sideways or charged head-on.

What surprised him most was that when he increased his horse's speed from a trot to a fast charge, the thirty infantrymen did not lose their composure as he had expected.

They were divided into three rows, with 10 people in the first row half-kneeling on the ground, 10 people in the second row leaning forward in a lunge, and 10 people in the third row standing upright.

Without any prior agreement, they placed the short spears in their hands under their armpits, held the wooden handle with their right hands, and placed their left hands on the junction of the iron horn and the wooden handle.

What was he doing? Was he expecting a short spear like that to stop a charge by six knights?
Maybe he was scared silly?

Das had no time to think about it, as he had already approached these militia soldiers and was about to engage in battle.

The sound of horse hooves was like the rapid beat of a drum, becoming clearer and clearer, faster and faster, fifty yards, forty yards, thirty yards...

"Don't move, no one is allowed to move." Das growled. Even after many battles, some of the Holy Gunners' bodies were still swaying slightly.

Closer and closer, the faces in the moonlight gradually became clearer, until their hideous features were revealed in Das's eyes.

“Praise the Holy Spirit!”

Das roared, as if he could roar away the fear in his heart.

After giving the command to fire the clockwork guns, thirty holy gunners immediately pulled out the clockwork keys on the gun boxes.

In the barrel, the elastic potential energy converted from magic power is converted into the kinetic energy of the gears in less than one millisecond.

The gear collided with the firing rod rack, splashing countless sparks, and the air flow surged in the air pressure balance hole and the gun barrel.

Pushed by the gears, the firing rod screamed as it shot out.

Amid the roar of the friction between the firing rod and the gun barrel, nearly five hundred iron sand and stone bullets the size of a fingernail burst out.

The distance of twenty yards was exactly the peak range of the shotgun's power. The storm of shotgun shells instantly enveloped the six knights.

The sound of popcorn popping continuously filled everyone's ears.

The wall of bullets swept across the six knights. The armor they were so proud of shattered and exploded in the constant impact, and dozens of iron sands penetrated into their flesh and internal organs, stirring them continuously.

The extraordinary bodies that they were so proud of became their most terrible curse.

Iron filings and stones flowed in the blood vessels, and some even penetrated into the lungs, liver, gallbladder, and kidneys, and some even went directly into the heart and even the spine.

The horse was also neighing, and almost in an instant, a dozen tiny blood holes appeared on its body.

Two of the six knights died instantly, and the other four fell to the ground seriously injured, wailing under the weight of their badly injured horses.

The previous thunder seemed to still be in my ears, drowning out all the sounds of wind and voices.

The soldiers' families who secretly watched from the windows could hardly believe their eyes.

Six extraordinary knights! Those are six extraordinary knights!
Just, just die like that?
Damn it, Shorthair actually has a staff that can shoot lightning!
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, pull the suspension bridge!" The captain of the armed peasant soldiers who stayed behind was so anxious that he stuttered.

The soldier at the suspension bridge was a little hesitant: "Our people and relatives are still outside. I think they are quite far away. Why don't we let our people come back first?"

"Fuck you! Pull up the drawbridge!" Kicking away the soldier next to the drawbridge, the captain of the armed peasant guards personally turned the winch and began to pull up the drawbridge.

The rusty metal began to rub against each other, and the dust and shit pressed on the suspension bridge rolled into the water, and another sound of horse hooves was heard.

"Is that you, sir knight?" The armed peasants shouted to the night guard on the watchtower, and the captain slowed down his movements.

The guard's expression suddenly changed, and he waved his hand at the militia captain with great force: "It's the cavalry, their cavalry, coming towards us."

Horse hooves passed over a knight's head. He could clearly see the nails and hay on the horseshoes. Dozens of horse hooves passed over his forehead.

He turned his head and saw forty cavalrymen brandishing swords or maces, galloping on the road leading to the armory.

At the front of the cavalry, a battle flag with a golden holy grail on it was shining with golden light. "Charge!" Jeanne shouted, holding up the battle flag in her hand.

The battle flag was immediately wrapped into the shape of a spear head, and the hair of the horse under her stood up.

With their lances in front, the night watch guards who followed the knights into battle rolled to the side of the road without the slightest hesitation, and expressed their irreconcilable spirit with the short-haired thieves through their angry glares hidden behind the wells in the houses.

They reached the suspension bridge, which was about sixty yards away, and at the current horse speed, it would take about six or seven seconds.

They were almost there. Jeanne could see the armory becoming increasingly clear, and the drawbridge slowly rising.

Even the scattered grass leaves and rolling gravel on the suspension bridge can be seen clearly.

The suspension bridge is like an old man getting up, every inch of his body creaking as he struggles to get up from the bed.

Turning the capstan, the militia captain had used up all his strength, his face flushed red, his expression twisted with fear as if he was smiling.

"Everyone, pull hard! Pull together!"

With the rotation of the winch and under the hopeful gaze of everyone, the suspension bridge was pulled up inch by inch. Finally, before Jeanna and the others arrived, it reached an angle of about 30 degrees.

Looking at Jeanne who had completely disappeared behind the suspension bridge deck, the militia captain breathed a sigh of relief. He took a step back, handed the capstan to someone else, and leaned against the wall, breathing loudly.

Then he heard the neighing of horses, a sound he would never forget in his life.

"Xilulu——"

The moon shone behind Jeanne. The warhorse she was riding leaped high into the air with all four legs in the air. The golden lance appeared in their sight again.

Her face was cold and grim, like a flying Valkyrie in Norn mythology.

The horse's hooves landed on the suspension bridge, raising a cloud of dust.

"charge!"

The thirty-degree angle made it convenient for Jeanna to charge, and in just a few seconds, the tip of the gun was dyed red with blood.

The drawbridge of the armory slowly dropped down, and Jeanna's figure appeared in front of everyone. She stood on her horse with a spear in hand, and blood flowed like a river behind her.

The entire armory then opened its doors nakedly to forty horsemen, thirty holy musketeers, and tens of thousands of vengeful refugees.

…………

Under the light of the torches, the moonlight turned red.

Along the road to the armory, tens of thousands of refugees lined up in a long queue, holding torches and marching along the road, like a winding fire dragon.

On the side of the road, the Black Hat Army and the Guards carried out bundles of spears, placed them across the road, and distributed them to the refugees according to their height and weight.

Every time a refugee came, a spear joined the team. In the end, the spears almost formed a moving forest.

Although 900 sets of old breastplates and chain mail were a little rusty and dirty, they could still reflect the vague firelight and fell into the hands of the refugees along with swords, spears, shields and breastplates.

Most of these close combat weapons were distributed to the more ferocious refugees.

"Well done." Horn picked up a handkerchief and wiped the enemy's blood off Jeanna's white face.

Jeanna was a little disappointed: "3000 spears, 900 sets of old breastplates, and a few hundred swords and shields. Is this what three generations of the Duke of Kush have accumulated? That's it?"

"I basically expected it." Horn had thought of it a long time ago. Given Darnay's situation, how could he not sell some arms? "But even if it's just these, it's much better than before."

Today, the Guards and the Black Hats have each expanded to a thousand people from the new camp.

As for the remaining people, Horn grouped them according to region, village and kinship, with ten people in a brigade. They elected their own brigade leaders and swore not to betray each other.

In this way, the total strength of the refugee army and Horn's own new and old camps reached about 12000 people.

Including the equipment Horn originally brought with him, there are nearly 5000 people with weapons, among which the old battalion of 1000 people has sufficient training and combat effectiveness.

For the convenience of command, Horn also gave the entire 12000 people a new name.

"What's your name?" Jeanne asked curiously.

Horn pointed to the flag in the distance. The black and red flag fluttered in the firelight. In the center of the flag was an embroidered cross that looked like a pitchfork.

"The Salvation Army."

Horn pointed at the flag, but his eyes were looking towards Fort Jeanne d'Arc, which was also lit up.

At 1444:11 on November 10, 23 in the Imperial Calendar, the Salvation Army was one mile away from Fort Jeanne d'Arc.

(End of this chapter)