Chapter 249 Then there is only one answer
"Change to the car-fort formation."

This was an order from Jeanne.

"The Armored Corps spread out in a semicircle, with the First Guards Corps in the middle, the First and Second Black Hat Corps on the left and right, and the Third Black Hat Corps at the rear."

This is the order that Jeshka dismantled Jeanna's order and sent to each legion.

"The Holy Gunners will board the nearest vehicles, and the rest will form a horizontal formation."

This is the order issued by Guards Corps Commander Das to the captains of each division.

"…The 34th Lance Brigade, change from column to horizontal formation, move to the center to elbow distance."

This was an order once again issued by the captain of the First Lance Division.

"Third Lance Brigade, everyone, march to the right!"

When it came to the mouth of the commander of the 3rd Long Lance Brigade where Brune was, it became this extremely simple little order.

However, the war monks of the 3rd Lance Brigade did not need to follow Horn's orders from a distance. They just had to do what they saw the brigade commander standing at the front of the line do.

The command is like this, the war monks just need to follow orders, but the people who issue orders have to consider many things.

Carrying a spear, Brune took heavy steps, following closely the person in front of him, and walked towards the designated location at the same pace.

In the midst of the busy crowd, Brune saw an idle man in chains in their marching procession.

He is tall but thin. While everyone is busy and preparing for the game, he is smiling.

Brune even felt that his faint smile was directed at him.

Brune frowned, a rare occurrence, and did not look at the stranger.

"Hey who? Why did you fall behind? Which team are you from?"

"Don't push, don't push. I'll get on the carriage first."

"Damn it! I'm still outside, why did you seal the gap?"

"Dududu-"

The noisy commands and whistles gradually disappeared, and in the orderliness and occasional chaos, a simple wall was gradually formed on the outside of the car fort.

Beastmen orderlies, armed with pickaxes and shovels, filled the bottoms of the wagons with earth and locked each armored wagon with hinges.

Bags of sacks filled with dirt were thrown from the carriages and piled in the most dangerous gap between the carriages.

These gaps were filled by spearmen holding spears, and double-layered spears protruded from above the sacks, pointing obliquely to the sky.

The holy gunners stood on the carriage, pointed their clockwork guns through the triangular firing holes on the carriage, and looked toward the swamp in the distance along the crosshairs.

At the junction of the foothills and the plain, they could already see vague black shadows.

The air became quiet, Jonal swallowed his saliva, and his fingers holding the clockwork key trembled slightly.

Since the anti-reverse pawl can only last for one minute, the timing of winding the spring is still an important decision in battle.

In the endless silence, Jeanne stood on horseback, squinting into the distance.

Suddenly, the ears of a beastman moved. He walked to Jeanna and raised his head: "Your Highness, I heard a rustling sound."

"They're coming?"

"should be……"

"They are coming!" Jeanna spread her legs and sat on the saddle, waving the flag, "Get ready to meet the enemy!"

Amid the rumbling sound on the ground, nearly two hundred giant spiders, including seven or eight bull spiders, and nearly a hundred long-haired undead appeared in the field of vision.

They are running towards this side quickly.

"Winding!"

Suddenly, a creaking sound was heard above the position, and the holy musketeers performed the operations step by step according to the actions in the "Holy Scripture".

Although the only command given to the officers of the Holy Gunners was "wind up."

But according to the "War Monk's Codex", they have to complete five actions in sequence: cleaning the barrel, returning the firing rod to its original position, inserting lead bullets, turning the winding key, and pushing the buckle.

"aim!"

Jonal placed the butt of the gun against his shoulder socket and extended the barrel out of the shooting hole. Following the sight, his line of sight extended far out through the hole.

In the sunlight, the long-haired undead roared madly, facing the cold wind, their long hair swaying wildly in the wind.

The giant spider did not give in and made a terrible "hissing" sound, and its eight legs left a dazzling afterimage.

Holding the edge of the carriage bed, Rudilo widened his eyes. He could almost see the outline of the hairy undead's face.

So the distance is about seventy to fifty meters.

"Fire!" Rudilo waved the command sword in his hand.

"Praise the Holy Wind!" Hundreds of Holy Gunners shouted in unison and pulled the trigger.

The monsters that were rushing towards them seemed to be whipped severely, and continuous blood mist rose from left to right almost at the same time.

A dozen jumping spiders fell over on the spot, and green venom mixed with black blood flowed on the soil.

Waves of blood fell like rain.

The broken shells fluttered in the wind, and the hairy undead were still stumbling forward, shaking their arms, which were only left with a layer of skin.

"The first row, take one step to the left, turn back, move forward to the edge of the truck bed, and wind up the spring." "The second row, take two steps forward."

Methodically pulling the holy gun out of the slit, Jonal took a step to the left and stood shoulder to shoulder with the spearman who served as his close guard.

Then he walked back to the edge of the carriage and began to wind the spring again, while the soldier behind him took two steps forward and inserted the holy gun into the shooting hole.

Unlike formation battles, due to the limited size of the cart bed, all the Holy Gunners only have two rows to rotate. During the shooting intervals, they can only rely on the spearmen and the flails carried by the Holy Gunners themselves for close combat.

The thunderous sound of gunfire rang in his ears again. Brune clenched the spear in his hand, and his calves below the knees kept shaking.

I don't know when, cold sweat soaked his back, but he couldn't move.

Brune did smell a faint odor of urine, but he wasn't sure if it was his.

Looking at the people around me, those who had participated in the bloody battle of Joan of Arc naturally did not feel nervous when seeing such a scene.

Only the pure recruits would tremble like Brune, and the smell of urine might come from them.

Run, run faster, Brune stood there numbly, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead and he couldn't move no matter what.

"... stab upward!" The captain of the division in the front row shouted the order, and Brune subconsciously wanted to stab out with his spear, but he immediately realized that he was still in the formation.

If you stab now, you will only pierce the back of the head of the person in front of you.

He couldn't see the activities on the front line. He couldn't see what was going on there or what kind of killing was going on. The dense spears and crowded heads blocked his vision.

He could only smell the blood, hear the screams and battle cries, and see the medics from the rear hurrying to the front, carrying the wounded back to the center of the fort.

"what--"

A new recruit suddenly screamed, dropped the spear in his hand, and ran to the rear amid the desperate roar of the brigade commander.

Brune didn't turn his head, but he saw two military judges running over and pinning him to the ground in a few seconds.

Otherwise, I'll run away too. At most I'll go to Trinity and suffer for a while. Brune doesn't want to die.

He just wants to live, he has no other thoughts. He has no deep hatred, no family or friends. It would be crazy for him to stand here waiting to die.

The tinnitus and stomach cramps occurred simultaneously, and Brune could hardly hear the sounds around him.

Was he frightened? Why didn't he run away?

Was it because of Merikso's threats? Was it because of Jonal's friendship? Was it because of the fear of the instructor's stick? Was it because of the fear of the fate of the Holy Trinity after becoming a deserter?
Brune almost vomited at the thought of dying, but he couldn't move.

until--

"The Third Lance Brigade, get on the wagons and meet the enemy!"

"Third Lance Brigade, everyone, turn column and follow me to the carriage."

Oh no! Brune took a desperate step and followed the man in front of him towards the carriage. He had been following orders for too long without thinking, and his brain was no longer obedient.

Countless chaotic thoughts swirled in his mind. He climbed onto the carriage, picked up his spear, and stretched it out from the edge of the carriage.

Either the enemy kills you, or you kill the enemy.

Inexplicably, the words of His Majesty echoed in Brune's mind, and these words quickly drove away all his wild thoughts, leaving only the words themselves.

"Either the enemy kills you, or you kill the enemy."

"Third Spear Brigade, lower thrust!"

"Kill!" Brune felt as if his soul had left his body, and his body stabbed out the spear on its own.

In front of him were the long-haired undead and jumping spiders that were frantically crashing into the carriage.

When Brune's spirit returned to his body, a jumping spider was hanging on the barrel of his gun.

Frightened, Brune swung his gun subconsciously, and the jumping spider was thrown off the gun barrel, directly knocking over another jumping spider.

"Good job." The brigade commander immediately patted him on the shoulder, "You kid, I knew you were brave and courageous in battle."

Looking at the blood on the gun barrel, Brune was stunned for several seconds before he grinned.

"Don't be distracted, stop that long-haired undead! Holy Gunner, quickly shoot it off the carriage."

"Okay." Jonal pulled the buckle and aimed at the long-haired undead.

When the long-haired undead fell to the ground from the carriage, Colebo's face turned pale.

Standing in the back with Horn, he watched the tall soldier grow stronger and stronger after killing the first jumping spider.

The second one, the third one, soon became the kill king of the crew.

With repeated gunshots and stabbings, the jumping spiders and undead fell one after another.

Finally, when Jeanna waved the battle flag and leaped out on her warhorse, a white light flashed, and the last dozen or so long-haired undead were already seriously injured.

The hinges were unfastened, and groups of spearmen walked out of the fort and began to finish off the monsters that were seriously injured or simply knocked unconscious.

"How is it?" Horn patted Colebour's shoulder. "You have never seen such power before."

"I lost this bet." The livid look on Colebour's face gradually disappeared. He turned around and said to Horn with a wry smile, "You have such powerful infantry entering the empire. Few infantry can defeat you.

If you really have a strong cavalry, then taking Longsand County will not be a problem."

"So..." Horn stood in front of Colebo.

"I am not a person who breaks my promise, so there is only one answer." Coleb half-knelt on the ground, "I will be loyal to you and the Papal State."

(End of this chapter)