Chapter 264 They are still moving forward
I had thought I could use the squire knights to defeat these peasant rebels to delay time, but I didn't expect that the squire knights were defeated by the peasant rebels to delay time.

Fortunately, the charge and retreat of the squire knights bought Enrico some time, and the infantry in chaos finally formed a phalanx.

According to the traditional method of suppressing rebellions, peasant soldiers usually go forward to delay the enemy and hold the front line by resisting the enemy.

The squire knights kept charging back and forth to break up the enemy's formation, and finally the extraordinary knight broke into the enemy formation and put the final nail in the coffin.

But now that the squire knights were defeated, the extraordinary knights clearly felt that the proportion of extraordinary people among those spearmen was not low.

"My Lord Earl, now that the peasant soldiers have formed a battle formation, we should attack immediately and defeat them before they can organize their formation." Bernardo once again put forward his opinion.

But Count Enrico hesitated again, as he recalled the experience of his knights.

If it were him, would he dare to charge directly into the enemy camp?

Under the burning gazes of the other knights, Enrico raised his head and said, "Where are the knights fighting for the peasants? Let the peasants go forward and hold the enemy, and we will charge from the side!"

In Victor's vision, these ridiculous armed peasant armies gradually appeared among the hills.

They were armed with various pitchforks, iron axes and simple wooden shields, and wore tattered armor.

Victor even saw that among the legs moving back and forth, countless people were barefoot.

He seemed to see his former self, but the expression on his face was not numbness and fear, but anger and excitement.

The armed peasant leaders were the forest rangers from various estates, who stood at the end in a loose formation.

The forest rangers held longbows in their hands, and at the command of the Extraordinary Knights, began to shoot waves of arrows at the Saviors.

Longbowmen were undoubtedly a technical branch of the army that needed training, and they were only a temporary force assembled from various manors.

This level of arrow rain is just right for dealing with bandits and rebels, but it is not enough for the Savior Army.

"Be careful to avoid!"

At Victor's command, the soldiers lowered their heads, and the sparse rain of arrows hit their breastplates and helmets with a thumping sound.

The bows they used were relatively soft and failed to penetrate the Saviors' breastplates, but only made bloody holes in their thighs and arms.

The dozen or so Saviors who were injured and unable to move did not scream in fear. Instead, they gritted their teeth and retreated to the rear through the gaps in the team.

The orderly soldiers accompanying the army and the medical soldiers in the rear quickly stepped forward and helped them move towards the field hospital in the rear.

They are still moving forward!

The dark formation continued to move forward amid the intermittent rain of arrows, with almost no decrease in speed, and finally reached a distance of about 60 meters.

"Attack, kill." Raising the knight's sword in his hand, Count Enrico shouted angrily.

But what greeted him was not the excited response of the peasant soldiers, but the thunderous sound of one voice.

It was as if a long wall of lead bullets passed through the formation of the peasant soldiers, and a few even landed on the legs of the knights' horses behind them.

Hearing the sounds of people and horses falling around him, Count Enrico was not hit by a stray bullet until he was pinned down by the other knights who were traveling with him.

"What's going on? What's going on?" In a hurry, his helmet fell to the ground. Count Enrico raised his head with disheveled hair and looked at everything in front of him blankly.

In front of him were the armed peasants rolling on the ground in pain, their blood all over the ground.

The hard lead bullets pierced through their soft bodies, turning their internal organs, bones, flesh and blood into a paste.

Some of the peasant soldiers who were only scratched on the cheek were so frightened that they pushed down everyone around them and staggered to the back.

"Raise your shield, raise your shield, raise your shield!"

"Shield wall tactics!"

The rangers roared loudly. In their general understanding, the best way to protect against flying objects is the shield wall tactic.

Under the pressure of death, these peasant soldiers actually formed a continuous shield wall with unimaginable efficiency.

The first row squatted and raised their shields, the second row stood up and raised their shields, and the third row placed round shields on their foreheads from behind.

But today they miscalculated. The simple wooden shields were no match for the rapidly approaching lead bullets. Instead, the dense formation made the lead bullets more effective.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

Under the hand of the great Holy Father, the sacred gears creaked, and endless holy wind poured in from the vents, turning into a thunderous roar. Another long wall of lead bullets passed through the array, and this time, at least nearly a hundred people fell.

The shield wall that even the strong barbarians had difficulty breaking through collapsed after a round of volleys of gunfire.

"Devil, it's the devil!"

"It's a stick that spits out lightning!"

"Quack, it's a short-haired lightning rod, everyone retreat quickly."

The failure of the squire knights resulted in over 10% casualties in an instant, shrill screams, the stench of internal organs, and a blood mist that dyed the view red.

The peasant soldiers were all crazy. They no longer cared about the support of the extraordinary knights behind them and fled frantically.

The extraordinary knights were caught off guard and were immediately divided into seven or eight teams of about ten people.

"Cowards, despicable cowards, you damned peasants, get back to the battlefield."

No matter how hard Enrico whipped his horsewhip, he could not stop the crowd from rushing to the rear.

There were only a dozen knights around him, and the whole mountain was filled with fleeing armed peasants.

Count Enrico, the coach, stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do at this critical moment.

This is completely different from the arena and the southern battlefield.

“My Lord.” Holding up his crooked hat and helmet, Bernardo walked against the flow of people for a long time before squeezing next to Enrico. “Gather everyone together quickly, otherwise we will be…”

"Bang, bang, bang!" The familiar sound of gunfire rang out again, and at the same time, the neighing of war horses falling over was heard.

The Black Hat Army's Fourth Legion, marching at high speed, has already rushed to the front.

In this narrow terrain, seven or eight extraordinary knights were surrounded by deserters and could only watch as the Saviors raised their holy guns and fired lead bullets.

"Do not--"

Before Enrico's screams stopped, he saw a white light coming from the corner of his eye.

On the other side, Jeanne, like a Valkyrie, waved a battle flag and rode lightning through the extraordinary knights.

Four or five extraordinary knights fell from their horses, and the other cuirassiers behind Jeanne took out their cavalry guns and began shooting.

In a short period of time, nearly twenty knights had been defeated, and at least thirty extraordinary knights had secretly disappeared among the deserters.

For the first time, Count Enrico felt what it meant to be defeated completely.

The front army was squeezed, and the rear army was squeezed by the Second Army of the Guards and the Sixth Army of the Black Caps, which had bypassed the hillside.

The infantry could only run up the hillside, but the knights' climbing the hillside slowed down their speed and made them targets. Standing in the crowd made them even more of a target for the rapidly approaching Saviors.

Damn, why did they start a war in this area? Are the squire knights all idiots?

"It's okay, it's okay." Count Enrico held the sword tightly and comforted himself, "These deserters will leave this area sooner or later. We can still gather and charge. We have a chance."

"My Lord, we really should go." Bernardo pulled the reins of Count Enrico's warhorse. "Didn't you hear the thunder coming from behind? They have the help of the devil!"

"No, I won't leave. This is the honor of a knight and a noble."

"Sir, you have to think about it. To die in their hands means to die in the hands of civilians." Bernardo slowly revealed the truth that had never been seen in the arena. "They will not accept the ransom of the family. Duke Darnay is an example."

Enrico's body stiffened for a moment, he swallowed, and the timidity hidden by the so-called family honor and noble status surged into his heart.

"Let's go!"

As Enrico's banner fell back, the situation completely collapsed.

The Black Hat First Legion took a step forward, raised their spears, and began to clean up the battlefield.

As for the rest of the legions——

They are still moving forward!

(End of this chapter)