Chapter 273 Like falling into the abyss!

The field of vision was enveloped by a black shadow. Through the magnification of the telescope, Horn clearly saw more than 100 knights starting to form a triangular array in front of the battle line.

Triangle formation and diamond formation are the most commonly used charging formations by the Imperial Knights.

As long as the first row and the sharpest corner can break through the enemy formation, the extraordinary knights in the back can successfully tear through the formation even if they are just a little bit short.

This is in line with the pattern of the Imperial Knights' charge.

According to Colebour, it was impossible for knights to maintain a complete formation when charging like infantry.

The condition of the warhorse, the condition of the knight, the weapon, weather, training level, breathing method and many other factors will result in the brave knights riding good horses rushing to the front, while the cowardly knights riding inferior horses fall behind and on the wings.

Among the one hundred charging knights, only the knights in the first row at the front can play a charging role, and the knights behind them are likely to have a favorable battle.

The "Khan Potion" that Frisiska and his men drank in the Battle of Long Bridge was to inspire courage and make them forget the danger.

Every advantage has its disadvantages, which also led to the situation where the knights were unable to remain calm and attacked rashly during the charge.

This triangular formation is most in line with the rule of warriors in front and cowards in the back.

While observing these knights, Horn suddenly felt dizzy.

He put down the telescope and turned to the other side, only to see that the lens was blurred by a drop of water.

Looking up, Horn looked at the gray sky: "Is it going to rain?"

"Your Majesty, what did you say?"

"Nothing." Horn handed the telescope to Hakuto and clenched the Blood Cloud in his hand.

The Salvation Army, the lives of the people of Joan of Arc depend on this one move.

All preparations have been made, this is the battle that determines fate.

"Gentlemen, prepare for battle!"

As soon as Horn finished speaking, his brows suddenly frowned and a feeling of discomfort rose from the back of his head.

He raised the telescope and looked at the Joan of Arc army in the distance.

"We are the Lord of all creation in heaven, Hallowed is His name..."

"Your power is in the sky, and your will is in the earth..."

Holy oil was smeared on the foreheads, and a dozen exorcist monks stood behind the knights, and the echoing chanting sound passed through the woods.

The damp wind made the monks' clothes sticky. Their eyes rolled back, their hands trembled forward, and their voices became louder and louder.

The flames representing blessing appeared on the surface of their bodies, waving like tentacles, and then slowly spread forward to the fan-shaped area in front of them.

In the light, it seemed as if there was an invisible horseshoe under the horses' hooves, lifting the knights' bodies by more than an inch.

Unless it encounters water more than 2 meters deep or a pothole more than 5 meters deep, the invisible horseshoe will step over all pits and trenches without hindrance.

Bellard's Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed a whole bottle of Khan potion that smelled of alcohol. Double vision began to appear in his vision, and his body turned visibly red.

With a grim smile, Bellard stretched his arms and raised the lance in his hand.

"Knights, charge!"

The invisible horseshoes hit the ground, as if beating a drum called the earth, causing the nearby gravel to bounce.

The wind carrying a few drops of rain passed through the gaps in the armor, soaked the knights' clothes, and jumped into their scarlet eyes.

This did not calm their inexplicably furious hearts at all.

"Unclean ones, you deserve to die!"

Pulling down their masks, at the command to charge, the knights picked up their lances or swords and started running.

Bushes, streams, mud puddles...

There was no obstacle that could slow down its speed, and in the blurred vision, those hateful short hairs gradually appeared.

Bellard's expression gradually became ferocious.

If he hadn't picked up Juanno's ruler, the previous defeat would have been enough for Prince Condé to kick him out of the Imperial Company.

It’s all the fault of these short-haired guys!

"Charge! Attack!" After Bellard shouted, he crouched down. He was the sharp knife of the triangle and had to be the fastest one.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. The movements of this warhorse were not in the rhythm of an attack.

Not only him, Bellard felt that the speed of all the knights around him slowed down, and the originally neat formation became chaotic.

Some riders even collided with their horses.

"What's going on?" Bellard shouted.

"Master Bellard, look at the horse's hooves."

Looking down at the hooves of the war horses, sticky white silk threads were wrapped around the horses' legs, slowing down their pace.

This is... isn't this the silk of the giant spiders in the wild spider forest? When...

He turned his head suddenly and looked at the bushes they were passing through. Under the leaves swaying in the wind, a few strands of white were floating in the wind.

Berard felt like he was falling into an abyss.

"Spin! Spin to the left!"

Waves of thunderous sounds rang out, and severe pain came from the waist.

Bellard subconsciously tilted his body, and under the pressure of the hard armor, more blood flowed out from the wound on his waist.

Gritting his teeth and covering the wound, Bellard raised his head and saw that nearly ten knights around him had fallen one after another.

"Turn left!" Berard shouted again. No one listened to his order. All the knights lay on their horses, frantically dodging the lead bullets flying past them like locusts.

Their horses' hooves were entangled, unable to move forward or backward, and they were panicking in the center of the battlefield, waiting for support from the infantry.

"Mad, turn left, turn left!"

A faint command sounded amid the gunfire, and Bellard heard a single word: "Charge!"

In front of the first line of defense, Brune, holding the shaft of a pine spear in his hand, stood in the first row of the team as a veteran.

No one would have thought that the cowardly fool had become a brigade commander with a powerful force of ten command companies under his command.

Brune had killed many people, both knights and ordinary night guards.

But when he stood on the battlefield and there was no one in front of him but only the enemy troops like a tidal wave, he still felt fear.

But Brune was the division captain's puppet. He could do nothing but obey orders, or rather, he was the one who obeyed orders the most.

"Second Guards Regiment! All spearmen, charge in groups of two brigades!"

"Keep in formation! Don't overtake me!" Brune stretched out his long legs and felt that his unquestionable shout was like that of another person.

As his big feet trampled the ground, he could clearly see the terrified faces of the knights, night guards, and armored soldiers.

"For victory!" Brune roared first, and the entire array made the same roar.

"For victory!"

His pace gradually quickened, and Brune rushed to a wounded knight entangled in spider silk and thrust out his spear.

"Looking for death!" Bellard reluctantly let go of his hand that was covering his waist and stabbed Brune with his knight's sword.

The shaft of the spear spun in his hand, and with the help of breathing techniques and the charge, the speed of the spear tip exceeded Bellard's imagination.

“Ji-zi…”

"Ah ...

The cold spear tip pierced through the knight's soft armpit, piercing his flesh and internal organs, and then exited from his collarbone.

The spear bent into an arc in an instant, and Bellard almost fainted from the pain, and he completely lost his balance.

"Bang!" A sharp pain came from the waist and back, the gloomy sky tilted to one side, and dark red new blood flowed from the original gunshot wound.

Amid his unbelievable howls, Brune dragged him to the ground with his spear.

When Brune retracted his spear, the blood-stained tip of the spear was still stained with gray-white blood vessels and flesh that were cut by Berard.

"Etc., etc……"

Blood flowed down like a waterfall, his body curled up involuntarily, and the half-conscious Bellard shouted incoherently.

His subconscious foresaw what was about to happen to him.

Jonal quickly stepped forward, kicked off the mask, and thrust the armed sword smoothly through his mouth, which was wide open in pain.

"Wait..." With the armed sword in his mouth, Bellard wanted to speak.

The hand holding the sword twisted it hard, and several broken teeth popped out. Cerebrospinal fluid and messy body fluids flowed into Bellard's throat through the opening.

The spearman drew his arming sword, and blood dripped onto Berard's pale face.

With a stiff neck, Bellard's head fell heavily to the ground.

His wide eyes seemed to say that he never expected to die like this at the hands of a farmer.

"Hah, bah, wait a minute!"

He stepped on Berard's face, pressing his tall nose into his face, and Brune stabbed the infantry in front with his spear again.

On a battle line more than 70 meters wide, hundreds of infantrymen in the first row collapsed at the first blow.

"Third and Fourth Brigade!" the division commander gave the order, "Charge!"

"Form a formation!" Brune pulled out a spear from the corpse, took two steps back, and yelled to the people around him.

The spearmen of the two brigades rushed through the gaps between them, and the two rows of spears were like a dense steel forest, slamming heavily into the chaotic peasant army.

"Die! You running dogs of the nobles!"

"Mom, let me avenge you!"

The evaporating hot blood turned the moisture into the smell of rust, hitting the olfactory nerves of everyone present.

The screams of people before death, the howling of crows, the flying blood, and just stepping on them would be someone's intestines or internal organs.

"Devil, it's the devil!"

"Why are there so many extraordinary people? Holy Father, save me!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"It's the devil, retreat quickly!"

Under wave after wave of attacks from the war monks, after three rounds of replacements, the morale of the more than a thousand soldiers completely collapsed.

The supporting infantry then charged backwards like an avalanche, at a speed even faster than they were advancing.

Or rather, it was not just the infantry. After Berard's death, the knights who lost their leader began to fight on their own.

If you are lucky, you can even retreat with the infantry.

Those who are unlucky will be like starfish left on the shore when the tide recedes, and will be eaten by low-level extraordinary war monks like ants.

The bodies of the knights fell from their horses one after another, like huge trees whose roots were corroded by floods collapsing one after another.

(End of this chapter)