Chapter 274 You come and I go
Faced with the Jeanne d'Arc army retreating like a tide, the war monks did not pursue them.

After the horn sounded in the rear, the war monks quickly stopped and retreated back to their previous defense line.

The wounded war monks were transported to the rear for treatment, and the war monks in the back rows who had not previously participated in the battle were rotated to the front.

The most severely damaged Black Hat Second Army was transferred to the rear and replaced by the Black Hat Sixth Army.

In the smoke from cooking, the war monks who had marched for a whole morning and fought for half an hour were finally able to sit down and have a sip of hot soup.

As for the Holy Gunners, after drinking the sleeping porridge containing the potion, they fell into a deep sleep in the makeshift straw hut.

They need to use this method to quickly recover their holy power so that they can return to the battlefield as soon as possible.

Walking on the muddy ground, the sky became increasingly darker, and the heavy dampness made both people and horses feel extremely suffocated.

Beaulieu gently stroked the restless horse, his face as pale as if he was wearing a bronze mask.

"Lord Bo'oluo." The knight at the side handed a strand of silk thread to Bo'oluo.

His fingers stroked the tough silk thread covered with mucus, and Bo Aolu rubbed it with his thumb, index finger and middle finger, pulling out a sticky white thread.

Looking around, in the dim light, Bo Aoluo couldn't tell how many such spider silks they had placed in the bushes.

"All those farmers just now will be executed."

"All executed? Why?" an adjutant asked in surprise.

"These threads cannot be set up temporarily. They have already set up a position here, waiting for us to come." Groaning and tearing the threads in his hand, Bo Aoluo's eyes passed through the bushes and saw Bellard's blood-soaked body. "These farmers deceived us!"

Soon, screams were heard from behind the battle line, including voices begging for mercy and shouts of "Savior Army, victory!"

The hot smell of blood made several monks who were sitting around to rest feel a little nauseous.

The leader of the monks, a monk with a Mediterranean Pauline hairstyle, stood up and said, "Lord Boorio, what should we do next?"

"How much did we lose just now? Have all the defeated soldiers been integrated?" Beaulieu asked the newly appointed Commander of the Knights Templar of Jeanne d'Arc.

The Knight Commander nodded nervously, “We lost seventy-three extraordinary knights, thirty-eight of whom died, ten were seriously injured, and twenty-five were missing.

Of the 77 knights who returned, more than half were slightly injured and were exhausted after using potions. They would not be able to return to the battlefield for at least three hours.

More than half an hour after the battle began, only 550 of the 400 extraordinary knights were left with combat capability.

"The infantry will continue to attack." After taking a deep breath, Bo Aoluo calmed down. "Don't give them a break. Let the night guards clear all the spider silk in the bushes."

"Are they still capable of fighting again?"

"Damn it, they let those armored soldiers escort them to the battlefield, do they still need me to teach them?" His lower eyelids trembled, and Bo Aoluo spoke with quite a bit of anger.

After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly exhaled the foul air. He clapped his hands, and a baron dressed as a minor noble in leather armor came forward and half-knelt.

"You lead the longbowmen and continuously shoot arrows from the side of the battlefield to suppress and harass them, and lure them to launch the Devil's Wind."

Based on the oldest and simplest principle of equivalence, Bogliuo believed that the so-called Holy Gunslinger's Devil's Wind must have a price and cannot be used without cost.

As the Knight Commander scolded and yelled, an extraordinary knight with a slap mark on his face walked through the crowd and came to the armored soldiers.

A few minutes later, the armored sergeant with whip marks on his face swung his whip viciously and woke up the night guards sitting on the ground.

It took nearly a quarter of an hour for the scattered night watch guards to gather again and march towards the battlefield again with bitter faces.

Driven by the armored sergeants, the night guards, wearing gray military uniforms and leather armor, stepped onto this bloody land again with trembling calves.

In the middle of the bushes were the bodies of hundreds of night guards, some of whom were seriously injured and dying, still wailing meaninglessly.

"Holy Father, bless me." After kissing the statue of the Holy Father hanging on his chest, a night guard stood cautiously in front of the lush green bushes, using a grappling hook and an axe to clear the spider webs entangled in the bushes.

More than 300 longbowmen, including some low-level extraordinary longbowmen, quickly sneaked out of the forest on the side and came to the side of the Savior Army's formation.

The Baron put the ring on his finger, he put a long arrow on the bow arm, and pulled the longbow into a full moon shape.

"Whoosh-"

A long arrow streaked across the sky like a meteor and landed at the feet of the Black Hat First Legion war monk on the left wing.

At the same time, the horn sounded again and the battle continued.

"Rebels! The devil bless you!" "Go to hell!"

"For victory!"

"Idgrami! Exit Harpy!"

In this open space of about one hundred meters long and wide, the sounds of killing mixed with the Leia, Fran and Orc languages ​​rang out again.

The Night Watch Guards and the Salvation Army seemed to be playing tug-of-war. Whenever the Night Watch Guards attacked like a tide, they would retreat under the Salvation Army's flood-like attack.

Stone bullets and lead bullets flew among the crowd, and tears mixed with blood flowed on the ground.

But they did not pursue. Before they could reach the knights' charge range, they would retreat in an orderly manner, which made Monteak extremely happy but also made Bioloio look even uglier.

At the edge of the battlefield, wave after wave of arrows rained down on the Savior Army’s positions.

For the Saviors, most of whom were equipped with helmets and armor, bows and arrows only caused minor injuries, but they still had a significant impact on their overall combat effectiveness.

When the armored soldiers were reorganizing the defeated soldiers again, they were surprised to find several ancient small catapults appeared on the battlefield.

This is the part that the Savior Army found in the warehouse in Mayo Town. Horn was waiting for this in Huilu Town.

The craftsmen in Huilu Town worked day and night to build these four small catapults.

However, these four catapults are not used to throw stones.

The long rope connected to the long pole was held in the hands of several strong men. They slowly pulled down the leather bag of the catapult, put a few cans in it, and lit the fire with a lamp cord.

A sturdy Savior, with veins bulging, was bandaging the arrow wound on his thigh with a white bandage as he and his companions grabbed the long rope of the catapult.

"Try this, you arrow-shooting rats!"

At the estimated time, more than a dozen cans flew into the air and landed randomly in front of an open space in the woods.

By mixing phosphorus stone, wine and charcoal together, Horn failed to make an ideal Molotov cocktail, but accidentally produced a poisonous smoke bomb.

The pottery jar shattered, a faint glow of fire lit up, and a yellowish mist exploded, engulfing the edge of the woods.

Pasrick stood at the edge of the battlefield, his hands facing each other in a crescent shape, magic shone in his eyes, and black blood flowed from his nostrils.

"wind!"

The leaves rustled and the poisonous smoke seemed to take shape. Instead of dispersing, it moved towards the woods like tentacle after tentacle.

After a brief silence, violent coughing and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground were heard from the smoke.

Several salivating archers stumbled out of the woods.

They had not run a few steps before their legs went weak and they fell to the ground. Their bodies trembled twice and then they became motionless.

"Vile wizard! Damn monster!" Seeing the longbowmen fleeing in the forest, Bogliu punched the tree next to him.

Although the poisonous smoke only killed about twenty archers, the smoke blocked their vision and made it difficult to shoot as they did just now.

In the three waves of back-and-forth attacks, the Savior Army's formation hardly changed.

On the contrary, among the night guards, the number of casualties and those who had lost their combat effectiveness accounted for almost one-third of the total number.

"I'm sorry, sir, cough cough cough, these Saviors are so despicable, they broke my bowstrings..." The baron who led the longbowmen had a pale face and half-knelt in front of Booro.

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense." Bo Aoluo said impatiently, "I asked you to go to the woods, did you find anything?"

The baron quickly told everything he had just seen. Horn's orc scouts were killed by Berard and they had no time to stop these longbowmen.

"You mean, you saw the demon Horn behind the gentle slope?"

"Yes." The baron swallowed hard, trying to stop the itching in his throat. "I saw him with my own eyes. He was wearing armor with a sun pattern on it. Even if it wasn't him, he must have been an important figure in the Savior Army."

"And all he had to protect him were a few carriages?"

"Yes."

Bo Aoliao suddenly smiled.

(End of this chapter)