Chapter 276 Follow Me Charge [4K -in-]

Even Horn had to admit that Boaluo had an extremely keen sense of fighter opportunities.

The Ordained Knights' charge around the position from the side not only caused the war monks to worry and fear about Horn's safety, but also caused a certain degree of confusion in the command of several legions in order to stop the Ordained Knights.

Bogliuo quickly seized the opportunity.

When the first rain of spring fell, Bo Aoluo had just finished drinking the last sip of Khan potion.

He drew a cross on his forehead and prayed, "Father, I thank you!"

When he opened his eyes again, the piety in his eyes faded, leaving only cruelty and anger: "All troops, charge!"

"In the name of the Holy Father, kill!"

"Destroy these heretics!"

"After this battle, we will go home!"

The armored soldiers shouted loudly to boost the morale of the infantry.

Shaking the reins and feeling the ups and downs of the horse under him, Bo'ao's heart gradually beat faster.

The cold rain fell on the bird-beak helmet and seeped into the armor through the gaps in the armor.

The mist and rain were drifting, blurring everything like fog, and the rumbling spring thunder was ringing in the gloomy sky.

Their bodies rose and fell with the horses. Behind Boglio, 85 lancers and 150 squires re-entered the battlefield.

They split into two groups and attacked from two directions, like the fangs of a black snake, encircling the left and right wings of the Savior Army.

Behind them were the only two thousand night guards who were still able to fight.

In front of them were the war monks who were in a panic because of the surprise attack in the rear.

The distance of three hundred meters passed in a flash. The cold wind whistled, and rolled up the cold raindrops, which hit the knights' armor, making a clinking sound.

The knights of the imperial decree could not tell whether it was rain or lead, but from time to time two or three knights fell to the ground in the blood.

The black feathers on the helmet fluttered in the wind and rain, and rain flowed along the seams of the armor like black streams.

The horses' hooves stomped heavily on the muddy ground, splashing layers of mud and water, and every leap seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the war monks.

They could hear their own hearts pounding.

One hundred meters, seventy meters, fifty meters...

As they crossed obstacles and bushes, a lot of spider silk wrapped around the horses' hooves, but this did not hinder the speed of the front row of command knights.

As they got closer, they could already see the long steel wall formed by holy guns and spears.

The war monks' breastplates shone dimly in the rain. Their stern or fearful faces were hidden by the armor, revealing only pairs of numb eyes.

A drop of rain slid down the tip of the spear, causing a splash in the puddle.

"Attack step!"

Suddenly, with a roar from Beaulieu, the horses' hooves rose into the air, and the knights entered the final stage of the charge with a grin.

"Kneeling forward and standing back to shoot!"

Chuck, the commander of the Black Hat Fifth Legion, let out a sharp explosion.

The gears turned and the firing rod exploded.

The raindrops in the air seemed to be attracted by something, and the swirling airflow sucked them into the gun barrel.

The claws opened, sparks flew, and dozens of lead bullets shot out.

Lead bullets pierced through the raindrops, and several knights fell down, their armor hitting the ground with a heavy sound.

The warhorse neighed and the man on the horse rolled in the mud, covering his ruptured wounds and screaming in pain.

His companions showed no intention of stopping. Hundreds of knights leapt into the air and jumped over the fallen horses.

The last ten meters were left. From his prone position, Bo Aoluo straightened his body and tucked his lance under his armpit: "For the glory of Leia!"

"Hide in the spear formation... No, disperse, everyone disperse!" Legion Commander Chuck shouted anxiously.

But it was too late.

Like hitting a rock with a giant hammer, the charging Knights of the Imperial Order crashed into the Holy Gunners' formation like thunder.

The huge impact force caused the Holy Gunners to fly up one after another. They flew three to five meters in the air before landing, and rolled more than two meters before stopping.

Their breastplates burst and shattered, flesh and blood splashed like mud, and their necks were twisted the moment they hit the ground, with their spines and ribs sticking out from under their skin.

"Spearman, turn right and stab upward diagonally!"

The Imperial Knights were too fast. Not only did the spearmen not even have time to hide in the spear phalanx, the spearmen themselves were unable to change direction.

The flank is the biggest weakness of Galar's horizontal formation.

“Crack—Crack—”

The V-shaped formation of twenty Imperial Order Knights crashed straight into the spear formation.

The exquisite spear hit the charging Knight of the Imperial Order, and the spear shaft broke immediately, with wood chips flying everywhere.

Several spearmen on the right groaned, were pushed back by their own spears, and fell heavily to the ground.

Under the recoil force, the four or five imperial knights in front fell backwards from their horses.

But they quickly got up again, raised their knightly swords and charged at the nearby spearmen.

"The devil's running dog!"

"Die, heretic!"

The moment the armed sword touched the knight's sword, it broke, and the knight of the imperial decree kicked the shin of the spearman.

The spearman's calf immediately bent backwards, exposing the dark red flesh to the air.

"Ah——" Covering his calf, the spearman's wailing had not yet finished, silver light flashed, and his head fell heavily to the ground.

"Sack? Sack! You, you devils!"

Seeing his brother's tragic death in the gap between the crowd, Sack's eldest brother's eyes instantly turned red.

"Come back, come back, line up, have you forgotten the military rules?!"

Raising his spear, he rushed forward regardless of anything, and the brigade commander's attempt to stop him was of no use at all.

"Ridiculous!" A cold snort came from the knight's ear, the horse's hoof was raised high, and the hard and heavy horseshoe kicked down head-on.

With a turbid snorting sound, he fell straight back, and the back of his head hit his brother's stomach hard. His chest collapsed, blood gushed out, and his wide eyes looked up at the dark sky.

The Imperial Knights opened a gap in the spear formation, and the Extraordinary Knights immediately rushed in and tore it open.

While charging left and right, in front of the low-level extraordinary war monks, the speed was still decreasing at an alarming rate.

Soon, several extraordinary knights were dragged off their horses by halberds and spears.

Surround them and kill their horses. They will have no other options. The divisional captain, whose face was half chopped off, shouted loudly:
"Surround them, surround them!"

"Assemble!"

The Temple Knights blew the horns hanging around their waists, and the Extraordinary Knights immediately turned around and gathered, using the Order Knights as their blades, and broke out of the encirclement that the War Monks had worked so hard to build.

The sound of horse hooves faded away, and the battlefield became quiet for a moment.

The war-brothers of the Black Hat Fifth Legion looked at the corpses on the ground in confusion and despair.

Among the corpses, there were only two bodies of the Order Knights, and the remaining dozens were bodies of the War Monks. Could it be that the Order Knights were really so invincible?

After turning a corner outside and speeding up the horse again, Bo Aolu excitedly lifted the visor of his helmet, exposing his hideous face like a devil to the air.

"Unclean! Accept your fate!" He swung his sword and killed a Holy Gunner who was running away with his back to him. Half of Boglius' armor was stained red with blood.

He swung the knight's sword in his hand and continued to slash. Under the effect of the potion, he shouted like a madman:

"The fate of the peasants is to provide everything for the knights! You are born slaves! Unclean ones!"

"Accept your fate! This is the arrangement of the Holy Father, and no one can disobey it!"

The blood spread in the mud and mixed with the rain water, forming dark red streams that flowed in every corner of the battlefield.

The dark red blood reflected the gloomy sky. Under the gray sky, Horn's hand holding the telescope trembled slightly.

Looking down from his perspective, the Imperial Knights were like steel knives piercing into the soft abdomen, cutting the entire Fifth Legion of the Black Hat Army in half at the first sight.

The Blackcaps 1st Army on the left wing and the 2nd Guards Army in the center were slightly better, but only slightly better.

"Guards, go forward to support the Black Hat Fifth Army and cover the Fifth Army and the Black Hat Second Army to complete the rotation."

Horn put down the telescope and handed it to Pasrick beside him. He really couldn't bear to see these good guys who had eaten and lived with him for three months die in a bloody mess.

"Your Majesty, the Black Hat Second Legion may not be able to do the job, so the Black Hat Sixth Legion must take over."

Horn's voice paused: "Why?"

"Most of the Holy Gunners of the Black Hat Second Legion have exhausted their Holy Power. It's hard for them to stand firm. The spearmen have consumed too much physical strength due to close combat." Hakuto hesitated for a while. "In fact, the situation of the Black Hat Sixth Legion is not good either, but it's better than the Second Legion. Our situation..."

"It's not optimistic." Putting down the telescope, Pasrick took over Hakuto's words, "Horn, you have to be prepared to evacuate in advance. According to our original plan, this long time is definitely enough."

"Has the situation gotten this bad?" Horn, who was dizzy from exhausting his holy power, held onto the truck with a pale face, "We were clearly going to win just now."

Pasrick still had a nonchalant attitude: "The one who laughs last is the winner. As for why, don't you know it better than us?"

Horn did not answer. He took two steps back and leaned against the side of the carriage.

Yes, he knows better.

The battle lasted from morning to afternoon, with the holy musketeers and spearmen constantly replacing each other, relying on swallowing refreshing ointment to maintain their spirits.

On Horn's position, there were always people fighting, people resting, and even a considerable number of Holy Gunners were sleeping.

By constantly rotating them, Horn preserved the war monks' strength and endurance as much as possible.

But the fact is, after more than three hours of continuous fighting, the war monks have reached their limit.

During the previous turmoil, the legions on both wings had suffered from a certain degree of command confusion.

Although Horn issued an order to prove that he was fine, the chaos in command and formation could not be restored immediately.

The time window was extremely short, but Beaulieu seized it.

He used the sharpest knife to pierce the softest part of the Savior Army and turned the situation around in one fell swoop.

The Black Hat First and Fifth Legions on the two wings were on the verge of collapse, with only the Second Guards Legion in the center still holding on.

The farmers and low-level knights drained the war monks' holy power and physical strength.

On the bloody killing field, even the Holy Gunners who had exhausted their holy power endured the headaches, took out their armed swords and wooden shields, and fought in close combat with the night watch guards and extraordinary knights.

They held up their exhausted bodies and were about to be killed into a bloody mass.

The war monks didn't understand, they had clearly been repelling the attacks of the extraordinary knights one after another.

Is all that success just an illusion?
Does the war truly begin only when the Imperial Order Company rushes forward?

Shaking Horn's shoulder, Pasrick's usually cynical face became extremely serious: "Horn, wake up! We can't bury all the good kids on this battlefield.

If we leave now, we can still save the three legions behind us."

"Is it too late?" Horn asked.

Pasrick shook his head. "It's too late. Once the Second Guards Corps is defeated, there will be no chance for us to retreat to Gray Furnace Town. Let's make a decision quickly."

“…” Standing in place, Horn looked towards the direction of Fort Jeanne d’Arc.

Pasrick frowned tightly and grabbed Horn's arm impatiently: "Speak now, the sooner you make a decision, the fewer people will die."

"..." Horn muttered to himself while looking at the ground.

"What? What did you say?"

Horn took a deep breath and raised his head. He looked at Pasrick and said with a smile: "If I had chosen to save my life, I would not be standing here. I should be standing on the land of Swamp Town."

Pasrick was stunned. The young man who had stood in front of the boat escaping from Jeanne d'Arc three months ago appeared in front of him again.

"This is different from before..."

"Same." Horn patted Pasrick's shoulder. "None of us knows what the situation is with Jeanne. If we are defeated, where can we retreat to? Dazexiang? Then what about the local Jeanne d'Arc people who follow us?"

Pasrick opened his mouth but said nothing.

"Aren't they afraid that I'd die? Aren't they afraid that I'd be attacked? Aren't they afraid that I'd abandon them?"

Horn walked to the side of the carriage, took off his light breastplate, and put on the heavy Milanese three-quarter infantry armor.

"Then I will let them see that I have never abandoned them in the past, and I will not abandon them now, and I will not abandon them in the future!"

After putting on the shoulder armor and neck guard and putting his arms into the arm guards, Horn tied the Blood Cloud around his waist. His eyes were terrifyingly bright.

"Armand, bring me my papal banner!"

"Your holy power has been exhausted." Pasrick chased after him, "Even if you go over, what's the point?"

"I promised them." Horn turned around, opened his arms, and let the guard war monk next to him help him put on the thigh armor. "I will live with you and die with you."

He took out the copper seal from his pocket and threw it to Pasquale: "If I die, give it to Jeanne; if Jeanne dies, give it to Madeleine; if Madeleine dies, keep it for yourself."

Turning over the copper seal, Pasrick looked directly at the words "Commanded by the Saint, for the benefit of life and death" on the copper seal. He raised his head, as if begging: "I don't want it."

"Master Pasrick, now is not the time to be upset."

"Who's that? I'm Crispa..."

"Hahahahahaha." After being stunned at first, Horn burst into laughter.

He put on his final helmet and took the sun flag representing the Pope from Armand.

Looking at Pasrick's complicated eyes, Horn planted the flagpole on the ground, not knowing whether he was talking to him or to himself:

"This is a battle that was not finished three months ago, and I have to finish it."

Turning around, in front of him was the First Guards Legion, the most elite group of war monks in the entire Salvation Army.

They have been waiting for a long time.

Each of them had at least one breathing technique, and most of them wore three-quarter armor of extraordinary knights and carried the most sophisticated lances and knight swords.

They are the Pope's guards, the last resort, the last reserve.

The blood cloud in his hand glowed with a redder light than ever before, reflecting on Horn's determined face.

"Those who long for freedom, follow me..."

"charge!"

(End of this chapter)