Chapter 277 The decisive battle of Pavia!
After pulling out a severed finger from between the nails, Bo Aoluo spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.

It was all the blood of the unclean. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief in disgust.

This was the second charge, and these soldiers in black were finally on the verge of collapse.

"How's the battle damage?"

While waiting for the other knights to arrange their formation again, Bo Aoluo took the time to ask the Captain of the Temple Knights.

The Knight Commander took off his mask, revealing his sweaty face: "There are still more than 60 square-flag knights and more than 150 squire knights. Together, we have lost nearly a hundred of them. However, many of them are, ahem, missing...

As for the Imperial Knights, we still have 39 Imperial Knights on our side, and lost 4 of them. The other side still has 35 Imperial Knights, and lost 7 of them, so there are still 74 Imperial Knights in total."

"11 Imperial Order Knights? Are that so many?" Bogliuo had only focused on charging forward and had not expected that so many Imperial Order Knights would be killed.

The casualties that the Knight Commander mentioned do not mean death in battle, but serious injury or inability to return to the battlefield (armor broken, horse dead, limb injuries).

The number of Knights of the Imperial Order who actually died in battle could probably be counted on one hand.

This is another disgusting thing about the Knights of the Imperial Order. They are very difficult to kill as long as they want to save their lives.

Their bravery comes from their extraordinary confidence, not from their fearless morale.

Before the invention of the Dunjar phalanx, the knights of the Order would dismount and cooperate with other knights in foot combat.

After the invention of the Dunjar Phalanx, their first goal after being captured was to fight their way out, rather than staying where they were and exchanging lives with those cheap, low-level transcendents, which would have been a huge loss.

The extraordinary people crush the ordinary people, but the upper and lower limits among the extraordinary people are not very large.

Without high mobility, if a group of low-level extraordinary infantry really rushes up to fight you, there is a great possibility that the Knight of the Order will be killed.

Especially since the Savior Army still has the extraordinary Holy Gunners, even though most of them have exhausted their holy power, at least a quarter of them in each legion are still able to fire.

It was a pity that Bogliuo charged too fast and they had no time to rotate, and the Holy Gunners on the weak flank were overwhelmed.

When they hid behind the spearmen and shot close, their shots were accurate and fast within seven steps, and even the Imperial Knights could not escape.

Most of the eleven killed Knights of the Imperial Order fell at the hands of this move.

"What's going on on the right wing? Why are there so many casualties?" As the extraordinary knights around him continued to gather, Bo Aoluo asked, panting.

He thought he could keep the loss in single digits.

Including the 15 lancers that had been dispatched earlier, the actual number of Imperial Knights killed was approaching twenty.

It would be fine if he was fighting a regular army, but fighting these farmers and losing twenty knights of the Imperial Order would be a real loss for him.

While feeling distressed, Bo Aoluo was also secretly glad.

If the weapons mentioned by the returning knights hit them, more than 15 Knights of the Order would have died.

The instant death of 15 Knights of the Imperial Order was a huge blow to morale.

"Sir, normally, only low-level transcendents can cause harm to us, but their lightning stick soldiers are each equivalent to low-level transcendents." The Knight Commander of the Temple explained to Bo Aoluo, "The will of these farmers is very strong. Logically, they should have collapsed after our first charge, but they haven't collapsed even after our second charge just now."

"Don't make excuses." After thinking for half a second, Bo Aoluo put on his helmet again, "Let all the knights of the right wing gather here. I expect we can break through the battle line next time.

I will directly attack the monster Horn at the back later. Be careful, if other farmers can run away, they can run away, but you must not let him run away.

While you are waiting for the assembling, do not be idle, let those inferior country knights rush over to entangle them, and do not let them rotate or reorganize the formation. "

"Yes, sir." The Knight Commander paused for a moment and said, "Stay behind and hold back the fifty squires of the Royal Knights. Do you want to charge together?"

"Forget it." Bo Aoluo made a quick decision, "Continue to monitor them and don't let them cause any trouble."

At the command, 74 Imperial Order Knights began to slowly gather towards the left wing.

Of the 550 extraordinary knights who originally went on the expedition, after excluding those who escaped, were seriously injured, or were unable to take part in the battlefield, there were still more than 350 left.

Excluding the 50 knights who were restraining Wang Xian, there were only a little over 300 knights that Bogliuo could actually mobilize.

enough.

"Warriors, charge!"

Led by the knight leader, nearly a hundred country knights formed a triangular charge formation and charged towards the Black Hat Fifth Legion on the left wing.

Just as they began to charge, Brune, breathing heavily, pulled the red tip of his spear out of the throat of a night guard.

Three months ago, such a night guard was a very important figure to a refugee like him.

But now, he had killed at least eight of these night guards, if not ten.

As for the once high and mighty Extraordinary Knight, he has two subordinates.

Because his brigade was located too far forward, it was dispersed by the Imperial Knights and could not be rotated in time, so he was still on the most tragic front line.

"Put me down!" Jonal's voice came from behind. Both of his legs were broken by the hooves of the Extraordinary Knight, and he was dangling in the air without support.

"No, I promised old Jonal that I would take care of you on the battlefield."

"You goat." Tied to Brune's back with a rope, Jonal's face turned pale and he elbowed Brune's back armor. "Put me down... Those extraordinary knights are coming!"

Brune did not answer him, but just supported himself with his spear and stumbled towards the nearest battle formation behind him.

In front of him, there were countless messy footprints on the muddy ground.

The blood was trampled into the soil by the footprints and mixed with the grass juice, forming a strange brown color.

Almost every few steps, Brune had to step over a corpse, both enemy and his own.

There were swaying figures everywhere, shaking spears and armed swords, and blood constantly drawing arcs in the air.

At the shoulder and neck position, the knights who seemed to be riding on everyone's heads charged back and forth, and fell to the ground with a bang after a few occasional gunshots.

On the battlefield today, the central army retreated about 20 meters and suffered minimal losses.

The right wing is second, while the left wing is the most advanced, with only a thin layer of defense left and in the worst condition.

Therefore, the closest to Brune was the Black Hat Fifth Legion next to him. At this moment, the country knights of the Ibe Plain were charging towards the left wing, and Brune happened to be walking in front of their charge.

Amid the continuous gunfire, Brune heard the sound of horse hooves. Jonard wiped the rain off his face and said, "Let me go. I can run!"

"Your legs are broken, you can't run." Brune answered hoarsely, he didn't know what he was doing.

"The knights are coming, and you have no time to return to the battle formation if you carry me on your back."

"There's enough time."

"I beg you, I really do, I beg you." Turning his head to the side, Jonal gritted his teeth and said, "Brune, at least one of us has to survive!"

"All alive."

"...No, buddy, are you listening to me?"

With his back against the stubborn Brune, Jonal looked forward in despair.

Behind Brune, hundreds of extraordinary knights were charging.

In the hazy rain, he could even see the white steam from the warhorse's breath. In front of the warhorse was a hedge made of broken swords and bones.

Rain and arrows fell together, and mud and blood splashed on everyone.

Drawing out the half-broken sword from his waist, Jonal pointed at the silver-armored knight who was becoming clearer and clearer in the rain.

Their woolen leggings were soaked, and the dark red bloodstains on their armor were melted by the rain, forming spider-web-like trails.

"The knight is coming, put me down, and leave quickly--" Jonal elbowed Brune wildly.

But Brune's mind was blank. He just ran with his long legs and didn't feel the strong wind behind him at all.

"Goat damn! Brune, I never thought in my life that I would die with a ditch like you."

Seeing the knights' swords getting closer and closer, Jonal shouted as if to vent his anger, and threw the broken sword in his hand at the knights in despair.

The broken sword hit the knight's leg armor and fell to the ground with a clang.

To make matters worse, Brune didn't notice the dead body under his feet while running, and both of them fell to the ground in the mud.

The back of his head hit the wet, bloody soil. Jonal lay on the ground in a daze, watching the raindrops falling from the sky.

Is it really that time?
He had already been aware of his death and had prepared for it before going to the battle.

At least one knight was killed!
At least I didn't desert!

At least, at least...

Jonal's heart was burning with pain. He should have been able to die peacefully, but the anger in his chest would not go away.

He is not willing!

I am unwilling to lose like this, I am unwilling to let the knight win, and I am unwilling to let the children of the Thousand River Valley people still live under shackles in the future.

"kill!"

"Go to hell, you lackey of the nobility!"

Jonal heard the unwilling and desolate roar of the Black Hat Fifth Legion on the left wing.

They had endured so much hardship just to save Qianhe Valley, but were they going to fail at the very beginning?
Are the Cavaliers really invincible? Then what is the point of everything they do?
has no meaning?!

I should have started a meat business in Mayo Town. I’m going to die without even tasting a girl.

Watching the horse's hooves approaching, Jonal closed his eyes with a final strange thought.

"Om-"

"Xilulu——"

After waiting for a long time, the expected iron hoof did not fall on his head. Instead, he heard the neighing of the warhorse before its death.

The battlefield seemed to be quiet, and the war cries suddenly stopped.

The sound of rain, which had been drowned out by the deafening shouts and cries, became clear again.

What's going on? Jonal opened his eyes with difficulty and looked blankly in front of him.

The charging extraordinary knight had a bloody hole on his chest. He fell beside the hooves of his warhorse with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Brune came crawling over, shaking Jonal's shoulders, and his old habit of speaking slowly came back.

His whole body was shaking, and half of the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't utter them.

"Look, look, look!"

From lying down to lying prone, Jonal tried hard to prop up his upper body and looked through his squinting eyes.

In the dense mist blowing sideways, a tall flag stood, with a sun set in a gear on it.

Under the flag, a fully armored war monk was slowly lowering the musket in his hand.

It's the Pope's flag, that's the Pope.

Tears finally flowed from Jonal's eyes, and he slammed his fist hard on the ground, splashing a circle of mud and water.

"Look, look--"

Jonal's crying voice broke the silence. He kept crying:

"The Pope, the Pope charges!"

"The Pope Charges!"

(End of this chapter)