Chapter 278 The decisive battle in Pavia!!

At the last moment when Ibe's knights reached the thin line on the left wing, the First Guards Legion appeared on the front line of the battlefield against the tide.

From the beginning to the end, the First Guards Corps, as the general reserve, finally arrived on the battlefield.

Several fully armored spear brigades stood in the front row, holding the sharpest spears and with throwing axes tied around their waists.

The spearmen marched forward in a column, like long snakes covered with thorns, and drilled into the enemy's array, tearing apart the formation of the night guards in an instant.

The two rows of spears stabbed wildly, and the guards in the front row fell to the ground in an orderly manner before they could react.

The First Guards Legion advanced like a mountain torrent, bit by bit devouring all the infantry blocking its way.

They rode the wave of blood and swept forward.

The holy musketeers fired accurately and mechanically, like a rotating conveyor belt, except that what they sent out was spurting blood, wailing, and screaming.

Of the hundreds of Ibe knights who had rushed over, nearly twenty were shot dead as soon as they met the enemy, before they even had a complete rotation.

At the leader's shout of command to turn around, the Ibe knights did not turn left or right, but turned smoothly towards the rear.

Forty carefully selected Holy Gunners, carrying ten large portable guns, stood behind all the Holy Gunners, waiting for their destined enemies.

Holding the Blood Cloud in his hand, Horn, wearing three-quarter armor, walked in the center of the team.

Beside him, Armand puffed out his chest and held high the Pope's sun flag, his fingers almost sinking into the flagpole.

Under the gaze of almost everyone on the battlefield, the First Guards Army firmly and silently blocked the gap on the left wing.

"I said it!" Horn's voice was unusually clear in the noisy battlefield, as if it was not transmitted to the ears but to the heart, "I live with you and die with you."

"For victory!"

Someone shouted loudly, and as if starting a shout, all the war monks started shouting.

"For victory!"

"For revenge!"

"for freedom!"

With shouts, the atmosphere of despair gradually changed, and the war monks who had been retreating stopped.

The monks lying on stretchers in the back stood up with their spears.

The military chaplain picked up a helmet from the ground and put it on his head.

The Crusaders picked up the broken swords and stones from the ground and replaced them in the places where the war monks had originally placed them.

The Pope's flag seemed to have an aura effect of +5% morale, and all the war monks who could see the flag became extremely violent.

Within three minutes after the First Guards Corps arrived and filled the gap, the previously losing situation suddenly stabilized and even began to advance in the opposite direction.

Seeing that the Savior Army did not collapse, the night guards immediately fell to the brink of collapse.

Their only hope was Beaulieu on the other side.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" The moment he saw Horn's flag, Bolio was so surprised that he almost fell off his horse.

"Holy Father, Holy Father, I thank you, I thank you." He raised his hands to the rain clouds in the sky, picked up the cross pendant, and kissed it repeatedly.

"My lord, the knights have not yet assembled..."

"What are you waiting for, squire knight?" Bo Aoliao laughed loudly, waving his whip in high spirits, "Royal Order Company, follow me and charge!"

64 Imperial Order Knights, 52 Banner Knights, and 71 Squire Knights; these are basically the remaining backbone forces of the Imperial Order Company.

It was enough to break through the farmers' formation.

The last bottle of horse-power-boosting potion was poured into the warhorse's mouth, and the knights could clearly feel the horse's muscles bulging after being filled with blood.

"trot!"

187 of Leia's top extraordinary knights moved forward quickly and rhythmically in the rain.

"running!"

Everything around him became blurry, the bushes, the streams, the standing night guards and the armored sergeants, but the black-clad soldiers in front of him became clearer and clearer.

"Attack step!"

With their lances raised, the knights lost all their fear under the effect of the potion. They straightened their chests and raised their lances.

Lead bullets flew like locusts, hitting the knights. Some were only injured, while others fell off their horses, but their speed did not slow down at all.

For thousands of years, the glory of the knights has been broken by the church, by merchants, and by mercenaries, but they will never allow it to be broken by the lowest unclean people, the humblest farmers.

"The Imperial Company is charging! Steady, steady!" The armored soldiers shouted to the night guards on the verge of defeat, "Hold on a little longer, hold on one last time."

As the monstrous Knights of the Order rushed forward, Horn was also moving forward.

However, as soon as he reached the third row, he was stopped and not allowed to move forward.

Through the gaps between the heads, he could see the Knights of the Imperial Order rushing over. They were like a black wave, shaking the earth.

Horn didn't know whether he was shaking or the soldiers in the front row were shaking.

Who wouldn't tremble?

When a group of heavy objects weighing tons come towards people at a speed of 8 meters per second.

These extraordinary war monks in full armor have only three levels of breathing techniques at best. Who wouldn't be afraid?

The Order Knights will come sooner or later, and there is no way to avoid it. Horn knows this very well. If they don't defeat these Order Knights, they will never win.

The most important tactic of all is to fight to the death. Fight until all your enemies are gone. If you are defeated, you are defeated.

A figure suddenly flashed before Horn's eyes, a figure charging towards 2700 knights.

What he faced back then was so similar to what they are facing now.

"You damned devils—"

Horn's roar, which seemed to be able to burn away the rain clouds, resounded in everyone's ears.

"If you want to take the lives of those poor people of Qianhe Valley, then come on!"

With his chest straightened, Horn pointed the blood-covered cloud at the Imperial Order Company that was splashing with countless mud.

"Come on! Break my spine! Pierce my heart! Cut off my head!"

"Before that—"

"Don't even think about setting foot here!"

The hoarse roar made Bo Aoluo feel a little uncomfortable. He seemed to have heard similar words before, but he couldn't remember them.

I guess it could only be the howl of a defeated person.

He didn't have time to recall as the shining double rows of spears appeared before his eyes.

"Holy Lord, bless you!"

"Ho-"

The Imperial Knights let out a deafening war cry and charged head-on into the Savior Army formation on the left wing.

The hard vest hit the lance and infantry plate armor, the metal twisted, sparks flew, and the lance and spear twisted and exploded at the same time.

Amid the flying wood chips, a dozen or so war monks in the first two rows were tumbling in the air like flying kites.

Among the knights of the imperial decree in the first row, seven or eight were immediately knocked off their horses by the recoil and rolled heavily to the ground.

The seven or eight knights of the Imperial Order all stood up after a while, but only half of the war monks who were sent flying were able to stand up and continue.

After all, they are low-level transcendents in full armor, and compared with the Imperial Order Knights who have charged and killed many times, these Guards War Monks still retain considerable physical strength.

However, the torrent of steel had not stopped. The metal flood rubbed against the ground, making a clanging noise, and more than a dozen guards war monks were knocked away.

Horn only felt the spear in his hand suddenly explode, and the whole person flew backwards uncontrollably.

After reliving the feeling of melting into the blue sky, he fell into the arms of the Varangian guards.

The mission of the knights was to break through the square formation and move towards the location of the last sun flag.

They probably never imagined that the ordinary war monk who was sent flying in a second was actually the Pope himself.

Struggling to stand up, Horn froze.

Before his eyes were countless human figures and blood and flesh surging.

Not only the First Guards Legion, but also the two Black Hat Legions and the Skitarii who were recuperating in the rear all crowded over.

They were knocked down again and again, and reorganized their battle line again and again, biting with their hands, feet and teeth.

The battle line was made up of flesh and blood, and countless guards war monks took the initiative to meet it, just to slightly reduce the speed of the command knights' charge.

"For victory!"

The first thing the knocked-out war monk did after waking up was to continue charging towards the edict.

The Holy Gunners, who had exhausted their Holy Power, drew their armed swords or battle axes from their waists and launched hand-to-hand combat against the Knights of the Imperial Order.

I lose all concept of time, maybe it's just a few seconds or maybe it's as long as several minutes.

When Bo Aoluo could clearly see the flag bearer carrying the sun flag, he found that although he was only a few steps away, he was out of reach.

"Stopped?" His helmet was blown off, and Bo Aoluo lowered his head with disheveled hair, asking himself in a screaming voice, "Why would it stop?"

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there were only about twenty people left by his side, and the rest of the knights were actually out of touch with them.

All the Knights of the Imperial Order were in confusion.

The imperial decree to charge was stopped by the flesh and blood of the war monks of the First Guards Legion.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ten large muskets roared at the same time, and the holy musketeers who were operating the muskets fell to the ground the moment they left the muskets.

The three Knights of the Order who were fighting with the war monks were shocked.

They lowered their heads, staring blankly at the bloody holes in their chests, staggered twice, and fell heavily to the ground.

What is this? The pupils of all the extraordinary knights shrank, and a bad premonition arose in their hearts.

"Woo woo woo--" The sound of the horn seemed so sticky in the rain, but it could be clearly heard by everyone.

"Salvation Army..." The devil Horn's devilish voice sounded, and the half-sword in his hand exuded a blood-red luster, "Follow me and charge!"

Roaring, Horn waved the Blood Cloud and led the female warriors of the Varangian Guard towards the nearest extraordinary knight.

The counterattack has begun.

(End of this chapter)