Chapter 279 The decisive battle of Pavia!!!
Within a distance of ten meters, higher than everyone else, the knights instantly became living targets for the holy guns and the large muskets.

"Ah! vile peasant!"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, let me go, you bunch of..."

"boom--"

Broken swords and wood chips covered the ground, and shattered armor and bouncing lead bullets flew over people's heads like steel fleas.

From time to time, a knight would fall headfirst from his horse and be stabbed to death by the war monks on both sides with spears.

After losing their speed, the extraordinary knights became visibly panicked. Those who were close to the edge were fine and just rushed out and got away.

The Imperial Knights charged the hardest and went the deepest, but were instead blocked by countless war monks.

The war monks adhere to a principle: kill your horse first and then kill you.

As long as the Extraordinary Knight falls off his horse and is surrounded, he will become a stronger fully armored infantryman.

The low-level extraordinary fully-armored war monks would rush over and fight with them, and then the holy musketeers would shoot at close range, with a high probability of killing an infantry knight.

It was in this way that the Dunjar Phalanx defeated the Imperial Order Company during the heyday of the Kingdom of Leia.

But the Franks at that time did not have the holy gun that could penetrate armor with one shot.

With his head in a mess, Booloo led his guard knights to charge left and right like a sleepwalker.

But after they were separated, they could not increase their speed. Every time they tried to speed up, they would be stopped by the nearby war monks.

While thinking about countermeasures, Bo Aoluo felt a sinking on his right side, and saw a crusader throw away his armed sword and hug his thigh tightly.

Before he could do anything, a scout boy climbed up the saddle out of nowhere and strangled his neck from behind.

"Little devil!"

It was a pity that Bo Aoluo was wearing a neck brace. He cursed angrily, swung his shoulders violently, and threw the child soldier directly behind the horse's butt.

The warhorse under him immediately kicked out its hind legs, kicking his young soldier several meters away.

After getting rid of the children's army, Bouluo knew that he could not continue to fight with them. He leaned his body and smashed the knight's sword in his hand from top to bottom, and the sword fell into the skull of the crusader.

I don't know if it was because the sword was blunt or because Bogliuo used too much force, but the blade was stuck in the skull of the Crusader.

When he tried to pull it out again, he accidentally broke the blade.

Throwing away the knight's sword, Bogliuo drew out his spare off-hand sword and looked at the crowd in front of him blankly.

After the Black Hat Sixth and Black Hat Second Legions of the rear army joined the battle on the left wing battlefield, the knights were besieged here by more than a thousand people and divided into isolated islands, which were out of reach of each other.

Bogliuo managed to escape the siege and regained his speed, but the Knight Commander of the Temple was not so lucky.

He was dazed by the stabbing of the spear, and a holy spearman approached quietly, put the holy spear against his waist and fired.

"when!"

Spinal fluid and bone fragments flowed directly out of the small holes in the armor.

Before the Knight Commander could even cry out in pain, a halberd hooked his neck from the side.

His body tilted to the right and he was pulled off the horse.

When he fell on his back, he was horrified to find that he could not feel his lower limbs and could not stand up at all.

As soon as he raised his hands, they were held down tightly. He could only watch as a dagger was inserted through the gap in his helmet and pried open his mask.

Looking at the five or six angry and distorted faces, the Knight Commander shouted in horror: "I surrender, I surrender!"

Those hateful eyes weren't listening to him at all. A farmer-looking man stepped on his chest and looked down at him coldly.

"I surrender..." the Knight Commander cried, but his accent was too aristocratic for the peasants to understand.

He raised the short spear high and brought it down heavily, and pink blood foam flowed out from the gaps in the helmet.

The Knight Commander, who was pinned down, twitched and struggled for a few seconds, and after a foul smell came out of his crotch, he completely lost his voice.

Drawing their short spears, the war monks ran quickly towards their next target, a squire knight whose body was pinned down by his warhorse.

Seeing the extraordinary knights falling one by one, Bo Aoluo finally panicked. He rushed to a mound of earth and shouted to the remaining knights:

"Gather, gather, and fight!"

With a wave of his hand, he killed a child soldier who threw a hatchet at him, then Bo Aoluo quickly rushed down the small mound, joined up with several other knights of the Imperial Order, and rushed out. "Kill them!"

"Stop them!"

At this moment, Bo Aoluo still did not feel that he had failed, he could still turn around.

In fact, he hasn't failed yet.

The last wave of imperial decree charge had basically crippled Horn's most elite First Guards Corps.

There are now more than sixty Order Knights on the battlefield. They are the soul of the Order Company. After gathering together and fighting out, they can launch an Order Charge again.

Bo Aoluo didn't believe that these war monks could withstand the second wave of imperial decree charge!

There is still a chance, there is still a chance!
"Sir! The night guards and other knights have been defeated!" The guard knight beside him pointed to the rear and shouted in horror.

Beaulieu turned his head sharply.

Thousands of night watch guards fled all over the mountains and plains, crying and throwing away all their weapons and armor.

Among them are also the Ibe Knights and Temple Knights!
This is impossible. Bo Aoluo almost thought it was an illusion. How could he run away at this time?
"Damn it! You cowards!" He cursed at the backs madly, but Bo Aolu suppressed his anger after just a few words and returned to reality.

Without the support of other extraordinary knights and night guards, they were surrounded by more than two thousand low-level extraordinary warriors in armor. Even the Imperial Order Knights had to lose more than one third of their troops before they could escape.

These are all optimistic estimates.

Although Bo Aoluo was reluctant to admit it, he still had to face the reality that he had indeed suffered a minor defeat.

The only option now is to run away before they can complete the encirclement.

After all, there were not many Order Knights who actually died in the battle. With the recovery speed of the Order Knights, they could quickly form 70 Lancers again.

Now that things have come to this, the Frankish Knights will most likely stand on his side.

After all, smallpox cannot be treated like acne. If it spreads, everyone will suffer. After all, Montyak is a member of the aristocratic society.

After cooperating with Montillac, as long as we firmly defend the castle inside Jeanne d'Arc for a year or two, we will be able to attract reinforcements.

Holding the castle of Joan of Arc, he was invincible from beginning to end.

Having made up his mind, Bogliuo made up his mind: "Let's go, break out, and fight our way out! Go back to Jeanne d'Arc!"

After taking a deep look at the sun flag, Bo Aoluo said silently in his heart, we will see each other again.

Soon, with more than a dozen Imperial Knights, Bogliuo successfully broke out of the encirclement from the side. He ran quickly towards the main camp, ready to refill his potions.

Before he could get close, a white light burst out in front of his eyes. The dazzling light even made him subconsciously raise his hand to block it.

"What happened again?" Bo Aoluo cursed irritably, "Where are the 50 knights left behind in the main camp?"

"I do not know!"

"What are the ghosts howling for?"

"My Lord, look, the blessing is fading!"

After being reminded by the guard knight, Bo Aolu lowered his head and looked at his hands. Pale white flames floated in the air, and the floating horse hooves stepped on the muddy ground again.

Beaujolais, who was riding on horseback, was staggering. There was only one possibility in this situation: all the blessed monks were dead.

With a pale face, he looked at the hillside where the main camp was located. Rows of Saviors marching in neat steps were holding spears and rushing towards them like a torrent.

He finally understood why the night guards had collapsed.

The leader, Deshka, raised his spear to the heads of Argan and Montyak, and shouted to the crowd: "Jeanne Castle has been lost, you are all alone!"

"No killing for surrender! No killing for surrender!" The war monks of the Black Hat Third and Fourth Legions shouted in unison.

The twenty or so Knights of the Imperial Order who escaped were chased in a miserable state by Jeanne and her Holy Gun Cavalry.

Every time the lightning flashed, three or five imperial knights would fall off their horses with a burnt smell all over their bodies.

"Haha, it's over, it's over, it's gone, the castle is gone..." Bo Aoluo laughed twice in self-deprecating tone, and the corners of his upturned mouth fell down instantly.

He seemed to have lost his bones, and he slipped off his horse's back, hammering the ground and wailing in pain: "We are defeated, our army is defeated——"

(End of this chapter)