Chapter 319 Hussars, pursue!

The fire engulfed the hut that had been built with two months' effort. Amid the billowing smoke, there were sounds of violent coughing and desperate cries.

The heavy ears of wheat and rice stalks were stained red with blood, and the knights chased in the wheat fields, searching for the escaped farmer.

The hunting dogs searched for survivors in the mountains, bushes and caves. Whenever a dog barked, a knight would rush over.

"How is it? Has the centurion of this manor been caught?"

A majestic and extraordinary knight sitting on the back of a small warhorse asked the entourage who were rushing over.

"He died in battle, Mr. Catherdal." He lowered his head respectfully, not because the squire knight respected Catherdal, but because he was afraid of seeing his lopsided eyes laughing out loud.

Unlike most people with cross-eyes, this Kaserdar has a peculiar facial feature in which his left eye turns to the right and his other eye turns to the left due to family inheritance.

In this era when cousin marriage is common, if you don't have some "family-inherited lines", you can't be called a noble.

Although he looked very smart, Kaserdar's voice was very steady: "How much have we lost so far?"

"More than twenty people were killed..."

"That's right." Kasedal nodded, "This way it will look real when we escape."

The squire knight was speechless.

They were not pretending, there were indeed casualties, and even two squire knights were killed by crossbow arrows. He did not dare to tell Catherdal.

These people are so weird. In such a small manor, not only are the farmers extremely brave, but there are also more than a dozen extraordinary soldiers.

Even ordinary farmers are much harder to kill than those in Jinhe Township.

The reason why the farmers were so brave was very simple. In the manor era, they helped others guard the gate. When the enemy came, they would of course run away.

Now this land is what they have worked so hard to get. It is the capital for their livelihood and the beautiful life they dream of.

Are we going to let these knights take it away?
As for the origins of those extraordinary infantry, it is even simpler.

They are farmers!

Horn opened up the mountains, forests and waters to allow villagers to fish and hunt freely.

The villagers can have a meal of meat from time to time.

Although they are not as good as the Salvation Army in being able to eat meat every day, the Crusaders can still eat meat once or twice every three to five days, while ordinary villagers can eat meat once a week.

After all, Langsand County has such a large forest area and numerous streams and lakes.

Horn directly distributed the Knight's Breathing Method so that everyone could practice it.

An important duty of the Crusaders is to train ordinary civilians to use javelins and spears during the slack season.

It can be used whether you are hunting wild animals such as wild boars and wolves, or domestic animals such as knights and bandits.

Of course, unless they are gifted, the breathing techniques of ordinary villagers will not improve as fast as those of the Crusaders and the Saviors who have meat to eat.

After three months, each hundred-household district had at least a dozen or twenty users of the breathing technique, including the original armed peasants.

Among the two hundred or so escort knights, many suffered heavy losses in the surprise attack.

It's just that Catherdal didn't know it.

He still happily came and went with a few of his fellow cavalrymen.

This is obviously a job that is both prestigious and lucrative, so why do the knights stationed on the border keep shirking their responsibilities?
Seeing that they were trying to pass the buck, he, as a warrior who had fought alongside the Stupid Knight Nedsal, took on this task for the southern knights without hesitation.

Judging from the current performance, this job of luring and harassing the enemy is not too difficult.

"Mr. Catherdal, look over there." At the edge of the forest not far away, teams of armored cavalrymen bypassed the hills and rushed towards this side like a tide.

"Finally! Line up!"

Catherdal laughed and began to call on his squire knights to line up.

Soon, more than 200 escort knights lined up on the plain wasteland beside the wheat field.

Among them, there are about thirty genuine extraordinary knights as captains, and the rest are followers with one or two levels of breathing techniques or no breathing techniques.

They stood quietly beside the wheat field, waiting for the Holy Gun Cavalry to appear.

The breeze blew, the ears of wheat swayed gently, and everything seemed so peaceful - if you ignored the billowing smoke and painful cries behind the knights.

"Here it comes!" Castledar whispered.

A flag embroidered with black, red and a gear-shaped sun came into view.

Grizz raised the battle flag with one arm, tied his body to the horse's back, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit fire.

Behind him, the bodies of hundreds of Holy Gun Cavalrymen rose and fell like waves.

"Start walking and running!" Ranna shouted as she rushed to the front.

The iron hooves beat the ground like heavy drums, and the breastplate gilded with brass gear patterns reflected a light golden light in the sun.

These cavalrymen wore semi-enclosed long-tailed helmets, with neck guards and masks firmly protecting their heads. The heavy three-quarter armor made a clanging sound as the horses bumped against them.

Although Horn was inclined to use a breastplate, the previous Battle of Pavia proved that the firepower of the Holy Gun Cavalry was not yet at the level where they could charge into battle wearing a breastplate.

On each side of the saddle was hung a loaded cavalry one-handed gun.

This type of gun has a smaller caliber, a smaller killing range but is lighter. As long as you know two or three steps of breathing, you can lift it with one hand and fire it.

Jeanna drew out the one-handed holy gun with her leather-gloved hand, pushed the saber on her belt to a position where it was easy to draw, and kept her high leather boots pressed against the saddle, ready to adjust her speed at any time.

Behind her, the Holy Gun Cavalry were arranged in dense formation, with each row following closely behind the previous row, like a steel wave advancing.

In the shadow of the sun, the faces of the Holy Gun Cavalry could not be seen clearly.

Hot air was coming out of the nostrils of the war horses. They held the holy guns tightly in their right hands, and the muzzles of the guns flashed in the sun.

The Holy Gun Cavalry was like a golden light, flying rapidly from the plain to the other end of the wheat field.

The wheat fields shook and swayed under their trampling, and the dust mixed with the wheat ears. Even Castle, who had witnessed the knights' charge, felt dry in his mouth.

Is this the cavalry of the peasant rebels?
I would believe you if you said it was the Knights Templar charging.

"Lord Catherdal, I feel something is wrong." The servant beside him whispered.

"Go around! Go around! Don't fight head-on! Let's try to harass them from the side!" Catherdal gave the order hastily.

He finally understood why those Ibe Knights on the border were shirking their responsibilities and luring the enemy!

"Okay, let's try it."

The squire knights formed a figure 8 formation, trying to use traditional light cavalry tactical tactics to deal with the Holy Gun Cavalry.

But unfortunately, this tactic did not have much effect on the equally fast Holy Gun Cavalry.

"Salvo!" Holding the cavalry holy gun in one hand, Jeanna roared as she pulled the trigger.

"Praise the Holy Wind!" Amidst the uniform roars, a thunderous sound exploded in everyone's ears.

The smoke and haze on the plain was instantly sucked into the clockwork gun and fired along with the lead bullets.

Dozens of lead bullets, like comets, with long smoke tails, penetrated into the abdominal cavities and blood vessels of the squire knights and blasted holes.

The sound like a kettle breaking rang out one after another. Their bodies were like the surface of water, and blood splashed every time the lead bullet passed through.

The war horses neighed in fear and fled in all directions unconsciously, unable to be controlled at all.

After a round of volleys, the formation of the squire knights was immediately disrupted.

Blood mist rose in the sunlight, and there were swaying figures everywhere. The entire team was like dizzy sardines, wandering around in the wheat fields and plains.

"Charge!" Holding up the battle flag, Saint Jeanna took the lead, and endless lightning spread out to both sides like wings.

The seven or eight squire knights on both sides didn't even have time to say a word before they were swept by the electric net. The scorching lightning pierced through their bodies. They howled miserably and fell stiffly from their horses.

"Holy Spirit bless you!"

The war horses neighed, the Holy Gun Cavalrymen roared, and drew the long sabers at their waists.

The cavalrymen quickly passed by the squire knights, and at the moment of intersection, their long swords chopped on the knights' armor and chain mail at an even faster speed.

The long knife jumped on the riveted iron ring and the blade, the bloody fingers, the red chest and back, the neatly cut wrists...

"Xilulu!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

"Wait, I surrender."

Before the squire could finish his words, the sharp saber slashed into his face with a buzzing sound.

The Holy Gun Cavalryman twisted his wrist and dragged his saber, cutting deep into his cheek.

As they passed each other, a corpse with several rows of back teeth exposed on the sides of the ears rolled to the ground.

"You are not eligible!"

When the Holy Gun Cavalrymen killed their way through the Retinue Knights and returned to their original positions, all that was left on the ground were a group of wounded soldiers crying and struggling.

As for the squire knights who were killed and scattered into dozens of groups, some of them hadn't even reacted to what had happened.

"Hold on, hold on! Move back steadily!" At this moment, Kaserdar didn't care about keeping secrets anymore and shouted directly, "Lure the enemy, lure them towards the Canglan Valley!"

As he said this, he turned his horse around and personally demonstrated the action of luring the enemy into the Canglan Valley.

The rest of the squire knights ran towards the Canglan Valley, crying and chasing after Castledar's horse's tail.

"Hussars, pursue!"

(End of this chapter)