Chapter 321 The Strongest Battle in History is the Strongest Now

A faint golden light suddenly flashed on the boundary between the hillside and the blue sky.

Under each long-tailed helmet, only the lower half of the face is exposed, while the upper part is covered by the iron eye mask of the long-tailed helmet. Black and red feathers are inserted on the top of the helmet.

Under the scorching sun, the edges between them and the blue sky were a little blurred, and the air was slightly distorted.

Standing in the front was Jeanne, with only half of her face showing.

Her armor was specially adjusted by the armorer, and the acanthus leaf swirl pattern that originally belonged to the church was replaced with a gear sun gilt pattern.

She can already wear armor.

Compared to Horn, who took half a year to reach the "half step to the third stage", Jeanna took half a year and reached the fifth stage breathing method the day before yesterday.

Combined with her mastered extraordinary martial arts and her ability to control lightning spells, even if she only uses the Holy Grail flag, her combat power is comparable to that of the Knights of the Imperial Decree.

Then she no longer had to wear only leather armor to prevent the spell from working.

In fact, Jeanna and her companions had arrived almost half an hour ago. As soon as she arrived, she saw the Extraordinary Knights fighting the Hussars.

But Jeanna did not go out to rescue immediately, because she only had fifty Holy Gun Cavalry with her, and the rest were driving away the other light cavalry from the church that were harassing them.

She needs a perfect time, and that time is now.

"The formation finally dispersed..."

Looking at Helwin's cavalry formation that was disconnected due to the pursuit, Jeanna said half angrily and half with emotion.

"Minor Perception Potion!" The cork was pulled out, and the Holy Gun Riders swallowed the yellow and foul-smelling grease into their stomachs.

Different from the Khan potion commonly used by knights, this potion mainly improves perception and precise control over the body.

Of course, after Ceci's transformation, the cost is quite low, but there will be a barely audible smell of urine in your mouth after drinking it.

Ceci himself swore that the potion did not contain any urine, and it was none of his business what kind of gas it produced in the human mouth.

"Wound up, prepare to attack!"

Amid the creaking sound of gears, Helwin squinted his eyes and looked at the Holy Gun Cavalry standing on the hillside with their backs to the scorching sun.

After he saw those three-quarter armors, his pupils also condensed.

"Is this the rebel heavy cavalry that defeated you before?"

"That's right." Cassedar shrank his neck in fear, "Sir, you have to be careful, they..."

"I don't listen to the advice of a defeated general." Helwin interrupted Kaserdar and looked at Jeanna's half-soft face. "Is that the witch Jeanna? Do you think it's a great achievement to capture her?"

"Why not?" Catherdal hurriedly asked ingratiatingly.

"Assemble, move quickly! Don't let them speed up!" Ignoring the dead man, Kaserdar, Helwin quickly gave the order, and the sound of the horn resounded throughout the battlefield.

As Helwin gave the order, the creaking sound of gears on the hillside stopped.

"Assault formation, attack slowly!"

After the previous battles, in order to conserve horsepower, Jeanne initially just advanced at a slow pace.

Led by Jeanne and Colebour, fifty Holy Gun Cavalrymen began to march forward in a 6X8 staggered column formation.

The horses' hooves pounced, kicking up dust.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier separating each column and row. The potion gave them muscle control, making them stand neatly as if they were locked together by iron chains.

To be precise, their long-term training has been quite neat, but the effect of the drug has magnified the original level.

When the pale golden cavalry formation began to accelerate, it was as if a block of refined gold and iron several dozen meters long was rushing towards them.

Many Ibe knights in the south changed their expressions.

"Why are you afraid of chicken feathers? How long have they been training? Half a year?" Helwin's voice sounded just right, "We have been training for ten years, what are we afraid of? If you are a Kushite without eggs, go back!"

There was an immediate burst of laughter from the formation of extraordinary knights that barely formed two diamond shapes, and only the few Kush knights lowered their heads.

The earth was shaking, and the rubble on the hillside was rolling down.

The squirrel with a nut in its mouth stared at Douding's eyes for two seconds, then flew up the tree and turned its head. The horrible scene was reflected in its obsidian pupils.

On both sides of the battlefield, one black and one gold, the galloping horses were only more than fifty meters apart in an instant.

"Aim!" The Holy Maiden's battle flag embroidered with the Holy Grail stood in everyone's sight.

Helwin was stunned. Is this the rebels' battle cry? What aiming? How tasteless!
"Holy Bless Fran!"

Not to be outdone, Helwin was the first to shout out a battle cry.

"Holy Bless Fran!"

The knights shouted together.

But to Helwin's surprise, the enemy's formation did not change at all, and it was terrifyingly accurate. Just as Helwin was puzzled, Jeanna's battle flag swung downwards, turning into a spiral gun head pointing forward: "Fire!"

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

"It's their magic crossbow, lower your head quickly!" A knight who knew the situation was horrified and lay on the horse's back in an extremely indecent posture.

But the other knights had no such intention. They even felt that this posture undermined their prestige.

The thunderous roar almost burst Helwin's eardrums, and the horses collectively neighed in fear.

"what--"

Several knights in the front row fell down.

Helwin's horse was equally frightened. It stood up and then fell down, turned its back to the direction of the charge, and kicked repeatedly, almost throwing Helwin off.

After he calmed his horse, he was confused by the original battlefield situation. After firing the first shot, the Holy Gun Cavalry drew out their sabers and maces and actually chose to engage in a melee in this small area.

Amid the shouts and cries of killing, the galloping war horses were like boiling water in a pot, constantly rising and stirring.

At this time, there was no time to take care of any command, and the only options were one-on-one or group-by-group cavalry fighting.

Helwin aimed at a young Holy Gun Cavalryman who was urgently repairing the damaged leather strap on his saddle.

It's obvious that he is a rookie, doing such a thing in the middle of the battlefield.

Helwin prodded his horse with the thorns on his boots, sped up his horse, held his lance level, and charged toward the Holy Gun Cavalry.

Kill him first for fun!
Helwin's confidence comes from inheritance.

The reason why knights always say "family inheritance is our responsibility" is because extraordinary skills are only possessed by nobles, and it takes a long time of inheritance to form a skill barrier.

Just like Helwin's spearmanship, it has been passed down for a full seven hundred years, from the first Baron Frett to the Earl, to the Duke, and to the Earl!
How could we, with seven hundred years of hard work, be defeated by a cavalry like you who was trained in just half a year?
Helwin's thigh muscles tensed and a grim smile appeared on his face.

Countless people have tried to steal this extraordinary skill, but no one would have thought that the real power points of Frett's spear technique are the thighs and waist.

"This stab, seven hundred years of inheritance, you..."

"boom!"

Helwin's limbs suddenly lost all strength, and a feeling of warmth and pain came from his abdomen.

He lowered his head, the hideous smile on his face froze, and blood and body fluids gushed out of his abdominal cavity at the same time.

"what--"

The unspeakable pain made him howl in shame. Holding his abdomen, Helwin was thrown off the horse.

"Fancy."

The Holy Gun Cavalryman glanced at him nervously, stuffed the clockwork gun back into the holster, and rode towards the other man while his horse was shaking.

The situation on the battlefield was not particularly favorable for Jeanne at this time, after all, she was on the smaller side.

After the two guns are fired, it will be a battle of wits.

But things on the battlefield were so unreasonable. Someone saw Helwin being shot and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Helwin is dead, Helwin is dead!"

"Is Lord Helwin really dead?"

Many knights in the melee began to search for Helwin in the crowd.

But people clearly saw his warhorse, but not the person on it.

"do you died?"

"Really dead?"

"Run-"

"Don't forget, we are not here for a decisive battle!"

In the melee, the extraordinary knights were already at a disadvantage because their horses were frightened. They were unable to speed up or control their horses accurately, and their superb horsemanship could not be fully utilized.

In addition, the Holy Gun Cavalry had no moral principles and would often suddenly draw their guns and shoot in the middle of close combat.

Many knights of great reputation and prestige fell at the hands of this move.

They had never encountered such a frustrating style of play before.

Originally, this matter was pushed by Helwin. As soon as Helwin "died", the knights remembered their original mission. They made a prompt decision and decided to flee in all directions.

Seeing that the direction of the battlefield had changed, the orc hussars stood up again.

Without Jeanna's order, they chased after the Extraordinary Knights with joy as if they had received a good harvest.

(End of this chapter)