Chapter 330: Battle of Moncruz (I)

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, southeast!"

"The Second Black Hat Legion will assemble in the blue flag area!"

The sound of chaotic footsteps was heard, and the warrior monks who were originally lazily resting under the arbour quickly gathered together.

The engineers and villagers looked at the black-clad soldiers rushing towards the position from all directions in confusion, and stood there blankly.

"What are you standing there for? Hide!" The lame old soldier limped towards the position, shouting to the villagers.

At this time, they woke up from their dream and ran towards their houses or the woods in fear.

The Black Hats' warrior monks formed a neat formation and trotted into the position.

Flags of various colors were planted in various areas of the position to facilitate the warriors to accurately reach their own defense areas.

They picked up the Holy Gun and ammunition belts, stepped onto the raised sandbags, and began to check the condition of the Holy Gun.

Since the protruding part of the gun platform was solid, the holy gunners ran along the two-meter-high wall aisle to the three-meter-high gun platform.

As the whistles and trumpets sounded more and more rapid, rows of holy guns appeared from the firing holes in the first layer of stone walls, followed by the second and third layers.

The Holy Gunners stared ahead nervously, not daring to wipe the sweat that was dripping from their foreheads into their eyes.

At the gap in the stone wall, the engineers quickly blocked it with sandbags, barricades and sharp wooden stakes, and, led by the leading orderly, walked towards the second-floor platform.

The spearmen and shieldmen formed a tight array, stood behind the chevaux de frise, and pointed their spears diagonally forward.

On the watchtower on the top floor of the castle, the three legion commanders, Jourdan, Coleman and Momri, were all there, with mud still stuck on their faces.

Jourdan leaned on the railing and squinted his eyes at the smoke and dust in the southeast.

Momri closed one eye, holding a telescope that was two fingers thick, with a solemn look on his face.

A cavalry team was marching towards the Moncruz estate, and the dust raised by the horses' hooves covered the sky.

In the telescope, there were about four hundred knights, and the number of extraordinary knights and squire knights was not clear.

But based on Jourdan's previous experience, the ratio is about half and half, which means there are about 150-200 extraordinary knights.

Standing behind Momri, holding the scabbard, Coleman kept poking his butt: "It's my turn to see, it's my turn to see!"

Handing the telescope to Coleman, Momri smiled at Jourdan and said, "They didn't come the day before yesterday, and they didn't come yesterday. Today the fortress is almost finished, what are they doing here?"

"I don't understand. Never mind." Jourdan waved his hand. "He fights them, I fight ours. We just need to hold the fortress."

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Standing on a small earthen slope, Helwin stared blankly at the three-story fortress in front of him: "Alex Moncruz! Is this the ruins you mentioned?"

Alex seemed not to hear it, still muttering to himself: "Impossible, it was a ruin five days ago, impossible! How can I be such a big ruin?"

"Damn it!" Helwin whipped Alex on the back with his whip, causing him to stagger. "Is your ruins three stories high?"

"I, I don't know, where is my ruins? It was here before!"

Helwin rubbed his temple and felt the wound on his stomach begin to ache again.

In the previous battle with Jeanne, he was dressed relatively plainly and was defeated too quickly, so he was not recognized as the commander-in-chief. In the end, he was rescued by several of his personal knights.

Although he was rewarded by Lord Nidsal, Helwin was determined to regain his self-esteem in the Black Hat Army, so he applied to be on the front line.

We just reached the first front line three days ago, and Alex reported that the Black Hat Army was gathering here.

How dare they set up camp on such a vast plain? Isn't this courting death?
At that time, the Black Hat Army only had 5 to 600 people, so Helwin prepared to launch a surprise attack and first eat his squadron (an Imperial squadron has 500 people) of soldiers.

But the scouts reported that they saw a large number of soldiers coming. Helwin was still hesitating, should he eat these 500 people first, or wait until they arrive, pull up the infantry in the rear, and eat up the 2000 of them?

It was Alex who urged Helwin to say that there was no strategic location to defend near Moncruz Manor and that the only castle had fallen into disrepair and had become a ruin.

So Helwin decided to wait and pull up the infantry in the rear first.

He didn't expect it at all. He thought Alex would give him a hard time, but he didn't expect it to be a big one.

Although this small fortress in front of us is simple, it is far from a ruin!

As if thinking of a possibility, Helwin's face turned unfriendly: "I remember that your ancestors have Kush blood? Are you a short-haired undercover?!"

“No no no no no no!” Alex was so scared that he almost made a phantom flower hand. “Believe me, what I said is really true…”

Alex was about to cry. He kept comparing the three-story fortress in front of him with the castle in his memory. He even thought he had taken the wrong path or was hallucinating.

But after he looked at the wall carefully, he seemed to grasp a life-saving straw and said, "Sir, you see, those are not stone walls!

That's not a stone wall. Stone walls are all blue-gray, or at least black. This yellow-brown wall is obviously an earth wall. They are fooling us!"

After listening to Alex's speech, Helwin was stunned: "That's true..."

It took three days to build a fort with rammed earth. Although it was awkward, it was not difficult.

Thinking of this possibility, Helwin put aside some of his suspicions.

“A few earth walls are trying to stop me?” Helwyn said contemptuously, “First make a test charge and see what they are capable of.”

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"Here it comes!" Jourdan said with a serious expression.

Laurent looked straight ahead from the gun platform and saw hundreds of knights suddenly speeding up and rushing towards the fortress.

His body rose and fell as the warhorse galloped, and the speed changed from a slow walk to a fast walk.

They were not close to the fortress, but Laurent could still hear the thundering sound of horse hooves.

In the sultry wind, the warhorse neighed, its mane and tail fluttering in the wind, tangled together by sweat.

The knights leaned over their horses' backs and clamped their legs around their horses' bellies to reduce the risk of being hit by arrows and bullets.

In fact, they were not yet within the shooting range of the Holy Gun, but they were really scared by the Holy Gun.

To this end, they even picked up the shield that they once despised the most and considered a weapon for the weak.

As they got closer to the bastion, the cavalrymen began to adjust their breathing and heartbeats. This tension was something they had never experienced before when they attacked the rebellious peasants.

It was getting closer and closer. I could vaguely see the figures on this strange fortress.

"Holy Gunners, get ready!" Laurent, the division captain, shouted loudly, holding the lance tightly in his hand.

For a moment, the fortress was filled with the creaking sound of winding springs. Many timid cavalrymen changed their faces and immediately began to slow down their horses.

Only the bravest knights dared to grit their teeth, continue lying on their horses, change from walking fast to running, and launch an attack on the loose earth wall.

"aim!"

The sound of the gears stopped, and the sky above the fortress was dead silent, with only the increasingly clear sound of the cavalry's hooves.

Laurent swung his lance heavily, pointing it at the knights, and roared:
"emission!"

(End of this chapter)