Chapter 331: Battle of Moncruz (Part )

The spears were swung down and the monks pulled the triggers.

The check pawl released, and the orichalcum spring whistled, spinning the gears and pushing the firing rod forward at a rapid speed.

The lead bullet rubbed and jumped up and down in the barrel, and a trail of sparks followed the firing head and slid in the barrel.

"boom--"

Hundreds of clockwork guns roared in unison, and hundreds of holy gunners were immediately thrown back by the recoil.

Lead bullets whizzed out like a swarm of angry bees, cutting through the air and flying towards the charging cavalry column.

The lead bullets made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, forming a long line of lead bullets parallel to the ground, like a long sword sweeping across the charging cavalry.

The lead bullet the size of a fingernail broke through the 2mm plate armor, penetrated the armor, and drilled into the soft and pale skin.

These soft lead bullets bit the knights' flesh and blood like poisonous insects, leaving only cavities and bloody holes.

"Xilulu——"

"Uh-"

"Messalua!"

The seven or eight cavalrymen in the front row trembled all over, leaned back suddenly, and fell directly off their horses.

Two knights were hit in the heart or head, and they turned around and died as if they had made up their minds.

Most of the knights who were hit rolled to the ground, covering their wounds that were gushing blood, and let out miserable howls and cries.

A warhorse hit by a stray bullet neighed in pain, suddenly stood up, and threw the knight off its back.

The knight rolled to the ground, and his armor made a harsh sound as it rubbed against the ground.

Curled up like a cooked shrimp, he held his abdomen in pain and struggled to stand up, only to find that one of his legs could no longer move.

In just a few seconds, the neighing of war horses and the screams of people intertwined and resounded through the sky.

The greedy crows were circling in the sky, waiting for the feast to begin.

In the reflection of their pupils, the knights were split into several groups like a tide hitting a boulder, and the originally neat charge formation was becoming fragmented.

"Never mind, never mind! Keep charging! Charge!" Alex, the leader, waved his lance furiously and rushed to the front.

The familiar sound of gunfire rang out again, as if the ancestors of the Moncruz family were blessing them. Alex, who was rushing in the front, was unharmed, but several knights behind him fell to the ground.

Close, closer!

He switched from a pace to a run, performing his customary slowdown charge.

The earthen wall, entangled with a web of vines and branches, came clearly into view, which was really amusing to think about.

With the old hideous smile on his face, Alex even began to curse himself inwardly, for he was almost frightened by this earth wall.

Alex held his lance level and roared, "Charge!"

The special herbs that the warhorse had eaten before finally began to take effect. The horse's innate intelligence and timidity were washed away by the potion, turning into anger and fearlessness.

They opened their mouths and let out a shrill hiss, then raised their heads and rushed towards the source of the loud noise.

Even though the knights were driving them against the wall, they still rushed straight towards the "earth wall".

Three digits, two digits, one digit!
Alex counted silently in his mind and pointed his lance at a bearded black-clad soldier on the wall. If he controlled it well, the lance would be able to cut off his head the moment he broke through the earth wall.

"Die, you heretics!"

"Boom-"

The moment he touched the earth wall, Alex felt something was wrong.

He seemed to have hit a mountain head-on, with a tremendous force coming from under him.

In a flash, he saw the sky covered with leaden clouds and the black and red flag hanging above the castle.

Next came the castle passed down from ancestors, followed by the second-story wall, the mound, and the increasingly clear face of a soldier in black!
Perhaps because the speed was too fast, neither Alex nor the warrior monk had time to dodge.

All I could do was watch helplessly as an ugly and dirty face approached.

With a teeth-grinding sound of metal squeezing, the two men's heads collided with each other.

Fortunately, both of them were wearing helmets, so their brains did not burst, they just hit each other cheek.

After a strange "pop" sound, they raised their heads together and threw their heads back.

Alex almost fell backwards to the ground. After landing dizzy, Alex held his head and stood up tremblingly, everything in front of him was doubled.

He felt a foreign object in his mouth. When he spit it out, he saw that it was half a yellowed tooth. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured.

...That's not right. His teeth are all full of cavities. How could he have a perfect tooth?

"vomit--"

Looking up, Alex clearly saw the black-clad soldier opposite him spit out a tooth that was decayed by worms.

Both of them looked pale at the same time and wiped their mouths frantically.

"You lowly creature!" Angry and humiliated, Alex drew out his knight's sword, raised it above his head, made a rooftop stance, and slashed fiercely at the warrior monk named Le Fay.

Le Fay drew out the armed sword from his waist, pushed it up and rolled it outward in a hoe-like motion, blocked Alex's slash, and took the opportunity to jump to the side.

Holding the sword, Alex stared at him blankly: "You, you have three-stage breathing method?"

"Who doesn't have it? There's no one who can't learn the three-stage breathing method, right?" Le Fay spat on the ground and shouted behind him, "A knight is coming, bring two spearmen!"

"That's a lack of martial ethics!" Alex, who was trapped in the enemy camp, saw him waving his men and hurriedly stepped forward and struck him hard again.

Le Fay was wearing leather armor and was much more agile than Alex. He easily dodged his sword by turning sideways and stabbed it in the opposite direction, leaving a half-inch deep scratch on his armor.

"The turtle shell is so thick!" Le Fei squatted down to avoid a sweeping blow and cursed angrily.

The sound of orderly footsteps came from both sides, and seven or eight spearmen lined up in two columns and rushed towards Alex in an orderly manner.

Beads of sweat appeared on Alex's forehead. He was fighting in infantry with a long sword against a long spear, and the other party also had breathing techniques. Even if he was a square flag knight, he could only run away.

He didn't bother to get entangled with the man, so he turned around and rushed towards the stone wall.

"Still want to run?" Seeing that Alex wanted to run, Le Fay chased after him viciously.

At this time, Alex kicked over two Holy Musketeers, grabbed the top of the wall, and half of his body was sticking out.

He was about to run away, but fortunately the legion clerk Bernardo acted decisively, rushed over to pick up the holy gun on the ground, and fired at Alex who was so close.

Blood spurted out from the small hole in the thigh armor like an explosion.

Alex, who was about to climb over the wall, felt a piercing pain and screamed, then fell to the ground.

He covered the wound on his thigh and rolled on the ground in pain.

"Bernardo, you really need to practice your shooting, even at this distance you can't hit the target." Lefey muttered, stepped forward and kicked the sword out of Alex's hand.

"Why should I, a clerk, practice shooting?" Looking at the face that had appeared at the banquet, Bernardo sighed lightly, turned around, and asked the orderly to take the unfortunate knight away.

At the same time, after seven or eight companions had rammed their heads against the wall in vain, the remaining knights finally reacted.

This is not a mud wall, it is clearly a stone wall!
Is Alex really a short-haired man? Is he really a traitor?
"Fire!" The voice of an unknown division captain sounded again, and all the knights bent down and lowered their noble heads at the same time.

Lead bullets flew over their heads, and they were like farmers being collected for debt by the village head, living in a constant state of anxiety.

The command to fire was like the devil's voice. No matter where they were, they would be hit, as if a lead bullet could turn a corner.

After several unsuccessful attacks, their morale finally faded.

"I saw Alex kissing a shorthair, he is the traitor!"

"Alex is a traitor, everyone retreat!"

"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"

After having a reasonable reason, the knights deliberately shouted loudly to let as many people as possible escape together to make it easier for them to share the blame.

They came like a tide and retreated like a tide, leaving only a mess on the battlefield in front of the fortress.

The broken blade was stuck in the ground, and only half of the kite shield remained.

The wounded horses neighed in pain and the fallen cavalrymen struggled in despair.

The crows couldn't wait to land, jumping up and down and pecking at the bodies of the unconscious and seriously injured soldiers.

"They're retreating!" Laurent shouted excitedly to Jourdain on the second floor, "We won."

Jourdan nodded, but there wasn't much joy on his face.

This is not a victory, it's just an appetizer.

"Clean up the battlefield and repair the defenses." Zhu Erdan gave the order calmly, "The battle has just begun."

(End of this chapter)