Chapter 335: Battle of Moncruz (VI)

Two spearmen jumped out from the side, bent their spears into an arc, and suddenly shot out, stabbing towards the neck of an armored sergeant.

His companion threw a shield at him, and he grabbed the edge and lifted it up, knocking the spear off balance and narrowly dodged it.

But at this moment, two more night guards climbed over the wall and landed right behind the two spearmen.

The harpoon stretched out, swept across the spearman's body, and hooked his ribs. The spearman screamed in pain and was pulled to sit on the ground.

Before his fellow spearmen could react, a Holy Gunner strode forward, drew his armed sword and charged.

The armed sword stabbed into his back, and the tip of the sword protruded from his chest. The night guard screamed, spit out blood, and fell to the ground, holding his chest.

The chaos in front of the formation affected the defense of the remaining battlements. They turned around to provide support, but more gaps appeared, and two more armored soldiers climbed up.

"The old captain is dead, I will take over the command." Laurent was helped up by several holy musketeers and shouted to the remaining spearmen, "If you dare to escape, I will report it to the military judge! All those who have lost the battlements, please give up your positions, and those who have not lost them, don't rush to provide support!"

Before Laurent finished speaking, three soldiers, led by the armored sergeant, formed a triangle, covered each other, and rushed towards him.

The retreating spearmen blocked their way. Subconsciously, the spearmen lined up in rows of five and shouted loudly while stabbing at the armored soldiers at the same time.

Faced with the sudden attack from the four-meter-and-a-half-long spear, the three armored soldiers were unable to dodge.

The spears spun and pierced their round shields. The iron nails and wood chips exploded and shot into the eyes of one of them. He shook his head in pain but did not dare to put down his shield.

"Fuck you goat." He turned sideways and raised the round shield, pulling the spear off course.

The armored soldier with blood flowing from his eyes took the lead. The armored soldier carrying a half-sword leaned forward to avoid the sweep of the spear and came in front of the spearman in an instant.

The half-sword slashed upward from bottom to top, and the spearman's face wrinkled in pain. He fell backwards, with only half of his calf still standing.

Blood spurted out, dyeing the armored soldier's already ferocious face red.

Two holy musketeers, who had exhausted all their holy powers, rushed out from beside the spearman and chopped down the back of the soldier's head with their armed swords.

Just when he was about to hit the target, a hand and a half sword came from the side and blocked it, almost knocking the Holy Gunner's armed sword away.

"Holy Father, the devil's lackeys are coming."

The holy musketeer yelled at Laurent, and was then kicked over by the sergeant.

"Ready!" Laurent had finally finished loading.

As he gave the order, the sound of gears turning made all the soldiers and guards change their expressions.

The night guards who were climbing over the wall stopped, and some even pretended to slip and slid down the wall.

"Praise the Holy Wind!" Ten Holy Gunners walked out from both sides and fired ten bullets in this narrow space of less than ten meters.

Three densely arranged armored sergeants fell down, and behind them, three or five night guards were hit by stray bullets and blood spurted out.

After all, the area is so small, and it was a force that could penetrate ordinary people. The lead bullet pierced through several bodies like a candied haws.

"Long spear formation! Charge!"

Seeing that the commandos were thrown into panic by the sudden attack, Laurent immediately seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Under Laurent's arrangement, two rows of 5x2 spears were organized and charged towards the approaching night guards.

Ten long spears were lined up in a neat row and charged forward, and the enemy in front immediately dodged to the sides.

A night guard was a little slow to react and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The gun blade that was running towards him pierced his chest and got stuck in his ribs.

The spearman shouted loudly, swung his spear forward, and forced the guard to lean back and fall directly from the parapet.

The guard hit the soldier on the back of the head, bending his neck.

"Bang bang bang!" The sound of the holy gun firing rang out again. Laurent seemed not to care at all that the stray bullets would hit other teammates in the melee. Without waiting for the spearmen to withdraw, he directly ordered the firing.

After this volley of gunfire, two more armored soldiers fell.

Most of the armored soldiers were killed, and the guards were no match for the spearmen, so the situation was finally reversed.

The Holy Gunners no longer showed their power, and the Pikemen separated, surrounded and strangled the guards and armored soldiers who were disrupted by the Holy Guns one by one.

When the last armored soldier escaped over the wall, the defense line finally returned to its original state.

However, Laurent didn't have much of a smile on his face. He looked at the increasingly chaotic fortress defense lines on both sides and immediately made a judgment: "The first layer of the fortress can no longer be used."

The walls on both his left and right sides were breached, and the Holy Gunners on the second floor could neither come down nor fire, so they had to retreat.

Sure enough, the retreat horn sounded soon after.

The two divisions Laurent was in did not suffer too many casualties due to their timely response, and they also preserved a lot of holy power, so they stayed behind to cover the retreat.

"Mad!" After receiving the order, Laurent called out the name of the patron saint, Mad, "Jourdain, after this trip, I must at least get a deputy legion commander, I tell you!"

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"Great, it's a mess!" Helwin rode on horseback, laughing so hard that his stomach hurt. "Sir, what about us?"

“Do I need to ask?” Helwin looked up at the dense dark clouds. The hot wind blew through the woods, bringing a resonance between metal and wood. “Take advantage of the chaos to charge in and get to the second floor!”

"May the Holy Spirit of the Lord bless me, charge!"

The night guards and armored sergeants fighting the Savior Army behind the fort wall heard the rumbling sound.

At first they thought it was thunder, but when they looked up the sky was still full of dark clouds. Then they realized that it was the knights charging.

"The master is here to support us!"

"Cry to death, the master really cares about us!"

"Hold on, hold on again!"

The knights charging at high speed seemed to be driving the thunder sound, rushing towards this side madly, one hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters!

"Xilulu!" Dozens of knights rushed to the front and directly crossed the first fort wall by taking advantage of the small slope made of the corpses of the peasants and the soil.

The war horses rose up with their own strength, and their heavy iron hooves directly smashed the heads of the two unlucky monks.

The horse's hooves fell to the ground, leaving white marks on the horseshoes.

Riding his horse over the fortress wall, Helwin struck a sapper with his sword, slashing his head off before he could escape. He shouted in high spirits, "Kill them all!"

As the fortress was relatively narrow, only about eighty of the most powerful extraordinary knights rushed in.

After circling half a circle on the first floor, Helwin didn't kill many warrior monks.

The main reason is that most of the combat monks took the initiative to retreat to the second floor to preserve their manpower.

Only one or two divisions remained at the end, still struggling to move towards the second-level slope.

"Hurry up, the knights are coming!" Laurent shouted to the warrior monks in front.

In front of him were about a hundred remnant spearmen and holy musketeers. Most of them were injured and supported each other as they walked towards the checkpoint on the slope.

After searching for the enemy in vain, Helwin saw the barrier in front of him wide open and immediately rushed towards the remaining soldiers.

The strong wind blew across Helwin's chest, and his heart, which had been suppressed by the heat and failure for many days, finally felt relieved.

"kill!"

Rushing to the front, Helwin swung the sword in his hand at Laurent.

"Sir, be careful!" The personal knight next to him suddenly reached out and pressed his back, and both of them fell on the horse's back at the same time.

The lead bullet flew over Helwin's head with a whistling sound, and the three knights behind him covered their chests and abdomens and fell on the saddles in pain.

Only then did Helwin see that they had placed holy musketeers on both sides of the second floor and on the gun platform.

Once you attack from the slope passage, you will be hit from the front and both sides.

Momri on the second floor finally adjusted after a major mistake.

He ordered the Holy Gunners who were on duty to resume their original positions and began firing Holy Wind at the knights on the first floor.

However, at this time the knights had already rushed into the first line of defense. With the farmers and night guards acting as meat shields, they did not need to charge head-on. As long as they were careful, there would not be serious casualties.

As long as we can fight our way in through the passage up the mountain, the previous casualties will be acceptable.

Lying on the horse's back, Helwin was escorted down the slope by his knights.

But he was not discouraged. Instead, he brandished his knight's sword and ordered the armored soldiers and night guards: "Charge! Whoever captures the flag and kills the general will be rewarded with 30 gold pounds!"

"Go on, keep on going. I can keep you going all day long." Looking at the peasant soldiers and night guards who were charging up the slope crying for their parents, Helwin laughed.

"Uuuuuu——"

However, the laughter was interrupted by a sudden horn sound. Helwin looked up at the castle with confusion in his eyes.

Why blow the charge at this time? Do you want to counter-charge? This is really too self-deprecating.

No... this sound?

Helwin turned his head to look outside, and then he heard the dull sound of gunfire.

The dozen or so knights stationed outside fell to the ground with blood spurting out of their chests.

The heart-pounding sound of footsteps slowed down the knights' actions, and they all looked in the direction where the sound came from.

This is……

Helwin felt the blood in his body freeze. He stood up from his horse and screamed.

"The Salvation Army? When did they come? When did they come?"

(End of this chapter)