Chapter 336: Battle of Moncruz (VII)

In the forest in the southwest corner of the fortress, teams of war monks appeared at the edge of the battlefield in neat steps.

They were dressed in neat silver-gray wrought iron breastplates, holding the butts of their spears in their hands, and moving mechanically.

"First Spear Division, follow my lead and keep to the right!"

"Fourth Holy Gunner, spread out to the right at arm's length."

Amid the continuous whistles and commands, in about three minutes, the Black Hat First Legion had quickly transformed from marching formation to combat formation.

Three hundred spearmen were arranged in a 50X6 formation in the center, and two hundred holy lancers were arranged in two 20X5 horizontal formations on the two wings.

In front of the forest, the Black Hat First Legion led by Victor had basically completed its initial deployment.

And Rudilo, who just couldn't hold back, fired a row of shots at the knights, and is still trying to maintain discipline.

Behind them, 200 boar riders led by Murat lined up on Rudilo's left side, responsible for protecting their flank.

Now that Helwin is gone, the highest-ranking noble is Count Perini of the Arco family.

Count Perini was of Kush descent, and he was ordered to stay outside because he was excluded by other knights.

In the end, he became Helwin's last savior. After the command was transferred to him, Perini immediately realized that if he ran now, he would still have time.

The enemy has not yet deployed its battle formation, and Helwin is still trapped in the fortress and may not be able to get out.

However, thinking of the stupid knight and his eagle behind him, Perini shuddered and gave up the idea.

We still have to charge! Perini looked around the battlefield and made a judgment.

"Don't form a dense formation. We are going to charge right away. Do you have longbows?" Perini shook his head left and right and asked everyone.

A Frank knight said half sarcastically and half teasingly: "I am different from the shepherd. I will not use such a cowardly weapon."

"what about you?"

"Hahaha, no need."

"It's just a longbow. How can a lance be so inconvenient?"

After asking, I found out that only about thirty Kush knights were skilled in this skill, which was part of the arena inspection project.

Perini had no choice but to tell his compatriots, “When you get to the front of the battle, shoot arrows and knock down the first row, then immediately slow down.

We don't have time to replace our lances, so we can only let those Frankish knights reap the spoils of battle!"

After checking the condition of their armor and picking up their useless but psychologically comforting shields, the knights raised their lances and began to charge.

On the vast plain in front of the fortress, the rumbling sound of horse hooves rang out, and nearly a hundred extraordinary knights and more than a hundred squire knights launched a charge.

With the sound of horse hooves, the distance of three hundred meters was left behind in an instant, and the sky full of smoke and dust gradually approached the two army formations.

"Attention, it's one hundred and fifty meters!" Perini shouted, and before he finished speaking, seven or eight arrows were shot out.

"Don't shoot! I told you to shoot in front of the battle!" Perini shouted angrily at the Kush knights.

One hundred and twenty meters, one hundred meters, eighty meters...

Perini looked through the gaps between the charging knights in front of him and saw a number of Y-shaped gun stands erected with the black muzzles pointed at them.

After a moment of inexplicable palpitations, Perini subconsciously bent down and buried his head in the horse's mane.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

The bodies of the forty holy gunners shook at the same time, and the muzzles of their guns were pushed up into the sky by the reaction force of the lead bullets leaving the barrels.

Amid the banshee's shrieking cry, the sharp-eyed knight saw several black spots approaching quickly, and before he could react.

A lead bullet broke through his breastplate directly, blasting a cavity in his flesh and blood. The huge impact force forced blood and flesh to spurt out of the wound.

From Perini's perspective, a stream of blood shot out from the chest of the knight in front of him.

Then the knight let out a howl like a dog, covered his chest, and could not sit still, and slid off the horse.

He was smart enough to pull his foot out of the stirrup at the last moment, but the other knight who was hit in the stomach was not so lucky.

His ankle was stuck in the stirrup and he was dragged on the ground by the frightened horse, with his face and hands all scratched.

The most terrifying thing was that Perini watched helplessly as his intestines flowed out of his stomach and got hung on the half-broken tree root due to friction...

Anyway, when Perini rushed past on horseback, he suppressed his nausea and drew his sword to kill him.

"Attack!" After passing the distance of seventy meters, Perini roared loudly, suppressing the urge to vomit.

At this time, another seven or eight arrows flew out and landed in the Savior Army's formation, but did not cause much casualties.

"What's going on?" Perini yelled.

The young Kush knights cried in their voices: “I’m scared!”

If you have never experienced the devil's wind yourself, you will never know how terrifying it is.

Perini could only vent his fear through war cries: "Don't be afraid, the Holy Father will protect us!"

"kill--"

At the last twenty meters, the banshee's screams rang out again. The knights, who were halfway through shouting for death, lowered their heads hastily, praying madly that they would not be shot.

Straightening up, Perini shouted at the top of his lungs: "Now, shoot!"

The bowstring creaked dozens of times as it was pulled. Perini placed his index, middle and ring fingers on the bowstring, and a shovel-head armor-piercing arrow was caught between his index and middle fingers.

There was no need to raise the bow at such a close distance. He could just point it diagonally downward and pull the bow to his cheek. When Perini could see the faces of the Saviors clearly, he let go of the bowstring.

More than twenty heavy arrows instantly knocked down a dozen spearmen and holy musketeers in the front row, and Perini immediately slowed down.

Amid the unwilling looks of the young Kush knights, more than eighty knights of the Frank and Leiyan ethnicities rushed straight towards the Savior Army formation.

"It all belongs to them anyway. Even if we succeed in charging, we still won't get much benefit..." Perini did not forget to loudly comfort these fledgling Kush knights while slowing down and circling.

"boom--"

Perini felt something whizzing past him, he turned his head and saw a scene he would never forget.

In the array of Holy Musketeers, ten shaky Holy Musketeers appeared.

The clockwork guns in their hands are one-third shorter than ordinary clockwork guns, but more than twice as thick.

This shotgun clockwork gun, called a hand cannon, can only be used by a saint with more than four rounds of holy power.

There are only about 10 to 20 people of this level in a legion, and logically each legion should be issued five poles.

But Victor felt that Rudilo's side would be attacked, so he gave all his hand cannons to Rudilo in advance.

At this moment, ten shotguns with power comparable to that of a large musket rang out in front of the formation, and each gun barrel was filled with dozens of iron sand and lead bullets.

After Perini turned around, a rain of lead bullets and iron sand hit the Ibe knights who were rushing towards them.

"...The holy wind blew across the devil's body, peeling off the devil's skin, revealing the filthy flesh and blood!"

Perini could not help but recite this famous line from the Gospel because the scene before him was so similar.

Wherever the holy wind blew, crackling sounds were heard, and the thick armor exploded into pieces on the ground in an instant.

Their once strong muscles were torn into bloody pieces by the shotgun shells.

The horses stood up and neighed in pain. The forty or so knights in the first two rows fell down stiffly as if they were swept by a huge slap.

Behind the hand cannons and in front of the positions were a group of wailing knights.

However, after increasing the number, even after giving up accuracy and range, it is still impossible to kill the knights instantly.

Most of the knights on the ground were wailing. Most of them were seriously injured, and only a few were actually killed by a single shot.

Perini turned his horse around and ran towards the remaining knights, shouting as he ran: "There is still hope! Keep charging!"

There was indeed still hope, because the knights were so close, and after being knocked down by the heavy arrows, the Saviors fell into a brief chaos.

The previous attack was powerful, but the damage done was almost as much as the previous two rounds of shooting combined.

If we continue to charge at this time, we can still achieve our predetermined goal.

"It's the devil!"

"Go and ask the monks to come, we can't fight the devil!"

"Where are the prayer spells? Come quickly, monk!"

After facing the bloody and cruel shotgun shells, most of the knights were shaken, and some timid knights could not bear it and took the lead to run back.

When the rest of the people saw people they knew running away, they started to run too. One by one, everyone started running in the opposite direction.

During this period, they were even shot in the back by the Holy Gunners who were reorganizing their formation.

"Brother Murat, it's up to you!" Standing on half of a thick tree root, Victor shouted to Murat.

"Don't worry!" With a shake of the reins, Murat galloped out with two hundred boar riders riding saddle horses and a small number of war horses.

Discovering that fully-armored black-armored knights were chasing them, the Ibe Knights ran even faster.

Turning his horse around, Perini finally caught up with the knights fleeing towards Helwyn and asked, "Why are you running? You can still charge!"

"That's the devil, we are no match for him!"

"You didn't charge, so of course it's easy for you to talk while standing."

"Trust me, let's charge again. If we continue running now, we will only be..."

"Go away, unclean one, you are the one giving orders without any reason!"

The French Knight passed by Perini's side, and his whip swung intentionally or unintentionally, hitting Perini's cheek.

Touching the bleeding whip marks, Perini, who had been calling on the knights to organize the defeated soldiers, suddenly became quiet.

"Uncle Perini!" A Kush knight ran to Perini's side, "Are you okay?"

Perini didn't answer. He touched his cheek, looked at the bright red blood on his palm, and laughed twice, both in anger and at himself.

"It's okay. Call all the Kushite knights. Let's break out together and kill them!"

(End of this chapter)