Chapter 337 Battle of Moncruz (End)

"Buzzing—"

The flying axe spun with a sound of breaking through the air, and pierced into the armor of an extraordinary knight. A few strands of blood oozed out of the armor.

He cried out in pain and glared fiercely at Murat who was chasing and intercepting him.

Murat smiled at him, then shot another arrow with his backhand, which pierced the knight's waist at a tricky angle.

If the knight had not narrowly avoided turning his body to the side, the huge arrow would have almost pierced his kidney.

On the plain of the fortress, the two Salvation Army legions formed a horizontal formation and advanced towards the fortress in an orderly manner.

From time to time, the horizontal formation would stop, and the Holy Gunners would use an advancing firing method, starting from the second row and moving around to the front row, firing forty projectiles at the knights who tried to stop them.

In front of the fortress, the boar riders cooperated with the horizontal formation.

They would occasionally rush over to tangle and prevent the knights from launching short-range side and back charges against the infantry formation.

Sometimes he would come to the edge of the battlefield and drive the knights who were trying to escape back to the battlefield one by one.

With their skilled horse archery and battlefield experience, the boar riders easily teased these extraordinary knights.

The boar riders are old mercenaries.

They might not be able to fight the knights head on, but when it comes to tangle and interception, they can play with these Ibe Knights all day long.

"You're the ones who call us Boar Knights every day, right?" Murat accurately shot an arrow through the buttocks of the knight's horse in front of him, and shouted happily, "I'll let you taste the hair of the boar!"

Seeing Murat happily fighting the Ibe knights, the 15 young knights following Perini showed envious expressions.

Perini was also watching the battlefield.

He counted in his mind and estimated that there were more than 80 people who fell in the previous line, including nearly 20 extraordinary knights.

When Helwin set out, they brought 200 extraordinary knights and 300 squire knights, leaving only 50 extraordinary knights and 150 squire knights in the camp.

In the previous siege, they had lost only about 180 extraordinary knights and more than 250 squire knights.

Excluding the more than 80 extraordinary knights and 150 squire knights who followed Helwin, as well as the more than ten extraordinary knights who were supporting him around the castle.

Following Perini in the charge were only about 90 extraordinary knights and a hundred or so squire knights.

Three rounds of gunfire took away nearly a quarter of the charging extraordinary knights in one breath.

People like Perini or the Knights of the Imperial Order who are mentally strong can still hold on.

For Knight Ibe, who usually lives a life of luxury and has never fought a tough battle, this question is really beyond the scope.

The fact that they were able to rush to the front despite their fear was an extraordinary performance under pressure.

After stripping off their heavy armor and the hard outer shell given to them by their supernatural powers, these knights are still giant babies who never grow up.

But none of this meant anything to the frustrated Perini.

At the beginning, when Perini took the young knights to the battlefield, he was planning to broaden their horizons and gain some military merit.

But the facts told him not to expect that these Ibe Knights would give them, the "unclean ones", any chance to become famous.

His current primary goal is to get these good guys from the homes of his relatives and friends out, no matter what the cost.

Perini looked around and began to look for a way to escape on the battlefield.

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Twenty lead bullets swept across the squire knights who were rushing towards the gap, causing armor and shields to shatter and fly everywhere, and iron rings and broken swords to fall to the ground.

Immediately, five or six of the escort knights fell to the ground howling in pain, and the remaining escort knights ran out in horror, fleeing without looking back.

After noticing the arrival of friendly forces, the three legion commanders didn't even bother to save their holy energy and just attacked me!
In just these ten minutes, six hundred Holy Gunners fired nearly 800 lead bullets at the night guards, armored sergeants and knights.

Because Jourdan was very cunning and built the second-floor gun platform next to the entrance and gap of the first-floor.

Any knight who wanted to escape through the gap would first be hit by a hail of bullets.

Reluctantly abandoning his beloved warhorse, Helwin, under the protection of his personal guards, climbed over a two-meter-high stone wall and fell to the ground in a mess.

After wiping the blood off his cheek and putting on a spare horse, Helwin asked the knights, "Where is Perini? How many of us are left?"

"Less than 100 extraordinary knights, and about 145 squire knights."

"What's going on? Why are we missing so many people?" Helwin asked in disbelief as he looked at the less than a hundred extraordinary knights around him.

"Some have run away, some are missing, some are still fighting with those boar riders, and some are trying to flank the two squadrons of rebels."

"It's all Perini's fault. He insisted on attacking the army. We don't have any monks, so we can't resist their devilish wind."

"Lord Helwin, it's always those unclean ones who cause trouble. You can't protect them anymore."

Helwin frowned. "Let me ask you, where is Perini?"

The remaining knights looked at each other and said, "I don't know."

"Damn it." Helwin cursed, "All knights, assemble. Let's go back to the camp to rest and come back tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." The knights immediately called their friends and summoned the scattered knights to line up again.

The pain from the previous gunshot wound in his stomach came again. Helwin picked his ears irritably. This time he was obviously very close to victory. "...Kush...people..."

Helwin raised his chin, looked at the boar riders who were blocking the fleeing squire knights, and asked the people around him, "What are they shouting?"

"It seems to be saying... Kushites don't fight Kushites?"

"Naive." Helwin shook his head, looking at the approaching Savior Army, and then at the defeated knights around him whose morale and courage were completely shattered.

They did lose this battle, but it doesn't matter.

We'll return to the camp to recharge our batteries for the next battle.

They can't hide in the fortress forever. If they dare to go out, that will be their death.

Helwin roughly understood that this group of rebels were relying on the devilish method of quickly building the fortress and preparing to advance the fortress step by step.

All we need to do is defeat them in the early stages of building their fortress or when they go out.

We were too hasty this time. We shouldn't have attacked when we saw they had a fortress.

Remember the lesson and apply it next time!
"Is everyone here?"

"Everyone is here! Lord Helwin." Perini, who had assembled according to the order, nodded to Helwin expressionlessly.

Faced with the current situation, they are outnumbered and have to rely on the power of a large number of knights charging to break through the blockade of the Boar Knights.

"Don't take it personally, Perini. The previous failure was just a coincidence."

Helwin did not blame Perini too much. He knew that even if he was in Perini's position, his first reaction would be to charge forward while the opponent was still unstable.

Besides, he will have to take the blame when he returns. If he runs away early, where can he find someone else to take the blame?

This failure can't be my fault, right?
Even if I am wrong, I must give it a chance to correct it. Perini is the price of correction.

"Sir, there is a large cloud of dust in the southeast direction. It seems that people from the main camp have come to support us."

"Oh?" Helwin was stunned for a moment. "They reacted quite quickly. Find a few knights to guide them and prevent them from colliding head-on with the Saviors."

"As ordered!"

Following the knights' instructions, an extraordinary knight took off his plate armor and led five squire knights to run towards the direction of the smoke.

When the Boar Rider saw a large group of cavalry approaching from the southeast, he immediately changed his scattered formation to a concentrated formation.

The leading extraordinary knight galloped towards the smoke with cheerful horse hooves.

Helwin sensed something was wrong; the knights' horses were running slower and slower.

Then in the blink of an eye, he turned around suddenly, waved here, and ran back.

An ominous premonition and the crisp sound of gunfire rose at the same time.

Helwin watched as the knights trembled as if they had been electrocuted, and then fell off their horses with blood all over their backs.

Passing the corpses on the ground, hundreds of Holy Gun Cavalry appeared in everyone's sight like a flash flood.

The Holy Grail flag representing the Saint is fluttering in the wind.

Saint Jeanne was at the front, with two heads hanging on both sides of the saddle, one for the adjutant who stayed in the camp and the other for Helwin's steward.

Helwin was restrained for three full seconds before he came back to his senses.

The southeast was blocked by the Holy Gun Cavalry, the southwest was blocked by the Salvation Army Infantry, and the northwest was blocked by Fort Moncruz.

They were surrounded, and their only escape route was northeast into Papal territory.

But wouldn't that be giving it away to the army stationed in Suangua Town for free? Going deep into enemy territory would only lead to a slow death.

Not only Helwin, all the knights reacted and looked at each other in panic.

At this point, even the dumbest person would understand that they were surrounded, and it was a standard three-sided encirclement with one side left.

Helwin took a deep breath and looked at the remaining knights: "You have seen the current situation. Our only way out is to fight to the death. You are all brave and noble knights. At this time, the only way for us is to unite..."

Not many people listened to Helwin's passionate pre-war speech, as the knights' attention was attracted by the shouts of the Holy Gun Cavalry and the Boar Knights.

“Kushites don’t fight Kushiites!”

"We only kill the Knights Templar! Hand over your weapons and surrender, and we will accept a ransom!"

"Whoever captures a Temple Knight will be released by us!"

"The Saint swears an oath as a witness that Kushites will not fight Kushites! Hand over your weapons and surrender without being killed!"

Count Enrico, who had been forced to do hard labor for three months by Jeanne, cried out in tears: "My family, the Holy Army asked me to tell you a message: Kushites do not fight Kushites!"

Amidst these shouts, a line of demarcation gradually emerged between the Kushites, those whose ancestors had Kush ancestry, and ordinary Ibe knights.

Surrounding Helwin were only the terrified Knights Templar, who held their weapons and looked vigilantly at all the greedy and cruel eyes.

"It's over!" After realizing the situation at the scene, Helwin's face turned paler than paper.

His impassioned speech turned into a low muttering: "It's over! It's all over!"

(End of this chapter)