Chapter 361 Battle of Black Mountain (End of the First Battle)
"Praise the Holy Wind!"

The whistling sound of air passing through the balance hole spread from the left wing to the right wing. Wherever the whistling sound appeared, a holy gunner would be seen shaking violently and leaning back.

The firing rod and the gun barrel rubbed against each other violently, and sparks even came out of the muzzle.

There are 80 bullets in front, 40 bullets crossed on the left and right sides, and 120 bullets are flying in the air. Because of the kneeling front and standing back shooting method, the barrage is even heavier.

The crackling sound of lead bullets hitting armor made the knights and their horses panic.

The long line of knights, which had been running at full speed, suddenly paused.

The knights in the front row let out horrifying screams, their horses wailed and stood up, and clouds of blood rain rose up one after another.

These knights seemed to be hit by an invisible hammer, and some of them were even exaggeratedly knocked flying.

The knights in the back row hadn't noticed it yet. Some of them couldn't stop their horses and were tripped by the horse carcasses. Some of them rushed past the other fallen knights in a daze and then reined in their horses and turned around to watch.

Nearly twenty extraordinary knights were lying on the ground on horseback, covering their chests or arms, with broken armor and squirming flesh exposed on the wounds.

The remaining knights looked around frantically for the enemy.

"Is that the devil wind? Get out of the way!"

"It's all over, why are you hiding?"

"Let's go quickly. The Holy Lord will protect us."

"Let the priest cast the spell. What are we rushing for?"

Just as the extraordinary knights were trying to regroup from the chaos, Victor began to give orders again: "Holy Gunners, fire backwards, retreat to the rear of the spear phalanx."

In fact, whether shooting backward or forward, the action is still on the spot, so Victor had to add a sentence to command the direction of the Holy Gunners.

Amid the rustling sound of clothes and breastplates rubbing against each other, the holy musketeers in the first row stood up with the help of a short brace, hung it around their waists, turned around and walked backwards through the gap in the column.

The Holy Musketeers in the second row behind him put away their guns and followed the Holy Musketeers in the first row toward the back row.

After the first two rows of Holy Musketeers walked through the passage, the last three rows of Holy Musketeers took five steps forward in unison.

When the Holy Gunners who had finished firing reloaded and used the smelling salts, the Holy Gunners in the first two rows stood one by one again and aimed at the knights in front.

On this slope with an inclination of about 5°, while the Ibe knights were still hesitating, the second round of gunfire had already begun.

With a "bang", the branches hit the helmets of the Ibe Knights.

Bullets whizzed through the bushes, the crackling sound of popping beans rang out again, and people wailed as armor shattered.

Since the target this time was a fixed one, twenty people were hit because they were standing still.

They suffered nearly 20% casualties right from the start, which was a situation they had never encountered before when suppressing mobs.

As the effect of the medicine gradually wore off, the suppressed fear and terror surged into my heart again.

They came here to serve and take spoils of war, and it is a huge loss for them to die here without even a chance to pay a ransom.

I don't know who started it, but they quietly moved back a few steps. In just a few seconds, the psychological defenses of these Ibe knights collapsed as quickly as the array in reality.

The Hussars cheered and rushed out from the side of the battle formation, chasing the Ibe Knights like a tide.

Their main targets were the knights who were slightly injured and fell off their horses, and the knights who were carrying seriously injured people and trying to leave.

These knights with extraordinary human bodies were too difficult to kill, and they ran very fast. If it weren't for the hussars, it is estimated that after these two rounds of killing, less than one-third of the knights would have been actually killed.

For the slow-moving infantry, in addition to reconnaissance and harassment, an important role of the hussars is pursuit and finishing off the enemy.

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In front of the hillside, arrows flew back and forth, sometimes rising from the bottom of the slope and falling to the top of the slope, and sometimes rising from the slope and falling to the bottom of the slope.

The green grass was littered with broken arrows, and the Kushite knights fired volleys left and right, in a hurry and with great effort.

On a high ground two or three hundred meters away from the Kush Knights, 150 archers consisting of former forest rangers and hunters were shooting at the Kush Knights.

However, they have been shooting until now, and no one has been injured.

"Retreat?" Domenico shot an arrow at the towering slope, caught a glimpse of the smoke and dust from the center of the army, and turned back to ask the squires.

Although Domenico and his knights followed the charge, they did not attack the center together, but instead rushed towards the right wing (Horn's left wing).

Perhaps because they were attacking the relatively steep high ground on the right side (Hakuto's left wing army), their speed was not fast.

The Knights of Ibe were already engaged in battle with the Saviors, and their archers on the hillside and high ground were still shooting arrows at each other.

"Well, I've already retired."

"Are the Saviors in pursuit?"

"No."

"Alright, family!" Domenico shouted to the relatives around him, "We should shoot three arrows at the last minute to show our respect to Lord Zerlaken and Lord Nidsal. Let's go."

"Leave?" Several young Kush knights, who were pierced by several arrows because they rushed too far, asked in astonishment.

They rushed to Domenico with their horses between their legs, "Uncle, why are we leaving now when we haven't even charged yet?"

Domenico pulled an arrow out of their armor and stuck it in the gap of his shoulder armor: "What are you waiting for? Waiting for the banquet?"

"No, why?" A stubborn young Kush knight grabbed Domenico's reins, "If you don't explain clearly, I won't leave."

"You are rebelling, let go!"

"You must make it clear. This is a matter of knightly honor."

"Tsk!"

Domenico sighed and explained to these stubborn Kush knights, “Think about it, we have four situations in total.

The first is that the Ibe army won, we made efforts, a lot of people died, and a lot of people were injured.

But you can ask your family members, in this situation, can we get any credit?"

The young Kush Knight wanted to explain himself, but then he fell silent, perhaps remembering the conversation between his father and brother.

“The second scenario is that the Igbe Army wins and we don’t contribute anything, so we don’t get any credit but we don’t suffer any losses, which is the best.

The third scenario is that the Ibe army loses, which is the worst scenario.

We have made great efforts, lost many people, and suffered injuries. When the time comes, who do you think they will blame?
It can't be Lord Nidsal's fault, it can't be Archbishop Jinhe's fault, guess whose fault it is?"

"Don't guess, it's us." A middle-aged Kush knight with a greasy smell said as he walked, "Who didn't have a brave time when they were young? It's not that I'm cowardly, it's that bravery is useless."

"The fourth possibility is that the Ibe Army loses. We didn't contribute anything and didn't lose anything, but the Salvation Army said that Kushites don't fight Kushites..."

Domenico chuckled twice and said: "Our people are fine in Jeanne d'Arc, but many other knights have been hanged. Even if we lose our knighthood, at least we can save our lives.

Even if the Salvation Army fails, we will preserve our strength. They will suffer heavy losses and have to rely on us. By then, we will no longer be fish on the chopping board!"

These Kush knights who were on the battlefield for the first time seemed to have their worldviews refreshed. After hesitating for a while, they followed Domenico's steps in silence.

Just like their fathers and brothers before them, the knights under Domenico basically looked like this.

"Uncle, did you come up with all this on your own?" asked a young Kush knight.

Domenico didn't answer at first, but then he got tired of being asked and said sullenly, "My grandmother told me so. Can you rest assured now?"

The Kush knights slowly came down the hillside, and just as they reached the battle formation, they saw a messenger from the center army running towards them.

"What do you want, Lord Zelakon?"

"It was Lord Nidsal," the messenger corrected, "He ordered you to reorganize your formation and not attack the high ground. Instead, attack the enemy's left wing from the side without delay!"

"Where is Lord Nidsal?" After taking the warrant, Domenico grabbed the hand of the messenger who wanted to leave.

"Lord Nidsal has spotted a fighter plane and is attacking the enemy's right wing from the side!"

(End of this chapter)