Chapter 362: Battle of Black Mountain (VI)

The wind blew across his cheeks, blowing Nedsal's slightly curly black hair against his iron jaw guard.

His body rose and fell with the horse, and the green trees and berry bushes on both sides slipped away like phantoms.

He could hear the neighing of war horses and the battle cries of his companions. The 300 Cossacks who were charging in unison bent their bodies over the horses' backs, almost becoming one with them.

Behind them were 300 charging squire knights, struggling to follow their backs.

A short bright red cloak extended from under the silver-gray shoulder armor, swaying up and down in the fierce wind, and making crisp crackling sounds when it collided with each other.

Unlike the fanatical Ibe knights before, Nidsal's eyes were extremely clear.

He was an excellent rider and had enough courage to charge the enemy.

Unlike those dude knights of the Empire, who do not receive any training in riding, they instead have to drink Khan potions to be able to charge.

Nedsal only drinks Khan Potion or Spider Potion at the most critical moment.

The charge he led was different from the reckless charges of the previous knights.

After the Ibe knights launched the charge, he discovered that the battle formations on the left and right wings of the enemy had actually changed.

Whether it is the Flesh and Blood Royal Court or the Shen Ai Empire, there is a rule on the battlefield, that is, try not to change the formation unless necessary.

Because once the formation changes, the stupid infantry will be confused. They cannot understand the concept of direction and are very likely to reveal flaws.

Especially when the Cavaliers are attacking, they are more likely to make mistakes due to pressure.

Since the high ground on his right side where the enemy's left wing was located was too far away and difficult to charge, Niedersall decided to try to break the situation from the enemy's right wing.

The horse's hooves landed on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Jeshka stood on the biosynthetic armored vehicle (wooden plate vehicle) that had not been used for a long time, raised the telescope and stared into the distance in front of him.

Based on Jeshka's masculine gaze, just from the smoke and dust, he could roughly determine that the number of the enemy knights was between 400 and 600.

The army he relied on consisted of 1000 infantrymen, two low walls of wet mortar and a defensive chariot fort.

Holding the edge of the chariot, Jieshka jumped off the chariot and said, "Notify Coleman in the center. I just helped them. They have to help me. Launch an L-shaped shooting from the side."

As for Niedsal's attempt to use a charge to force a chaotic formation change, Jeshka was not worried at all.

One of the Salvation Army's training subjects is called infantry formation change under cavalry charge.

These war monks, who had lost their emotions after being beaten with wooden sticks by their instructors, paid little attention to the rumbling sound of horse hooves.

"Black Hat Sixth Regiment, Black Hat Fifth Regiment, retreat 20 yards and defend in fortifications and car bunkers."

"The Black Hat Sixth Legion!" Barnaby shouted loudly, "The 1st and 2nd Holy Gun Divisions will lead the way, turn left and enter the fortification area. The 3rd and 4th Holy Gun Divisions will immediately return to their original positions and return with the Long Gun Team."

"First Holy Gun Division!" The commander of the First Holy Gun Division gave the order, "Everyone turn left, follow the Second Holy Gun Division, and move forward quickly!"

The commands were passed down layer by layer, and the war monks marched in neat steps, following behind the division captains and brigade captains, completely ignoring the fact that their backs were exposed to the knights.

Under Nedsal's incredulous gaze, the war monks restored their original formation in less than half a minute.

They even changed their formation once again, from a horizontal column to a vertical column, and marched quickly towards the forts and fortifications behind them.

"Damn it, am I facing the royal guards?" Nedsal cursed with saliva flying everywhere.

It's not like they haven't seen this kind of organization and speed of changing formations before, but that only exists among the Emperor's Guards in the Royal Court.

They have nothing to do every day but dress up beautifully and perform formation changes and comedy-like fights on the training grounds, just like a large-scale dance.

In terms of speed, these rebels are much slower than the imperial guards.

But Nedsal had never thought that this kind of formation change could actually appear on the battlefield. He couldn't imagine how to change the formation of that large square formation.

He didn't care about much else and gave the order to switch to the charge in advance: "Change from a quick step to a run, grab the javelin and prepare to throw."

The Cossacks on horseback drew out javelins more than two meters long from their backs.

This javelin is made of tough and elastic ash wood, with a long needle-like tip at the front. Its main purpose is to break the shield.

The wind on Nedsal's face became stronger, and the scenes on both sides moved backward like phantoms. He raised the javelin in his hand. As he breathed, the muscles in his arms became more solid, and the muscles bulged and knotted, like dried beef, with the skin tightly attached to the muscles.

The breathing method allows the knights to greatly improve the neural recruitment ability of local muscles when they focus their attention.

This temporary improvement is the source of what the knights call extraordinary martial arts.

But this temporary improvement requires long-term training and is often a secret of a noble family. Although the breathing methods of some squire knights are not weaker than those of their masters, their combat effectiveness is far inferior.

“Woo-li-li-li—”

Making the clicking sounds of his native dialect, Niedsal arched his back to position himself, and his body was like a longbow, launching the heavy javelin in his hand.

The javelin left a shadow in the air, bypassed the chariot fort, and pierced into the chest of a war monk like a comet, and popped out from the lower back.

The war monk was knocked backwards to the ground, with a fishy-sweet liquid oozing out of his mouth and tongue.

The heavy javelin, which could originally only be thrown thirty meters, flew nearly ninety meters after being thrown by Niedsal.

The Cossacks also threw their javelins, the tips of which flashed with the dazzling light of the sun and landed on the chariot fort and the mortar wall.

About twenty of them fell into the fort, and in an instant seven or eight war monks who were shot through the body or arms fell down, covering their wounds.

Blood spurted out or slowly flowed from the corners of the mouth, and the huge force could even send a person flying.

Even the war monks who were numb to the battlefield could not help but shrink their bodies under the javelins whizzing past, for fear of being shot.

Amid the screams of the wounded, Nedsal suddenly heard a creepy creaking sound.

His sixth sense, honed over the years on the battlefield, allowed him to issue an order before he could even think: "Turn around, turn around, turn left!"

At Niedersall's command, the Cossacks in the front row turned to the left like a changing tide.

From the corner of his eye, Nedsal saw the black muzzles of guns rising above the forts and low walls.

But he ran away, and the knights following behind him were caught off guard and directly exposed to the guns of the Savior Army.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

"Bang bang bang-"

The circling Nedsal felt something whizzing past the edge of his cloak, and behind him came waves of painful cries.

While running quickly, he took the time to look back.

Nearly a hundred lead bullets were fired from the front and sides. The war horses stood up, and the accompanying knights covered their necks with their hands, and black blood spurted out of their mouths and noses.

The neatly-organized squire knights were scattered all over the place after a round of volleys of gunfire, and dozens of them were blown down on their backs by the invisible devil's wind.

Some of the squire knights were still charging under the effect of the potion, but unfortunately they were hit by another round of volleys as soon as they approached the fort.

As they slowed down out of fear, hundreds of spearmen poured out of the fort.

The faces of the men wearing iron helmets were so ferocious that no one could have guessed that they were farmers working in the fields three months ago.

"Kill! Drive out the devil and restore the righteous faith!"

"Devil's lackey, die!"

Hold the lower part of the spear with your left hand and the tail of the spear with your right hand, and move it forward while rotating.

"puff--"

The three-meter-and-a-half-meter-long spears, driven by the accelerated spearmen, pierced into the waists and abdomens of the knights.

Several squire knights fell down with screams, metal fragments and pieces of armor flying in the air, and thick blood gurgled out with bubbles from both ends of the gun blades.

More often than not, they were thrown off their horses, then had their hands and feet stepped on by the spearmen, their skirts lifted up or the collars of their armored uniforms torn open, and their soft skin stabbed hard with short swords or daggers.

Seeing that more than 300 squire knights were beaten and only 200 escaped, Niedsal gave up the attack on the right wing of the Salvation Army.

"You are still too impatient." Nidsal said to the adjutant beside him, "Let the infantry phalanx column move forward and press forward. Force them to use up their physical strength and magic power. And those car forts and stone walls, tear them down!"

(End of this chapter)