Chapter 369: Battle of Black Mountain (Thirteen)
The clear sound of horse hooves rang beside his ears, but Mormont did not look up. He knew that it was the Holy Gun Cavalry led by Saint Jeanne.

Or rather, the wizard cavalry led by the witch Jeanne.

At the beginning, the Joan Party once proposed the idea of ​​researching a spell that could be cast quickly, and then training wizards as cavalry to fight against knights.

It’s a pity that they have neither magic nor horses.

As the junction of subtropical and tropical climates, Black Snake Bay, which is full of monsters, wild beasts, swamps and forests, is really not suitable for raising horses.

Moreover, as descendants of fugitives, pagans and wizards, the people of Black Snake Bay are inherently resistant to becoming "knights".

For the wizards in the secret party of Black Snake Bay, "no cooperation with the Empire or the Church" is an iron rule.

The original founders of the Secret Party came to Black Snake Bay with endless hatred for the Empire and the Church and swore this oath.

They made this oath specifically to prevent future secret parties from becoming corrupted by the church.

The consequences of breaking the oath are equally serious. For the secret party with softer means, the betrayer is usually beheaded.

For some of the more cruel members of the Ruoan Party, but no names were mentioned, they offered a series of options such as lingchi (death by slicing) and human pigs, and their families were exiled along with them.

The wizard, who was born in Black Snake Bay, was taught to hate the Empire and the Church since childhood.

Under this iron rule, for decades, the number of wizards who rebelled each year never exceeded thirty.

Even in the wizards' slave camps, those wizards refused to accept any remuneration while working, because that meant cooperating with the empire or the church.

Even if no one knows about it, if you meet a psychic wizard or witch one day, you will be in big trouble.

"Ka--" The fireball crossbow in front was bumped by the rocks, but Mormont still didn't look up.

Gritting his teeth and pushing the fireball crossbow, he stepped forward with all his might.

Since the horses were used to pull Horn's leather clockwork cannon, they could only choose this most primitive method to push the fireball crossbow to the predetermined crossbow position.

The wheels rolled over the ground, crushing the grass and emitting a pungent grassy smell.

The cool smell of grass actually increased the heat in Mormont's heart.

Before the war, this battle plan was distributed to many professionals for discussion in accordance with Horn's instructions.

Based on Horn's previous experience, plans that have not been widely discussed among professionals are likely to go wrong.

The Papal States had made a fool of itself more than once before.

After all, this proposed plan is reasonable in theory, but it may not be feasible in practice.

The review of the "wizard factor impact" of the battle plan was done by Pasrick and Mormont.

Based on the iron rule of "non-cooperation", the two made a "very appropriate" judgment for the planned location.

Although Mormont didn't know what Pasrick's face looked like now, he could probably guess that it was not very good.

At this point, he still found it hard to believe that his companions in the wizard slave camp would stand on Nedsal's side.

Mormont knew nearly all of them!

Did they forget how Nidsal enslaved them? They had not rebelled for more than a decade despite threats and inducements, so why did they suddenly rebel today?

What happened happened, and all Mormont could do was to make up for it.

"We've reached the crossbow position, stop!"

Raising his sweaty head from behind the ballista, Mormont gripped the staff on the lever of the ballista without stopping, and the hot breath immediately spread around.

"Astrologer, where is your horoscope? Tell your fortune quickly."

"Don't rush me, don't rush me, I'm counting!"

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"There's a second round?"

Horn put down the telescope in his hand, and his surprised voice was drowned out by the orderly footsteps around him.

He was even more surprised than Nidsal: "How did these hand cannon monks fire a second shot? They can even stand!"

The cannon monk who fired the second cannon last time is still drooling, pissing and covered in mud in the sanatorium.

These hand cannon monks can actually raise their crescent axes and charge with the spearmen? !

If it was just one person, it could be explained as an adrenaline rush, but when a whole brigade came together, it was a bit abnormal.

If we can win this battle, after the war I must ask the captain of the hand cannon brigade in detail how he did it.

However, whether the hand cannon brigade performs exceptionally well or not actually has little impact on the battlefield itself. When Niedsal led all the Nikossacks and his squire knights to charge at the right wing army, his flaws were exposed.

After the previous fast march, Horn should have arrived long ago, but he did not choose to appear behind Djeshka to support him, but ran to the front of the right wing military vehicle fort. Unlike most people who think that the battle between Djeshka and Nidsal is the key point, Horn believes that his position is the key to victory or defeat on the battlefield.

The telescope slowly turned, and a 30X60 column of night guards and leather-armored sergeants were marching quickly towards Horn's right wing.

After repelling a charge from Zelaken's squire knights, Victor in the center army successfully received support from two legions led by Hakuto on the left wing.

The archers were left at Hakuto's original position, and they were passionately exchanging fire with the Kush knights who were still slacking off.

The eight legions changed from their original diamond-shaped formation in the front to a crescent-shaped formation diagonally to the right, and all the forces of both sides began to shift to the positions on the northwest side.

The two Guards Corps stood firmly in front of the fort, one in front of the other, just before Horn raised the telescope.

A sea of ​​armor and chain mail leaped before his eyes, and upright harpoons and spears flashed in the scorching sun at noon.

"Is the fireball crossbow ready?" Horn pulled the Blood Cloud from his belt.

"The fireball crossbow is in place."

"And the Hussars?"

"Not even close."

"Where are Jeanne and the Saint-Lancery?"

"They are about to engage in battle with the Nikossack Knights. No, they have already engaged in battle with the Nikossack Knights."

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"It's okay, I'm fine."

Pushing aside the other Nikossacks who had helped him up, Niedsal let out a meaningless roar.

Seeing that their commander was safe and sound, the Cossacks immediately gave a high-spirited war roar.

Mounting his warhorse again, he spat a mouthful of blood foam onto the ground and forced himself to suppress the remaining fear in his heart.

As soon as he engaged the Holy Gun Cavalry, a lead bullet narrowly missed his octagonal cone-top helmet.

Although it did not cause him much damage, the loud noise when the lead bullet passed by caused black blood to flow from his ears and eyes.

Until now, he heard all sounds as if there was a membrane between them.

I shouldn't have hesitated just now, Nedsal thought bitterly as he tore off a strip of cloth from his body to wipe the blood off the lance.

In the end, it was his suspicious nature and his desire to be fully prepared before fighting that ruined him. Just because he hesitated for ten seconds, the Holy Gun Cavalry caught up with him.

The Cossacks in the front row had just been blown by the holy wind, and were naturally pierced by a wave of attacks, and the squire knights fled for their lives.

Niedsal had no choice but to lead the remaining Nicossacks and his squire knights to charge forward. The two sides fought back and forth before they reorganized their formations.

However, these Holy Gun Cavalrymen did not get what they wanted. The Nikossacks were all knights with the lowest level of breathing skills, and each of them was a square flag knight.

Most of the Holy Gun Cavalrymen only have two to four breathing methods. The only thing worth fearing is their indestructible holy wind.

At a distance of ten meters, even a square-flag knight would fall off his horse if he was shot.

However, in the just-concluded exchange of attacks between the two sides, only more than 20 Cossacks were killed or wounded, while nearly 50 of the Holy Gun Cavalry were killed or wounded.

Should we retreat? Niedsal hesitated again.

It took him only a few seconds to hear the battle cry of the infantrymen charging forward, and he made up his mind again - it was not time to retreat yet.

"Prepare to charge...wait!" Nedsal narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Savior soldiers who looked up from time to time.

He seemed to have thought of something, raised his head, and looked around in the sky.

In the sky, a giant sand-yellow eagle circled repeatedly, making rapid calls.

He was so absorbed in the battle just now, coupled with the harassment from Lead Bullet, that Nedsal didn't notice it until now.

He understood what was meant and looked to the side and back, just below the center of the swirling sand sculpture.

It was a cavalry unit of about a hundred men, not wearing any armor, advancing silently amid the deafening shouts of killing.

At some point, a troop of about a hundred hussars appeared at the edge of the battlefield, hiding under the shade of the trees.

Hidden in the shade of the trees, the fast-moving Hussars appeared at the edge of the battlefield...

When these three key words were combined together, Nedsal felt his face go numb and his hands and feet trembled slightly, which was a sign that blood was flooding his face.

The target of these Hussars is not themselves, but the traitor wizards in the distance!

A surge of blood rushed to his head, and in a dizzy state, he immediately gave an order: "Forget it, hurry up, turn back and intercept those hussars."

(End of this chapter)