Chapter 370: Battle of Black Mountain (XIV)
July 1445 was a hot summer.

The ice condensed by the frost spell will melt quickly, and the spell of turning mud into stone can only condense once when it encounters mortar, and the rest of the mud needs to be cast continuously.

Once the wizard died, the escape route that Nedsal left for himself would be cut off.

Nidsal regrets it now, very much.

He had previously thought that the outcome of the battle was decided and that it could be ended quickly, so he did not leave any guards for these wizards.

When the battle reached a stalemate, his attention was entirely focused on how to break the formation and the duel with the Holy Gun Cavalry, ignoring the existence of the wizards.

It was the first time for Nedsal to use wizards on his own battlefield, and he made a mistake after all.

"Tsk, we've been discovered." Colebour looked at Jeanne, whose hair was flying beside him, "Your Highness, we can attack now."

"Stick to them!" Pointing the battle flag in her hand at the Cossacks not far away, Jeanna's passionate voice rang in the ears of every Holy Gun Cavalryman.

At Jeanne's command, these Holy Gun Cavalry quickly turned into dozens of Holy Gun Cavalry squads.

This time they did not use the original group charge, but instead switched to the relatively old squad impact tactics.

In the previous battle, Jeanne found that group charge could not bring out the advantages of the Holy Gun Cavalry.

Holy Gun Cavalry is more flexible and faster than ordinary extraordinary knights.

Similar to Horn's organization of the large square into small horizontal formations of infantry, the Holy Gun Cavalry divided into small formations can maneuver more flexibly than knights of the same level.

Her body swayed with the movement of her horse, and Jeanna lowered her helmet to block the sunlight from her eyes.

The warm and cold currents in the breathing method constantly interact between the mouth and nose, and the slightly tired body quickly regains energy.

"Attack from both wings, don't let them get away." Golden light lit up at the sound of the Holy Grail flag, followed by the unanimous shouts of the Holy Gun Cavalry.

"Expel the demon!"

A dozen thin streams of smoke and dust quickly rushed to the flanks of the Cossacks, encircling them from both sides.

The two wings of Nicossack automatically sent out dozens of knights to intercept these Holy Gun Cavalry.

The javelin shot through the air, flying past the shoulders, legs and even armpits with blood.

But these Holy Gun Cavalrymen didn't feel anything. They still lay on their horses, staring intently at the enemies in front of them.

This made many Cossacks feel frightened. These cavalrymen were so ferocious that they regarded their own lives as nothing. They were just like the Undead Knights under the Vampire Duke.

In the Salvation Army, if you want to become a Holy Gun Cavalryman, you must be able to ride a horse, have breathing skills, and have holy power.

Horn put forward an implicit condition - knights with deep hatred would be given priority.

Horn thought that this hidden condition would eliminate many people, but it turned out that a large number of people were eliminated by riding horses.

For the Niedersacks, this was just a battle for salary and the favor of Lord Niedersar.

For the Holy Gun Cavalry, this is a war to defend their homeland and even more a holy war to expel the devil.

As the javelins flew, the speed of the Holy Gun Cavalry increased instead of decreasing.

The Holy Gun Cavalrymen in the front row pulled out their heavy cavalry guns from their boots. The strong wind blew past their ears, and they could hear and see nothing.

Only the squeezing sound of gears and ratchets seemed clear enough to be right next to their ears, and the hot wind passed through their chests.

They are waiting, waiting for the last signal.

A blazing white light rose from the back of the running carrot, and like a bolt from the blue, it swept across the four knights who were blocking their way.

Without any moral principles, she cast all her lightning on the four horses in front of her, and with her exquisite horsemanship, she rushed through the gaps between the horses' falls.

Luobo raised his hoof and neighed so painfully that he was so scared that he messed up the rhythm of his steps.

Lightning cracks appeared on the skin of the four war horses, and a faint smell of roasted meat lingered in their noses. The four Nikossacks were thrown out before they could figure out what was happening. They flew high up, five or six meters away, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The armor bounced against the ground and they rolled another four or five meters before they stopped due to the pull of bushes and grass leaves.

Although they were not dead, most of their bodies were bloody and sharp scales pierced their bronze skin. The Cossacks on the ground groaned unconsciously.

"emission!"

After the lightning, gusts of lead bullets blew over the knights of Nidsal like a strong wind.

Nedsal didn't want to get involved, but seeing the chaos in the back row, he couldn't help but give the order.

"This damn unclean witch." Looking at the increasingly chaotic formation, Nidsal gritted his teeth and growled, "Faramas, take a hundred Nikossack knights to stop them."

The obedience of the Nikossacks was very high. At Niedsal's command, within a dozen seconds, a hundred Nikossacks left the queue and rushed towards the Holy Gun Cavalry.

Niedersall and the remaining 130 Cossacks rushed towards the Hussars.

The horse's hooves leaped and crushed the branches and lumps of earth on the ground.

Niedersall recklessly increased his pace to a charge, just to catch up with the Hussars before they could reach him.

Because the Hussars were wearing light armor or even no armor, even though their horses were of inferior quality, they were still able to bypass Needsal and reach the traitor wizards.

Perhaps the most important factor in determining the outcome of a battle is timing.

I was delayed by Jeanne, maybe just ten seconds.

But in just these ten seconds, the Hussars had already approached the wizards.

These wizards had previously used up all their magic power in creating the road. They stood up in despair, their legs trembling, and tried to cast spells again.

But how could the leader Pasrick let them take action? As a great wizard, no one knew how to cast spells better than him.

Holding the saber, Pasrick was both reluctant and angry, but these emotions would never be left on people on the battlefield.

Under Nedsal's desperate eyes, wherever Pasrick went, at least three wizard slaves' heads flew into the air, and blood spurted out from their necks with exposed bones.

Seeing this, Nedsal immediately made a decision that it was too late for them to rescue those traitorous wizards.

"Go!" Turning his horse's head, Nedsal did not continue to try to intercept.

He blew a whistle, and the Cossacks on the other side who were left behind immediately moved towards Niedsal.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

"Attack from the front." Nidsal's heart was bleeding when he made this decision. "This is the only way. Before their boar longbowmen fire their weapons."

You know, the meaning of a frontal attack is that at least half of the Kossacks will die on the battlefield.

After paying such a huge price, the final result was just a draw, with both sides suffering heavy casualties.

Hearing the shouts of the night guards, Niedsal hardened his heart. As long as he could survive, he would be able to form another group of Nikossacks sooner or later.

Cossacks were rare, but cheap desert nomad slaves were plentiful.

"Let's break through from the front." Niedsal looked at the Cossacks in front of him, "We have to pass through the two most elite squadrons of the rebels and join our guards."

If the situation was still good, then the guards could take the opportunity to charge into the enemy camp... Nedsal shook his head. He was so desperate that he actually came up with such a ridiculous idea.

It was good enough that the guards did not allow the rebels to take advantage of the opportunity to break into the enemy camp.

The remaining 200 or so Cossacks immediately rushed down the slope towards the two elite guards in front of them.

(End of this chapter)