Chapter 396: Kolebo, Blow the Trumpet

After the previous two attacks, the speed of these Kasha County knights had obviously dropped significantly.

In the sudden charge, the lances penetrated the breastplates of the Holy Gun Cavalry, while the hammers smashed heavily on the helmets of the Kasha Knights.

The galloping lead bullets charged forward along with the Holy Gun Cavalry. The sound of dense weapon clashes continued to ring out, and broken blades flew in the air.

The fighting of cavalry is different from that of infantry. If the infantry is two walls colliding with each other, then the fighting of cavalry is like the shuttles flying back and forth on a loom.

After the first staggered charge, Maurice shouted and gathered the Kasha knights again.

After turning their horses' heads, the Holy Gun Cavalry formed up at a speed they had never expected, and once again collided with the Kasha Knights.

Hammers and lances were galloping past each other, and from time to time there would be a sudden gunshot, and then a knight would fall down, holding his throat or chest.

The horizontal lightning was the nightmare of the knights. They would be knocked down by the electric current along with their horses, or the unarmored squire knights would have their brains pierced by the lightning.

The scorching lightning melted the chain mail into molten iron, which flowed on the ground and burned the war horses so much that they whinnied.

Their hair stood on end, and even trained war horses would still show their most cowardly temperament in the face of lightning.

"Witch, the symbol of the devil! The concubine of the demon!" The leading old knight Maurice couldn't help but curse after he counted the dead and wounded knights for the second time.

Among the more than eighty knights, there are only more than fifty left, and more than twenty of them have fled and lost their combat effectiveness.

At first glance, it seemed that the enemy's Holy Gun Cavalry did not suffer many casualties.

Holding his aching ribs from being hit by the witch's hammer, Maurice looked hatefully at the Holy Gun Cavalrymen who were organizing their formation at an unusual speed.

They were just a group of squire knights. In the past, Maurice would not even look at them, but today he beat them into such a miserable state.

What Maurice couldn't understand was actually very simple when it came to the battle.

When a knight charges, in order to ensure that the lance in his hand can accurately pierce the enemy's chest, he must always keep the lance in his hand.

As for the Holy Gun Cavalry, they can adopt almost any posture to deal with the impact of the lance, even lying on the horse's back after firing a lance.

In this situation, unless the Extraordinary Knights drew their swords and engaged in close combat, it would be difficult to cause damage to the Holy Gun Cavalrymen lying on their horses.

This means that the Holy Gun Cavalry, with lighter armor and faster speed, are more flexible than ordinary knights.

Three cavalry squads with such strict discipline that courage seemed meaningless, although their breathing techniques and extraordinary martial arts were generally inferior to those of the opponents, were able to kill more than 20 enemies with only single-digit losses.

Although the number of Kasha Knights exceeded that of the Holy Gun Cavalry reinforcements, the enemy was always able to outnumber them in actual combat.

In other words, many Kasha knights did not show their combat effectiveness at all, but merely served as cheerleaders.

Maurice could clearly feel that the morale of the knights around him was wavering. The most obvious manifestation was that the charging speed of the knights in the first row was getting slower and slower.

Raising his chin, Maurice clearly saw through the gap in his bucket helmet that the infantry knights had already rushed into the doorway.

The gate was never closed, and only a thin layer of defense remained.

Seeing that Xiaochi City is about to be captured, should we escape at this time?
With such a great achievement right before his eyes, if he were to be driven away by this group of peasant cavalrymen, all the honor and reputation that Maurice had accumulated over the years would be lost.

Most of the Kushites in Kasha County had joined the Brago Monastery, and as a Kush knight, he was already under tremendous pressure and suspicion.

If he lost to the Saviors here, all the heavy price he paid would be wasted.

Maurice's teeth were grinding as he shouted to the people around him, "Pass it on. I'll be the vanguard and charge at the witch. Just focus on shooting arrows when you're close. Don't worry about the other cavalry."

After a brief command, more than fifty knights set off again, but compared to the first time, their momentum was much weaker.

Sprint, accelerate, rush!
The hot wind brought warm, irritating moisture into Maurice's mouth and nose. He bent down, raised the lance in his hand, and breathed regularly.

"Fire arrows!"

At a distance of thirty steps, Maurice roared.

Dozens of arrows whizzed by like a wave, covering Jeanna and her horse Radish like a swarm of bees.

"Your Highness!" Colebour exclaimed, and without caring about the condition of the warhorse, he directly stabbed the horse's belly with the spurs on his boots and galloped towards Jeanne.

Jeanna, who was surrounded by a rain of arrows, stretched out her hand covered with sword calluses. A majestic white light condensed in her palm, and tiny blue electric snakes screamed and bit the arrows.

White smoke rose from the arrow shafts, and long arrows shot into the lightning like moths to a flame.

Dozens of arrows, any that could cause harm to Jeanna, were shot down as soon as they entered the electric snake area.

But after the white light, the warhorse under Maurice leaped up and galloped towards him with all four legs in the air.

"Ah--" His muscles rolled and twitched like waves, from the waist and back to the right hand, and the speed of the warhorse he was sitting on was completely transformed into the impact force of the lance.

At the moment the white light disappeared, the lance, carrying the air smelling of rotten eggs, stabbed towards Jeanne's chest.

The saint in front of him was a beat slower. The spear in her hand bent into a semicircle under the huge force and shot towards Maurice who was rushing towards her.

The spear head collided with the flagpole, sparks flew, and the friction sound between the wooden poles was like the sound of a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The two spears pierced each other diagonally, causing Jeanna to lower her body, tilt her head slightly, and shrug her shoulders.

The lance brushed past the breastplate on the reverse slope and passed by her ear, with the shaft of the lance only a hair's length away from her earlobe.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them passed each other amid the clanging sound of metal rubbing against each other.

Jeanna pulled back the lance with her right hand, shook it casually, and the deep red "wine" fell out from the golden chalice on the battle flag.

The sound of blood and heavy objects falling to the ground was heard from behind Jeanne. The old knight, like countless rookie knights, slid off the horse's back, holding his heart.

With his back against the yellow mud, he lowered his head, looked at the armor with a hole in his chest, and looked up at the sky in confusion and disbelief.

His eyes were blurry and his throat was filled with a sweet and fishy taste, but the echo of "impossible" still lingered in his mind.

This kind of split-second lance duel relied only on instinctive control of breathing and extraordinary martial arts.

There were no tricks or strategies, just a pure showdown of cavalry combat techniques.

But he actually lost. Even if he was the chief among the local flag knights, it was impossible for him to be defeated like this.

But this yellow-haired girl did it. In other words, this little girl in front of him actually got close to the Knight of the Imperial Order.

She is only seventeen years old!

Collebot, who was rushing towards Jeanne, rode his horse slower and slower until his hoof touched the corner of Maurice's clothes.

He looked at the old knight on the ground in astonishment. The old knight was facing the sky with lifeless eyes, and his calves were flexing and contracting unconsciously on the ground.

It was not until this moment that Colebour suddenly realized that although Jeanne often used lightning as a weapon, people would forget that she also had extraordinary martial arts skills.

Only a few Gulag veterans knew that Jeanne herself was a genius knight with monstrous talents.

Even though she had lost her witch ability of lightning, this female knight who had undergone Saint Dange training was able to suppress all knights below the command with her own strength.

The most terrifying thing is that it only took Jeanna one year to go from an ordinary brute-force country girl to her current level.

A series of gunshots rang out again, and five or six knights fell off their horses wailing, marking the end of the third cavalry battle between the two sides.

This time, the cavalrymen who crossed each other should have turned around and fought again after rushing out about a hundred meters.

But it seems that in order to win a larger battlefield space, they think that one hundred meters may not be enough, and it needs to be farther, such as one thousand meters or two thousand meters, which is undoubtedly a good choice.

In the dull eyes of the escort knights who dismounted to fight at the city gate, the remaining knights who ran back and forth turned around, raising dust and running farther and farther away.

Then, it disappeared behind the slope and the woods.

No, man, you guys ran away, what about us?
The only answers to their fear were the sun sticks smashing down on them and the crossbow arrows flying towards them.

"Kolebo, Kolebo!"

After waking up Colebour, who was in a trance, Jeanne's lower body was twisted to the right by the horse, but her head was turned to the left and she shouted to Colebour, "Blow the horn."

"What trumpet?"

"Of course it's the horn of reinforcements." Jeanne pushed her helmet up and smiled brightly, "Didn't you see it?"

Following the direction Jeanne pointed, Colebour squinted his eyes for a few seconds before nodding in sudden realization.

Between the hills and the woods, hundreds of Holy Gun Cavalrymen, their helmets fluttering, ran towards them.

This is the second batch of Holy Gun Cavalry. There will be the third and fourth batches of cavalry, and they will all arrive before dusk.

This most thrilling encounter at the beginning ended within half an hour with Jeanne's lightning.

"Dududu-"

Taking out the trumpet from his waist, Colebo puffed out his cheeks and blew the trumpet loudly, spreading the fierce sound throughout the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)