Chapter 399 It must be Xie Xidon’s conspiracy!

"Sir, be careful——"

As soon as Musak walked out of the tent, he felt a pain in his left chest and his whole body involuntarily tilted to the left.

An exploding blood mist rose from Musak's left chest. Even though he was wearing a chain mail, his face instantly turned pale.

The guards around him immediately raised their round shields and protected Musak.

"Move aside, move aside, don't block the view."

Standing up with help, Musak looked around. The cold rain falling from the sky was about to flow into his heart.

The camp in front of him was filled with scenes of fighting, with squads of beastman hussars riding war horses galloping back and forth in the camp.

The knights and guards who did not have time to put on their armor were passed by by the afterimages while supporting and running, and blood arrows would shoot out from their necks.

"This is called bombing the camp. You call this bombing the camp?"

Musak couldn't help but scream.

Unlike Count Matei who played all night long, Moussak was always self-disciplined and went to bed on time. But just when he was sleeping soundly, a servant suddenly told him that the camp had exploded.

But when I got up and took a look, it was not the case at all.

The beastman hussars were spreading out in all directions, beating drums and gongs, trampling tents, and setting food and grass on fire.

They drew out their hanging sabers, and the long, curved blades cut through the air, accurately slicing into the bodies of the panicked knights and guards.

Unlike the knight's sword commonly used in the Empire, this special saber was more suitable for slashing actions during cavalry combat.

The curved shape is more conducive to drag cutting when moving at high speed.

During the chopping process, this design will not get stuck due to a straight-line stab, reducing the reaction force on the cavalry's wrist when chopping.

Occasionally, there were neatly dressed knights, but before they had time to gather together to form a battle formation, the Holy Gun Cavalry would rush forward.

Amid the sound of thumps and the wailing of war horses, he was pinned to the ground before he could even start to fight back.

The entire camp was in chaos.

"This is not a camp bombing, this is clearly a night attack!" Musak shouted angrily in a cold voice.

"Mr. Musak, what should we do?"

"Call the remaining knights who can fight, and we will go to Mount Geti to meet Tyrol!" Musak gritted his teeth and gave the order without hesitation.

At present, the entire camp was in chaos, and some knights even had their heads chopped off in their sleep.

It was pitch dark and rainy, so it was impossible to establish effective communication, let alone effective command. There was no point in staying here.

"That old fellow Shesidon must have secretly let a corner open and let them in on purpose." Running towards the stable, Musak still cursed in a low voice.

If it weren't for that old bastard Xie Sidon, they wouldn't be here.

Even if there was that Lightning Witch, it would be impossible for her to have no news at all if she came all the way from the other side.

Because if that was the case, the knights who brought the news should have arrived long ago. It was impossible for them to appear near their camp so suddenly.

Just because of a small personal grudge between him and Mr. Mizam, he ended up ruining the mission. This Xie Sidon was too inconsiderate.

In fact, Count Moussac's estimate of the speed of the cavalry's surprise attack was based on two points. The first was the weather.

On a rainy night like this, it is not suitable for cavalry to launch an assault. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to see the road clearly or that your horses' hooves will slip and you'll fall off your horses?

But this problem is not a big problem for the Holy Gun Cavalry.

It is not too difficult for Jeanna to see the ground clearly, and she can even use lightning to illuminate the way from time to time to lead the way.

As for the Holy Gun Cavalry, they are all favored by the Holy Ones, so it is no problem for them to use the excess holy power to drive the fluorescent stones to illuminate the light.

Torches are afraid of rain, so does glowstone also fear rain?

The second point is the issue of setting off again after capturing a camp. At a normal speed, it would be good to capture two camps in one night. There is no way we can reach the Musak camp in the rear.

This is because after capturing a camp, the knights will definitely rob the property.

But unlike what Count Mussac calculated, the Holy Gun Cavalry would not rob property after capturing a camp.

In other words, because the collective merit model was being implemented, and Horn was willing to put excellent accountants into the army as clerks at the expense of the operation of the Salvation Army government.

The spoils and goods obtained from the war will be distributed in full after the war, and the Holy Gun Cavalry will not have to rob any goods.

By achieving the first two points, the speed impact caused by wet and muddy ground can be offset.

This resulted in the Saint's cavalry setting out later than Count Mattei's deserters, and actually arriving earlier than them.

"You are so ignorant of the big picture, Sheshidon." Musak pressed his hand on his bleeding wound and climbed onto the saddle with difficulty. "Just wait, I will sue you to Feiliu Castle, I will sue you to the Holy See, I will sue you to the Holy See!"

Under Musak's organization, a cavalry squad of more than 30 people sneaked towards the Tyrol camp.

But before he had run a few steps, a burst of hurried horse hooves sounds came from the side.

Horse hooves trampled mud and water, and lightning illuminated everything.

A cavalry squad suddenly appeared in front of the Musak cavalry and charged straight towards them.

The leader was the Lightning Witch, who held the golden flagpole in her hand, which rose and fell with the leaping black horse.

"How to do?"

"Don't fight any more! Let's turn!" Musak responded as he turned his horse's head. From the sky, the two horse teams, one turned left and the other turned right.

A few seconds later, the cavalry turning right rushed straight into the rear of the Musak cavalry.

The lightning was like a ribbon of flashing white light, leaping and galloping among the cavalry, burning the horses and the fully armed knights on their backs.

The skin curled up, revealing pink flesh, and yellowish pus and blood flowed on the knights' bodies.

The knights around him were knocked over by the electric shock one by one, and their charred corpses fell from the horses, splashing mud and water on the ground.

Even though he had run so far, the witch behind him was still chasing him closely.

When only a dozen guards were left in the lead bullets and lightning, Musak suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted to the other knights, "You go ahead, I'll cover your rear."

"Your Excellency, you..."

"Hurry up and pass the news to Matej, Haenzke, and Tyrol. If these Holy Gun Cavalry dare to come, we will surround and annihilate them here!"

After saying this, Musak, along with his two followers, turned around and rushed towards Jeanne who was leading the way.

The distance of thirty meters was just a blink of an eye and both sides entered the most dangerous battle zone.

"devil!"

"Witch!"

Two roars sounded at the same time, and the sound of armor colliding rang through the ears.

At the moment of the battle, a flash of lightning appeared in the sky.

Musak closed his eyes involuntarily, but to Jeanne, who was accustomed to lightning, this was just the Holy Father striking a flint to light her way.

"Boom——"

The sound of thunder woke Musak from his confusion.

He felt a cold touch on his chest, and he lowered his head, looking at the flagpole swinging up and down on his chest.

The cartilage between his chest was shattered, and lightning, riding on water vapor, spread throughout his body, making him almost unable to move.

The feeling of the saddle under his buttocks disappeared completely, and Musak actually relived the feeling of weightlessness that he had not experienced in many years.

In full view of everyone, the untitled titled knight who was highly expected by everyone was pierced through the chest with one blow and fell on his back on the ground.

As for Jeanne who rushed forward, she gritted her teeth and pulled out the lance covered with blood from her shoulder.

Musak was indeed a knight of imperial decree who had touched the edge of the title. She was stabbed in the left shoulder, which was rare, and blood flowed down the crack.

"Count Mussac is dead, Count Mussac is dead!" Colebour suddenly shouted, and the rest of the Holy Gun Cavalry followed suit.

Originally, it was just the Holy Gun Cavalry who were shouting. In the end, the guards and knights who were resisting stubbornly took a quick look and saw that there was no one on Musak's horse.

The ground was littered with knights lying in all directions, twitching and wailing, and beastman hussars were everywhere, burning and killing people.

Is Count Moussac really dead? Then why fight?

"Count Moussac is dead, run away."

"Run away, run away, we are defeated!"

The guards and knights creatively added a sentence "Run away" after Count Mussac's death, which fully demonstrated the literary creativity of the believers.

Wherever the slogans reached, the guards dropped their weapons and fled, and the mountains and plains were filled with fleeing guards and knights.

Some people hid in pit toilets, some climbed trees, and some even jumped into the flooded river in panic.

The hussars cheered and began to chase the fleeing guards and knights.

Riding her horse in front of the old knight, Jeanna reached out and grasped the Holy Grail flag that Musak had taken off his horse with him.

She pulled, but it didn't move.

Blood mixed with stomach acid gushed out of his throat. Musak's hands were bulging with veins as he held Jeanne's lance tightly.

“Don’t be complacent. Cough, cough, cough—” Musak, choked by his own blood, roared weakly, “You are finished. You dare to go deep into here. You are surrounded on all sides…”

"You're a bit humorous." Jeanne slowly turned the gun barrel, occasionally loosening and tightening the flagpole, messing up Musak's internal organs.

It has to be said that high-level knights are really hard to kill. A normal person would have died or fainted from the pain long ago, but Musak was not only conscious, he could even speak.

“Haha, hahahaha.” Although he couldn’t finish his words due to the pain, Musak still laughed viciously, “To the south of me is Count Matei, to the northeast is my friend Count Tyrol on Mount Geti, and to the northwest is Knight Hahnzke…

The knights who just escaped have gone to inform them that you are surrounded. Even if I die, you can't escape!"

After hearing what Musak said, Jeanna's expression froze. She slowly turned her head and said, "Kolebo!"

"What do you think? Am I still humorous? Haha - haha ​​-" Musak laughed so hard that blood came out of his nose.

At this time, Colebour came riding on a horse: "What's wrong?"

Jeanne took out the parchment, pointed to the two locations on it, and said with a smile: "The last two camps have finally been found. Send the Hussars to scout these two locations immediately."

"Really?" Colebour shouted in surprise. "Great... I'll take the team there myself."

"Okay, go and come back quickly!"

“…Ah?” Musak, who was on his deathbed, raised his head and opened his eyes wide, “Ah?! No, no, you lied to me, you must have lied to me!!!”

(End of this chapter)