Chapter 413: Will the Salvation Army lose if it doesn’t fight a positional battle?
Seeing the mercenary knights fleeing in all directions on the battlefield, Countess Marika stood there in a daze.

This is completely different from what she imagined!

In her opinion, although the fireball crossbow was good, its range was not high after all. It was a huge flaw to just push it outside the battle formation.

Sending some light cavalry to launch a feint attack, even if they just circle around a few times, would be enough to scare away the wizards and others operating the crossbow carts.

But what did she see now? The flood of hired knights failed to scare the infantry at all!
However, those Holy Gun Cavalrymen, who had a simple aura, actually drove the mercenary knights back like a tide with just one charge.

The silver chain mail was covered with dark red blood, and the rebel "squire knights" wearing breastplates pulled out wooden and iron rods from their boots.

Sparks flew as the gears turned and there was a loud noise. Then a knight fell to the ground with his body stiffened.

Shards of armor flew in the air, and all the mercenary knights became frightened birds. Some fell to the ground trembling, while others fled desperately with bleeding holes on their bodies.

The scene before her was enough to make Countess Marika gasp.

You have six hundred extraordinary people, and you were defeated so easily?
"Go back, go back!"

Ignoring the servants' obstruction, Marika rushed out on her horse, whipping the fleeing mercenary knights with the whip in her hand: "I paid you such a large sum of money, and this is how you fight?"

"They know witchcraft, Countess." The panting mercenary knights complained, "Why not let the monks suppress them with divine magic first and then fight them."

"If the monks can run so far to perform magic, then what do I need you for?!"

There was spittle hanging from the corners of Countess Marika's bright red mouth, and the unfortunate leaders of the mercenary knights were all covered in spit.

After being scolded like this, many mercenary knights looked unhappy.

The inferior medicine Marika provided them not only had poor efficacy but also had side effects. Why is she blaming them?

But considering Marika's family background, these mercenary knights captains still endured it.

"Lord Marika, you'd better retreat back to the formation!" The mercenary knight named Desai squeezed over with sweat on his forehead, "The rebel cavalry are charging over here."

Sure enough, like a flock of sheep being driven by wolves, hundreds of mercenary knights were actually driven by these holy gun cavalry to charge towards the main camp.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Count Coma rode his horse back and forth in front of the formation, but there were still seventeen or eighteen mercenary knights whose horses lost control and rushed into his own infantry formation.

A dozen guards were knocked flying, and before the fight officially started, their tendons and bones were broken by the hooves of their own people's horses.

The wounded rolled on the ground wailing, covering their arms and chests and crying and wailing exaggeratedly.

The sound of neat hoofbeats was getting closer. Marika had not noticed anything just now because she was so excited. But now she realized that she was too far forward.

Seeing the cavalrymen rushing towards her with iron rods and hammers, Marika screamed, "Hurry, hurry up!"

The beast-like Xia'an horses wailed in pain and ran wildly towards the main camp on all fours. Behind them were hundreds of mercenary knights running madly.

From this perspective, it looked like she was leading the mercenary knights to charge towards her own position.

Lying on the horse's back in a desperate situation, the fat on Marika's face couldn't stop shaking.

Marika tried her best to avoid this indecent posture, but she couldn't care less when it came to her life.

This Cheyenne horse was indeed a good horse that had been carefully selected. Carrying Baroness Marika, it could actually run faster than the hired knights and rushed all the way back to the camp.

The mercenary knights were forced to collide with their own local extraordinary knights. Stray bullets whizzed past the front of their positions, and several extraordinary knights were knocked down in a daze.

They have never fought against the Saviors, so where have they seen this kind of weapon?

The cavalry formation on the right wing was still in chaos, and there was trouble among the infantry in the center.

Returning with Marika were ten fireballs from the second round.

However, perhaps the gradually appearing smoke on the battlefield and the previous charge of the mercenary knights still caused some interference to the astrologers.

Of the ten fireballs in this round, three missed their target and one hit the baggage cart.

In the blazing flames of the baggage wagon, six fireballs once again cast flames onto nearly a hundred people, and black smoke and flames once again engulfed the large infantry phalanx.

Marika, with a dusty face, finally walked out of the chaotic right-wing cavalry formation. Looking at the main knights of her family who had to go out to drive away the Holy Gun Cavalry, Marika gritted her teeth.

"Ms. Marika, are you okay?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Marika asked Count Koma as soon as she saw him: "Can we launch an all-out attack? This is already the second round of fireballs. If we don't attack now, when will we attack?"

Count Coma turned his head and looked at Arman in the distance, and just sighed when he turned his head.

Marika raised her eyebrows and wanted to respond again, but after just a few seconds, she fell silent again.

She had insisted on attacking, but ended up being defeated by a team of mercenary knights.

After a wrong command, her voice was greatly reduced, and there was no point in saying more at this moment.

Marika's mood improved a little when she saw her morosely kick the manservant who was blocking her way and break his neck.

"Well, Lord Mizam must have a special meaning... Under the watchful eyes of the Holy Lord, we will definitely win... Don't take what happened to you just now to heart..."

As Count Koma kept on persuading her, the anger on Marika's face gradually disappeared, and she raised her right hand to interrupt Count Koma's words. "Hush, did you hear that?" Marika raised her head, and her eyes, which were squeezed into green beans by fat, turned towards the direction of Rapid City.

Count Comar listened attentively for a while, then asked blankly, "What did you hear?"

"The sound of the bell." Marika walked out of the shed quickly and trotted in that direction. "It's the sound of the bell coming from Rapid City."

"What does this bell mean?" Count Koma's tall and strong body looked like his little servant next to Marika.

“That’s, that’s…” Marika’s eyes widened.

"It's the bell sound of the fall of Rapid City!" On the other side of the army, Alman excitedly said to Mizam, "Reverend Mizam, listen quickly! Rapid City has been broken!"

"Yeah." Mizam said lightly, sitting cross-legged on a big rock with a blanket under his butt.

Alman, who was already unable to hold back, could not bear it any longer. The third round of fireballs immediately hit their heads. If they did not fight back, the infantrymen would really collapse.

“Sir Mizam, the city of Rapid City has been breached, so we should take advantage of their distracted state to launch an attack.

If we don't attack now, by the time they react, wouldn't it be meaningless?"

"Why do you always feel that they are uneasy?" Mizam finally opened his eyes. "Do you still think of them as rebels?"

Alman was puzzled by Mizam's question: "If we don't regard them as rebels, then what should we regard them as?"

Mizam glared at Alman in disappointment and looked at the fireball crossbow that was undergoing the third round of reloading in the distance: "Were we beaten into this state by the rebels? Can the rebels wipe out an entire command company?"

"Uh……"

“A year ago, they were just a bunch of stupid mobs, but they were able to defeat the church’s siege twice and capture the Gulag Monastery.

Nine months ago, they were chased by the imperial order, but miraculously escaped the siege and fled into the Blackbone Swamp.

Half a year ago, they suddenly appeared in the Kush Territory, led thousands of mortal mobs to attack and behead the Duke of Kush, and once again escaped from the Imperial Order Company.

Three months ago, they left the Blackbone Swamp, and in just one winter, they trained an army that could defeat the extraordinary and even wiped out an entire Command Company!

Over the next three months, they miraculously suppressed all rebellions in the country and successfully ruled the territories of the two townships.

In the end, he even defeated the Ibe Knights of Jinhe Township, including the titled Knight Nidsal of the Red Copper Fortress. "

"Give them another three months, can you imagine where they will go?"

Standing up from the blanket, Mizam's eyes, which had always been drooping, suddenly opened wide: "A year ago, we only needed a team of hired cavalry to deal with them.

But now we have to be forced to stay still, do you know what this means?"

He had some realization in his heart, but Arman pretended not to notice and said, "What?"

"When the forces are equal or close in strength, we have lost the ability to take the initiative to attack, because as long as we reveal a flaw, the enemy can be easily defeated."

With his chest puffed out and the amulet of the cross fluttering around him, Mizam pointed to the flag in the distance and said, "In other words, after both of us enter the battlefield, whoever attacks first will lose the initiative."

This is what neither Nidsal nor Booru realized—

This group of rebels is no longer a mob, and their opponents have never been rebels, but the regular army of another country.

But they are still using the same methods they used against the rebels to deal with them. Aren't they just playing with their own lives?
Mizam never joked about life, especially his own.

So after realizing this, he studied Horn's two battles in Montenegro and Pavia in advance and quickly found the weaknesses of the Salvation Army.

He discovered that almost every major battle the Savior Army fought was a positional battle, and they would wait for the enemy to take the initiative to attack before counterattacking.

By taking advantage of the terrain, as long as their formation is not disrupted, they can maximize the power of the "Devil's Wind".

You, the Savior Army, want to fight a positional war, but Mizam just won't fight a positional war with you.

If the Savior Army doesn't move, Mizam will force them to move.

There is only one key point that forces the Saviors to take action, and that is the strategic goal of their expedition - to rescue Rapid City.

Now that Rapid City has been breached, the order Mizam left for Elad is to massacre the entire city!

Otherwise, the Saviors would have to sit back and watch the entire city of Rapid City being massacred, and Saint Sun’s foundation in River County and Cassia County would be completely destroyed.

Otherwise, the Salvation Army would have to give up the advantage of positional warfare, go to the plains, and use their own disadvantages to fight the Command Company's advantages in a fair fight.

Either way, the Savior Army loses.

The only unexpected thing was the marching speed of Horn's reinforcements and the extremely long-range fireball crossbow.

But it doesn't matter, some small mistakes are harmless.

Looking at the increasingly restless formation of the Salvation Army opposite, Alman suddenly realized what was going on. Mizam smiled, patted his shoulder and chuckled.

"I have planned everything before the war. Don't let me down, and don't let Lord Ciel down."

(End of this chapter)