Chapter 416 Oblique Attack Tactics
The gray fog was broken by the strong wind, and the smoke wrapped around the black-armored knights, like the breath of the devil.

The black flood broke through the long wall made of smoke, the war horses neighed loudly, and the coat of arms representing Arman and Prince Condé fluttered on the battle flag.

In almost the blink of an eye, they rushed to the front of these militiamen.

"Imperial Company! Pikes, pikes!" Colen issued a random order without thinking.

Although these militiamen were tired, they still showed unprecedented efficiency in the face of life-threatening situations.

The strong militiamen rushed to the front, raising their heavy oak shields. The second and third rows were spearmen, with two rows of spears pointing obliquely at these terrifying extraordinary knights.

Beside them, two Black Cap recruits, led by officers, formed a 10X10 square formation.

Under the scolding of the officers, the recruits raised their three-meter-long spears, but actually pointed their bodies sideways at the charging knights.

They put their right foot in front and their left foot behind, used their right hand as a fulcrum, held the butt end of the spear with their left hand, and pointed the tip of the spear at the rushing knights in a force-saving lever posture.

In such a tense scene, these recruits still kept muttering:

"I sincerely thank Saint Grandson Horn for giving me the talisman to protect my body. I can never repay your kindness. May all the blessings be upon you, Saint Lord and Saint Grandson!"

They all had amulets around their necks that were said to have been blessed by Horn. Before they set off, Armand told them at mass that with the amulet they would be invulnerable to swords and guns.

But if you are not pious and are deceiving the Holy Father, the Holy Lord and the Holy Grandson, then this amulet will be of no use.

Such a large array of guns did not frighten the extraordinary knights at all. On the contrary, they burst into laughter.

They have seen such scenes too many times.

Every time you resist them, the end is complete death!

The hot wind blew the tassel feathers on the helmet tightly to the top of the helmet. Arman leaned on the horse's back, and the knight's sword he raised high cut through the air, making a sharp explosion.

After eating the soybeans and fodder containing medicine, with the blessing of divine power, the eyes in the gaps of the horse's armor glowed with a faint red light, and with every step of the horse's hoof, light and shadows flickered.

"Stand still, don't move!" Brune's roar sounded so numb and mechanical.

But compared to Colen who was screaming shrilly beside him, this performance could be said to be quite good.

At the moment of impact, it was as if there was some strong light, and everyone closed their eyes, but many people lost the chance to open them again.

When the hard horse armor hit his body, the tremendous force turned into tangible pain, the oak shield was shattered, and the spear shaft exploded as if it were shattered.

Amid a series of screams, seven or eight militiamen were knocked into the air.

Even in mid-air, one could see that their heads were tilted, their eyes were wide open, their necks and ribs were all exposed, and the white bones even pierced through the skin.

They rolled on the ground, hitting rocks and trees before stopping, twitching and losing all sound.

An armored soldier who was lucky enough to survive supported himself on the ground and tried to stand up, but as soon as he raised his head, a heavy horse hoof stepped on him head-on.

The head was crushed by the heavy pressure, thick blood spurted out of the mouth and nose, and the blue veins on the temples sprayed out thin streams of blood like a water gun.

"God bless you! All of you followers of the devil will go to hell."

Alman's knight's sword danced like a waltz, drawing one arc after another, and was covered with blood, leaving circle after circle of blood rings.

The sword slashed left and right, and the militiamen watched helplessly as the sword came in contact, and the next moment, the sky was dyed red.

Dozens of iron horses cut through the formation of thousands of militiamen like waves. Under the iron hooves, waves of blood rushed to both sides in a V shape.

Human heads and bones were scattered on both sides, and Alman and the Imperial Knights hacked and chopped madly.

It was not until Arman felt the resistance from his horse suddenly lighten that he realized he had killed his way through the militiamen.

"Hahahahahahaha - that's right, that's right!" Arman laughed happily. This is what a knight should be like. Sitting there stupidly and being beaten was never a scene for a noble knight.

"Do you know what a titled knight is?" Arman laughed crazily and raised his knight's sword. "The imperial decree is the order of the Holy Lord, which comes from the orders given by the paladins during the Holy Lord's time.

Titled knights are people with names among the Paladins. Our names are engraved on the eyelids of the Holy Lord. We are the Holy Lord’s sword and god of war.”

Raising his hand, he cut off half of the head of a fleeing militiaman, then poured a bottle of potion into his mouth, and hot steam rose from his cheeks.

"Pass the message on. I have defeated the enemy on the right wing. The baggage train is not too far from the center. Move forward with all your forces and use the oblique attack tactic!"

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"Your Majesty, should we send someone to support them?" The screams from all around made Sissi unable to help but ask in a low voice.

"No need." Horn rode on his horse, his eyes fixed firmly on the mist, "Don't stop."

In the smoke that blocked the view, the air currents that rolled up the smoke and dust rushed left and right, muddying the air on the battlefield, making it sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

Behind the gray fog, black shadows swayed back and forth, but they were much clearer than before, and lightning representing white light lit up every once in a while in the fog.

The horses' legs crossed in the mist, stirring up dust that made the entire battlefield even more turbid.

Beside Horn, the Salvation Army infantrymen who had previously been marching at a charging pace suddenly switched to a quick pace.

From the start of the march to now, they have advanced more than 200 meters to the west and then 100 meters to the northeast in five minutes.

It was too fast! This speed was quite fast among the Empire's infantry, and they could only maintain this speed when charging.

The most important thing is that they can still keep the formation and queue neat!
During these five minutes, even the enemy's light cavalry did not react, otherwise, according to the character of the knights, they should have chased and killed them by now.

Horn even wanted to thank the smoke. It was originally intended to block his view of the fireball crossbow, but now it became a helper to cover his tracks.

However, even with the telescope, Horn could not determine the opponent's whereabouts. He could only confirm that the opponent was moving slowly towards the south.

That's why Horn suddenly changed direction and headed northeast.

The original diamond-shaped army formation now turned into columns of two each. The spears and the armed swords at the waist collided with each other, making crisp sounds.

The pungent smell of burning straw and the gray sky mixed together, causing many war monks to cover their noses and squint their eyes.

This is actually a very risky behavior, but in order to march in an orderly manner, this is the only way.

Riding on the horse, Horn entered a war state. His whole face seemed paralyzed. At first glance, he gave people the impression that he was sleepy and tired, without any expression.

After all, in such a tense moment, a matter of life and death, when everyone is nervous and everyone is fighting hard, does Horn have to smile?
"How's Jeanne doing?"

"I haven't heard any gunfire since just now. I guess the two short guns have finished firing." Hakuto rode on horseback, "But the holy power should not be exhausted yet."

"Almost done." Putting the telescope into his pocket, Horn drew out the Blood Cloud, "Call Jeanna back and wind up the Holy Gun again. All troops will return to normal pace and be ready to engage the enemy knights at any time."

"Don't we really need to go back to support the militia in Xiaochi City?" Xixi asked in a low voice, "Your two regiments of new recruits are still there."

"Need not."

"But……"

"You heard me, don't waste your time."

Unlike usual times, Horn's heart was as hard as ice during the war. Even his closest old subordinates like Sissi felt a chill in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)