Chapter 421 Fight!

Footsteps, extremely orderly footsteps, accompanied by the creaking sound of the spring being wound up.

The steel forest was running towards them at a speed they could not comprehend. Clusters of long spears overlapped each other, forming a long wall of weapons. Even the dark blue hills behind were only visible through a crack.

"hurry up!"

The armored sergeants pushed and shoved among the infantry squares, lashing out with whips at the backs of the guards who dawdled.

Under the pressure of death, these sergeants had never been so efficient in making the soldiers in the rear rows change direction.

When there were only thirty or fifty meters left, the legions stopped.

At this position, the distance between the two sides was no more than a knight's charge, and people facing each other could even roughly see each other's shapes.

The spears were lowered, occasionally tapping the shoulders of the holy gunners, and the black gun barrels were silently pointing at their formation.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but many soldiers of the church army felt a moment of peace of mind.

"emission!"

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

Lead bullets fell on the backs of the guards like a torrential rain, and the sound of lead bullets entering the flesh was endless.

Their bodies were shaking, blood spurting out from the wounds that penetrated their bodies front and back, and the lead bullets could even penetrate the torso of another guard.

Within this short range of thirty to fifty meters, the trajectories of lead bullets distorting the air are almost visible to the naked eye.

The holy musketeers moved mechanically like puppets on a stage. The first row stepped forward to fire and left, followed by the second row and the third row.

As for the guards of the church army, when the first row fell, the second row, the third row, and even the fourth row and the fifth row fell.

The whistling sound when the gun was fired and the creaking sound when the gun was wound up made people's scalps numb, and the guards who were fighting with their backs fell down in large numbers.

They huddled on the ground, covering their burst wounds, cold sweat streaming down their faces, howling in pain and fear.

Even the armored soldiers let out heartbreaking cries under the shooting of lead bullets.

"I was bitten by the devil, it was the devil."

"The monks, go and suppress the evil spells. Where are the monks? Where are the monks?"

"The devil defeated the Holy Lord!"

Amidst continuous explosions, blood dripped onto their clothes, and the apocalyptic bloodstream with pale yellow fat fragments floating on it flowed past the guards' feet.

The thorny grass scratched the guards' ankles. They didn't even have time to feel afraid. They were just confused, extremely confused.

After the continuous gunfire stopped, this feeling of confusion fell into a strange silence.

The devil's wind is over?
Many guards raised their heads, and then they saw the backs of the Holy Gunners leaving the team from both sides, and saw a hundred spears with their spikes laid down like porcupines.

The double-layered spear swayed up and down as the user stepped forward, and no one would doubt that it could not pierce their body.

The shining tip of the gun trembled, and the guards' hearts trembled along with it.

Just at this moment, the devilish words came out from the mouth of the Super Hero Legion Commander Rudilo - "Too slow, charge!"

"Boom!"

Three hundred spearmen took a heavy step forward in unison, and the vibrating dust jumped up, forming a yellowish-brown sand curtain in front of the spearmen.

"Gallar!"

The Savior Army infantrymen shouted the Pope's surname and charged at the large infantry formation within a range of twenty meters.

The entire infantry square was cracked in an instant. They cried and pushed each other, knocked their companions to the ground, stepped over them, and continued to squeeze behind them.

The shaking spears kept stabbing in the crowded square formation. A foot combat monk took advantage of inertia and stabbed the spear into the guard's chest. The guard shouted "Mom" and fell to the ground sideways, covering his chest.

Drawing out his spear, blood spurted out. The foot warrior followed the other monks in the same brigade, swinging their spears to sway the blades while stabbing the spears into their throats, chests, backs, and ribs...

Just as Alman expected, the four large infantry phalanxes that engaged in battle with the Galar phalanx were defeated by the charging spearmen after a round of close shooting.

The wounded soldiers lay on the ground wailing, while deserters and fleeing soldiers ran out from the gaps in the formation, dropping their heavy armor to the ground as they walked.

No matter how hard the knights supervising the battle killed, they could not keep up with the speed of the fleeing soldiers.

Lying on his horse, Arman ignored the defeat of the infantry phalanx. Instead, Count Coma was jumping up and down in anxiety.

The defeat of the center army did not make Arman depressed. On the contrary, he kept his eyes fixed on the left wing of the Salvation Army.

Because the left wing is close to the King's Road, it is the most convenient route if you want to run.

So Alman sent out 400 knights from Hotham County to open a path for the bigwigs of the Imperial Order Company.

Among the 400 extraordinary knights at this moment, there are about 200 ordinary extraordinary knights and 200 squire knights. Because the two wings are marching in normal steps, they are still about to meters apart.

But for Desai, who volunteered to rush to the front row, eighty or ninety meters was a very short distance and it would not be an exaggeration to reach the destination in an instant.

"emission!"

A thunderous roar sounded, and 120 holy guns roared at the same time. 120 lead bullets turned into a rapidly flying cloud, which pierced through the galloping knights.

The sound of popping beans rang out, and the horses neighed and stood up. The knights were like small boats in a rainstorm, swaying from side to side and sliding off their horses. Amid the terrifying sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, the leading dozen knights and their horses fell to the ground like broken sacks.

Behind them, seven or eight knights were hit by stray bullets. The knights covered their chests or arms and buried their heads deep in the horse's mane.

As for some of the horses that were hit by stray bullets, they even recovered from the frenzy caused by the potion, allowing their clever IQ to once again take the upper hand.

After hearing the loud rumbling noise, he actually roared madly, threw away the knight behind him, and fled on his own.

The knights, whose way was blocked by corpses and war horses, slowed down a lot. At least a dozen knights even secretly left the charging team.

"Hurry, they've finished firing, rush over, rush over."

Enduring the pain of torn shoulder muscles, Desai raised the flag and shouted at the chaotic extraordinary knights, regardless of the thick blood flowing from the hole.

"If we don't charge, and wait for them to come over, we won't be able to get through. Charge!"

The knights continued their charge, having slowed down their horse speed by at least 20%.

Their eyes were red, their faces were ferocious and fearful. The knights were like beasts trapped in a trap. If they missed this opportunity, they would never have another one.

"In the name of the Lord, kill all these demons!"

After firing, the Holy Gunners slowly put away their Holy Guns, and as the division captain commanded "turn left/right", they walked quickly towards the rear from both sides of the gun formation.

The first wave of Holy Gunners separated, revealing the second wave. They were still in the kneeling front and standing back shooting posture, but there were ten clockwork hand cannoneers placed in the front row.

"Turn left! Change the row!"

"The left column becomes double!"

A strange shout came from the side. Desai glanced over and felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest.

The first and third rows of the Holy Gunners of the Holy Gunners Division of the flank legion took a step to the left, and the second and fourth rows of the Holy Gunners took a step to the upper left, and got stuck in the gap.

So the firepower on the side doubled.

"Get on the horse's back!"

After the shooting at fifty meters, the second wave of shooting at thirty meters once again fell on the heads of the Extraordinary Knights.

In addition to the 80 lead bullets and at least 200 iron sand grains from the front, there were at least 50 lead bullets rushing from the side and hitting them from the side.

Blood dripped from the armor, the war horses kicked up and shook their bodies in fear. This time, at least dozens of knights fell off their horses.

The dark cloud formed by the bullets dissipated, but the thunder of the holy gun had reduced the knights' speed to less than 30% of their original speed.

Lead bullets whizzed past his ears. Even though Desai was prepared, he still couldn't help but feel frightened and even lost consciousness.

It was not until the whizzing sound and thunder stopped that Desai dared to look up in confusion and found that he was not charging at all, but had unconsciously tightened the reins.

The torn coat of arms flag twisted and rolled on the ground. The warhorse was gasping for breath like a bellows, and a small river of blood slowly flowed from its body.

Hundreds of spearmen held their spears flat and pointed the tips of their spears at the group of knights rushing towards them. They even took a step forward and charged towards the knights.

"Kill!" Three hundred infantry monks roared at the same time.

"Run!" No one knew who took the lead, but the knights rushed past Desai, crying and running away.

There were only a little over a hundred knights left on the battlefield, and the rest either shouted that their service was over or shamelessly ran away.

Among them, only the ten or so riders around him actually rushed to the front line of the enemy. The rest were either injured, dead or fled.

"We've reached this point. We have to keep charging. Let's turn around and attack the holy guns behind them..." Desai grabbed the Knight Commander who was trying to escape and shouted loudly.

Before he could finish his words, he heard a shout beside his ear. Unfortunately, his visor had a too narrow field of vision, and he did not notice a halberd hooking towards his head.

Pain and tearing sensation came from his neck, and the overwhelming force almost suffocated Desai, but before he regained consciousness, he felt a dizzying feeling of weightlessness.

The halberd hooked his neck, and the handle of the halberd bent into an arc in an instant. Desai flew off the horse's back and fell heavily to the ground with his four legs up in the air.

The heavy knight fell to the ground with his armor, raising a cloud of yellow sand and dust.

Seeing that the knight's hands and feet twitched and then stopped moving, the infantry monks drew their swords and were about to lift up their armor skirts to kill him.

But after taking just two steps, they stopped again. A quick whistle sounded, and the faces of those infantry monks changed. They immediately returned to their positions at the rear.

They even retreated from the position they had just established. Although they could not see anything beyond their field of vision, they could hear the cheers of the guards and the shaking of the earth.

Needless to say, they all knew who this was.

Sure enough, the imperial decree could not be restrained, and Victor even felt that they showed up a little too early.

To be precise, several legion commanders have been waiting to see which lucky person will get this opportunity and when.

Victor has always had good luck.

"We are lucky." Legion Commander Victor raised his lance and stood on the side of the first row of soldiers, raising his lance to the same height and position. "Be prepared!"

"The Imperial Order Company is here!"

(End of this chapter)