When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#568 - Pioneer Battle on the Riverbank (4k 2-in-1)

"Your Highness, it's fine to watch from here." As the company commander of the Third Edict Company, Alphus Taylor stopped Prince Condé, who was striding forward, "Their Devil's Wind can blow very far."

Around them were guards cutting down bushes to widen the road, and on both sides were trumpeters and standard-bearers waving flags.

Standing on a mound, Prince Condé, wrapped in a fur cloak, squinted his eyes and gazed at the semi-circular battle formation in the distance.

Nearly a hundred large carts formed a long wall on the river beach, with thick shield doors and sandbags inserted between the carts. Behind the shield doors were seven or eight halberdiers and spearmen.

On each chariot, seven or eight standing Holy Gunners could be seen, with flails and sabers hanging from their waists.

Standing inside the carriages, the Holy Gunners rack the black gun barrels on the triangular notches of the side panels, firing a shot from time to time to deter the light cavalry wandering on the edge.

Behind the long wall, barges slowly sailed downstream to the opposite bank, about to transport a new batch of Salvation Army soldiers to the river beach.

Prince Condé was not slow in arriving; in less than half an hour, he arrived with four Edict Companies.

But at this time, compared to the nearly two thousand infantry that Alitug reported, the number had more than doubled.

Behind the long wall, there were at least four thousand infantrymen, wearing uniform black knee-length waisted short coat, tying their wide pants legs with leggings, creating a bloomer feel with their khaki military pants.

At this moment, the spearmen, in units of 300, formed an irregular polygonal spear formation behind the semi-circular cart fort, along the semi-circular cart fort.

The dense spears shimmered with the light of the sun, dazzling Prince Condé's eyes.

His gaze swept back and forth across the river beach, he turned his head and shook his head to Lacunio.

"Alphus, Edmund, Gallian, each of you lead a team of Edict Companies and launch charge in turn, but don't linger in battle, and it's best not to have any casualties." Turning his head, Prince Condé ordered the three Edict Company commanders beside him, "The Eagle Regiment has fought before, so this time you don't need to go. Let Stenberg of the Death Regiment charge once with his men."

When it comes to what to fight and why to fight, His Highness may be full of paste, but when it comes to how to fight, he gets excited.

If he relied solely on brute force charge, he certainly wouldn't have such a prominent position and prestige now.

Moreover, this time, he is treating the Salvation Army as a major enemy, and he can't be as easy as before, ignoring everything and just charge.

"Woo-hoo-hoo--"

The standard-bearer waved the blue and black checkered flag, and in the sound of bugle, the squire knights, as light cavalry, set out first, charge towards the cart formation.

"Here they come, here they come." Delavan tugged at the sleeve of Bucken, the scribe of the Third Guard Corps, and couldn't help but remind him.

After the war in Kasha County, any students of the St. machine court Flick Middle School who remained on the battlefield had been promoted to some extent.

People like Delavan and McGowan, who could read and write, worked as copyists with the corps scribes.

As if he didn't hear, Bucken was still directing the quartermasters to assemble small clockwork catapult.

Delavan could only anxiously direct the placement of supplies while looking towards the front line.

The first thing he saw was a rain of flying arrows obliquely flying into the sky, drawing a parabola, and flying towards the Holy Gunners on the cart fort.

The continuous jingle sound of arrows striking armor was clearly audible even to Delavan in the rear.

The arrows landed on the cart boards and the standing black-clad soldiers, and occasionally someone groaned, but almost no one fell.

The squire knights used riding bows, and the bow force was relatively soft, so unless they happened to shoot at the weak points of the armor, it was difficult to break the defense of the Holy Gunners.

Currently, the Salvation Army's vest plate armor armor coverage rate is more than 60%, which is not a small number, because it is more than 60% after expanding to 6 legions.

These vest plate armor are basically worn by veterans, generally a brimmed helmet and a set of breastplate, and some spearmen also have arm armor and thigh armor.

They can basically ignore ordinary riding bow shots.

The arrows on the cart fight wooden board were still shaking, and almost none of the comrades standing beside them fell.

In the sky above the battlefield, in the sound of arrows breaking through the air, came the sound of clockwork twisting and gear rotating.

Black dark gun muzzle protruded from the triangular gap, aiming at the squire knights not far away who had finished shooting this arrow and were preparing to circle back and leave.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

The whistling sound in the pressure balance hole stung the eardrums of the wind opening soldiers, they all shook, and hundreds of lead bullets flew out in waves.

"Get down!" The squire knights turned their heads and saw the black line approaching and screameded.

They immediately lay downed on their horses' backs, and around them was a patter sound of torn cloth bags being poked and a clatter sound of chain mail scattering all over the ground.

War horses whined, and one knight after another abruptly straighteneded forward, falling from their horses.

When the squire knights looked up again, at least a dozen people had fallen from their horses, and a dozen were injured.

Several war horses on the river beach were running around in fear, and the ground was covered with wailing knights covered in blood. Several company commanders looked grim.

Former Fifth Edict Company commander Ellard was right, the power of the Devil's Wind was greater than they imagined, and it was not just a stronger crossbow.

"Is it actually possible to pierce chain mail?" Edmund and Alphus exchanged glances, and suddenly understood why these Salvation Army soldiers were invincible.

The power of the devil is really tempting. It would be great if we could recruit a batch.

Just as the squire knights had just tricked a wave of lead bullets, as they circled back, they saw a yellow dragon of smoke and dust rollinging with sand and soil approaching. Under the fluttering swallowtail flag was their own company commander, Gallian.

Passing by the circling back squire knights, Gallian, with a hundred Edict Knights and Square Flag Knights, divided into three teams, charged straight towards several gaps in the chariot.

"Charge, smash open their chariot!"

Gallian caught the time just right. At this time, the Holy Gunners were just switching positions, and the Holy Gunners in the back walked to the gap in a sweat, stretching out the gun muzzle out of the chariot.

"Bang bang bang!"

In a panic, several chariots around them fired in succession.

Feathers flew in the smoke and dust, and at least five or six knights screameded and fell to the ground, but Gallian himself roared and abruptly pulled up the reins.

In the warhorse's neighing cry, he and several Edict Knights seemed to fly up, crossed the shield doors and jumped into the back of the chariot.

Several other Edict Knights crashed into the chariot and shield doors as if they didn't care about their lives. The shield doors seemed to explode, and wood chips flew everywhere.

The warhorses moaned, pressing on the spearmen behind the shield doors.

The chariot was tilted after being crashed, although the wheels were pulled by chains, it began to be crashed out of a gap.

The Holy Gunners in the cart fight were swaying from side to side, almost falling out.

The seven or eight Edict Knights who fell from their horses due to smashing open the gap jumped up on the spot, drew out their knight swords with a sneer, and killed the halberdiers and spearmen who were injured by the warhorses.

These spearmen, whose breathing techniques were no more than three sections, were certainly no match for the Edict Knights without forming a formation.

In three or five exchanges, heads and limbs flew up, and the blood and screams made the Holy Gunners on the cart who were wieldinging flails and winding look pale.

But they were afraid, but they still subconsciously listened to the officers' orders, resistinging the impact of the Square Flag Knights while desperately winding clockwork.

Delavan swalloweded and stood on the spot, forgetting to direct the carrying of goods, just blankly looking over there.

This was the first time Delavan had seen the power of the Edict Knights.

"What are you looking at?" The corps scribe Bucken slapped Delavan on the back of the head, "You are not a monk in the front line of battle, do your job well."

"But the front is about to be smashed out a big gap." Delavan cried out aggrievedly, coveringing his head.

Bucken sneereded: " gap? Don't tell me we are afraid of them without a cart formation? Wait and see, if they dare to come in, they will suffer a big loss!"

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"Die, you pigs!"

The Edict Knight in full armor, with one foot kicking away an axe spear hand, seizeded the battle axe from the soldier's hand.

He ran two steps, jumpinged high, and smashed the chains between the chariots with several axes.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the chains broke immediately. Under the push of the Edict Knights, the two chariots were slowly pushed apart.

Seeing the cart formation being opened up, Gallian couldn't help but laughed loudly: "Continue, smash their gun formation, kill them."

Dozens of Square Flag Knights immediately filed in through the gap. Prince Condé's face darkened, and he immediately shouted, "Blow the bugle, let them come back, they are charginging too far ahead."

The standard-bearer's cheeks puffed up, and the horn bugle spread to the battlefield. Gallian raised his head in confusion, still wondering why.

However, his doubts did not last long.

Because what stopped at the same time as the sound of the bugle was the creaking sound of winding.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

A dent suddenly appeared in the knights who were pouring in through the gap, and blood was sprinkled in the air as if it didn't cost money.

The distance of twenty meters was almost the maximum killing distance of lead bullets.

In the thud sound of lead bullets entering flesh, the knights watched in horror as their comrades fell one after another.

" mad, there are Holy Gunners on both sides of the gun formation!" An Edict Knight shouted.

Without knowing when, four rows of Holy Gunners stood in the gun formation. Their shoulders were on both sides of the spears that were diagonally thrusting forward, and they were aiming and firing unhurriedly.

After another wave of lead bullets flew, the Holy Gunners in the front row divided into two teams, collectively turned left and right, horizontal row changed column, neatly walking from the interval between the two phalanx to the back of the gun formation.

At this time, if they chargeded over, they might be able to defeat those Holy Gunners.

But the distance here from the gun formation was only twenty or thirty meters. The knights had just been hit by a wave of Holy Gunners and might not be able to pick up speed.

Listening to the more rapid sound of bugle in the distance, Gallian made a choice between continuing to smash the Holy Gunners and retreating.

"Withdraw, withdraw immediately!"

After the obstruction of the chariots and the Holy Wind, plus the need to turn around, their speed was no longer the same as before.

Losing speed and impact, the combat power of these knights dropped by more than one order of magnitude.

" level spears! running charge!" The regiment commander roared, bitinging his teeth.

"Kill--" In the battle roar, three hundred spearmen arranginging in neat formation, like a giant hammer killing towards the knights.

The knights who fell behind first engaged in battle. The warhorses kickinged their hind legs, but were still poked out of blood holes in their butts by the spears.

After slowing down, the knights were first hookeded by the halberds, and then seven or eight spears were handinged out in succession, and they could only waving their shields and knight swords in surprise and anger to block the stab.

Their armor was definitely enough to defend the stab of the spears, but the armor always had weak points, especially at the edges and junctions.

The knights had comrades blockinging the gap in front of them, and dazzling spears on both sides, and Holy Gunners shooting on the chariots.

Soon, the shoulder sockets, crook of the leg, and armpits of the lagging knights were poked out of several blood holes.

Or some simply poked the warhorses to death, dragging the knights directly from their horses.

After throwinging down a dozen corpses and wounded, the remaining knights finally charged out of the cart formation.

But charginging out with them were the Holy Gun cavalry led by Jeanne.

Seeing Gallian's Edict Company being poked down several Edict Knights by the Salvation Army's gun formation and being pursueded by the Holy Gun cavalry, Prince Condé's face became even more ugly.

"Idiot! An idiot who can be put in a museum for exhibition!" Prince Condé curseded angrily, enduringing his anger and shouting to the back, "Berthold, go and meet them."

Berthold, as a titled knight and Thousand River Valley parish temple knight commander, immediately killed him.

Seeing Berthold leading troops charging, Jeanne did not continue to pursue, but releasinged a burst of Holy Guns at him before returning to the cart formation again.

Discipline comes first on the battlefield, and the goal of Jeanne and the Holy Gun cavalry was to drive out and pursue, not to continue fighting with the enemy.

The cart formation cannot move and belongs to a defensive formation.

Before all the infantry arrived, once the battle escalated, it might disrupt the overall situation.

As for Berthold, he was forced by the power of the Holy Guns and did not continue to attack, but returned to Prince Condé.

Turning his head and lookinging at the departing Berthold, Jeanne secretly called out a pity.

It would be great if Berthold could repeat what happened just now.

This time, the " tentative" attack other side丟下了(丢下了: left) at least fourty or fifty bodies與俘虜(俘虜: prisoners), own side only twenty or thirty bodies.

If the fireball crossbow assembled ready, or wizards arrived, then knights的傷亡(傷亡: casualties) will only more.

having chariots和聖銃(聖銃: holy guns) after, their both sides的戰損(戰損: battle damage) exchange ratio reached了二比一(二比一: two to one), even this exchange ratio still cavalry和步兵(步兵: infantry) between的.

even if Prince Conde all knights bet on, also will not cause any change, at most is put exchange ratio turned into one to one or one to two.

but even if so, Horn still can afford it, anyway he three months one holy gunner, half a year one veteran.

while Prince Conde cultivate one edict knight, at least needs ten years.

later if infantry come, then use clock bomb和火球術(火球術: fireball spell) deal with, if not, still have classic的蛛絲(蛛絲: spider silk) sticky ball.

Saint Sun cards really too many.

on with fighting positional warfare和防禦戰(防禦戰: defensive warfare) in terms of, Salvation Army absolutely can rank in the whole empire top three.

這(这: this) not Horn deliberately created的, but all along, Salvation Army have must deal with edict knights和超凡騎士(超凡騎士: transcendent knights) attacks, thus naturally developed out this kind of anti-cavalry的陣地戰(陣地戰: positional warfare) play style.

“Your Highness,” Gallien said, kneeling shamefully beside the Prince's warhorse on the mound near the riverbank, “Their clockwork riflemen moved too fast; we didn't anticipate it.”

Prince Condé didn't acknowledge him, but instead asked Lacunio, “How is it?”

Lacunio understood and replied, “Among the casualties, eighteen are known to be dead, and there are twenty-three wounded and captured, but the remaining thirty-plus lightly and seriously wounded have been recovered.”

The First Edict lost nearly one-seventh of its strength in one breath, and Prince Condé's face twitched with heartache.

He kicked the kneeling Gallien over with one foot while still on horseback, “Do you not understand my orders? Fortunately, they can't move, or the casualties would be even greater!”

Gallien stood up, covered in dust, “I know I was wrong, Your Highness. I will accept military punishment myself…”

“No need, there will still be times when I need you,” Prince Condé interrupted him, “After this battle is over, we will settle accounts together.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Gallien quickly and gratefully gave Prince Condé a chest-touching salute.

“Then… should I continue to charge?” Alfos asked tentatively, looking at the wagon fort.

“Of course,” Prince Condé's face flushed slightly, “Telling you a hundred times what a lion looks like and how terrifying it is is not as good as you touching and seeing it for yourselves.

The first time you see a lion, you will naturally be terrified. Only after surviving the terror will you have the courage to fight a lion. Alfos, continue, but remember, don't overcharge again.”

“Yes, Your Highness!”