When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#275 - Thunder roars suddenly

From morning till afternoon, Horn, who had secured a favorable position and made ample preparations, could clearly feel the power gap between the two sides narrowing.

As long as this attrition continued, the Edict Company would have to take action.

The sound of hooves thundered as another team of knights charged out from the Beaulieu army, heading towards Horn's position.

The soldiers on the left flank immediately prepared, picking up their holy rifles, the dark muzzles calmly waiting.

But to everyone's surprise, the team of cavalry circled around and plunged headlong into the poisonous smoke.

Having lost their target, the holy riflemen turned their heads blankly, watching the knights moving through the toxic fumes.

Hooves pounded, backs arched, and the wind stirred up by the lancer squadron created a hole in the poisonous smoke.

There were spiderwebs in the roadside bushes, and these knights relied on their expert horsemanship to jump over them one by one.

"Not good!" Victor reacted instantly, "The Edict Company has taken action!"

Fifteen lancer squadrons; Beaulieu sent out fifteen lancer squadrons at once.

It wasn't that he didn't want to send more, but the battlefield was narrow, and the space to pass through the Salvation Army's position and reach the rear was limited.

"First Holy Rifle Division, fire to the left! Fire to the left!" Seeing where the lancer squadron was heading, Victor was horrified as if he had thought of something.

The lead bullets chased after the knights' backs, and only three to five squire knights on the far left and right fell from their horses.

At the same time, the Second Regiment of the Black Hats in the second line of defense realized the lancer squadron's intention; they turned to the left in a panic, but still only managed to shoot down five or six knights.

Hindered by spiderwebs, poisonous smoke, and earthen barriers, about six lancer squadrons were left behind, forced to fight with the Salvation Army.

The remaining nine lancer squadrons passed by the side of the second line of defense, quickly maneuvering towards Horn.

"What's going on?" Horn, who was watching the battle from the carriage, suddenly noticed a commotion on the front line.

Hakuto rode over quickly from the front: "Your Grace, Your Grace, a group of knights, possibly knights from the Edict Company, are coming towards you."

"Where are they?" Horn jumped out of the carriage and asked anxiously, answered by the sound of the outer wagon fort collapsing.

"Damn it, the rifle squad isn't allowed to move; stay on the second line of defense!" Putting on his helmet, Horn rushed towards the source of the sound in a panic.

At the same moment Horn ran over, several fallen transcendent knights leaned on their helmets and stood up beside the overturned carriage.

Beneath them were the Guardian soldiers who had been crushed or killed by them.

Dust mixed with blood and wood chips stuck to the young faces of the Guardian soldiers, never to wake up again.

"Hahaha, the unholy are so fragile!"

"Kill! That sorcerer is in front!"

Drawing their longswords, the transcendent knights laughed and began to wantonly hack and kill amidst the screams of the Guardian soldiers.

Too fast, too fast; Horn didn't expect this group of knights to arrive at the very rear with such speed.

Fortunately, Horn had set up two layers of wagon forts in advance; currently, these nine lancer squadrons had only broken through the first wagon barrier; the second wagon barrier had been loaded with heavy objects and was more sturdy.

The adjutant leading the team discovered this small problem.

"Stop killing; they're all minor characters!" Watching the rapidly gathering war monks, the adjutant drew his lance. "Follow me; there's another wagon fort."

Under the adjutant's call, the lancer squadron knights gathered again, while the fallen knights cleaned up the battlefield around them.

"Aim for my flag and charge!"

Under the adjutant's leadership, the banner knights charged in the front row, while the Edict knights lagged behind.

Unlike most ordinary transcendent knights, the full-time cavalry in the Edict Company had time to train in formation and control who was in front and who was behind.

In Jeshka's words, if there were twenty warriors among a hundred ordinary transcendent knights, there would be ninety warriors among a hundred Edict knights.

It's not that the Edict knights weren't afraid of death; what ordinary transcendent knights feared most was falling off their horses and being surrounded and killed.

For transcendent knights of the Edict Knight level, falling and being surrounded were low-probability events, so they naturally dared to charge.

Lances pointed forward in a row, the warhorses' muscles tensed, emitting bursts of neighing.

Hooves splashed wet mud, and the dim light seemed to drape a layer of dark light and shadow over these terrifying knights.

"Get down!" the adjutant roared.

Lead bullets whizzed past around them, one of which even grazed the adjutant's helmet, sparking a series of sparks.

But they were charging in a column, with a small impact area, only hitting two or three knights.

Fifty meters; they were much faster than ordinary transcendent knights; the holy riflemen of the First Guard Regiment didn't even have time to fire a second shot.

Of course, they wouldn't charge straight into the thick wagon wall; instead, they charged towards the place where the two chariots were connected.

At the junction of the chariots, the elite full-armor war monks of the First Guard Regiment lined up behind sandbag earthbags, pointing their spears diagonally at the charging knights.

"Hold steady! Hold steady!" The five full-armor spearmen in the front row and the five halberdiers in the back row formed two columns, blocking the gap.

The sound of hooves became clearer and clearer, and a row of silver-shining lances drove at high speed towards their foreheads.

The first two soldiers in the front row were knocked away more than two meters in the first second of contact with the knights, and blood flowed from their helmets to their necks.

The speed of the first banner knight who rushed in was greatly reduced by the reaction force, and a low-level transcendent halberdier immediately extended his halberd and hooked it on the boundary between his chest and neck.

"Get down here!" the halberdier roared.

The banner knight did not come down.

Because after crossing the corpses and severely wounded lying horizontally and vertically on the ground, the Edict knight's longsword swept across the halberdier's neck at the last moment.

The head flew off the neck and rolled far away on the ground, blood gushing from the neck, and the headless corpse stood in place for a long time before crashing down.

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"Hahaha, we're in, we're in." Except for two or three who were entangled, all the lancer squadrons poured into the innermost camp.

Thirteen Edict knights, five banner knights, and five squire knights; blood dyed their clothes red.

Finally, they just needed to find that sorcerer Horn before he escaped.

Then they saw two strange things facing them.

They were thick cylinders wrapped in leather, with iron hoops fixed on the outer layer, about one meter in length.

A large iron box was inserted at the tail end, revealing a half-corner gear on the outside, and each of the two boxes had a crank-shaped wind-up key inserted in it.

What is this?

Never mind, the adjutant dropped the shattered lance, drew his knight's sword, and pointed it at Horn: "Charge."

"I originally wanted to save this for last," Horn muttered to himself, his face pale and his body a little unsteady.

Even with Horn's massive mana, supplying the holy power for two wind-up leather cannons at the same time consumed too much.

Taking a deep breath to steady his body, Horn looked at the charging knights and pulled out the wind-up keys of the two leather cannons.

"Go to hell, demons!"

"Buzz—"

It seemed like the world was quiet for a second.

The nearby war monks and Guardian soldiers felt a burst of tinnitus and difficulty breathing, and then they saw a scene they would never forget in their lives.

The 80mm caliber leather cannons roared to the heavens, and fragments of iron, lead bullets, and stone bullets burst out.

The two wind-up leather cannons crossed, and within the 20-meter crossed fan-shaped area, the sweet and bloody smell exploded and spread.

The leading Edict knights seemed to have been hit by a giant hammer, flying up from their horses and falling heavily to the ground, with dense holes all over their bodies.

This was still the Edict knights equipped with full armor; the banner knights and squire knights behind them were even more miserable.

Arms wearing armguards flew up, half a skull was shot into the air, and some even lost half their waist.

After the storm, amidst the dying wails of the warhorses, only four or five fleeing knights could be seen, and none of the knights left on the field could stand.

Three of the thirteen Edict knights died on the spot, two of the remaining ten ran away, and the rest writhed on the ground in pain and unconscious howls.

Taking a step, Horn's vision blurred, and he almost fell; he took out the mind-clearing ointment and held it under his nose, which made him feel a little better.

I had thought about saving these leather cannons for last, to give the charging Beaulieu a head-on blow, but I didn't expect to use them ahead of time.

While directing the Guardian soldiers to clean up the battlefield and sending people to the front to report that they were safe, Horn felt a dripping sound from his helmet.

Looking up, the spring rain that was about to fall, had finally fallen in the afternoon after waiting all morning.

Before Horn could lower his head, a voice came from behind: "Your Grace, Beaulieu has launched a general attack; all the knights and infantry are pressing up."

"Boom—"

A muffled thunder sounded in the distant sky.