When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#417 - Slash tactics

The gray mist was torn apart by the swirling wind, the smoke缠绕 around these black-armored knights, as if demons were breathing.

The black flood crashed through the long wall made of smoke, the warhorses emitting loud neighs, the crests representing Armand and Prince Condé fluttering on the banners.

Almost in the blink of an eye, they charged in front of these militiamen.

"Edict Legion! Pikes, pikes!" Corin issued orders haphazardly, his words tumbling over each other.

Although these citizen soldiers were exhausted, they displayed unprecedented efficiency in the face of mortal threat.

The stronger militiamen rushed to the front, raising heavy oak shields, while the second and third rows were pikemen, two rows of spears pointing diagonally at these terrifying transcendent knights.

Beside them, two Black Cap Army recruits, led by officers, formed a 10x10 square formation.

Under the officers' scolding, the recruits held three-and-a-half-meter-long spears, actually aiming at the charging knights with their bodies sideways.

They placed their right foot forward and their left foot back, using their right hand as a fulcrum and their left hand to grip the end of the spear, aiming the spear tips at the charging knights in a labor-saving lever posture.

In such a tense scene, these recruits still muttered:

"Sincerely thank Holy Grandson Hohen, grant charms to protect my flesh, boundless is your kindness, blessings upon the Holy Lord and Holy Grandson!"

They all wore charms around their necks that were said to have been blessed by Hohen. Before setting off, Armand told them during Mass that with these charms, they would be invulnerable to swords and spears.

But if you are not pious, you are deceiving the Holy Father, Holy Lord, and Holy Grandson, then these charms will not work at all.

Such a bristling spear formation did not cause the transcendent knights any fear. On the contrary, they laughed loudly.

They had seen such scenes too many times.

Every time they were resisted, the outcome was complete death!

The hot wind blew the drooping plumes on the helmet until they clung tightly to the top of the helmet. Armand lay on his horse's back, the raised knight's longsword cutting through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Having eaten soybeans and fodder containing potions, and blessed by divine magic, the eyes in the gaps of the horse armor glowed with a faint red light, and shadows trembled with each fall of the hooves.

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

But compared to Corin, 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 a strong light, and everyone closed their eyes, but many lost the chance to open them again.

When the hard horse armor collided with the body, the overwhelming force turned into substantial pain, fragments of the oak shield splashed, and the spear shafts exploded as if they were shattered.

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

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

They rolled on the ground, colliding with rocks and trees before stopping, twitching and losing all breath.

A surviving armored soldier propped himself up on the ground, trying to stand, but as soon as he raised his head, a heavy hoof stomped down.

His head was directly crushed by the heavy pressure, and thick blood spurted from his mouth and nose at the same time. The veins in his temples spurted out thin streams of blood like water guns.

"May the Holy Lord protect us! May all you followers of demons go to hell."

Armand's knight's sword danced a waltz, drawing one circle after another, with blood rings brought out by the blood.

The longsword chopped left and right, and the citizen soldiers were watched helplessly as the longsword attacked as soon as they made contact, and the next moment, it was the sky dyed red.

Dozens of iron horses cut through the ranks of thousands of militiamen like waves, and under the iron hooves, blood waves surged to both sides in a V shape.

Heads and bones were thrown on both sides, and Armand and the Edict Knights slashed wildly.

It wasn't until Armand felt the resistance from the warhorse suddenly lighten that he realized he had slaughtered through these militiamen.

"Hahahaha - that's right, that's right!" Armand grinned happily, this is the way a knight should be, this is what a knight should be like.

Sitting there blankly, being beaten passively, never belonged to the noble knight.

"Do you know what a titled knight is?" Armand raised his knight's sword, laughing madly, "The Edict is the Holy Lord's command, originating from the Holy Knights during the Holy Lord's era giving commands.

A titled knight is someone with a name among the Holy Knights. Our names are engraved on the Holy Lord's eyelids. We are the Holy Lord's sword and the God of War."

Raising his hand to cut off half of a fleeing militiaman's head, Armand poured a bottle of potion into his mouth, and rising heat floated from his cheeks.

"Pass it down, I have broken through the enemy's right flank. The baggage train will not be too far from the central army. The entire army presses on, using oblique attack tactics!"

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"Your Majesty, should we send someone to meet them?" The surrounding screams made Sissi couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

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

In the smoke that blocked the view, the air currents rolled up the dust and rushed left and right, stirring up the air on this battlefield, sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

Behind the gray mist, the black shadows swayed back and forth, but they were much clearer than before, and the lightning representing the white light lit up in the mist from time to time.

The horse's legs crossed in the mist, and the dust stirred up made the entire battlefield even more turbid.

Beside Hohen, the Salvation Army infantry, who had been advancing on foot, changed to a quick step at some point.

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

Too fast, this speed is quite fast among the empire's infantry. They can only maintain this speed when charging.

Most importantly, they can still maintain the integrity of the formation and queue!

In these five minutes, even the opponent's light cavalry did not react. Otherwise, according to the knights' character, they should have chased after them long ago.

Hohen even wanted to thank this smoke, which was originally intended to block his fireball crossbow's firing line of sight, but at this moment it turned into a helper to cover his tracks.

However, correspondingly, even with binoculars, Hohen couldn't determine the opponent's whereabouts. He could only determine that the opponent was slowly advancing to the south.

That's why Hohen suddenly changed direction and marched towards the northeast.

The original diamond-shaped military formation became a two-by-two column at this moment. The spears and the armed swords at the waist collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

The smell of burning straw with a pungent smoky smell mixed with the dim sky light, 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, it can only be done.

Riding on the horse, Hohen entered the state of war, and the whole person's face seemed to be paralyzed. The first impression was that he was sleepy and tired, and he didn't make any expression.

After all, in this tense moment, when life and death are at stake, everyone is nervous, everyone is working hard, does Hohen have to laugh?

"How is Jeanne doing?"

"I haven't heard the sound of gunfire since just now. I guess the two short guns have been fired." Haktuto rode on his horse, "But the holy power should not be exhausted yet."

"Almost." Putting the binoculars into his bag, Hohen drew out Bloodshade Cloud, "Call Jeanne back, rewind the holy gun, and the entire army changes to a normal pace, ready to engage the enemy knights at any time."

"Do you really not need us to go back to support the militiamen of Little Pool City?" Sissi lowered her voice to ask, "Your two new recruit legions are still there."

"No need."

"But…"

"You heard what I said, don't waste time."

Unlike usual, Hohen in war is as hard as ice, even the closest old subordinates like Sissi still felt a chill in their hearts.