When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#369 - Battle of Black Mountain (XII)

Leffe scrambled up from the ground, shaking his head, his body swaying, his vision a bloody red.

He had just been knocked away by Nigosak's iron hooves, his head hitting a large rock.

If it weren't for the protection of his helmet, his brains would have been splattered all over the ground.

As the scene before him gradually cleared, the tidal wave of noise once again assaulted Leffe's ears.

The warrior monks around him were in an uproar, some mechanically loading their holy rifles, others carrying long spears on foot to chase after the Nigosaks who had withdrawn from the battle formation to prepare for a second charge.

But more stood blankly, or tried their best to rescue Barnaby, whose throat had been pierced—even though they knew he was doomed.

Everyone was shouting, everyone was running around like headless flies, and Leffe was also plunged into a state of confusion by the huge impact.

The Gallar formation, as a copy of the Maurice formation, inherited the advantages of the former, but also inherited the disadvantages of the former, the most typical of which was the overly weak flanks.

Whether for a single formation or for the whole, the too-shallow depth and the fragile wings of the holy riflemen made them extremely vulnerable to cavalry flank attacks.

Horn always chose favorable terrain to prevent today's situation.

Without the cover of his teammates, without Barnaby's command as legion commander, the Black Hat Sixth Legion fell into chaos.

"Oh!" Leffe exclaimed, arching his body and pulling out the alchemical amulet he had obtained from Mormont from his collar.

When Mormont was making the alchemical amulet, Horn assigned Barnaby's Sixth Legion to help.

Barnaby, the general contractor, then passed the task on to Leffe, the subcontractor, who then pulled up the grumbling hand cannon monks to help them.

As a reward, Mormont used scraps to make an alchemical amulet for each of the people who helped, which was said to enhance the power of spells.

However, considering that Leffe and others did not know any spells at all, it was basically just for show.

But just now, Leffe felt a burning sensation on the alchemical amulet.

When he held the amulet in his hand, he did not feel the previous sensation at all.

Although he didn't know why, the pain still woke Mormont up, and between the heads of people, he clearly saw the Nigosaks coming back.

The Nigosaks charged in the front and at the back, with the squires forced to be like sandwich biscuits in the middle.

"Reorganize the formation, reorganize the formation," Leffe began to loudly remind, waking up from his daze, "The Nigosaks are coming again."

"Who else is there at the company commander level?" Jeschka did not send a messenger in the crackling of hooves, but came in person.

"I'm still here." Seeing that no one around him responded, Leffe shouted loudly and stepped out.

Although he was the captain of the hand cannon brigade, this position was too special and belonged to the company level.

Now that most people were still in a daze and in chaos, Leffe was the highest-ranking and most active of the sober people.

"Okay, I appoint you as commander, responsible for blocking, as long as you can hold them for two minutes, reinforcements will arrive."

"Yes, Your Excellency Jeschka."

Appointed in the face of a defeated army, Leffe had no time to be excited, and had to face the charge of the Niddersar.

Moving through the crowd, he constantly pushed or pulled the holy riflemen and pikemen back into position.

"It's too late!" Bernardo, his face covered in dust, squeezed out of the crowd and grabbed his wrist.

"What's too late?"

"I'll sort out the formation." Bernardo's handsome face had a bloodstain across his cheek, "You call all the hand cannon monks over to delay the time, otherwise we can only repeat the fate just now."

"Ah, right, right." Leffe immediately puffed out his chest and shouted in a voice that seemed to shatter his internal organs, "Wake up, Barnaby is gone, hand cannon monks, come to the front row quickly."

"No, hand cannon monks to the second row, watch out for javelins."

Under the convergence of Bernardo and Leffe, the previously chaotic formation barely solidified into a loose formation again.

The hand cannon monks tried their best to put the arm-thick hand cannons on the erected crescent axes, which were the exclusive weapons issued to the hand cannon monks.

After all, the slender wooden gun rack could not support the heavy hand cannon and its amazing recoil.

The hand cannon monks had not had time to raise and aim, but Leffe could not control so much, he heard the rumble of hooves.

The barrels stretched out from between the shoulders of the pikemen in front, aiming at the Nigosak knights.

This kind of spring-powered hand cannon is very similar in appearance to the Cannity Type I, but it is not evolved from the Cannity Type I.

The origin of this spring-powered hand cannon is actually the hand cannon made by Horn at the beginning, which is equivalent to a smaller version of the leather cannon.

Horn deliberately reduced the content of orichalcum, but only warrior monks with three to four points of mana could fire one shot.

If the rifled large arquebus is a precise shot, pursuing the ability to kill key figures.

Then the spring-powered hand cannon is pursuing range and denial, since it can't hit high-speed moving knights, then it will be closer with range damage, and the target is not people but horses.

According to the condition that "people are extraordinary and horses are not extraordinary", directly pull the knights off their horses, come to the ground and fight with the Salvation Army's pikemen and holy riflemen.

However, in terms of power, five spring-powered hand cannons are not even as good as one of Horn's leather cannons.

Ten spring-powered hand cannons aimed at the charging Nigosaks, Leffe narrowed his eyes, the Niddersar, who inherited the desert nomad tactics, always only put thin iron cloth armor on their war horses.

This kind of cloth armor is considered successful for defending against stray arrows, but it is a bit unreasonable for the iron sand of hand cannons.

The Niddersar, who had the vision of an eagle, saw Leffe's plan at a glance.

"I'm really being looked down upon." He sneered coldly.

This new spring-powered gun was used in the previous Battle of Monkrus, am I, Niddersar, like those Imperial Knights who don't read battle reports?

He not only read the battle report, but also condescended to find the night watch guards who had been on the front line to inquire.

After many rounds of questioning, Niddersar had already learned about the limitations of the spring-powered hand cannon - this weapon is powerful, but it can only fire one shot, and the distance is at most only twenty yards.

For the squires behind him, it is quite a difficult thing to turn around at the limit distance of twenty yards.

But for these well-trained Nigosaks, it is not too difficult.

Under the scorching sun, the Nigosaks' silver armor shone with dazzling light, like a golden torrent.

Just as Leffe was about to shout the next moment of launch, the golden torrent suddenly turned its direction.

The squires who followed the charge were terrified and despaired that the brakes had failed, and rushed towards the ten hand cannons.

"The blood slaves of the sun goat." The plan was seen through, Leffe roared, but he could only order the launch.

After all, whether the Nigosaks or the squires rushed over, they would tear the defense line again, and by that time they might not have a chance to use it.

"Fire!"

A cloud of black shadow burst out of the muzzle, galloping like a whistling black mist.

The pungent smell of metal friction heating quickly spread, mixed with the smell of grass and the dazzling sunlight.

The explosion sounded belatedly at this moment, and ten hand cannon monks were directly knocked over on their backs, and the other monks in the rear had to support them.

The iron sand hit the thick armor, making a harsh metallic collision sound.

The sunlight reflected dazzling spots of light on the shattered armor plates, illuminating the terrified faces of the squires.

After a series of loud noises, the neighing of war horses mixed with the screams of the knights, forming a creepy howl.

The war horse's knotted muscles were pierced with dense blood holes by the black mist and iron sand that shot out in all directions.

It lost its most basic balance and fell heavily on the dry ground, splashing layers of dust.

The knights were overturned to the ground by their beloved war horses, or were pressed by the war horses or rolled on the ground bouncing, and the armor hit the ground, making a dull clang.

Behind the rolling dust, the sound of hooves was still loud, and hundreds of javelins pierced through the smoke, and the white smoke hung on the javelins like silk.

Thirty more warrior monks were shot down and injured by javelins, and the holy riflemen were still loading and twisting the clockwork with deformed movements.

With the remaining Nigosaks, Niddersar sat upright on horseback, watching the scene in front of him like a beast fight.

The opponent's reinforcements had not yet arrived, and the last hole card was exhausted, at least to kill through this mutually supporting cross formation, the other cross formation only has the fate of falling.

Under the distant hillside, nearly 5,000 night watch guards and armored soldiers swarmed up with the peasant soldiers.

"Win!" Niddersar raised his index finger high, pointing to the sky, with a smug smile on his lips.

Besides winning, he couldn't think of any other words.

Smiling and turning his head, Niddersar picked up the kettle from the side of the saddle and poured water into his parched throat.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Two streams of water spurted out of Niddersar's nostrils.

He desperately yanked the war horse to turn his head, turned to the cross formation in front of him, and the previously heroic Nigosaks fell in the dust like the squires.

The holy riflemen who had finally finished loading blew up the terrible holy wind again, and the remaining hundred or so pikemen shouted in unison and rushed towards them.

The distance was far, but Niddersar could still see the confusion and fear on the faces of the Nigosaks.

This, how is this possible?

Niddersar stood up from the horse's back, and the kettle in his hand was accidentally crushed.

Didn't you say there was only one shot...

Damn it, Niddersar slapped his head, it was the trick of the monster Horn, he was tricked.

This thick-barreled spring-powered gun is clearly the same as the thin-barreled one, it can fire many shots!

"Are you still going to continue the attack?" The adjutant turned his head and looked at Niddersar's tangled face.

"............"

Will there be a third shot? Niddersar frowned.