plumnovel #400 - It must be Shesidon’s conspiracy!
#400 - It must be Shesidon’s conspiracy!
“Your Excellency, be careful—”
Mussack had just stepped out of his tent when he felt a pain in his left chest, and his whole body involuntarily tilted to the left.
A burst of blood mist erupted from Mussack's left chest. Even though he wore chainmail, his face instantly turned ashen.
The surrounding guards immediately raised their round shields, protecting Mussack beneath them.
“Get back, get back, don't block my view.”
Helped to his feet, Mussack surveyed his surroundings, the cold rain falling from the sky felt like it was flowing into his heart.
The camp before him was a scene of slaughter, with beastman hussar squads riding warhorses back and forth.
Knights and guards who hadn't had time to don their armor were cut down by afterimages as they ran to support, blood spurting from their necks.
“You call this a rout? You call this a rout?”
Mussack couldn't help but shout.
Unlike Count Matei, who spent all night reveling, Mussack was always disciplined, going to bed on time. But just as he was sleeping soundly, a servant suddenly told him that there was a rout.
But when he got up to look, it was nothing like that at all.
The beastman hussars were scattering, banging on gongs and drums, trampling tents, and setting fire to the grain.
They drew their scimitars, the curved, narrow blades slicing through the air, precisely cutting into the bodies of the panicked knights and guards.
Unlike the knightly swords commonly used by the Empire, these special sabers were more suitable for slashing attacks in cavalry combat.
At high speeds, the curved shape was more conducive to dragging and cutting.
During the slashing process, this design would not get stuck due to straight thrusts, reducing the reactionary force on the cavalry's wrists.
Occasionally, knights who were fully armored, before they could gather together to form a battle formation, were swarmed by Holy Musket cavalry.
Amidst the sounds of gunfire and the cries of warhorses, they were knocked to the ground before they could even counterattack.
The entire camp was in chaos.
“This isn't a rout, this is clearly a night raid!” Mussack rebuked in a cold voice.
“Lord Mussack, what should we do?”
“Gather the remaining knights who can fight, we'll go meet up with Gedi Mountain and Tyrol!” Mussack gritted his teeth, decisively issuing the order.
The entire camp was in chaos, some knights even had their heads cut off in their sleep.
In the dark, rainy night, there was no way to establish effective contact, so there was no way to establish effective command, and there was no point in staying here.
“It must be that old Xie Xidun who secretly opened a corner, deliberately letting them in.” As he ran towards the stables, Mussack cursed in a low voice.
If it weren't for that old bastard Xie Xidun, they wouldn't be here.
Even if that Lightning Witch had fought her way over from the other side, there was no way there wouldn't be any news.
Because if that were the case, the knights who were sent to report the news should have arrived long ago, they couldn't have appeared so abruptly near his camp.
Just because of a little personal feud with him, he ruined Lord Mizam's mission. That Xie Xidun is too inconsiderate.
In fact, Count Mussack's estimate of the cavalry's surprise attack speed was based on two points: the first point was the weather.
In this kind of rainy night, it was not suitable for cavalry to carry out surprise attacks, weren't they afraid of not being able to see the road clearly or their horses slipping and falling off their backs?
But this problem was not a big problem for the Holy Musket cavalry.
It was too easy for Jeanne to see the ground clearly, and she could even use lightning to illuminate the way from time to time to lead the way.
As for the Holy Musket cavalry, they were all Holy Favored Ones, and the extra Holy Power was enough to drive the fluorite to illuminate the light.
Torches were afraid of rain, but could it be that fluorite was also afraid of rain?
The second point was the problem of setting off again after taking down a camp. At a normal speed, it would be good to take down two camps in one night, and they would never hit Mussack's camp, which was relatively far back.
This was because after capturing a camp, the knights were bound to seize wealth and goods.
But unlike Count Mussack's calculations, the Holy Musket cavalry did not seize wealth and goods after attacking a camp.
Or rather, because the collective merit model was implemented, and Huo En did not hesitate to affect the operation of the Salvation Army government, he had to invest excellent accountants into the army as clerks.
The spoils of war and wealth obtained would be distributed after the war in detail, and the Holy Musket cavalry did not need to seize wealth and goods at all.
Having done the first two points offset the speed impact brought by the wet and muddy ground.
This led to the fact that the Saintess's cavalry set off later than Count Matei's deserters, but arrived earlier than them.
“Inconsiderate Xie Xidun.” Mussack pressed his bleeding wound and barely climbed onto his saddle. “Wait, I'm going to sue to Feiliu Fortress, I'm going to sue to the Holy See, I'm going to sue to the Holy See!”
Under Mussack's organization, a small team of more than thirty knights secretly flew towards the Tyrol camp.
But before they could run a few steps, a burst of rapid hoofbeats sounded from the side.
Hooves trampled mud and water, lightning illuminated everything.
To the side and in front of Mussack's team, a cavalry squad appeared abruptly, charging straight at them.
The leader was that Lightning Witch, she held the golden flag spear in her hand, rising and falling with the leaping black horse.
“What to do?”
“Don't get entangled in battle! We turn around!” Mussack responded while turning his horse's head.
Looking down from the sky, two horse teams, one rotating to the left and one rotating to the right.
A few seconds later, the horse team rotating to the right charged straight into the tail of Mussack's team.
Lightning was like a white-glowing ribbon, leaping rapidly through the horse team, burning horses and fully armed knights on horseback.
The skin curled up, revealing pink flesh, and pale yellow pus and blood flowed on the knights' bodies.
The knights around him were electrocuted one by one, and charred corpses fell from their horses, splashing mud and water on the ground.
They had run so far, but the witch behind them was still chasing after them.
When the guards around him were reduced to only a dozen or so in the lead bullets and lightning, Mussack suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted to the other knights: “You go, I'll hold them back.”
“Your Excellency, you…”
“Go quickly, report the news, to Matei, to Haintzk, to Tyrol, if these Holy Musket cavalry dare to come, we will annihilate them here!”
Leaving these words behind, Mussack turned around with two retainers and charged towards Jeanne, who was taking the lead.
The distance of thirty meters was just a trance, and both sides entered the most dangerous combat zone.
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“Devil!”
“Witch!”
Two roars sounded at the same time, and the sound of iron armor colliding echoed in his ears.
At the moment of engagement, a flash of lightning lit up the sky.
Mussack involuntarily closed his eyes, but for Jeanne, who had adapted to the lightning, this was just the Holy Father striking a fire-starter to light her way.
“Boom—”
The sound of thunder woke Mussack from his confusion.
A cold sensation came from his chest, he lowered his head and looked at the flag spear shaking up and down in his chest.
The cartilage between his two chests was shattered, and lightning spread throughout his body with the water vapor, making him almost unable to move.
The feeling of the saddle under his butt disappeared, and Mussack actually relived the feeling of weightlessness that he hadn't experienced for many years.
In full view of the public, the untitled titled knight who was pinned with high hopes was pierced through the chest in one move and fell face up on the ground.
As for Jeanne, who rushed over, gritted her teeth and pulled out the cavalry spear with bloodstains from her shoulder.
Mussack was indeed an edict knight who had touched the edge of the title, and she was rarely pierced through her left shoulder, and strands of blood flowed down the crack.
“Count Mussack is dead, Count Mussack is dead!” Coleibo suddenly shouted, and the rest of the Holy Musket cavalry followed suit.
This was originally just the Holy Musket cavalry shouting, and finally, the stubbornly resisting guards and knights took a look and saw that Mussack's warhorse was empty.
The ground was full of knights twitching and wailing, and beastman hussars were burning and killing everywhere.
Count Mussack is really dead? Then what are we fighting for!
“Count Mussack is dead, run away quickly.”
“Run away, run away, we've been defeated!”
The guards and knights creatively added a sentence to run away after Count Mussack died, fully embodying the literary creativity of the believers.
Wherever the slogan went, the guards threw away their weapons and fled, and the mountains and plains were full of fleeing guards and knights.
Some hid in the latrines, some climbed up the trees, and some even jumped into the rising river in a panic.
The hussars cheered and began to chase these fleeing guards and knights everywhere.
Driving his horse to the old knight, Jeanne reached out and grabbed her Holy Grail battle flag gun that Mussack had taken off the horse with him.
She tugged, but it didn't move.
A stream of blood with stomach acid gushed out of his throat, and Mussack's hands burst out with blue veins, tightly holding Jeanne's flag gun barrel.
“Don't be complacent, cough cough cough—” Mussack, choked by his own blood, roared weakly, “You're done, dare to go deep here, you're surrounded…”
“You're a little humorous.” Jeanne slowly rotated the gun barrel, sometimes loosening the flag gun and sometimes tightening the flag gun, stirring Mussack's internal organs into a mess.
I have to say, high-level knights are really difficult to kill. Normal people would have died or fainted from pain long ago, but Mussack was not only conscious, but could even speak.
“Haha, hahaha.” Although he was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak completely, Mussack still smiled sinisterly, “To my south is Count Matei, to the northeast of Gedi Mountain is my friend Count Tyrol, and to the northwest is Knight Haintzk…
The knights who just ran away have already gone to notify them, you are surrounded, I am dead, you can't escape either!”
Hearing Mussack's words, Jeanne's expression froze, she slowly turned her head: “Coleibo!”
“How is it? Am I still humorous? Haha—haha—” Mussack laughed so hard that blood flowed from his nose.
At this time, Coleibo rode over: “What's wrong?”
Jeanne took out the parchment, pointed to the two positions on it, and couldn't help but smile and said: “The last two camps have finally been found, you immediately send hussars to scout these two positions.”
“Really?” Coleibo immediately shouted in surprise, “Great… I'll take people there myself.”
“Okay, go quickly and come back quickly!”
“...Ah?” Mussack, who was originally on the verge of death, raised his head like a dying flash, widened his eyes, “Ah?! No, no, you're lying to me, you must be lying to me!!!”