When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#573 - You fight for me

Prince Kongdai withdrew from the hill area, and the Salvation Army completed its formation change while the mercenaries watched passively.

Although the twelve legions could still be arranged in two staggered rows, the north-south direction of the riverbank was narrower than the east-west direction.

Therefore, each legion had to divide its troops into squads of fifty men to occupy more of the hill highlands.

Each hill was occupied by about fifty to two hundred men.

They could be roughly divided into three lines: left, center, and right, with each line having a total force of 4 legions.

At this time, Stenbergh and Griffin also led their mercenaries to occupy the hills. Both mercenary leaders had dark faces and their foreheads showed slightly twitching veins.

In the previous vanguard battle, they each lost nearly three hundred soldiers. Griffin was slightly better, benefiting from Prince Kongdai's support and gaining some spoils.

Stenbergh, however, suffered heavy losses because the hill he attacked was relatively steep, blocked by a spear formation and shot mercilessly by gunners on both sides, achieving only a single-digit kill count.

These farmers were strangely evil, not only having crossbows that blew devil winds, but also being able to launch fireballs and a kind of screaming grenade that affected people's minds.

If Prince Kongdai hadn't personally led the decree-carrying company to keep them in line, they would have wanted to run away.

"How do we fight? His Highness the Prince is urging us again," Stenbergh said with a long, drawn-out face. "How about this, I'll attack the steeper central line, and you attack the gentler right line."

Griffin looked him up and down: "Why can't I attack the central line?"

"I'm just taking care of you, brother," Stenbergh replied with a forced smile.

"No need to take care of me, I'll take the central line, you go to the riverbank," Griffin glared at him. The left and right lines had fireball crossbows and that eagle-like clockwork gun, and he wouldn't go there.

Although the central line was a bit steeper, it was better than facing that terrifying big gun.

Griffin had personally witnessed the scene of flesh and blood splattering and limbs flying.

"Okay, but you can't steal my credit when I break through the enemy," Stenbergh said sarcastically, and led his mercenaries towards the right-line hills.

After the redeployment, the hills in front of the Salvation Army were filled with mercenaries.

Due to the terrain, they were also divided into several small squads, each with about four to five hundred men.

Fearing that the knights on the high ground would launch an attack from the flank, the Salvation Army did not launch an offensive.

Half an hour later, seeing the Norse bow cavalry begin to advance towards the decree-carrying company on the high ground, Prince Kongdai finally blew the horn.

After the vanguard battle, the war officially entered the hard-fought infantry battle phase.

The scorching sun sprinkled warmth, the river surface rippled with gentle light, embracing the cloud clusters in the sky.

The new buds on the branches swayed with the roars and the cold wind of early spring, and sparrows and black swallows stood on the branches, tilting their heads and looking at the loud area in the distance.

Under the bushes in the hollow of the hill, there were still piles of blackened old winter snow, exuding a gloomy aura, but at this moment, these snowdrifts were about to be dyed red and melted by hot blood.

"Charge!"

"Wulu! Wa! (For the King! West Coast Windmill Land accent.)"

"For freedom!"

"Long live Thousand River Valley!"

Slaughter was everywhere in the hollows, slopes, and hills.

A ferocious twin-axe swordsman chopped off the head of a war monk with his long sword, the blood staining half of his black armor red. Before he could rejoice, a volley of lead bullets sent him rolling down the slope.

A heavy corpse fell from the sky, instantly tripping a savage sword-and-shield soldier in the hollow. A nearby heavy crossbowman poked his head out from behind a large shield and accurately shot him in the throat.

The crossbowman excitedly squatted down, laboriously winding the heavy crossbow, but as soon as he looked up, he saw seven or eight round balls falling.

The next second, amidst a harsh buzzing sound, he stared blankly, his bald head reflecting sunlight, instantly becoming the target of the holy gunners' concentrated fire.

At the moment when the lead bullet hit his forehead, the crossbowman finally regained his senses from his daze.

The last scene he saw before his death was hundreds of soldiers in chainmail cloaks of red, yellow, and blue, desperately climbing the hill, like a winding snake.

And such scenes were happening on all the surrounding dozen or so hills, with arrows, throwing axes, and lead bullets flying over everyone's heads.

They were going crazy, completely crazy with killing.

The soldiers on both sides kept climbing, gritting their teeth, braving lead bullets and arrows to reach the top of the slope, and then pushing the enemy troops off the top of the slope with spear formations like snails.

Twin-axe greatswordsmen repeatedly jumped and chopped, cutting off the heads of Salvation Army soldiers.

Vaulting soldiers rolled around at the soldiers' feet, inserting short knives and blood into the mercenaries' thighs or abdomens.

After occupying a hill, both sides had to quickly gather reinforcements to push back the soldiers trying to retake the hill.

Every time the mercenaries managed to advance their troops to the top of the slope, clockwork bombs or fireball spells would rain down from the sky, followed by spearmen pushing back up.

Every time the Salvation Army occupied the mercenaries' side of the slope, they could see Prince Kongdai or Alfos arriving like lightning with the decree-carrying company, defeating the Salvation Army infantry.

But when the decree-carrying company wanted to pursue their victory, fireball crossbows or falcon cannons would be pushed up, and countless iron sand, lead bullets, and stones would be fired, shattering the knights' attempts again and again.

Blood flowed from the top of the slope to the bottom of the hollow, even forming small blood streams and blood pools.

If one wasn't careful, a blood-sucking vine would rise from this blood, lashing or binding nearby mercenaries and twin-axe greatswordsmen.

The monks, under the protection of the demon hunters, tremblingly climbed to the top of the hill, cutting off the mana connection between Catherine and the blood-sucking vines.

Some were resting on the battlefield, while others were constantly grinding meat in battle.

Although the situation looked anxious, Lakunio on the high ground could see clearly that the balance of victory was tilting towards the Salvation Army.

These elite mercenaries and knights were most often used in large-scale battles on the plains and were not adapted to this kind of small-unit combat.

On the other hand, the guards and sergeants performed well.

Compared to the mercenaries and guards, the Salvation Army's movements were very orderly, with the front army retreating, the rear army covering, and a rotation system.

The flags on the hills were constantly moving, and the war monks, tired after a long battle, were quickly rotated to the rear to bandage their wounds and meditate to restore their holy power.

This repeated deployment was originally a high-end operation, requiring a high level of command, because a gap could be exposed if one wasn't careful.

But the two battle group leaders who dominated the battlefield situation had hardly made any mistakes from beginning to end.

Even if they occasionally made a few mistakes, they were actually filled in by those low-level officers and soldiers on their own initiative.

Lakunio watched with envy, wondering where the demon man had found such good infantry.

He really couldn't understand it. They hadn't been to the Red Mill Village, was there some kind of magic there?

First, there were the geniuses Horn the demon man and Jeanne the witch, and then two people were randomly drawn out, and they were both at the level of a one-army commander.

Lakunio had to admit that this Salvation Army Commander-in-Chief was also a wonderful person.

He was engaging in large-scale plain battles with guards and sergeants who were good at small-unit combat, and engaging in small-unit meat grinder battles with Prince Kongdai and others who were good at large-scale battles.

Every time, the enemy began to use their testicles to strike the Salvation Army's iron fist in a daze.

If they continued to fight like this, even if their supernatural level crushed the Salvation Army, their side would definitely become more and more tired and eventually collapse.

They couldn't keep fighting like this.

"Edmund, take your troops to disperse these bow cavalry first, and then entangle the enemy's clockwork gun knights," Lakunio commanded calmly. "Gallien, get ready, and patrol the edge of the high ground. As soon as you hear the sound of a big gun firing on the left line, charge immediately."

"The remaining mercenary knights, go to the hill battlefield area below to support our mercenaries."