When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#686 - gun!

Taskin hurried through the grass, his spear and boots constantly colliding with the reeds. He stumbled as he ran, as if he were about to lose his balance at any moment.

Yet, despite this frantic run, the others behind him fell behind and tumbled into the water, while he remained firmly on solid ground.

The whistling of shells echoed in his ears again. Taskin raised his head and saw a black shadow flash past, followed by a spray of mud and dirt behind him.

Feeling the pain of the mud and stones hitting his back, Taskin shrank his neck in fear, but gritted his teeth and continued to sprint.

Among the reeds, hundreds of mercenaries who had been scouting ahead were fleeing for their lives, with stray bullets flying behind them and shells falling overhead.

Every two or three minutes, a waterspout or mud pillar would erupt from the puddles and mudflats around them, forcing the slowing soldiers to dash forward again.

Four 6-pound cannons and a 12-pound cannon on the water alternated firing shells, not to bombard the enemy in the reeds, but to drive them back and cover the Divine Punishment Army as they arrayed and gathered on the front line.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it…"

As he ran, Taskin couldn't help but mutter under his breath. He had experienced many escapes in his life, but this was the most panicked he had ever been.

It was the first time he had ever seen a trebuchet that could fire with such frequency, speed, and range.

Its shape was even more unheard of and unseen: a long iron pipe, without any bowstring or bow arm, that could be operated by only two or three people to launch grapefruit-sized iron balls.

Hearing the buzzing sound behind him, Taskin had a flash of inspiration. He suddenly lunged forward, prostrating himself on the ground. The next second, a huge iron ball filled his vision, smashing into the heels of the unfortunate soul in front of him.

The iron ball bounced lightly and rolled away, and the unlucky man's leg below the knee immediately flew off into the distance.

Fortunately, this was a swamp. If it had been the rocky hills around Sola Fortress, a few ricochets would have taken down seven or eight soldiers in the front row.

But the surrounding soldiers, seeing this, ran even more desperately.

"Save me, save me!" The unfortunate man grabbed Taskin's ankle, desperately shouting at him.

Almost falling from having his ankle grabbed, Taskin kicked him in the chin in exasperation, knocking him unconscious, and then quickly rushed towards the main formation.

After passing through this narrow reed叢, he saw 3,000 transcendent foot knights or mercenary greatsword masters arranged in a tight square formation.

The monks in the formation shouted loudly, and rays of light and blessings fell on the crowd, causing these transcendents to roar with bloodthirsty rage.

In the roar before the battle, Taskin lowered his body and rushed forward without saying a word.

Looking at the rat-like figure with its back hunched, Earl Kazik frowned, "Who is that person?"

"I don't know, probably a mercenary. He just went to the front to scout and block the enemy."

Thinking about the booming sounds he had heard earlier, Earl Kazik stroked his gauntlet and said lightly, "Bring him here. I want to ask him about the situation."

"Yes." A knight immediately ran out.

After giving the order, Earl Kazik wore a stern face and stared at the large square formation in front of him. Although it was not as good as he had expected, it was at least qualified.

These 3,000 men were the most elite soldiers of the Lilac Corridor and the Black Serpent Bay Church, including dismounted foot knights and recruited elite mercenaries.

Unlike the half-transcendent, half-mortal Dunjar square formations, this fully armored transcendent foot battle formation was the ultimate weapon against the Black Serpent Bay people in recent years.

Although they were dismounted, knights were still knights. As long as they gathered together, they could withstand even the breath of a red dragon with the help of blessings.

Moreover, even if a mage tried to cast a spell, they would most likely be killed by skirmishing demon hunters and archers.

The Black Serpent Bay army had been repeatedly defeated in countless field battles because of this.

If the enemy's mages could not exert their strength, then only infantry could fight head-on.

Speaking of infantry fighting head-on, it was completely in Earl Kazik's familiar rhythm. No matter how strong the so-called pseudo-Pope's guard was, could they be stronger than knights who had been trained for more than ten or twenty years in foot combat?

Looking at the neatly arranged square formation, Earl Kazik nodded slightly, turned around, and saw the knight returning empty-handed. His face darkened, "Where is the person?"

"He ran too fast and disappeared," the knight said awkwardly. "But I caught several others, and they all said that the enemy has magic trebuchets that can launch meteors."

"Meteors?" Earl Kazik was a little confused. If there were real meteors, why didn't they directly bombard the base camp?

If the mercenaries were fabricating stories, how could they come up with the exact same lies?

"It should be a new kind of magic." Calming himself, Earl Kazik instructed the knight beside him, "Tell the demon hunter团 to detour from the riverbank, and the archers too. If a mage shows his face, immediately focus fire on him."

Because demon hunters could sense spellcasting reactions, they could hide out of sight and direct the archers to focus fire on mages in one direction, which would most likely interrupt spellcasting.

"Send a few brave ones to take a look ahead," Earl Kazik listened for a while. "There should still be enemy warships firing on the river. This is difficult to deal with. Tell the Serpent Sect's demon hunters to bore holes in their hulls."

Although he felt something was wrong, Earl Kazik still followed the original plan.

After all, they had a fully armored transcendent square formation, and they were waiting in a relaxed position. The enemy's vanguard force was only two thousand men, and their formation was scattered. There was no reason they couldn't win.

At this time, the archers and demon hunters had already run out of the bushes and reeds. Seeing the flags waving in the distance, Earl Kazik knew it was time.

"The whole army moves forward, take the initiative to meet the enemy, don't let them gather together."

With an order from Earl Kazik, he led the supervision team at the rear, heading towards the reeds in front.

Iron-armored boots stepped on the slippery mud, sinking in half an inch with each step. The knights, who had been marching and running for a day and a night, were now unusually excited.

In the horn sounds that constantly swirled in the air, the 60x50 square formation slowly entered the predetermined position on the battlefield.

"Glory and loyalty!"

The knights roared in unison, the sun-like flags waved like flames, and the armor and feathers in the dense formation stirred, like an ocean of flags and feathers.

The battle cries of more than 3,000 people gathered together, and even Earl Kazik, who was standing at the very back commanding the battle, couldn't help but roar along.

In the overwhelming battle cries, the Divine Punishment Army and the Guards were as silent as sheep.

Once they entered the battlefield, they only heard the orders of their officers, and had none of the spirit they had before.

These two armies were completely opposite: one was numb during the march but spirited on the battlefield, and the other was spirited during the march but numb on the battlefield.

Under the transmission of layers of military orders, fourteen Falcon Cannons slowly moved forward, aiming their muzzles at the densely marching square formation a few hundred meters away.

Although the terrain was soft, the Falcon Cannon itself weighed only 400 pounds. With widened wheels and three to five people working together, they could always push it.

The Sand Sculpture Cannons fell behind, not yet in position.

One reason was that the Sand Sculpture Cannons were too heavy to transport on the mud, and the temporary hydraulic cocking machine could only cock the smaller Falcon Cannons. The spring magazines of the Sand Sculpture Cannons were almost one less for each use.

Looking at the dozen iron pipes on the mudflat, Earl Kazik thought for a moment before hesitantly asking himself, "Large spring-powered guns?"

Before he and the demon hunters could confirm, a fist-sized cannonball suddenly flew out of the long pipe in a sudden gust of wind.