Chapter 841 Red Red Red Knight

Following Lavr’s order.

A monk in black robes walked to the front of the formation, but there was only one long arrow in his quiver.

The arrowhead was made of the same material as Horn’s Blood Cloud. It had a hollow hole in the middle and was a specially made whistling arrow.

The monk stretched out his arms, revealing densely packed black tattoos of Myrcella and Lilith kissing.

He held the arrow with two fingers, tightened the string with three fingers, and slowly pulled the bowstring.

There was a bang and the strings rang.

The arrow that was deliberately missed was like a whistle-bird that streaked through the sky and stuck in the spiked wooden stake, still buzzing.

Targeting the red arrow, three hundred red knights and two hundred reorganized knights of the Fifth Imperial Order Company shot out like blood bursting from their veins.

Unlike in the past when they rushed to the front, this time the Knights of the Imperial Order chose to cover the rear and both wings.

The cold wind blew up the thin red clothes, revealing the dirty gray-black bandages under the chain mail.

Unlike the other noble knights who ostentatiously shouted out their family names, these red knights remained silent.

Instead, the devil horses under them all neighed in unison.

Almost at the same time, a strong drumbeat was heard from behind the breastwork.

It was as if a strong wind was blowing, and the leaves were rustling, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound.

The 20mm diameter lead bullet, pushed by the spiral firing rod, rubs the inner wall of the gun barrel and makes it hot.

There was a series of crisp sounds like sharp blades being drawn from their sheaths, and twenty lead bullets weighing 60 grams tore through the plate chain mail of the seven red knights in an instant.

Minced meat mixed with blood spurted out.

The huge impact force squeezed the flesh and blood out of the body, and the deformed lead turned into an irregular shape and got stuck in the body of the Red Knight.

Many extraordinary knights find it difficult to resist such tremendous pain and damage, no matter how strong their willpower is.

Especially in many cases, even if you can hold on with your willpower, the deformation of your body’s physiology and movements are uncontrollable.

But these seven red knights were different. After being hit by lead bullets, only two of them died on the spot because they were hit in the spine, brain or heart.

Among the remaining five people, one of them had his ribs exposed to the air, but they continued to charge towards the breastwork position as if nothing had happened.

Although the knights of the imperial decree following behind them vaguely knew the origin of the Red Knight, they still couldn’t help but pray in their hearts that the Holy Father would forgive their sins.

Then they buried their heads lower in the horse’s mane to avoid being targeted by the spiral gun.

Lying on horseback, they also heard bursts of insults coming from the enemy’s formation.

Obviously, the monks of the Wild Wolf Regiment also did not expect that the clockwork guns did not have much effect on these red knights.

“Ready, shoot!”

The deputy captain of the Fifth Command Company was the first to draw his horse bow and put an arrow on it.

Hundreds of large bows were drawn.

Amid the sound of bowstrings snapping, a wave of arrows rose up from behind the red knights, like a swarm of locusts, thumping down on the breastworks and chevaux de frise.

“Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!”

The deputy company captain kept roaring, saying that the Order Knight was, after all, an Order Knight. He actually shot out six waves of feather arrows in an instant during the charge.

These light arrows from horse bows cannot penetrate armor, but they can still make the Wild Wolf Monks unable to raise their heads.

Under the cover of arrow feathers, the red knights successfully entered the killing range of one hundred meters.

Standing up from behind the breastwork, Captain Wolowitz of the 50th Holy Gun Squadron of the Wild Wolf Regiment glanced at the charging Red Knights for a moment.

Having taken numerous tests in the military academy and having three years of military experience, he instantly determined a key piece of information.

Since the enemy knights’ attack speed is too fast, at their current speed, they can only fight for two rounds at most.

Without prior agreement, the officers gave the order to shoot over the shoulder.

The holy musketeers in the second row immediately placed their clockwork guns on the shoulders of the soldiers in the first row and aimed at the charging red knights.

Unlike matchlock muskets, getting too close would cause each other to ignite and easily deafen the soldiers in front.

Clockwork guns can be considered green, silent, and harmless. They can be squeezed together or mounted on the shoulder without hindering firing, but can increase the density of firepower projection. “Throw spider silk bullets!”

“Praise the Holy Wind!”

In an instant, nearly two hundred lead bullets pierced the air, and clouds of blood mist exploded from the bodies of the red knights.

Like dominoes, the red knights fell one after another along the two “front lines” of the arrow formation.

Looking from mid-air, it seemed as if a red mist suddenly rose up and blocked the red knights in the back row.

But Wolowitz and other Holy Gun officers did not feel much joy.

According to the normal process, after being hit, the knights should let out a groan, but more often they screamed or even shrieked in fear.

But these red knights seemed to have forgotten their vocal cords and remained dead silent.

Instead, many devil horses were frightened and neighed, and some even turned around and tried to escape.

Faced with their own blood mist and the corpses of their companions on the ground, these red knights rushed forward as if they saw nothing.

As for the thrown spider silk bullets, these devil horses are both timid and smart.

They either jumped into the air to avoid it or kicked the spider silk away before it exploded.

Fortunately, this wave of shooting caused dozens of red knights to be injured and more than a dozen red knights to fall off their horses.

Like the movement of precise gears, the gunners in the first two rows lined up and moved back to the rear, while the two rows at the back marched forward in unison.

The saber collided with the gun barrel, and the creaking sound of the clockwork gears could be faintly heard.

“Over the shoulder shot!”

“Praise the Holy Wind!”

The second huge blood mist rose up, and dozens of red knights fell off their horses and rolled on the ground.

Because the distance was closer, more Red Knights were knocked down or injured in this wave than the last time.

If we follow the ratio, the Red Knight should have a 30% casualty rate.

If we replace them with the Wild Wolf Regiment and other new regiments, given their morale, this casualty rate will result in a large number of deserters.

But these red knights are still charging!
“Damn, so hard?!” Even Jeshka cursed under his breath.

“Sabers raised!” Wolowitz was the first to draw his saber, “Get ready for battle!”

Little Hart behind him howled like a wolf, with thick black wolf hair sticking out from his cheeks and armor, and his surging muscles propping up the previously loose chain mail.

He nodded to Wolowitz, indicating that Sergeant Wolf was ready, and Wolowitz turned back.

The monks at his side raised their spears and halberds, with the tips of their shining blades pointing at the charging red knights.

The hurried sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye it was ringing in my ears.

“Xilulu!”

A pair of iron hooves stepped on the edge of the breastwork, and foul-smelling saliva dripped onto the gun barrel.

The Wild Wolf Monks looked up and saw several red knights rising into the wind. They appeared in the sight of many Wild Wolf Monks as if floating out of thin air.

Time seemed to slow down, and Wolowitz looked at the soles of hooves passing by, the bare belly of the horse, and the spear stabbing at him at high speed.

It was obvious that the lance would pierce Wolowitz’s head in the next moment.

“Roar–“

The lance narrowly missed Wolowitz’s scalp.

A black shadow rushed out the moment the red knight jumped, leaving only a few tufts of wolf hair fluttering in the wind.

The moment seven or eight wolf soldiers collided with the leaping red knight, wolf hair and chain mail rings fell down.

And time seems to continue flowing at this moment.

He thrust his saber into the chest of the panicked devil horse, and with his body covered in horse blood, Wolowitz roared, “Long live the Holy Union! For freedom!”

(End of this chapter)