Chapter 825: Battle of Marunpo (VI)
Riding his horse, he broke out of the phalanx formation and, escorted by dozens of cavalrymen, rushed up the mound on one side.

At the junction of the earthen mounds that undulate like waves and the sky, snow and sand fall down.

With the naked eye, one can see black silhouettes lined up in neat rows crossing the boundary between the hills and the sky.

Despite the distance, Dretta could still hear the clanking sound of weapons colliding.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it!” After cursing three times, Dreta’s face turned ashen.

More than a thousand people, according to the organization of the mad pope’s pseudo-holy alliance, should be two infantry regiments and one or two hundred Kush rangers.

Among the crowds of people in black clothes and black armor, a swaying colorful feather was particularly eye-catching. It was the one hundred Holy Grail Musketeers led by Coleman.

Although these more than a thousand people would not change the final outcome of the war, they brought great variables to the battle.

Originally, in another five minutes, with their current progress, they should be able to defeat the people occupying the Bahrain Manor in Malenbo.

Once the Bahrain Manor was destroyed, the remaining villages and camps in Malenbo would be completely destroyed.

But at this moment, at such a critical moment!
Most importantly, where did they come from?
“Damn it, damn it…” It seemed as if Dreta could not say anything other than damn it.

But in the end he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. Although something went wrong with the plan, he could still accept it.

After all, no matter how tense the situation on the fortress front is, it is not impossible to squeeze out a thousand people to provide support.

Turning the horses, Dreta said with a serious face: “For the time being, there is no need to order the knights to fight on foot. Tell them to mount their horses and intercept the reinforcements.”

Here, Dreta was in a state of confusion, while the morale of the Black Champion was greatly boosted.

“It’s reinforcements!”

“Lord Coleman, reinforcements are here, reinforcements are here!”

The rangers shouted at the top of their lungs as they rushed over from behind the hillside, telling everyone the good news.

There was even a ranger who got too close to the battlefield and was shot in the throat by an arrow from the Imperial Knight, but he still couldn’t help but used up his last bit of strength and raised the flag high.

“Fellow believers! Hold on for five more minutes!”

After climbing up a dirt slope, Kaler roared, “Did you hear that? The reinforcements have arrived. All of Kaler’s Centuriae follow me and line up in front of the dirt rampart. Send these bastards back home!”

It was as if it was a replica of Horn’s Battle of Pavia. The Horn-headed flag representing General Victor and the last reserve of a hundred men rushed to the front.

Looking down from the air, it was as if the silk that was drifting with the waves was suddenly tightened, and actually blocked the impacting water flow.

The news of the arrival of reinforcements spread quickly throughout the battlefield, and the morale that was on the verge of collapse was stabilized again in just a few tens of seconds.

Dreta, who always prided himself on his noble status, suddenly burst out with a bunch of Dawn Island swear words to greet his parents.

He even regretted that he should not have issued the imperial order to intercept the one thousand reinforcements.

But if it is not intercepted, the combination of the two parties may not be as good as it is now.

“Carry up my flag.” As if he had made up his mind, Dreta pulled down the mask of his bird-beak helmet.

“Lord Dreta, what are you doing?” Baron Macherov grabbed Dreta’s arm in horror.

“What?” Dreta gritted his teeth under his visor. “We can only win this battle. They will charge into the battle themselves. I can’t? I’m also a titled knight!”

“That’s not necessary, Lord Dreta. You have a bright future ahead of you.”

At this moment, the remaining four hundred extraordinary knights gathered under the military flag, untied the bags around their waists and poured the potion into their mouths.

Dreta was no exception, but when he untied the bag and was about to drink the potion, his arm suddenly stopped.

“woo woo woo woo–“

Another army’s horn sounded, as if it was right next to my ears.

The sound of heavy horse hooves came from the other side of the hillside, echoing over the battlefield.

The sound of horse hooves was like an invisible hand pressing down on the chest of everyone, including Dreta, making every breath heavy.

Dreta’s eyelids twitched slightly. He put down the potion in his hand, slowly turned his head and looked at the other side of the hillside.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted. White and silver light shone under the dim sky, and a cavalry column of nearly a thousand people was slowly advancing.

They lined up in rows of a hundred people, forming a 100X10 horizontal formation like the Dunjar Phalanx.

This is the square formation tactics of the Frankish Cavalry, probably taught by the Franks who are eager to see the world in chaos.

But, but, the flags of this group of cavalry made Dreta dizzy before he even drank the potion.

Holy Grail.

In the military organization of the Holy League, the most loyal, elite and powerful knights are represented – the Holy Grail Musketeers.

The Holy Grail Gun Riders not only need to be proficient in riding skills, but also need to know breathing techniques and be a Saint.

Indeed, Horn hired quite a few French instructors to help with training.

And now, they were right in front of Dreta.

Dreta felt his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and cold sweat quickly seeped out of his palms, soaking his leather gloves.

He was young and had experienced many battlefields, but at this moment, he felt a deep sense of uneasiness for the first time.

It’s not just because of the combat effectiveness of the Holy Grail Cavalry – they are indeed extremely powerful, but still within controllable range.

But because their appearance means something more terrible.

Squeezing out a thousand infantrymen was still within an acceptable range, but squeezing out nearly a thousand Holy Grail musketeers was abnormal.

Thinking of a terrible possibility, Deretta tremblingly asked Macherov beside him: “Is there any connection with the other four divisions?”

Seeing that Dreta had given up the idea of ​​charging, Macherov breathed a sigh of relief and said, “I’ll contact him right away.”

As Macherov rode away, the situation began to get completely out of control.

Nearly a thousand Holy Grail Musketeers quickly entangled all the Extraordinary Knights, forcing the Imperial Order Company to abandon Coleman and provide support.

After a whole morning of fighting, the knights had used magic and potions, but their morale was not as high as before a battle, and they were only supported by a breath of air.

Although the Holy Grail Gunners were exhausted, their spirit and morale were far superior to those of the extraordinary knights.

But there is more to it than that.

In the distance, on the mountain road, new infantry columns emerged one after another.

Black armor and silver armor were interlaced, spears and holy guns were lined up, and new reinforcements continued to pour into the battlefield like a tide.

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand…

In the end, a total of three thousand people appeared on the battlefield.

Including the Holy Grail Cavalry, the current strength of Qianhe Valley has reached five thousand!

After the previous consumption, the Leia people had less than 7,000 soldiers left. Not to mention doubling the strength, they didn’t even reach the standard of a 50% advantage in field battles!

The whispers of Leia’s soldiers gradually increased, their gun-holding hands began to tremble slightly, and low-voiced curses were heard one after another.

Staring at the battlefield, Count Dreta’s nails dug deeply into his palms. He could almost hear the sound of his own heart beating violently.

But worse is yet to come.

When he hurriedly ordered people to contact other fronts, the intelligence brought by Macherov completely plunged him into the abyss.

“Sir, the other four armies…we have long lost contact with them.”

Count Dreta’s world seemed to collapse at that moment.

He finally realized—

This was not a simple reinforcement, but a thorough encirclement and suppression.

(End of this chapter)