Chapter 842 Wild Wild Wolf Sergeant

Stretching out his hands with sharp claws, Little Hart crashed into the leaping red knight.

The heavy weight pulled the two men down from mid-air, smashed them onto the solid mortar breastwork, and then rolled to the ground together.

Under the violent impact, even the thick-skinned werewolf Little Hart was stunned for a moment.

But the Red Knight seemed to have no pain or any emotion. He mechanically and stiffly pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into Little Hart’s mouth.

Little Hart’s beast instinct was triggered, and he subconsciously bit the red knight’s wrist.

In an instant, dirty and smelly blood poured into his mouth, almost making him pass out.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the red knight elbowed Little Hart in the right cheek.

While knocking him unconscious, his right hand shot out like lightning, picked up the dagger, and swung it with the reverse grip. The blade narrowly passed by little Hart’s neck.

“Damn it!” He kicked the knight’s thigh with both legs, and the red knight fell sideways.

While Little Hart was still gasping for breath, the red knight in front of him seemed to not need to breathe. He drew out his knight’s sword and chopped it down heavily like the roof.

Little Hart rolled to avoid it, and the knight’s sword hit the breastwork with a crisp sound.

Taking advantage of the rebound force from hitting the wall, the red knight swept across again, trying to cut open little Hart’s soft wolf belly.

“What kind of monster are you? Don’t you need to breathe and relieve the force?” The tip of the sword cut through the chain mail, and a red blood mark flowed through the wolf’s hair.

The Red Knight said nothing, but just kept swinging his sword.

He attacked several times to block Little Hart’s original retreat route, then stepped forward with his left foot and used the knight’s sword in his right hand to chop Little Hart’s shoulder blade.

“boom!”

Just as Little Hart was about to take the blow, the red knight slowly fell down.

Five meters away, Wolowitz, looking pale, nodded at Little Hart.

Little Hart nodded in return and leapt hard onto the parapet with both feet.

When his hairy soles stepped on the cold breastwork, little Hart gasped.

The situation in the middle section of the city wall is not optimistic.

Taking advantage of the speed of the charge, at least a dozen red knights crossed the breastwork and landed behind it.

The rest of the Red Knights and Imperial Knights were stopped at the breastwork by chevaux de frise and trenches.

Strangely enough, not to mention Jeshka, even little Hart felt something was wrong.

Why didn’t these red knights use the magic of walking on flat ground? Could it be that they forgot?
In any case, these brave red knights rushed over the breastwork and began to charge back and forth among the surging weapons and armor.

They were arranged in a 20×5 array, with spears and halberds densely arranged, like the interlaced looms in the Holy See’s textile factory.

The rolling spears and halberds dragged and stabbed in an interlaced manner, and the sabers and hammers repeatedly hit the body and legs of the Red Knight.

But the bravery of these red knights exceeded everyone’s imagination. Other extraordinary knights would become numb, distracted, and their movements would become deformed when they felt pain.

However, no matter what, these red knights were able to complete their slashing and swinging attacks completely or even perfectly, with extremely fast speeds and high accuracy.

What’s even more terrifying is that their offensive movements seem endless and they have endless energy.

The spear stabbed across the breastplate with a sound, leaving a shallow mark.

Dietrich Tebert pressed down the rear end of the gun barrel, and the gun barrel, which was bent like a snake, suddenly straightened, and it accelerated suddenly after being stationary.

This is the extraordinary martial art passed down from the ancestors of the Norn mountain people – the fast and slow gun.

The Norn mountain folk are in a state of bondage to their lords. These barbaric mountain folk inherit extraordinary martial arts collectively with the village as the core.

A move like Dietribert’s is a classic Norn mountain folk martial art.

The normal spear stab should be one, two, three, but Dietrich’s stab is (one, two) (empty) three.

Many extraordinary knights would be easily pierced in the throat because they were caught off guard, and this red knight was no exception.

The red knight, with an extremely rigid mind, was still dodging in the rhythm of one, two, three, but his neck just happened to be close to the tip of Dietrich’s gun.

At first, a huge resistance was transmitted from the tip of the gun to his wrist, but he continued to exert force, and with a “puff” sound, the tip of the gun pierced into the throat of the Red Knight.

“Pretty!”

“Great job, Captain Dietrich Bert!”

After the throat was pierced, the Red Knight was visibly stunned, and the rest of the Wolf Monks rushed over and pulled him off his horse. As the captain, Dietrich Bert naturally did not pursue him, but just supported himself on his knees to adjust his breathing.

“Dietrich Bert, behind you!”

He turned around and saw the bald devil horse head rushing towards him with its tongue wagging.

He bent his waist, tried his best to block the spear in front of his chest, and jumped sideways to avoid it.

But the moment the cloth horse armor came into contact, unimaginable force came from the devil horse’s shoulder.

His feet left the ground and he fell two or three meters.

When he woke up from his coma, he found his whole body wrapped in divine light. He touched his mouth and nose and saw dried blood.

When I looked up, I saw a bloody scene.

His former comrades on the training ground were knocked away by the red knight holding a war hammer. What was most difficult for Dietrich to accept was that all his team members fell down.

Although before, they were all from different villages and didn’t know each other very well.

But in the previous training, they had endured so much hardship and made so many contributions together.

They had long been the second most important people to Dietrich Tribert, but now they were lying on the ground, breathing no breath.

“The internal organs are vibrating and displaced, the ribs are fractured, and the body fluids are seriously unbalanced. Carry him to the back immediately… Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing with the potion?!”

Before the monk with the army could finish speaking, Dietrich picked up the spear on the ground and rushed to the killing field again.

“Lord Jeshka, don’t you need the clockwork cannon?” Little Hart, with his arm wrapped in blood, pushed the doctor away and rushed to Jeshka.

“No need.” With his right hand on the parapet, Jessica replied calmly.

“Those red knights are too difficult to kill. They are fearless and brave. We kill them one by one. We don’t have enough time…”

“Need not.”

“At least blast them away and give me some breathing space.”

“Need not.”

“If we don’t use it anymore, all our wolf brothers will die!”

“Then withdraw Sergeant Wolf.”

“Are the only Wild Wolf brothers the Wild Wolf Sergeants?” With red eyes, Little Hart blew his anger at Jeshka for the first time.

Jeshka glanced at him and said, “You are the Chapter Master, and I am the Chapter Master?”

Bernardo beside him grabbed Little Hart’s arm and said, “Each gun has only seven firing opportunities before sunset. We must use them at the critical moment.”

There was nothing they could do about it; the enemy had far more troops than them and could surround them directly.

It also contains a large number of mobile and flexible cavalry who can easily search and find the winding point.

Not to mention, the river they originally controlled had been cut off by Lavle’s organized laborers an hour ago.

Lavul had actually thought of something that the kingdom’s generals had never thought of before.

If you want to wind up the clockwork cannon, you’ll probably have to wait until it’s dark at night.

“Isn’t it crucial now?”

Jeshka didn’t even look at Little Hart. He just took out his telescope and looked at the front line. “This is only the middle line of the first breastwork. Didn’t you learn in military school that kindness is not good for the army?”

Little Hart was speechless for a moment.

He just stared blankly at the bloody battlefield, then he looked at Jieshka who looked calm.

How could he withstand such tremendous pressure and such heavy casualties?

Many of these people were good friends who had fought alongside him, but was he going to watch them die?
Before Little Hart could figure it out, he suddenly noticed that Jeshka’s muscles tensed up.

Knowing that something had happened on the front line, Little Hart immediately turned around.

At some point, the red knights who kept crossing the breastwork were heading towards the gap in the breastwork.

That was the narrow path left for the Wild Wolf Monks to charge, and amidst the seemingly randomly arranged obstacles in front of the breastwork, the Red Knights involuntarily moved towards the narrow path.

“I knew it, I knew they were a bunch of brainless idiots!” Jeshka put down the telescope, his hands trembling, “Tell the artillerymen to get ready and load the shotgun shells!”

(End of this chapter)