Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

Chapter 112 Damn it, save a hand!

Woo~ang~

A dull and long horn sound sounded at the same time outside the three walls of Feralas's northern beach and Teldrassil.

"attack!"

The four knight captains drew out their swords at the same time, raised their arms and shouted.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

The bloody drums forcibly encouraged the exhausted old farmers to rush to the battlefield.

"Come on!"

The old peasant infantry wearing simple armor, under the urging of the knight attendants supervising the battle on the flanks, had no choice but to accept their fate and run forward carrying the extra-long ladder with their companions in front and behind.

Damn it, you have such good armor, why don't you step forward!

A young freedman's eyes were filled with hatred.

Just now, the attendant who was standing behind him and responsible for pushing the arrow-blocking cart gave him a hard kick because he started a step too slowly. Now, with every step he takes, the pain in his calf is like a sharp sword. his body.

"Brothers, if you move faster, if you do it four more times, I will definitely be able to set that siege tower on fire!"

A Vlandian engineer yelled, with an annoyed look on his brows. He didn't fire the first cannonball well, and it was inexplicably missed by a long way, but he would definitely not make another mistake next time.

Isn’t it okay for me to predict in advance?

"Trebuchet, launch!"

While the Vlandian engineers were moving quickly, large silver trebuchets finally appeared in front of the three siege positions, driven hard by many old farmers.

That's a divine field trebuchet!

The numerous Bretonnian knights waiting in formation looked at the war weapons being pushed in front of them with complicated eyes.

In order to fight, this is necessary, not to mention that it has been blessed by the Grail monks and prophetesses!

They comforted themselves in their hearts.

......

As we all know, Bretonnian knights who follow the spirit of chivalry hate long-range weapons.

Especially the enemy's!

Therefore, even if they know that these equipment can make their battle easier, they are not willing to touch them.

Therefore, the task of using these despicable weapons can only fall on the heads of old farmers.

This was the remedial measure that Lilith arranged after seeing that the deception had gone too far.

This is how the Divine Bless series of equipment was born.

Endorsed by their faith, the knights of Bretonnia were able to rapidly develop from the embarrassing situation of fighting in the country and only fighting in the field to a military force that no one dares to despise.

Bang!

A freeman wearing ripped linen clothes raised the big mallet in his hand hard and smashed it towards the launching bulge.

Due to the resistance of the noble knights, the only siege weapons produced in Bretonnia were trebuchets, and the rest were imported.

Therefore, Lilith, who had lost her fun, had to ask the Holy Grail monks and prophetesses to draw runes on the trebuchet as much as possible to increase its power.

It is no exaggeration to describe Bretonnia's siege battles without technology and magic.

If they were on the mainland, the prophetesses could add enchantments to the purchased artillery, but this was obviously unrealistic in Arabi; therefore, they could only attach it to crudely made trebuchets.

boom!

The huge stone roared away with silver light, streaking across the dark night sky like a meteor.

boom!

The boulder accurately hit the trebuchet on the tower, shattering it with one blow, and then it actually lit up with silver light.

boom!

A bright light flashed, and the boulder made a huge muffled sound. A powerful impact suddenly erupted from the inside out. Countless small stones were like shotguns, instantly smashing into sieves the surrounding soldiers who were lucky enough to survive and those who had died.

"brother!"

A citizen cavalry standing at the bottom of one side of the tower shouted in grief and anger when he saw the exploding tower. The half-body body that flew out later made him even more dizzy.

Very good~

The screams in her ears made Sharon very satisfied. In order to be able to hear and see the misery of the enemy soldiers, she did not hesitate to waste two magic stones that were enough to allow a Bretonnian freeman family to live a prosperous life for a year. currency.

In fact, if there weren't a large number of outsiders around, she would have wanted to laugh wildly to relieve the depression in her heart for the past few days.

"Boost!"

The knight attendants wandering in the ladder troops held shields in one hand to protect themselves tightly, and waved the whips in their hands with the other.

Before they became knights based on their military exploits, apart from having a nicer name, they were no different from old farmers in the eyes of the nobles, and the attendants themselves knew this.

For the squires who want to become knights, any behavior that goes against the spirit of chivalry is not what they should do.

In the past, no matter how much they despised these people, they would not beat them with a whip for no reason.

But who let those cold-faced prophetesses press on their master...

As servants, they must share the burden for their master unconditionally, even if they feel a hundred unwillingnesses in their hearts.

slap~

For a moment, the sound of beatings that should not have appeared on the battlefield sounded intensively.

Under the pressure of the war team, the old farmers of Bretonnia ran very fast, because if they dared to stop, the only thing waiting for them would be pierced by lances.

"Damn bastards, the Goddess of Mercy will never accept you!"

There was an old farmer who was running slowly and was whipped several times. He couldn't hold himself any longer and cursed while running.

"Lilith is a bitch!"

......

Someone took the lead, and others naturally stopped holding back. Each sentence became harder to listen to. From the knights to the nobles, from the king to the goddess of the lake, no one from the upper class of Bretonnia that these old farmers knew was left behind.

"Everyone has it, aim and release!"

On a tower at the south city gate, Chen Sheng was distracted and commanding all the trebuchets within the range. At this moment, his red eyes were constantly washed by the holy light stimulated in his body, and his body also lit up with a green light from time to time.

The reason for all this was that he was too angry and controlled himself forcefully.

The Light and the comfort of Teldrassil helped calm the rage within him.

Ding!

...

"Blast them!"

He roared angrily. Before the battle started, he even thought about saving a hand and trying not to hit those Bretonnians who had lost their fighting ability.

The world of medieval Warhammer is already extremely dangerous, let alone after the magic transformation.

The strength of the order camp is much different than that of the chaos side.

From the bottom of his heart, Chen Sheng is unwilling and will not take the initiative to take action against any country or organization in the order camp.

After all, no matter what the outcome is, only Chaos will benefit.

The evil gods who engage in pyramid schemes and brainwashing behind the scenes will definitely be overjoyed.

Therefore, in the transaction with Bretonnia, although he made money, he still tried to help the other party as much as possible.

But now you actually turn around and attack me with the weapons I sold you at a special price?

Damn it, save it!

Anyone who attacks us will be treated as chaos!

beat!

Hit to death!

As for forgiveness?

After the battle is over, kneel on the ground and talk about it!

...

Meanwhile, Ferras Island battlefield.