When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

The turbid, rusty river water was mixed with the strong smell of grass, coupled with the sporadic raindrops from the sky, making people feel nauseous.

Wielding the pickaxe, digging a small pit, old Raff proactively pushed the wheel into the mud.

It's a pity that the place they chose had bedrock underneath, and sparks and pebbles burst out before they could dig very deep.

But now is not the time to change their plan, even if they wanted to.

"Hurry! Move those goods down!" Old Raff straightened up and roared at the frightened laborers.

Seeing the rattan in old Raff's hand cut through the air, these shepherds who could barely stand began to move the goods while weeping.

The baggage on the carriages was thrown down, freeing up enough space for the holy musketeers carrying flails.

In Beth's hoarse and urgent shouts, the three-pound falcon cannon pressed out two grooves covered in mud on the ground.

The muzzle slowly pointed forward, towards the increasingly clear sound of horses' hooves in the rain.

Rainwater dripped down the brim of old Raff's hat, soaking his linen shirt.

The holy musketeers no longer had their usual spirited color, trembling as they wound their spring-powered muskets, the "click" of the gears drowned out by the sound of the rain.

Ordinary pikemen like old Raff huddled behind the carts, their faces pale, digging their fingernails deep into the mud.

Taking advantage of the time to prepare weapons, old Raff straightened his back and looked around, sixteen large carts formed a three-quarter circle car formation on the river bank.

The car fortress tactics of the Gulag period appeared on the battlefield once again.

This is a tactic often practiced by the Northern Border Army of the Thousand River Valley.

There are two reasons for this: first, they have few holy musketeers, and second, the crushed stone plain has flat terrain and convenient cavalry maneuverability.

Without a large number of holy musketeers and the terrain advantage, the Galar phalanx is like a naked woman in front of knights.

The wheels were tightly entangled with chains, and seven or eight soldiers in rain-proof cloaks were wielding picks or shovels to reinforce each carriage.

Looking out from the gaps between the carriages, you could see a long line of leaping black shadows appearing on the horizon at the end of the crushed stone plain.

The standard-bearer in the front row held up a black flag, embroidered with a two-headed raven in silver thread.

That is the banner of the Duke of Redwood.

Old Raff was right, not long ago the Duke of Redwood crossed the stone bridge from west of the Rusty River with a large group of knights to support the Duke of Winghive.

Because they happened to encounter rain, the knights were unwilling to travel in the rain, so they camped near the stone bridge and collected supplies.

Neither side expected that someone other than them would pass through here.

Coincidentally, the scouts on both sides were negligent at the same time, and they did not find each other, so they bumped into each other unexpectedly.

The first to react was the Duke of Redwood's scout, they quickly notified the Duke of Redwood, so there is the scene now.

Although Beth fled with all his strength, he was still caught by the Duke of Redwood's army.

The Duke of Redwood personally led the army, the transcendent knights brought their escorts knights, at least nearly a thousand people.

And the Beth infantry regiment where old Raff and others are located has less than seven hundred people, including four hundred pikemen, holy musketeers and gunners totaling just over a hundred, and the rest are shepherds recruited from nearby.

"Saint Father bless." Touching the iron ring of his wife on his chest, old Raff gritted his teeth.

They are not those brave and fearless soldiers of the Salvation Army, but ordinary soldiers who have been trained for three or four months, and some have not even learned breathing techniques.

The number of enemies is nearly twice theirs, and they are still a cluster of transcendent knights.

The only thing fortunate is that, because the scouts of the Crushed Stone Plain and Thousand River Valley were not very competent, no scout skirmishes occurred, and most of the scouts ran out.

But where can you find reinforcements in this season when there is no village or shop in front of you, and it is even raining?

"Whoosh!"

Hearing the whistling sound, old Raff turned his head, but saw a red smoke rising into the sky and exploding under the dark clouds.

That was an emergency signal for help.

After the whistling sound, Beth's thunderous roar was heard: "Set up the falcon cannon at the gap! If anyone dares to be timid and run away, I will be the first to stuff him into the barrel and shoot him out!"

Riding on horseback, Beth said, while holding up the bloody head of a tenth captain in his hand.

If the falcon cannon muzzle was not too small, Beth would really like to launch this head out.

In the rain, the sound of horses' hooves gradually approached.

Although hasty, under the coordination of Beth and a group of officers, they still completed the construction of the car fortress tactics.

On the wall-like carriages, holy muskets stretched out from the firing holes, at the crenellation-like gap, pikemen and flailers kept blinking their eyes, squeezing away the raindrops hanging on their eyelashes.

Seemingly seeing the cold light reflected by the holy muskets and spring-powered cannons, the transcendent knights on the horizon suddenly stagnated.

But not long after, a few transcendent knights were seen leading the remaining hundreds of Crushed Stone Plain vassal cavalry to charge over.

In border conflicts, the vassal knights who had suffered from the holy muskets were quite cunning.

They lined up in a "one" shape for a while, and a "person" shape for a while, running back and forth around the car fortress, luring the holy musketeers to fire.

They even picked up the bows and arrows that they once regarded as despicable, and repeatedly shot out volleys of arrows.

Rain mixed with arrows fell, stabbing many trembling arrows into the car panels and the ground in front of the car fortress.

And behind the car fortress, the same unlucky people were shot by arrows and fell to the ground with painful cries.

The mountain people were also good at bows and arrows, and immediately hid behind the car fortress to fight back.

But after circling for a full hour, even the soldiers' fear gradually became numb, they just didn't attack.

The sound of horns from the Duke of Redwood's army rang in his ears.

Although old Raff did not see the Duke of Redwood's face, he could hear the Duke of Redwood's impatience and urging from the hasty and out-of-tune horn sound.

Sure enough, the next second the vassal knights suddenly turned a corner.

Although unwillingly, they still charged straight towards the car fortress under the drive of the transcendent knights.

"Oh, damn it!"

"Son of Constance!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Who let them fire? Didn't you hear the password?"

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

In the chaotic password sound, continuous whistling sounds rang out, and red lotuses bloomed in the rain.

But unfortunately, Beth counted it again, but found that only three people fell off their horses.

The remaining knights who were fine laughed loudly, which made the faces of the laborers behind the car fortress even paler.

Fifty spring-powered muskets fired lead bullets at the same time, but only knocked down three people, with only a 6% hit rate.

It has to be said that the vassal knights' harassment tactics were still useful.

Due to their sudden attack, many holy musketeers failed to perform at their original level.

Heavily hammering the car panel, Beth's face was livid: "Damn it, this group of holy musketeers usually eat and drink well, and they only give me this result?"

However, no one answered Beth's words, people were nervously watching the approaching knights.

These garrison troops and Salvation Army or Molliatia's direct troops are different, they have not received infantry and cavalry impact training.

When they saw hundreds of half-ton iron men crashing through the rain, no one was not scared.

"Prepare!" The gunner's voice exploded in the rain, "Falcon cannon, aim!"

The gunners shook the rocker arms in a hurry, adjusting the direction of the muzzle.

The servants stepped back two steps to avoid being shocked to death by the recoil.

"Fire!" Replacing the gunner's responsibility, Beth shouted.

"Praise the Holy Wind!"

Inserting the iron skewer into the rear end of the spring chamber, the four gunners pressed their entire bodies on the iron skewer.

The pin popped out with the smell of metal heating.

Instantly, the falcon cannon's barrel shook backward like a phantom, and the cannon carriage axle made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

The whistling sound cut through the rain, and iron sand, lead pellets, and gravel washed over the knights like a horizontal rainstorm.

A plume of blood mist rose, and the ten or so knights in the front row trembled collectively with their men and horses, and fell to the ground together.

The sliding corpses pushed the mud out of the waves, staying less than five steps in front of the big car.

Both warhorses and knights were groaning.

The vassal knights behind made a decisive decision, and once again detoured from the front of the formation with danger and danger.

In this era, not all knights can charge desperately like the Edict Company.

Seeing the defeat in front, the remaining knights naturally had to give the stage to the real heavy armored knight masters.

"Hit it!" Argenon shouted excitedly, and the soldiers burst into a short cheer.

"What are you shouting? Are you afraid of hearing the order clearly?" The joy on Beth's face flashed by, followed by even more solemnity.

After the vassal knights detoured, at the time when the spring-powered cannon roared and the holy muskets had just blown through, the heavy armored knights in the rear had already pressed up.

It takes about a minute to reload the spring-powered cannon to fire.

And at the current distance of one hundred and twenty steps, the opponent's knights only need less than half a minute!

"You pigs, hold the spear shafts tightly and don't let go, the pawns who cross the river don't retreat!" Beth looked at the approaching transcendent knights and shouted at the soldiers.