At this moment, on the battlefield where blood and fire intersect, two thousand fully armed cavalry brigade are galloping, but they are hit by continuous artillery fire. Several or even a dozen artillery pieces fall on them almost every minute and every second. , even on the head!
Cavalrymen kept falling off their horses, which caused tremendous psychological pressure.
If it weren't for the divine skill [Hymn of Courage] that gave them extraordinary psychological endurance, the entire knight brigade would have collapsed and fled long ago under the bombardment of several rounds of artillery fire.
Even if the person can bear it, the war horse beneath him cannot stand it!
Even so, the rapid artillery fire was still wearing away the courage in their hearts bit by bit. Although the power of the Four Rings Divine Art was extremely terrifying, it was dispersed to fifteen thousand people, and the only effect on them was The level of first and second level divine arts...
"These damn wizards!" A trace of fear appeared in Johnson's mind, fearing that artillery fire would fall on his head at the next moment. Like Nord, he regarded such terrifying rain of artillery as the wizard's magic.
"Charge, don't stop!" Johnson shouted loudly, fearful, but he understood that once the cavalry started charging in groups, they could not stop rashly. All they could do was to move as fast as possible. Rush over at such speed and defeat them all at once!
With such a powerful magic, accidental injuries are extremely serious. The only way to be safest is to rush into the ranks of those mining slaves!
"God is with me!" The surrounding knights also let out inspiring roars, but their voices were slightly trembling.
At this moment, the mine slaves facing them in front suddenly dispersed to both sides, and Johnson's pupils shrank, because hiding behind them were thousands of musketeers wearing exquisite armor and holding flintlock guns!
Stepping on steps, raising guns, and pulling bolts, the actions of thousands of people were unified, without any unnecessary movements. This was also the most trained thing they had done in the past few months...
As for the cavalry charging towards them, no one was afraid or hesitant. After all, how could this compare to the terrifying tide of Inferi and the terrifying behemoth.
The next moment, intensive gunshots rang out, and the cavalry brigade coming in like a tide seemed to have hit a solid wall head-on. More than 200 cavalrymen in front fell to the ground instantly.
The refined armor on their bodies did not provide much protection and was easily penetrated by super-high-speed lead bullets. The neighing and tragic wails of the war horses were heard one after another, and the dismounted cavalry in the front row also caused more casualties.
Johnson, who was at the forefront, was unsurprisingly the first to be hit by muskets, but the magical barrier surrounding him saved his life. This was a gift he received for his heroic performance in a certain crusade. , and also the reason why he dares to take the lead!
It's just that this magical barrier that can protect the crossbow arrows has cracks at this moment...
Johnson didn't care, he only had one thought in his mind, and that was to rush over!
Especially when he saw the enemies holding strange long sticks and did not continue shooting, Johnson had already seen the dawn of victory. Obviously, this powerful weapon cannot be used continuously!
However, the slight joy only lasted for a few seconds, and then they saw the musketeers in the front row stuffing their weapons into the back row, and holding a new one in their hands.
There are many ways to use the three-stage musket fire. In ancient times, both the East and the West have summarized their own routines. They can be roughly divided into the front and rear rows exchanging muskets, the Japanese three-stage fire where the front row fires and the rear row reloads, and the three-stage fire in the front and rear rows. Alternate firing of Ming and European three-stage attacks.
These two methods have their own merits and can be adapted to different battlefields. This time, there was no need to retreat and take a roundabout way, so the Musketeers used the former method.
Under the constant rotation of the flintlock gun in his hand, a continuous rain of bullets shot out.
Although the destructive power and deterrence of muskets are not as terrifying as artillery, they are more numerous. The distance of just tens of meters is like a road of death. Hundreds of cavalry will fall with every concentrated fire shot...
The amulet hanging on Johnson's chest exploded as soon as the second round of shots arrived. He was lucky enough to escape the third round of shots, but he was still shot in the abdomen in the fourth round.
Fortunately, his armor is special
, blocking most of the damage, Johnson was almost knocked off his horse by the impact, but finally stabilized his body, endured the excruciating pain, and could only rush over to kill those damn mine slaves and the wizard who cast the spell. The obsession to be killed!
Not to mention that he couldn't stop at all now. He was less than ten meters away from the musketeers in the front row. At this time, it was too late to turn the horse's head!
"Charge...charge!" Johnson roared at the top of his lungs, and then he saw the musketeers in front all pointing their guns at him.
Only then did he realize that there was no one around him. He turned around and took a look, only to find that the cavalry brigade that had suffered heavy losses had already fled in all directions. He was actually the only one who rushed to the front of the musketeers!
Before Johnson could even curse, he was beaten into pieces by more than a dozen muskets and fell to the ground only five or six meters away from the musketeers.
Looking at this scene, Rickman felt that his heart was about to break. He didn't care about Johnson's life or death, but he felt extremely sorry for the fallen cavalry.
You must know that these two thousand cavalry are not all his strength, but also Prince Harold's personal guards. The loss this time was so heavy that the eldest prince had to tear him apart!
"Fire back with arrows and cover the retreat of the cavalry!" Rickman shouted angrily. The charge and sacrifice of the cavalry were not worthless. At least they protected them from the artillery attack and reached the point where they could use crossbows. The distance to fight back.
However, after witnessing the tragic situation of the cavalry brigade, the army of tens of thousands of people had already turned into a mess. Several nobles saw that the situation was not going well and were ready to lead people to run away.
The priests on the field tried their best to use magic to appease the army, so that the army was not completely defeated. Only Rickman's soldiers obeyed the orders faithfully, but just after they fired a wave of arrows, a series of artillery hit them. on the head.
"Stop shooting, stop shooting, stop!" Rickman, who was afraid of being targeted by artillery fire, quickly changed his mind.
"It seems that we overestimated them. These people are simply a mess..." At the same time, Lin En's figure appeared in front of everyone.
But that's right, this legion was originally made up of dozens of noble soldiers. It's crazy to be able to command and control at will.
It's okay to fight with a tailwind, but once the wind goes against you, everyone will definitely go their own way. Being able to withstand the attack of artillery and the volley of muskets without being completely defeated is entirely a credit to divine magic...
