Because the artillery was arranged on the hills, and the dreadnought knights stayed in the depression, the gun line almost hit the dreadnought knights in a straight line, and the power of both the cannonballs walking and landing was greatly improved, and the dreadnought knights were blown up for a while. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The people in the depression roared and neighed in one piece, and the dirt scrambled to be blown into the sky, like a swamp bubbling one after another. After the fearless knight of the black armor and black horse was blown up, he quickly gathered and charged in the face of the main force of the dragoons without fear of death!

When the heavy cavalry sprinted at high speed, the picture became extremely thrilling: the knight, who was lying on the horse's neck and sprinting to form an afterimage, was suddenly hit by a straight and whistling gun line, and the whole iron arm suddenly deformed like tin foil, collapsing into a candy paper wrapped in cannonballs, and embedded in the armor on his ribs with the cannonballs; he immediately tilted his body, and his torso was pushed off the horse's back by the cannonball, while his head maintained an inertial motion, thus staggling with the torso -- this huge torque suddenly twisted the chin, neck, and shoulders into a "Z" Immediately, there was a click, tearing off the cervical vertebrae in the flesh, all the cranial nerves in the spine were broken, the sphincter was relaxed at the same time, the urine and urine were sprayed indiscriminately, and the armor had not yet landed on the horse's back, and the filth leaked out of the armor.

Most of the knights who were bombarded on the side during the sprint were killed in seconds because of the inertial misalignment of the cervical vertebrae, and all of them were dripping with feces and urine, and few died from the penetrating injuries of the cannonballs.

It is not excluded that some knights had poor martial luck, and when they were charging in the brigade, they were hit by a whistling stray bullet, and suddenly the helmet was concave into an exposed dumpling skin, and the head was blown off the shoulder and flew away, and the screws on the shoulder armor used to fix the helmet "clanged" and flew at the same time, leaving only the body firmly lying on the horse's back and sprinting.

However, even with the danger of charging at high speed, the Knights of the Fearless Knights remained unflinching, gathering into a black-pressed conical formation, fearlessly rushing towards the bright red dragoon phalanx; even if the cannonballs whistled overhead, they were out of the question; even if their companions who were sprinting together suddenly fell from their horses, they were callously indifferent; because their military qualities had firmly engraved the laws of the battlefield in their souls: "Victory first, life and death second." Defeat but not chaos, the party is a strong force!"

An ordinary army formed by conscripted peasants will trigger a rout if the casualties reach 10%, a semi-professional army generated by armed nobles will be seriously broken up when the casualties reach 20%, and this dreadnought knight order, which is only 300 people, even if they are trapped in a miserable basin, even if they are bathed in the fire like a meteor shower, they carry up to 30% of the casualties, they still gather into a black torrent, and rush to the enemy's main force without hesitation!

It was a suicidal attack, as the dragoons were the strongest of the five known positions, and the most aggressive commanders, as the dragoons held high-ranking officers and kings. Once the Dreadnought Knights stormed the line of the dragoons, the four artillery positions did not dare to bombard the king and the major general, and they would be forced to cease fire, helplessly turning into spectators, praying in vain that the dragoons would defeat the Dreadnought Knights.

As long as the main force of the dragoons is defeated, the king is held hostage, and the main general is captured, and the remaining HRE army will all be reduced to remnants, either surrendering and disarming, or scattering and fleeing, because the classical army is too dependent on the main general.

Most of the examples of winning more with fewer are from the hands of the top soldiers, and the turning point of turning defeat into victory is often hidden in the main formation. Therefore, in a desperate situation, the Fearless Knights proudly charged the main force of the enemy army, to seize the dawn of the victory of the brave in the narrow road, and to interpret the undefeated pride of the armored cavalry.

When the priest shrank his head and covered his ears, he felt the sound of horses' hooves shaking the ground. She looked up at the dreadnought knights who were revealing their vanguard in the billowing yellow dust, and her brow furrowed.

Major General Claude drew his Wind King sword and galloped in a straight line behind the dragoon line, letting out a hoarse roar from under his visor: "Undefeated dragoons, line up in a ten-fold cone formation, charge me!"

"Charge!" Under the neat hollow armor, the red-faced dragoons shouted in unison, raising their knights' spears, carrying the Wind King's sword and iris shield, forming an endless conical echelon, accelerating their horses wave after wave, rushing towards the dreadnought knights approaching at full speed!

The Dreadnought Knights in the distance also drew their flaming swords, and suddenly, countless long flames lit one after another, and the whistling oxygen poured into the wind groove of the sword spine, causing the burning blade to drag the raging flames, flowing three feet of fire, burning the blade jagged red and shiny.

This high-temperature serrated blade, combined with the high-speed impact that passes by, can often cut through plate armor with a single sword, killing heavily armored knights in seconds, and has achieved the prestige of the Sirisha Blazing Sword.

As a result, the pitch-black knights gathered into a penetrating cone-shaped formation, dragging the bright red flaming sword, forming a sharp arrow that was dazzling black and red, rushing out of the cannon fire everywhere, and inexorably crashing into the thin 10 waves of dragoon formation.

The man's roar drowned out the artillery.

Lerma, the priest, looked at the stirring decisive battle and thought, "Ah, it's so romantic to be a man." (To be continued.) )