Chapter 635: Defeat of Lombardy
"..—Quick, you guys rush up with me! Kill those Lombard bastards!"
The gap that opened instantly made Walker, the captain in charge of the legion's radiation, feel his heart in his throat. Although the Radiation Heavy Corps was ranked behind other arms according to the order of battle, Walker, who was born as a soldier, could not care about so much.
Watching the horse he had worked so hard to make burn to ashes in a fire, and the Lombard cavalry rushing to kill them recklessly, Walker rushed to the gap with a few confidants.
As soon as he picked up the shield on the ground, a cold arrow flew towards Walker. He instinctively raised the shield, bent down and squatted down to protect his whole body, and the arrow hit the shield straight.
"Bastard!"
Walker took a mouthful of thick phlegm and was almost in danger.
Then he carefully poked his head out and glanced in the direction of the arrow. With the cover of the shield, several people quickly rushed to the forefront.
For Radiant Soldiers, there are very few opportunities to fight face to face with the enemy. As soon as he entered the battlefield, an uncontrollable excitement prompted Walker to pick up his ax and charge towards a Lombard cavalryman who was slashing at other soldiers. -··
Boom!
The moment the ax came into contact with the shield, a huge sound erupted, and a huge force caused the Lombard cavalry who raised the shield to block to lose their center of gravity and fell down from their horses.
Walker seized the opportunity, rushed forward, grabbed the axe, and struck the fallen cavalryman on the head before he could react. In an instant, brains were splashing everywhere————
Several of the henchmen following Walker saw him easily cutting down a cavalryman, and they all raised their daggers, axes and hammers and rushed towards another Lombard cavalryman.
There is a gap between the Radiant Soldiers and the War Soldiers after all. The guy at the front was holding a short sword and stabbing at the cavalry's thighs. Before he could get close, he was blocked by the opponent's sweeping long sword. The Radial Soldier fell to the ground. In panic, the cavalryman who reacted raised his sword high and thrust it straight at the Radial Soldier who fell to the ground.
The instinct of survival made the Radiant Soldier crawl back with all his strength, but the fear of death made his movements seem slow. "Ah!"
As a scream came, the Radiant Soldier's calf was penetrated by a sword of the Lombard cavalry, and blood flowed profusely.
The guys following the Radiant Soldier were stunned for a moment and did not dare to step forward.
Looking at the painful expression of the Radiant Soldier, the Lombard Cavalry showed a hint of evil in the corner of its mouth. Immediately afterwards, he twisted the wrist holding the sword, and with a skillful and straightforward movement, he directly broke the Radiant Soldier's hamstring.
"Ah! Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"
The sharp pain that came again made the Radiant Soldier curse, twisting around on the ground, grabbing the dropped dagger and swinging it desperately.
The Lombard cavalry did not intend to waste time on this guy. They immediately picked up the long sword in their hands again and went straight towards the radiant soldiers.
As he raised his sword and lowered his hand, an arrow whizzed out without any warning and drove straight into his face. Turning on his back, the cavalryman fell heavily to the ground.
A moment ago, several radial soldiers of the Imperial Guards looked at their companions who had their hamstrings broken and stopped moving forward. At this time, seeing the Lombard cavalry being shot off their horses, they rushed forward and chopped at the dying cavalry until the unfortunate guy was chopped into a pulp~
"You bastards, you know how to get cheap!"
The sudden shouting frightened several radiation soldiers to stand up suddenly. Turning around, he saw two guys holding crossbows standing in front of several people.
"Get out of the way, get out of my way!"
One of the guys had a sinister look on his face, and he pushed away several blood-stained spokesmen and pulled out the arrow stuck in the cavalry's face. Before leaving, he did not forget to spit on corpse 2.
"Oscar, counting this, I have shot more Lombards than you."
Looking at his proud companion, Oscar shrugged helplessly.
"Robin, what's the rush? It's not over yet."
After saying that, Oscar found the target, raised the crossbow with both hands, concentrated on it, and pointed the crossbow arrow that had already been put into the arrow slot at a charging cavalry.
Whoosh!
After a neighing sound, a sharp arrow passed through the gap in the cavalry's barrel helmet and inserted into his eye socket.
The two drew again.
.—Quick, block the gap! ""
Not far away, an emergency came.
The captain of the heavy team, Walker, took the remaining men and ran quickly towards the largest gap. Oscar and Robin hurried to support after shooting down one person each.
The gap that was first opened was now crowded with soldiers who were killing each other.
The heavy armored infantry of the Guards retreated while fighting as the cavalry continued to approach. The original formation was completely chaotic.
Everyone fought independently and fought hard.
The Lombards made a desperate move, and cavalry reinforcements continued to come here. Even though they had killed and injured more than eighty riders in this gap, they still had no intention of retreating.
The bodies of war horses and the broken limbs of local soldiers all over the place tell the story of the brutality of the war, and the rolling blood has already soaked the land...
Toot!
With a long blast of horns, the Lombards launched their final general attack.
"Warriors of Lombardy, kill these bastards and defend Lombardy to the death!"
A burst of agitating sounds came from the crowd.
Seeing that the formation was about to be broken, the Lombard cavalry who had already killed them began to rush into the defense line of the Praetorian Guards one after another, regardless of life and death, and frantically harvested the heads of the soldiers of the Praetorian Guards.
Hunting to see the opponent's desperate attack, in order to reduce casualties, the Praetorian Guards followed the instructions of the Central Army and began to retreat in an orderly manner in a wedge shape, gradually letting in the Lombard cavalry.
Watching most of the Lombards dispatch, Art decisively seized the opportunity and began to strangle the Lombards.
"Herald! Immediately notify the two wings, shrink the defense line, and slowly close in on the Lombards."
"Yes, my lord!"
The two messengers behind At were riding horses and running to the east and west sides.
"Ron! Immediately order the grenadiers to get into position quickly. Use the heraldic flag behind me as a signal, and when you see the flag dancing, drop the bomb immediately!"
"Yes, sir." ! ”
Looking at the sharp blade that was stuck firmly in the Guards’ line of defense, the Duke of Lombardy raised his gray beard.
Hits was very satisfied with his risky move.
As long as the Guards are defeated and driven back to the mountains, the crisis on the northern front will be resolved. When the time comes, we will concentrate our forces, move our troops westward, and fight back the group of refugees in Provence. This war that originated in the north will subside.
After many years of fighting on the battlefield, the Duke of Lombardy would never have imagined that this battle to defend his country would be the most difficult battle he had fought in his life, and he felt more and more aggrieved thinking about it.
He never understood that a small land in the north and a mere frontier count were so difficult for him to resist for a while.
What is even more annoying is that Provence, which was once annexed by half of the country by Lombardy, now dares to sit on its own head and annex dozens of castles and fortresses on the border.
Even the untouchables in the mountains on the northeastern border are becoming more and more courageous, and they dare to go down the mountains and plunder the villages and castles in Lombardy.
· No one would believe that this series of events are unrelated.
Looking at the smoke rising from time to time on the battlefield, the Duke of Lombardy let out a long sigh.
From afar, the two sides fell into a stalemate. But a closer look revealed that the two wings of the Praetorian Guards had unknowingly surrounded the trapped Lombard cavalry, forming a pocket formation.
The first few gaps showed no sign of defeat at this time, but when I thought about the Lombard cavalry's overwhelming momentum just a moment ago, they were almost about to tear through the opponent's defense line. At this time, the cavalry at the forefront seemed to be exhausted, and most of the cavalry had almost penetrated into the opponent's pocket formation.
Time and time again, the Lombard cavalry almost tore through the defense line, leading them step by step into the abyss of no return.
"Damn it!"
The Duke of Lombardy suddenly woke up and shouted.
"Quick, give me my order—"
Boom!
Before the Duke of Lombardy finished speaking, a shocking loud noise exploded among the Lombardy cavalry!
The Burangdians began to fight back. The first mine was thrown by Ron, Art's personal bodyguard.
When the two wings of the Guards Corps were basically encircled, the blood-eyed howling wolf heraldic flag on the hill in the distance was raised high by the flag-bearing soldiers and danced back and forth.
Ron was impatient when he saw the attack signal, and immediately asked the grenadier to take out a two-pound iron bullet from the iron box with a white skull painted on it.
Looking at the expensive iron egg in his hand, Ron's eyes shone. Recalling the huge destructive power caused by the shocking explosion of this thing in the previous battle at Rock Castle, I couldn't contain the excitement in my heart.
Watching the grenadiers each start stuffing things into their ears, Ron also carefully placed the iron egg in his hand on the grass, then took the soft stuff that was handed over to him and blocked his ears completely.
"Huozhezi!"
Ron said, standing on his toes and glancing in the direction of the Lombards. Looking at the Lombard cavalry who were still charging inside, Ron smiled evilly and took the fire folder he had just opened.
Ron blew suddenly, and the fire began to ignite with yellow flames. Then, Ron lit the finger-long fuse without hesitation. Then he used all his strength to throw the iron egg, which was as big as a small pumpkin, towards the center of the Lombard Cavalry.
"Retreat to avoid lightning!"
The moment the thunder hit the ground, Ron roared. Immediately afterwards, several people fell to the ground and hugged their heads.
The moment the thunder hit the ground, no one noticed its existence. Until the moment of the explosion, the Lombards' attention was still on the defense line that had not been completely broken.
After the air waves, fire, and loud noise of shrapnel, the withered yellow grassland became a hell of Shura.
The first person to receive the baptism of thunder was a light armored infantryman interspersed between the cavalry. When the bomb exploded, the attacking infantrymen were instantly thrown away. The exploding iron pieces penetrated the leather armor on the chest, one piece of it penetrated the heart, and the other penetrated the lungs. At that moment, what he saw was the sky full of mud and the flying broken limbs.
Plopped to the ground, struggled slightly, vomited blood, and immediately lost consciousness, turning into a cold corpse.
The huge power of the thunder blasted a large crater in the grass, with body parts still dripping blood scattered around. Not far away, a fallen war horse twitched its hind legs, and its internal organs were scattered on the ground outside the horse's belly that had been exploded.
The group of Lombard elites who managed to barely survive had not yet reacted to the huge explosion. A buzzing sound continued to circle in their ears, and then blood began to pour out of their mouths, noses and ears.
Before the Lombards could take action, the second, third, and fourth iron eggs soared into the air again, crossing arcs with wisps of blue smoke, and once again landed accurately in the Lombards' camp.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Four dull thunders that echoed across the plain broke the Duke of Lombardy's illusions.
At this moment, he finally believed the crazy-sounding words of the robber Earl Walder Burley, who had long been a prisoner. At this time, he also experienced personally what the Burgundian witchcraft described by Walder Burley was.
When the first explosion came, the Duke of Lombardy was startled, thinking it was thunder rising from the sky. It wasn't until the sound of several iron egg explosions, as well as the flying debris and billowing smoke, that he realized that something had happened."
Looking at the mutilated corpses scattered on the ground and the companions bleeding from the mouth and nose, the buzzing in the ears lingered. The Lombard cavalry who had raised his sword to kill just a moment ago was now frozen in place with dull eyes and a ferocious expression.
Boom! boom!
Boom! boom! boom! boom!
Once again, one after another, iron eggs burst among the Lombard cavalry.
Everyone started to flee. One of them fell less than twenty meters away from the Duke of Lombardy. The moment the iron egg exploded, a huge force knocked the gray-bearded Duke off his horse, fell heavily to the ground, and passed out.
If it were not for the guards stationed in front who blocked most of the flying iron pieces, the Duke of Lombardy would have been killed long ago.
At the front of the position, after several rounds of baptism of iron eggs, the Lombard cavalry began to retreat hurriedly back in panic. For a moment, the trumpet-shaped narrow passage was crowded with people, rushing towards the exit. The scattered human and horse houses and large and small potholes made the panicked soldiers fall down from time to time. The frightened horses trampled to death and injured more than 20 people on the spot.
The soldiers who had been frightened by the thunder huddled into a ball, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, their whole bodies shaking uncontrollably.
Looking at the retreating Lombard cavalry, the soldiers of the Praetorian Guards on the outside of the defense line took up their weapons one after another and followed the Lombards in pursuit. More than eighty people were killed on the spot.
Misfortunes never come singly. After four thunder blasts, hundreds of reinforcements from the city of Lavati, hidden half a mile away in the southwest, came all the way under the leadership of Dawson, the deputy captain of the task force, and collided head-on with the Lombard cavalry fleeing south.
After several rounds, the desperate Lombard cavalry broke through the obstacles, abandoned dozens of bodies, and then fled south on horseback.
In this battle, the Lombards lost most of their troops and fled south with the unconscious Duke of Lombardy.