When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 847 - 798: No Drinking After Sunset!

The 10-centimeter-diameter cannonballs, the size of a purple citrus, hit the snowpile more than a hundred meters away from the enemy formation.

Under the massive impact, the snowpile exploded instantly, with scattered snowflakes fluttering down.

"Who told you to fire?" The artillery captain shouted angrily, kicking the gunner who had fired in the buttocks.

Holding a long spear, Dieterbert dared not look around, pursing his lips, white steam spouting from his nostrils.

In the morning sun, the breath exhaled by the soldiers in the front row formed a white ribbon in the sunlight.

To onlookers, it seemed like an angry bull panting.

"Left, right, left, right, left, right..."

The wheels rolled over the snow, boots crushed the snow, and as the formation moved, it was a continuous crunching sound.

Dieterbert stepped forward mechanically, driven by muscle memory, feeling uneasy.

There were only six rows behind him, and the Black Crown Cultivators demonstrated with ease, but only those on the front line knew the fear.

They faced a large formation with fifty to sixty people deep, packed tightly together.

Standing in the formation, seeing only comrades brings soldiers peace of mind.

Could they do what the Black Champion Army could?

That was an enemy twice their number.

"Watch out for arrows!"

Feathered arrows descended, landing at their feet or on limbs and bodies; many soldiers were hit and grunted, but few fell.

Dieterbert was unfortunately struck on the shoulder by a feathered arrow, but fortunately, the arrowhead got stuck in his shoulder armor and thick woolen clothing.

He felt only a little prick of pain.

Unlike lead bullets, arrows unless hitting a vital point, can often only cause minor injuries against armored units.

If a lead bullet enters the body, being soft and deformable, it more easily transfers kinetic energy to surrounding tissue, forming a larger cavity.

Heavy spring-loaded guns like the Kanni Di guns could even create a 10-centimeter diameter instant cavity inside a Slime.

"Praise Holy Wind!"

Upon entering the hundred-meter range, the Holy Gunners, having endured several volleys of arrows, finally unleashed fury.

Before the eyes, soldiers in the Leia formation sporadically clutched bleeding chests and fell.

As both sides came within eighty meters, they should typically have started running or charging.

Strangely, the officers beside them suddenly shouted, "In place, start forming ranks!"

Bewildered by the officers' orders, many experienced Norn soldiers instinctively wanted to question but held back.

The battle with the Black Champion Army and the mental infusers had long instilled the principle of "subordinates may not contradict officers" into them.

Meanwhile, the opposite formation began running, Leia soldiers lowered their spears, striding forward as if they would pounce the next second.

Dieterbert heard the wheels rolling and dared not turn, only glancing sideways.

In the gaps of the Gallar Array, three-pound hawk cannons were being pushed to the front.

Twelve three-pound hawk cannons in total, arranged into two groups, firing in sequence.

The barrels were filled with cast iron bullets the size of adult fingernails in diameter.

"Praise Holy Thunder!"

The muzzle roared, snow on the ground scattered by the shockwave, leaving a gap in the charging crowd.

Before the formation could react, another "Praise Holy Thunder" sounded, leaving another gap in the formation.

Broken limbs and bone fragments, intestines pulling organs, spilled out messily from chests and abdomens.

Even Imperial Knights dared not claim they could survive a cannonball at sixty to seventy meters, much less these Leia infantry in leather armor.

The previously charging formation halted abruptly, top to bottom.

Crying and wailing were piercing amidst the Norn New Army's drumbeats.

"Level spears." Amidst the swooshing sounds of bullets, officers, barely containing their excitement, called for a charge.

"Charge!"

With a roar, leveling their spears, Dieterbert, along with officers and comrades at his side, charged forward.

There weren't even a few thrusts needed, let alone knee-deep fights to the death.

A formation of nearly four thousand, at the moment of contact, surprisingly dispersed instantly.

According to the officers' instructions, after pursuing the enemy for about three to five hundred meters, the task of chasing down the fleeing enemy was handed over to the Beastman Cavalry who had their hands free.

Because the Extraordinary Knights saw the infantry in disarray and fled along with them.

"We won, did we win?"

The cheers of the Norn soldiers lagged half a beat, with more focus on that terrifying large clockwork gun.

If the Black Champion Army had brought out this thing during the drill, they might have lost even more miserably.

No wonder Jeska Battle Commander was so confident, it turns out the root cause was here.

If faced with top-tier extraordinary forces and a reformed army, the Norn New Army might have to fight bitterly. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

But if it's still the old-style army with guards added to soldiers, and vassals upon vassals, the Holy Alliance's weaponry already forms a generational crush.

For the current level of both sides, Horn's side is the true Spanish conqueror, the Immortal Stone Field army are merely natives with slightly higher civilization.

Dieterbert, however, didn't have such profound thoughts; he just muddily marched, muddily charged, and won like that.

Two thousand men, and the battle time was even less than half an hour, yet they defeated an enemy twice their number.

The Beastman Cavalry pursued the routed soldiers, disappearing over the fields, as Dieterbert heard someone shout to sit and rest.

"Rest for half an hour, wait for the remaining troops to land, then set off again!"

(Norn New Army marching through the snow)

...

North Suburb of Xia Lvcheng, Kino Town.

On the open ground outside the town, surrounded by trenches and fences, lay the large camp of the Norn Allied Forces.

This time, Bear Castle Territory dispatched eight thousand troops to support its allies.

The Norn people have an ancient local supply system; one area cannot support so many troops.

So, apart from the three thousand main forces and knights gathered near Kino Town, the remaining five thousand are dispersed across seven or eight camps.

Their task is merely to prevent the city's troops from breaking out, unlike the western suburbs, where they must fight for their lives.

A large group of always-drunken Bear Castle Lord Norn People leaned against the walls, merrily singing the "Norn Epic" with the Old God Mage (as Norn people call the "Priest").

Until a lone rider quickly passed through the camp gate.

"Routed soldiers?" Duke Gottfried, dressed in silk robes, suddenly sat up from beside the fireplace, savoring Falan Wine.

The fine wine in the crystal glass spilled onto the bear-skin rug, staining it a purplish-red.

"From which direction did the routed soldiers come?" The Duke from Bear Castle Territory grew nervous.

"Southeast, it should be the Immortal Stone Field army from Shuimi Town."

Gottfried breathed a sigh of relief, nervously set the wine glass aside, and composed himself with an air of authority.

"Did the routed soldiers mention the flags, numbers, and origins of the enemy they faced? Is it the Mad Pope Horn's reinforcements?"

"Yes." The servant chose his words carefully, "The routed soldiers said the enemy formed two large arrays of 90 by 90, with an estimated infantry of over 16,000.

And the cavalry seems to have about 3,000 men, likely the Holy Gun Cavalry under the Mad Pope."

(In the Empire, the Northern Pope Puliano is called the "Illegal Pope," the Southern Pope Grandiva the "Fraud Pope," and the Central Pope Horn the "Mad Pope.")

"Nearly twenty thousand men? An all-out mobilization." Gottfried's expression turned grave, "This Mad Pope truly is mad."

The Mad Pope's twenty thousand, and the thirty thousand under Moliat, this should be the recruitment limit for Thousand River Valley and Black Snake Bay.

After all, it's local recruitment for local combat; being able to recruit soldiers on a large scale is quite normal.

Seeing Gottfried suddenly fall silent, the servant's forehead beaded with sweat, "Duke, do you have any orders to issue?"

"What orders?"

"They have twenty thousand men, shouldn't we make a decision quickly?"

"Hahaha, Vladimir, you don't understand warfare." Gottfried laughed calmly, "Let me ask you, when did the Battle of Shuimi Town occur?"

"Yesterday morning."

"Our camp is a full 80 li from Shuimi Town; at the fastest, they'll arrive tonight, or tomorrow at the earliest."

Upon seeing the servant relax, Gottfried became serious, "Even so, we cannot disregard the possibility of a night attack; the Thousand River Valley People excel at quick strikes.

Send someone to inform the forces in the western suburbs of the news, and tell them there are, um... about thirty thousand; yes, say there are thirty thousand of the Thousand River Valley Army attacking, to ensure they take it seriously.

Have those supervising knights summoned, saying it's to arrange the defensive lines, and also, convey my order: no drinking after sunset!"