When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 589 - 564 Be careful, team leader! _3

The ones who succeeded in annihilating two battalions of the Salvation Army all died, with no one left to claim the reward.

As long as we can entangle them and bring in the main forces, the credit for this will undoubtedly be substantial.

Perhaps it might earn a fief, or maybe even a replacement entry into the Imperial Decree unit, becoming an Imperial Knight, becoming the 20 Imperial Decree Master Decree Commander, marrying the Count's daughter, and reaching the pinnacle of life!

However, Alituge understood that the promotion and ennoblement of a knight wasn't just about fighting and killing; it was about human relations and getting recognized by Master Mentus was the first step.

Thinking of this, Alituge couldn't help but lift his head, looking towards Mentus charging at the forefront...

Huh? Where is Master Mentus?

The next second, Alituge felt his warhorse jolt, and he instinctively looked back, only to see Mentus lying on the ground, blood flowing from his chest, a huge hoof print imprinted on his face.

"Bang bang bang!"

A sharp whistling and popping sound like beans bursting came from his ear, and Alituge was stunned to discover that blood mists suddenly erupted in front of the knights at the very front.

The warhorses whinnied in misery, their bodies colliding and squeezing into each other.

Without even seeing the enemy ahead, the knights on horseback clutched their chests or shoulders and rolled off their saddles, howling in agony.

"What's going on? Where exactly is the enemy..." Alituge turned his head and shouted loudly to the person beside him.

"Watch out!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a huge force coming from his shoulder, causing his entire body to lean back.

If not for instinctively grabbing the saddle, he would have almost been dragged off the horse.

Grabbing the reins with force, Alituge swung his leg back over, managing to sit steadily and glanced nervously behind him.

Through the slit in the visor of his bucket helmet, when Alituge withdrew his gaze, he saw a clearly visible long dent on the shoulder armor of his left shoulder.

What hit him? An arrow? But he hadn't seen any arrowheads at all.

The downfall of the front row knights triggered a chain reaction, leading to the collapse of a group of knights.

Having warhorses surrounding him on all sides, Alituge had no choice but to keep moving forward.

Controlling his horse, Alituge leaped over his comrades lying on the ground howling and charged out of the shrubbery.

Leaving the shelter of the cool shade, entering the riverbank area, the light shone directly onto Alituge's face.

Everything in front of him seemed to be enveloped in a holy light, making it difficult to see clearly.

He couldn't help but squint his eyes.

But as his eyes gradually adjusted and he could see everything clearly, his pupils couldn't help but dilate immediately. He pulled on the reins, loudly commanding the horse beneath him, "Biscuit, stop, Biscuit, stop!"

The horseshoe clattered against the stones, sending out a string of sparks. Biscuit only stopped after plowing a shallow groove into the ground.

Dissatisfied, Biscuit snorted loudly, signaling a demand for a biscuit, but today Alituge paid no attention to it, just sat dazedly on horseback.

The other knights also pulled their horses to a stop at the high ground by the riverbank, staring blankly.

Not far away, he could see the short-haired infantry beginning their descent on the slope toward the riverbank.

But Alituge had no thought of pursuit at all.

On the river surface, at some point, a makeshift dock had been constructed, large barges queued up waiting to dock.

The planks to shore trembled as hundreds upon thousands of densely packed Salvation Army soldiers jumped onto the shore, stepping on cobblestones and sand.

They quickly assembled and regrouped on the riverbank under commands, flags, and whistles.

Not far from the infantry, service soldiers pushed the Holy Son War Chariots to their designated positions with their shoulders.

Before the densely arrayed Long Spear Soldiers, the Holy Son War Chariots vaguely formed a semicircular arc.

Placing wooden boards horizontally on the carts, seventy to eighty blue-clad Helical Gun skirmishers either knelt or stood on the boards, firing at them from nearly 300 meters away.

This wasn't pursuing defeated enemies, it was clearly an enemy entrapment!

On the narrow sandy beach, at least 3000 Salvation Army members had gathered!

A knight who had caught on turned and sprinted towards the shrubbery, "Quick, go back and report to His Highness the Prince! Before they get all their troops onshore!"

"What?" Alituge was momentarily stunned, instinctively asking.

"Go report to His Highness the Prince! Stop them from getting onshore!"

As he rushed past Alituge, that companion knight shouted with his head raised, but right as he finished, a mist of blood erupted from the back of his head.

Half a spine, clinging with purple blood strings, was exposed, and the knight's head dangled by threads to his chest.

His pupils instantly dimmed as he slumped over his horse's back, leaving his warhorse to carry his corpse frantically toward the shrubbery.

Clumsily crouching on his horse's back, Alituge, like a coward, stuck his rear in the air, narrowly dodging the flying bullets around him, barely escaping into the shrubbery.