When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 599 - 569: For Freedom (6k - )_2
The first row of 20 long spearmen took a big step forward, almost half-squatting, with the tail end of their spears resting on the ground and pressed by their feet, while their front hands held the spear shafts in a thrusting position.
The second and third rows of long spearmen held the tail end of their spears with one hand and raised the shafts to chest level, pointing straight ahead.
The spearmen on both sides simultaneously turned left and right, imitating the stance of the first row and diagonally thrusting their spears.
The petal-like formation of spears opened up in all directions, awaiting the close-range charge of the cavalry lances.
The grass trembled as the wave-like Imperial Knights finally arrived, with the foremost Prince Kongdai wielding not a lance but a single-handed Crow Peck Long-Handled Warhammer, swinging it freely.
"For freedom!"
The front row of long spearmen shouted in unison.
Freedom? Prince Kongdai was initially taken aback, then laughed in extreme anger, bending down and roaring, "Such a noble thing as freedom, you lowly commoners dare to defile it!"
Like a longsword slicing through fabric, the shafts of the long spears turned into splattering wood chips and dust.
One by one, the front row of long spearmen flew up, screaming and falling like rag dolls, the hilltop filled with the terrifying sounds of bones breaking and flesh hitting the ground.
"Bastards! Go to Fire Prison!"
"You despicable rebels!"
During the charge against the long spears, seven or eight Imperial Knights were knocked to the ground by the recoil.
Just like in the Battle of Pavia, the Imperial Knights were not afraid of falling; they grinned savagely, drew their longswords backward, and rushed towards the front row of War Monks.
The longsword swung horizontally, heads flew high, and severed arms rolled in the blood.
The most striking figure was Prince Kongdai, who had charged single-handedly into the battle formation.
He swung his warhammer, skillfully avoiding the long spears.
He could even grab a spear, drag the spearman out, and then smash down with his hammer, causing brain matter and blood to explode in all directions.
"Die!"
Amidst the shouts of rage from the long spearmen, a knight who charged too far ahead was speared in the thigh and dragged off his horse by the long spearmen.
Seven or eight spears viciously stabbed into the weak spots of the armor; the knight's sword only managed to cut off a soldier's arm before his throat was pierced.
The Imperial Knight lay in the pool of blood, eyes wide open, unable to believe how he had died like this.
"Woowoo—" The horn of the knights' assembly blew, and the remaining long spearmen took a few steps forward, only to see the knights easily retreat beyond the range of the spears.
Looking at the distant assembly and formation of the Imperial Knights, the long spearmen felt a sense of powerlessness.
Could they only watch helplessly as these murderers easily broke out of their encirclement?
Among the corpses littering the ground, the surviving long spearmen noted that only about 100 of their comrades remained, while there were only about a dozen fallen Imperial Knights.
Only a dozen!
Was Prince Kongdai really just a Titled Knight?
Finally, the sound of retreat came from afar, and the gunners arrived in time, aiming at the hillside, causing the remaining veteran soldiers to grit their teeth angrily as they retreated toward the back of the hill.
However, Prince Kongdai was not planning to let them go. After regrouping, he charged again.
This time, it wasn't just 100 Imperial Knights; the following Square Banner Knights and Squire Knights also pushed through the mercenaries' ranks, charging towards the hill.
Lead bullets and arrows whizzed between the hills, and amidst this dense net of lead and arrows, the corridors of the depressions and hillsides were filled with rapidly marching Salvation Army Infantry.
They marched in formation, occasionally stopping to fend off charging knights.
Those who fell or were left behind had no time to be saved and could only watch as the knights slaughtered their former comrades.
Prince Kongdai laughed maniacally, chasing down and playfully massacring the stragglers, then hurling their corpses or limbs towards the marching Salvation Army.
"For freedom!" A Holy Gunman finally couldn't bear it; he broke away from the ranks, ambushing nearby, and when Prince Kongdai rushed past, he stood up and fired a shot.
"Bang—clang!"
A cascade of sparks erupted from the helmet, leaving a fingernail-sized dent on Prince Kongdai's beak-shaped helmet. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"No, impossible, at such close range, it's impossible—" The young Holy Gunman couldn't help but shout in panic.
But in the blink of an eye, the terrifying prince appeared before the youth, a smile on his lips.
The handle of the Crow Pecking Warhammer traced a semicircle in the air, creating a trail of afterimages, and struck heavily against the fifteen-year-old Holy Gunman.
The broken saint gun flew high, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the jawless skull; fragmented parts, splattered blood, and half a skull cap fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Freedom? What do you know about freedom?" Prince Kongdai lifted the visor of his bird-beak helmet and spat at the young Holy Gunman.
"You—dastardly beast, you dastardly beast!"
"Devil, go to hell!"
The nearby Holy Gunmen fleeing for their lives instantly saw red; they were all childhood friends, closer than real brothers.
Ignoring the Brigade Commander's orders, they roared and drew their knives, rushing forward.
Echoing laughter came from Prince Kongdai's helmet as he swung his warhammer in a circle, charging ahead.
The horse's hooves smashed throats, the warhammer shattered chests, and two young Holy Gunmen fell in pools of blood.
"Hahahahaha—"
The remaining Holy Gunman was left hanging upside down in Prince Kongdai's hand, dragged along head-first.
