When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 602 - 570: The Struggle for Contention

Prince Kongdai withdrew from the Mound Region, and the Salvation Army's change of formation was completed under the passive observation of the mercenaries.

Although the twelve corps could still line up in staggered rows front and back, the north-south orientation of the riverbank was ultimately narrower than the east-west direction.

Thus, each corps had to divide their troops into squads of fifty to occupy more high ground on the mounds.

Each mound had about fifty to two hundred people.

They could roughly be divided into left, middle, and right lines, with each line consisting of a total of four corps.

At this moment, both Stenberg and Griffin also led their mercenaries to occupy the mounds. These two mercenary leaders had darkened expressions, veins faintly pulsing on their foreheads.

In just one skirmish, they each lost nearly three hundred soldiers; Griffin fared somewhat better, thanks to Prince Kongdai's favor, gaining some minor victories.

But Stenberg, attacking a rather steep mound, was held back by the Long Spear Array, giving the gunners on both sides a field day, with only a single-digit result.

This bunch of farmers are quite strange, possessing crossbows that blow the Devil Wind, and they can even launch fireballs and a kind of shrieking grenade affecting people's spirits.

If Prince Kongdai hadn't personally brought the decree force to press the rear, they would have fled.

"How to fight? His Highness the Prince is urging again." Stenberg dragged a long horse face, "How about this? I'll attack the steeper middle line, and you attack the gentler right line."

Griffin sized him up, "Why don't I attack the middle line?"

"I'm just taking care of you, brother." Stenberg replied with a sardonic smile.

"No need to take care, I'll take the middle line, you go to the riverbank." Griffin gave him a sidelong look; the left and right lines had fireball crossbows and that huge spring gun like a hawk, he would not go there.

Though the middle line was somewhat steep, it was better than facing that terrifying big gun.

Griffin had seen firsthand the scene of flesh scattering and limbs flying.

"Fine, but you better not come snatching glory when I break the enemy." Stenberg sneered, leading his mercenaries towards the right line mound.

After a re-deployment, the mounds in front of the Salvation Army were filled with mercenaries.

Due to terrain reasons, they similarly split into several smaller squads, each numbering about four to five hundred men.

Because of the fear of knights launching an attack from the flank on high ground, the Salvation Army did not initiate an offensive either.

Half an hour later, noticing the North Bow Cavalry began advancing towards the decree force on high ground, Prince Kongdai finally sounded the horn.

After the skirmish, the battle officially entered the head-on infantry confrontation phase.

The blazing sunlight spread warmth, the river gleaming gently, embracing the sky's cluster-shaped white clouds.

New buds on branches swayed with the shouts and early spring's chill wind, sparrows and black swallows perched on twigs, tilting their heads towards the cacophonous area.

Under the mound's lowland bushes still lay dark remnants of old winter snow, exuding a cold aura, yet now, these accumulations were nearly red and melting from the scorching blood.

"Charge!"

"Woola! Wah! (For the King! West Coast Windmill Land accent.)"

"For Freedom!"

"Long live the Thousand River Valley!"

Everywhere in the lowland, ramps, and mounds was a scene of slaughter.

Menacing Double-wage Swordsmen used long swords to sever War Monk heads, blood staining half of their black armor, but before they could celebrate, a barrage of lead bullets sent them rolling down the ramp.

A heavy corpse fell from the sky, instantly tripping up a savage knife-and-shield man in the lowland, not far away a heavy crossbowman peeked from behind a large shield, precisely shooting him in the throat.

The crossbowman excitedly squatted down, struggling to string his heavy crossbow, but as he lifted his head, he saw seven or eight balls dropping.

The next second, amid a piercing humming sound, he stretched his neck dumbly, his bald head reflecting sunlight, instantly becoming a target for the Holy Gunmen.

At the moment lead struck his forehead, the crossbowman finally snapped out of his daze.

The last scene he saw before dying was hundreds of chain-armored soldiers clad in red, yellow, and blue robes scrambling desperately onto the mounds, resembling a winding serpent.

Such scenes were occurring on all of the surrounding ten-plus mounds, arrows, flying axes, and lead shots zooming overhead.

Insanity prevailed, it was already a complete frenzy.

Soldiers on both sides climbed relentlessly, gritting their teeth, braving lead and arrows to reach the ramp crest, then like snails pushing the spear array to push the enemy off the crest.

Double-Salary Great Swordsmen leaped and hacked off heads of Salvation Army one after another.

Leaping Soldiers rolled around at soldiers' feet, plunging short knives and blood into mercenaries' thighs or bellies.

Upon occupying a mound, both sides rapidly gathered reinforcements to repel soldiers attempting to reclaim the mound.

Every time mercenaries painstakingly pushed their troops to the crest, there would be descending clock bombs or fireball techniques, followed by counter-pushing Long Spearmen.

Every time the Salvation Army occupied the mercenary's crest, one could see Prince Kongdai or Alfus rushing with the decree force like lightning, defeating Salvation Army Infantry.

But when the decree force tried to pursue victory, it was met with fireball crossbows or falcon cannons, countless iron sand lead bullets and stones firing, repeatedly shattering the knights' ambitions.

Blood flowed from the crest to the lowland, even forming small blood streams and ponds.

With one careless action, a blood-sucking vine rose from this blood, whipping or ensnaring nearby mercenaries and Double-Salary Great Swordsmen.

Monks, under Demon Hunters' protection, trembled as they climbed to the mound top, cutting off the mana channel between Catherine and the blood-sucking vine.

The battlefield had those resting, while others continued the relentless grinding combat.

Though the situation seemed intense, high up Dakunio saw clearly, the balance of victory was tipping towards the Salvation Army.

These elite mercenaries and knights were most commonly seen in large army battles on plains, but did not adapt well to such small squad combat.

Conversely, the Guards and Sergeants performed well.

Compared to mercenaries and Guards, the Salvation Army's mobilization was highly orderly, with the front troops retreating, the back covering them, and a rotation system in place.

Flags atop the mounds continuously shifted, with battle-worn War Monks swiftly rotated to the rear for wound dressing and meditation to regain holy power.

This repeated mobilization was originally high-level operation, demanding very high from commanders for one mistake could expose gaps.

Yet the two Battle Commanders leading the battlefield made almost no mistakes from the beginning until now.

Even the occasional mistakes were indeed proactively remedied by those low-ranking officers and soldiers.

Dakunio watched jealously; he wondered where the demon Horn found such excellent infantry.

Truly baffling, they hadn't been to Red Mill Village; was there some magic power there?

First, the demon Horn and witch Jeanne, two geniuses emerged, then casually pulling two random people, each had the competence to be an Army Commander.

Dakunio had to admit, the Salvation Army commander was quite the strategist.

Battling plain grand army battle with Guards and Sergeants specialized in small squad combat, facing Prince Kongdai and the like who mastered grand army combat with small squad grinding battle.

Every time, the enemy started mindlessly using their manhood to slam against Salvation Army's iron fist.

Continuing like this, even if the extraordinary level crushed the Salvation Army, it was surely that their side grew more fatigued, finally collapsing.

They couldn't continue exhausting like this.

"Edmund, lead your troops to first scatter these bow cavalry, then bind the opposing Spring Gun Knights." Dakunio commanded calmly, "Galian, get ready, prowling around the high ground edge, listen only for the left line's big gun firing sound, then charge immediately.

Remaining hired knights, head to the mound battlefield area below, support our mercenaries."