When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 883 - 834: Wild Wolf Soldier

The sound of raindrops is pitter-patter, while the rain of arrows clinks and clangs, occasionally mixed with the thud and cries of pain.

The leading Knight Oslar did not charge directly into the formation. After getting within range of the Holy Guns, he made a sweeping maneuver.

Yet, many officers instinctively ordered to shoot.

The lead bullets flew haphazardly, mostly grazing the knights' armor, sending out a few sparks.

It must be said that this Knight Oslar's martial skills are indeed exquisite. After dodging the bullets, he turned back again.

The colorful cloaked squad of knights crossed over ditches and fences, forming into a wedge-shaped impact formation.

Catching the timing of the Holy Gunman's rotation and loading, the knight shot and killed an officer, then caught a lance thrown by a retainer knight in mid-air.

"The price of angering the bull!"

With a unique war cry of the Oslar Clan, that flamboyant knight leaned his body down.

The war cry echoed inside his helmet, surprisingly tinged with a metallic hum.

"The price of angering the bull!"

Following the shout, nearly a hundred knights lowered their bodies and accelerated their horses to the fastest speed, charging forward.

They passed through the second volley of bullets, and some companions fell.

At the moment the third volley of bullets was released, with horses neighing and people shouting, that Knight Oslar reached the flank of the Holy Gunmen.

Three Holy Gunmen were knocked into the air, and the rest drew their military sabers, but they couldn't stop the other knights charging in.

The Knight Oslar smiled under his mask, turned his horse, and prepared to continue the assault on the Long Spearmen at the flank.

He was about to tighten his horse's belly when he heard a distinct wolf howl from the Wild Wolf Army.

On the battlefield, where did a wolf come from?

Before he could react, a shadow flashed past his eyes, and an inexplicable force came from his side abdomen.

His armor pressed tightly against his abdomen, making a metal screeching noise like nails on a chalkboard.

He couldn't regain his balance before he heard another wolf howl. His thigh rubbed against the saddle, and unexpectedly he was knocked off his horse. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

His shoulder hit a rock with a cracking sound of bones breaking. Before he could see clearly, he drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed at the attacker's face.

But with a clang, the dagger pierced empty air and got stuck.

The dagger was actually bitten by a set of sharp teeth!

Looking through a slit, it was... a giant wolf, a giant wolf!

No, it wasn't a giant wolf; it was a creature with the head of a wolf and the body of a man... Damn it, a wizard from Black Snake Bay!

As he was about to get up, another giant wolf opened its huge mouth and bit onto his neck armor.

As it released its grip, blood gushed out from the hole in the neck armor.

"This... isn't... urgh?" Thierry pointed at the scene and turned to look at the panting Old Pierre, "Beastman?"

"No, those are Wild Wolf Soldiers, skilled in body magic... miracles! I mean, bodily miracles."

Whether from exhaustion or heat, Old Pierre took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Looking back at the battlefield, there were actually five or six Wild Wolf Wizards... Wild Wolf Soldiers! Wild Wolf Soldiers in combat.

They transformed into werewolf-like giants, similar to Louise's transformation into a Barbarian Giant, but only about two meters tall.

Though their physical strength is not as well-rounded as that of an Extraordinary Knight, they specialize in many areas.

These Wild Wolf Soldiers pounced and bit into the charging Extraordinary Knights, faster and more agile.

With the combination of Long Halberds and Holy Guns, the Extraordinary Knights, who thought that charging would end the battle, were quickly taken down one by one.

The Oslar Infantry Phalanx, which was initially slowly approaching, erupted in a deafening roar upon seeing the scene before them.

Amidst the roar, they smoothly turned left, leaving without engaging in battle.

However, the Vanguard Corps would not let them run away so easily and charged straight after them.

The bullets whizzed by their backs as the Long Spear Cultivators ran in pursuit.

With only a two to three-meter distance between the nearest spear tip and the last infantryman, suddenly a voice shouted, "The Thousand River Valley People caught up with us!"

The entire infantry phalanx immediately scattered like fleeing birds and beasts, without even engaging.

Standing on the hillside, Thierry observed the entire battle. Apart from the initial march transitioning into combat, he hadn't taken any notes.

How could he document this? Could he really document this? Hiring a few wizards from Black Snake Bay to hide in the army formation, and when the Extraordinary Knights charge, have them pounce and bite?

Could it be that Grandiva would also enact a "Tolerance Edict," practically allowing the presence of wizards and alchemists?

With complex emotions, Thierry, watching Old Pierre with enthusiasm, asked, "Where did these Wild Wolf Soldiers come from?"

"Of course, from Black Snake Bay." Old Pierre took out a flask and drank, "It's from a Wizard Clan in Long Embankment City, led by a patriarch named Berhardt Riemann."

"I mean, why are they here? Were they hired by you?" Thierry probed further.

"No, no, no, Black Snake Bay is a member state of the Holy Alliance, they enlisted properly." Old Pierre pondered for a moment and added, "To be precise, the young master Little Hart of the Riemann Clan was sent to study at the Saint Danji Military Academy.

He later got assigned to the Norn New Army as an officer, because Berhardt Riemann's ancestral home is Norn.

Subsequently, some young adults from the Riemann Clan joined the Norn New Army in response to the recruitment call."

Due to confidentiality rules, he was not allowed to disclose specific numbers.

But the entire Wild Wolf Battle Group included forty-six Wild Wolf Soldiers, almost half of the Riemann Clan's members.

The Riemann Clan seems to have invested heavily in the future of the Holy Alliance, as all the Secret Faction Clans aspire to legitimize themselves.

"Now you understand why we are called the Wild Wolf Battle Group, right? It's because we have the Wild Wolf Soldiers as our lethal weapon."

"Wild Wolf," the name chosen collectively, not only due to the Wild Wolf Soldiers' exploits but also because the name itself suits the Norn people's taste.

In contrast, the Chongxin Battle Group doesn't sound appealing, too timid. Only cowards join that Battle Group!

Old Pierre's sense of pride was just rising when he thought of his second son Michelle serving in the Chongxin Battle Group, leaving him conflicted.

"Little Hart, I think I saw him a few days ago," Abazi recalled with a frown, "Is he from the First Infantry Corps?"

"Yes." With his hands on his hips, Old Pierre looked at the pursuing War Monks with deep emotion, "He fought bravely, always at the forefront in battle, and won many honors. Jeska Battle Commander also appreciates him.

After the Battle of Malunpo, when calculating merits, his rank was promoted to Junior General, assigned to the Wild Wolf First Corps' First Long Spear Team as Captain Fifty."

Old Pierre's words were tinged with jealousy.

His second son Michelle, in the Siege of Adan Castle, earned the merit of being first to breach, and thus was granted the rank of Provisional Junior General.

As for his position, he was transferred from an ordinary infantry corps to the Vanguard Corps to serve as Captain Fifty.

Within the battle group's infantry corps, the ranks in terms of elite level are usually the First Infantry Corps, Eighth Infantry Corps, and Second Infantry Corps.

The First Infantry Corps is the main reserve, the Eighth Infantry Corps responsible for vanguard duties, and the Second Infantry Corps takes on assault tasks.

Thus, the promotion path for officers goes from ordinary infantry corps to the Second Infantry Corps, then to the Eighth Infantry Corps, and finally to the First Infantry Corps.

Of course, if their training results repeatedly fail to meet standards, they can be demoted or even thrown back to the ordinary infantry corps.

Michelle, his son, with the merit of breaching first, made one leap, from the ordinary infantry corps to the Vanguard Corps.

This Little Hart, however, skipped three grades directly from an ordinary corps to become the captain of the First Infantry Corps' First Long Spear Team.

According to the promotion path, after serving for three years, as long as his rank meets the requirements, he could be the First Infantry Corps Commander.

Serving as an infantry corps commander for five years, provided he meets the requirements and positions are available, this Little Hart could be promoted to Battle Commander.

Just eight years is all it would take, and he would only be thirty-three at that time.

"Comparisons are indeed infuriating."

"Old Pierre, Old Pierre!" While the four on the hillside were deep in thought, someone shouted from below.

"Here!"

"Come quickly; you need to stay and tally the spoils of war. We must hurry on; those bastards are burning the bridge ahead!"

"Oh, coming!"

Disregarding Thierry and the others, Old Pierre hurriedly called on the service soldiers and rushed off.