When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 888 - 839: The Combat Power of the Edict Company
The damp wind blew against Raffel's face, mixed with the morning mist, yet he stood silently like a statue.
He considered the Wild Wolf Battle Group as an old friend he had never met.
Previously, during the rescue battle at Xia Lvcheng, Jeska of the Wild Wolf Battle Group had ambushed the army attacking Xia Lvcheng while he wasn't paying attention.
Later on the outskirts of Kenke Town, Raffel sent the Red Knights to pin them down.
Yet, he didn't expect the cunning one-eyed dragon to escape, and now they meet again here, truly a twist of fate.
Squinting his eyes, with the aid of Divine Art's Eagle Eye, he easily saw the breastworks before him.
The long breastworks stretched across the gentle slope, with a gap every 10 fathoms or so.
Behind the low wall, there were also man-high triangular mounds, which were a nightmare for many Leia soldiers.
Whether in Xia Lvcheng or attacking surrounding forts, these terrifying Triangle Forts were always present.
Solid Triangle Forts were equipped with Spring Cannons, and every time these Triangle Forts were taken, countless lives were lost.
Among the soldiers behind the breastworks, the front row consisted of Holy Gunmen wearing ship-shaped helmets and breastplate, mounting their black gun barrels on the breastworks.
Further back, there were a large number of close-combat soldiers, including Long Halberd Soldiers, Long Spear Soldiers, and those sinister Wild Wolf Soldiers.
They had clashed before, what Holy Alliance, it was basically the Devil's Alliance, flagrantly bringing Werewolves onto the battlefield. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Disgusting! Even Raffel felt like covering himself with a layer of shame!
"Duke Omes, what do you think?"
Beside him, Duke Omes had a thick head of black hair and a sturdy mustache.
He was clearly over sixty, yet looked as young as a man in his forties.
As the patriarch of the Oslar Clan, though Raffel held a higher central power position than Omes, he still had to show him some respect.
"The breastworks tactic, I've heard of it before, but didn't expect it to be like this." Duke Omes scrutinized, "In the previous field battle, our Oslar Clan lost many good lads."
"How do you think we should attack?" Raffel obviously wouldn't let Omes dodge the question easily.
Duke Omes pondered: "The breastworks can shelter the Holy Gunmen, and this gentle slope can slow down knight charges.
These Spring Cannons can reach three hundred meters, getting close would result in concentrated Holy Gunfire, and they can rely on the river for replenishment in the rear; it's tough to attack.
If it were me, I'd learn from your tactics in Xia Lvcheng, digging trenches, advancing gradually, and then sending Demon Hunters and Great Swordsmen for constant raids to deplete the enemy's strength."
However, Raffel shook his head: "His Highness Jinijis's instructions are clear—it's a blitz, or else the other battle groups would be too slow and won't make it on time."
"A blitz might incur heavy casualties and not yield significant victories."
Listening to Duke Omes, Raffel smiled: "They have Spring Cannons; do we not?"
Duke Omes was startled, just about to speak, when Raffel turned his horse around and rode to the front of the Leia army formation.
"Who will be the vanguard?!"
"I will!" The Company Commander of the Fifth Imperial Decree Company stepped forward.
Unbuckling his waist sword and tossing it to the Company Commander, Raffel smiled faintly: "Don't let me down!"
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As the Company Commander of the Fifth Imperial Decree Company, Glenspan stood at the forefront of the array, with nearly three hundred Imperial Knights and five hundred farmers pushing shield carts behind him.
Unlike Prince Kongdai, whose equipment and financial support were managed by the Church, they had no sophisticated adornments, appearing rather rustic.
These Imperial Knights of the Kingdom Army had distinct characteristics.
Besides custom-made plate armor that wrapped down to their toes, the most distinctive feature was the exquisite cloisonné enamel flowers on the breastplate.
This was a new type of ceramic developed in Branded City in the past decade—Cloisonné Enamel.
The new King generously added these beautiful roses to every Imperial Knight's armor and called the Imperial Knights the Empire's Flower.
Each knight had lances and bows hung at their thigh, kiteshields on their backs, and sword scabbards strapped tight to their sides.
Leading them, Glenspan first drew out a potion and downed it.
He was well aware of how troublesome these Holy Alliance troops were, especially when hiding behind those turtle shells.
So if he didn't drink these bloodthirsty potions before the battle, he might not have the chance after the battle.
Unlike those ordinary knights who required Khan Potions, the normal riding skills of the Decree Company were already at the state of other Extraordinary Knights who had taken Khan Potions.
The Bloodthirsty Potion could significantly enhance senses, reaction, and muscle control while suppressing pain, possessing extraordinary pain tolerance.
It was made using belladonna, poisonous mushrooms, and sage, poisonous to ordinary people.
But for these high-level Extraordinary Knights, it was an excellent combat potion.
Just like the Dragon Potion was an advancement potion for Ninth Rank Knights and poison-like for ordinary Extraordinary Knights.
After mastering the breathing techniques to the extreme, to climb higher peaks, they could only seek external powers.
As the potion went down, red light began to rise before his eyes.
Even through skin and blood vessels, he could still smell the sweet scent of blood on the other soldiers.
"Long live the King! Charge!"
In the loud roar, the three hundred Imperial Decree Company charged out in three groups towards the breastworks.
The farmers pushed shield carts, moving slowly but exerting all their strength to move forward.
The front of the shield carts were sturdy leather shields, with rows of poised archers behind them.
In the billowing dust, the sounds of horses' hooves and farmers' shouts intertwined.
The breastworks of the Thousand River Valley Holy Alliance became clearer, and Glenspan's heartbeat grew more intense.
The Holy Gunmen had long assembled behind the breastworks, holding their black heavy Holy Guns, their gazes calm.
Glenspan was dismissive; how could these castle-dependent farmers compare to the charge of knights?
Leading the Decree Company, he galloped forward, and as they got closer to the breastworks, Glenspan ordered the company to halt, and the archers prepared.
However, just as the first batch of arrows flew to the enemy's position, Glenspan suddenly felt a chill creeping in.
He saw several dark shadows fly out, clattering as they rolled to their horses' hooves.
Almost instantly, white spider silk burst open like a torrent, wrapping the entire horse leg.
In the moment he froze, the three rows of Holy Gunmen pulled their triggers with a synchronized creak.
Amidst the explosive sounds like frying beans, bullets flew out and struck several front-row knights.
The knights fell back instantly, even tumbling far from their saddles.
"Damn it! What's going on!" Glenspan drew the Knight's Sword, slicing through the spider silk on the horse's legs with exquisite swordsmanship.
Looking at the silk on his sword, Glenspan's mind, already frenzied from the Bloodthirsty Potion, grew even more agitated.
He looked back, trying to vent this anger and agitation.
But he saw a large group of Long Spearmen rush out from behind the breastworks.
Like a moving wall, organized in rows of five, ten rows deep, they charged toward the Imperial Decree Company's knights.
It was like meat delivered to the mouth, making the Holy Gunmen hesitate to shoot recklessly.
However, just as he thought the situation stabilized, he saw seven or eight charging Long Spearmen suddenly grow long fur.
No, they didn't grow long fur!
"It's those Werewolf Wizards!" exclaimed a knight before he even finished shouting.
One of the Werewolf Wizards, having doubled in size, leapt nearly two meters high, pouncing a Imperial Knight down from his horse with a boom.
"Bastard!" Glenspan's fury surged within him.
Instinctively, he wanted to brandish his sword to command the knights against the attack, but saw the front-row Imperial Knights unable to make any effective responses.
The horses entangled in spider silk couldn't move quickly, and the knights were knocked down to the ground one after another by werewolf-headed Wild Wolf Soldiers.
These Wild Wolf Soldiers cooperated well with the Long Spearmen, covering each other with Helical Gunners.
Even though the Imperial Knights were braver and more elite, they couldn't effectively counter these despicable foes.
Every time sharp Wolf Fang teeth snapped shut, a knight's armor would be shredded, and the felled knights had no chance to break free.
"Knights! Don't stop! Counterattack!" Glenspan shouted, but couldn't prevent the unfolding disaster.
Glenspan urged them not to stop; they didn't want to stop either, but how could they keep moving!
The attack, which initially proceeded like breaking bamboo, instantly plunged into chaos.
