Chapter 826 Damn hell

"Pengpeng..."

With 25 consecutive dull sounds, 150 powerful shells were sent to the camp of the Milan Crusaders by a "grenade ejector". These sounds immediately reminded the infantrymen who were hit not long ago to recall the fire dragon that had just risen on the ground.

I'm afraid they grow up, and they scream before they breathe well.

“Run…”

"God, please have mercy on us!"

"Run quickly, the Hellfire is here..."

All kinds of panic-like voices came from the mouths of the infantry and archers who had just run back. While shouting, they ran desperately towards the distance. But the fire dragon that had just risen underground just now had a deep impression on them.

"These bastards, just now, our cavalry charged back!"

Bishop Francis couldn't help but be angry. He believed that he had a pious belief in Jesus, no matter how cruel things were, could be dealt with. However, the infantry, which was not easy to escape from the cavalry charge, did not sound like this, and they ran and chased the formation.

"Stop them!"

Bishop Francis on the platform pointed at the enemy's back and yelled angrily. But at this time everyone else raised their heads and looked at the white round porcelain bullets that were about to land.

"boom……"

150 continuous explosions, like 150 firecrackers, sounded crisp and fast. But this sound brought about a lot of death. The special design makes 6 shells in groups, if the landing point is accurate, can cause an absolute killing area of ​​120 to 150 square meters.

If this weapon is used to deal with modern soldiers, it will certainly not have any effect. After all, the rapid-moving team-level combat is not easily bombarded by artillery fire. But in the Middle Ages, all formations were as close as possible to provide sufficient firepower output or defensive power. This made the lethality of the grenade ejector shells maximized.

Under the violent explosion, Bishop Francis leaned on his high bar with his head in his arms. The thick floor under him provided him with protection. Neither the air bomb nor the fragments caused by the explosion of the ground caused him.

Only, his ears were almost completely deaf due to the violent explosion. Two blood stains appeared on his cheeks. He was shocked to the point of being confused, and stood up on the platform with his trembling legs and looked into the Milan army camp.

The entire camp seemed to be shrouded in smoke, and the power of the tnt explosive was definitely not comparable to gunpowder. The 100-mm diameter spherical shells and the flying of prefabricated debris really made it look like hell in the military formation.

The smoke was blown away by the wind passing through the plains, and there were corpses everywhere. Under such an explosion, no armor could be blocked. With just one shot, a large number of soldiers in the camp were knocked to the ground. On the platform, his loyal servant held his hands in his mouth and shouted to him. But Bishop Francis, whose ear was injured, could hear nothing.

The two weak legs could hardly support his body. He tried his best to open his eyes and looked around. Some white balls flew in the sky again, and everyone who saw them opened their mouths, unable to hide the fear in their eyes. The cavalry urged the horses, and the infantry moved their legs, all trying to escape from this damn hell.

"Damn, these damn pagan devils from hell, they... what did they do, God... God, show your spirit!"

Bishop Francis raised his head, looked at the sky and drew a cross with his hands. How he wished he really had divine power that could allow the other party's devils to stop their cruel killing.

However, the shells that had already flown into the air did not belong to God's guise, and they were only restricted by gravity. White spheres fell towards their targets. The black-armored cavalry surrounding the army still shot out waves of arrows and guns.

When this wave was fired by the "grenade ejector", the gunners made a little adjustment when they were fired. Not only did they set up a more correct fuze delay, but they also targeted the dense crowd. Again, the 150 shells made another shocking series of explosions.

With the violent explosion and huge death, the last soldiers of the Milan Crusaders collapsed. Even Bishop Francis's servant saw the smoke obscured by his Bishop. His cloak was like a kite with a broken string, flying in the air under the explosion's air waves. The servant could only lie underground and send a final prayer to his Bishop and to all the Milanese people.

"God bless……!"

Both the cavalry and infantry all moved quickly and ran backwards. Behind the defeated soldiers, Manfred's voice screamed, making all the cavalry excited again.

"Charge, charge..."

At this time, the cavalry no longer doubted their prince's command ability against the cavalry. Because the charge just now would definitely cause casualties. But now they are facing the enemy whose morale collapsed under the attack of artillery fire. It can be said that it is almost 100% unilateral massacre. It is not that they are extremely lucky, they will not even suffer injuries.

In a short period of time, the Yulin Army and the Musketeers circled the enemy again. However, this time, they no longer used long-range weapons. Instead, they put away their rifles and Rambo folded bows, pulled out their "python revolver" and the general's knife, and launched a charge with Manfred's men.

The continuous and intensive attacks caused almost half of the Milan Crusaders to suffer casualties, about 20,000 to 25,000. The remaining people in the entire Milan army are now running towards the Po River as if they were mad. They probably believe that only by escaping that river can they have the possibility of survival.

However, people could not escape the horse after all. Most of the infantrymen ran a few steps before being caught up by the cavalry who followed. The cavalrymen under Manfred waved the heavy swords of the knights in their hands, and with the rush of the horse, they passed through the bodies of the defeated soldiers and chopped them to the ground.

But before they could be proud, the cavalry in black armor surpassed them. When they waved the long sword in their hands, they often rushed straight to the neck of the defeated soldiers. With one knife, the head was cut off from their necks.

Otherwise, when chopping down from the side, you can often split the person from the neck with one knife. This is something that European knights cannot do.
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