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#371 - Battle of Black Mountain (XIV)

July of 1445 was a hot summer.

Ice conjured by Frost Magic would quickly melt, and the Stone-to-Mud spell required continuous casting unless it encountered mortar that could be solidified in one go.

With the wizard's death, the escape route Niddersall had prepared for himself was cut off.

Niddersall was now filled with regret, immense regret.

He had previously assumed the battle was decided and would end quickly, so he hadn't assigned many guards to the wizards.

Once the battle stalemated, his attention was entirely focused on breaking the formation and dueling the Holy Musket Riders, neglecting the wizards' existence.

This was Niddersall's first time utilizing wizards on the battlefield, and he had ultimately made a mistake.

"Tch, we've been discovered." Colleber looked at Jeanne, whose hair was flying beside her, "Your Highness, the Holy Maiden, we can attack now."

"Stick to them!" Jeanne pointed the battle flag in her hand towards the Nigosacks not far away, her impassioned voice ringing in the ears of every Holy Musket Rider.

At Jeanne's command, the Holy Musket Riders quickly transformed into dozens of small Holy Musket Rider squads.

This time, they didn't use the original mass charge but instead adopted a relatively ancient small-squad assault tactic.

In the previous battle, Jeanne had discovered that mass charges made it difficult to leverage the Holy Musket Riders' advantages.

Holy Musket Riders were more agile and faster than ordinary extraordinary knights.

Similar to how Horn had arranged the large square formation into small infantry lines, the divided small squads of Holy Musket Riders could maneuver more nimbly than knights of the same level.

Her body rising and falling with the warhorse, Jeanne lowered her iron helmet, blocking the sunlight from her eyes.

The warm and cold currents in the breathing technique constantly interchanged in her mouth and nose, and her slightly fatigued body quickly recovered its energy.

"Attack from both flanks, don't let them run." Golden light shone from the Holy Grail Battle Flag, followed by the unified shouts of the Holy Musket Riders.

"Expel the demons!"

A dozen or so streams of dust and smoke rapidly charged towards the flanks of the Nigosacks, forming a pincer movement.

The Nigosacks' flanks automatically detached dozens of knights to intercept these Holy Musket Riders.

Javelins pierced the air, flying past shoulders, legs, and even armpits with a bloody hue.

But these Holy Musket Riders felt nothing; they remained prone on their horses, firmly focused on the enemies before them.

This chilled many Nigosacks to the bone; these fierce cavalrymen who disregarded their own lives were just like the undead knight order under the Vampire Grand Duke.

Within the Savior Army, there were three major requirements to become a Holy Musket Rider: horsemanship, breathing techniques, and Holy Power.

Horn had also proposed an implicit condition: knights with deep-seated hatred were given priority.

Horn had thought this implicit condition would weed out many people, but it turned out that horsemanship eliminated a large number.

For the Nigosacks, this was just a battle for wages and loyalty to Lord Niddersall.

For the Holy Musket Riders, this was a war to protect their homeland, and even more so, a holy war to expel demons.

Amidst the javelin fire, the Holy Musket Riders' speed increased instead of decreasing.

The front-row Holy Musket Riders pulled out heavy cavalry muskets from their boots, and the fierce wind whistled past their ears; they could hear nothing and see nothing.

Only the sound of gears and ratchets squeezing together seemed to be clearly audible in their ears, and hot air passed through their chests.

They were waiting, waiting for the final signal.

A blazing white light rose from the back of the galloping Carrot, and a thunderbolt swept across the four knights blocking the way like a bolt from the blue.

Disregarding chivalry, Jeanne directed all the lightning at the four warhorses in front of her, manipulating her exquisite horsemanship to charge through the gaps between the falling horses.

Carrot raised his hooves, and the extremely painful neighing frightened him so much that his gait became disordered.

Cracks of lightning appeared on the skin of the four warhorses, and a faint smell of roasted meat lingered in the air.

The four Nigosacks didn't understand what had happened before they were thrown off; they flew high, five or six meters, before crashing heavily to the ground.

Armor scraped and bounced against the ground, and they rolled another four or five meters before stopping under the pull of bushes and grass.

Although they weren't dead, most of their bodies were a bloody mess; sharp pieces of armor were embedded in their bronze skin, and the Nigosacks on the ground emitted unconscious groans.

"Fire!"

After the lightning, a barrage of lead balls swept through Niddersall's knights like a hurricane.

Niddersall didn't want to interfere, but seeing the chaos in the rear, he couldn't help but issue an order.

"That damned unholy witch." Niddersall gnashed his teeth and growled, looking at the chaotic formation, "Faramarz, take a hundred Nigosack knights to intercept them."

The Nigosacks' obedience was quite high; at Niddersall's command, a hundred Nigosacks left the ranks within a dozen seconds, charging head-on towards the Holy Musket Riders.

Niddersall led the remaining one hundred and thirty-odd Nigosacks towards the Winged Hussars.

Hooves leaped, crushing the branches and clods of earth on the ground.

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Niddersall recklessly increased his gait to a canter, just to block the Winged Hussars before they reached the traitorous wizards.

Because the Winged Hussars were lightly armored or unarmored, even though their warhorses were a level lower, they still bypassed Niddersall and reached the traitor wizards.

For the turning point of a battle, perhaps the most important thing is timing.

Being delayed by Jeanne for perhaps only ten seconds.

But because of these ten seconds, the Winged Hussars had already approached the wizards.

These wizards had exhausted their magical power to create the road, and they stood up in despair, their legs trembling, trying to cast spells again.

But how could Pasrik, the leader, let them act? As a grand wizard, no one understood the casting of spells better than him.

Holding a saber, Pasrik was both unbearable and angry, but the battlefield never left people with these emotions.

In Niddersall's desperate eyes, at least three heads of wizard slaves flew into the air wherever Pasrik went, and blood spurted from the necks revealing white bones.

Seeing this situation, Niddersall immediately made a decision; they were too late to rescue those traitorous wizards.

"Go!" Turning his horse's head, Niddersall didn't continue trying to intercept.

He whistled, and the Nigosacks covering the rear immediately approached Niddersall.

"Your Excellency, what do we do now?"

"Break out from the front." Niddersall's heart was bleeding when he made this decision, "This is the only way, before their Hill-boar Longbowmen can fire."

You should know that the meaning of breaking out from the front is that at least half of the Nigosacks will be lost on this battlefield.

Paying such a high price, the final result was only a draw, with both sides suffering heavy casualties.

Hearing the shouts of the Watch Guards, Niddersall hardened his heart; as long as he could survive, he could always assemble another batch of Nigosacks.

Nigosacks were not common, but cheap desert herdsman slaves were plentiful.

"We'll break through from the front." Niddersall looked at the Nigosacks in front of him, "We need to pass through two of the rebel army's most elite squadrons and reunite with our guards."

If the situation was still good, then the guards could take the opportunity to break into the enemy's formation… Niddersall shook his head; he was too desperate to have such an absurd idea.

It would be good if the guards weren't used by the rebel army to break into the enemy formation.

The remaining two hundred and several Nigosacks immediately charged down the slope towards the two elite Guards in front of them.