I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 400 Forced into the Palace

"Shoot!" Following the commander's loud order on the mountain, the magic gunners lying in ambush on both sides quickly emerged like long-dormant beasts.

Their bodies were agile and nimble, and their movements were smooth and seamless, like cheetahs hiding in the dark. Their long periods of lurking gave them an air of readiness, waiting for the order to strike a fatal blow to the enemy. Their eyes were as sharp as eagles, tightly locking onto the enemies scattered on the battlefield. They captured every target accurately, not missing any flaws. With a finger gently pressing on the trigger, with a crisp sound, a series of precise shots poured down towards the target like a rain of arrows.

In order to avoid the attacks of the magic gunners, the scattered knights kept changing their positions. Their figures moved quickly on the battlefield, like leaves swaying in the wind, erratic. This made it difficult for the magic gunners to aim, but the magic gunners were well-trained and cooperated well with each other.

They didn't need much verbal communication, just simple gestures and eye contact to understand and quickly adjust the direction of their shooting, leaving no breathing space for the enemy. Every shot was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, as if announcing their strength and determination to the enemy.

Bullets were fired at the knights. Even though they were experienced in many battles, they could not resist the surging attack. In an instant, blood splattered all over the battlefield. The blood was particularly dazzling in the sun. The frightened knights cried out in pain, and their horses neighed and pawed the ground in panic, raising clouds of dust. The whole scene fell into chaos, and the originally neat knight team was instantly scattered.

Although the number of enemies on both sides was small, the Knights suffered heavy casualties due to their excellent tactics and accurate shooting. The leader looked at the tragic scene in front of him, frowned, and made a prompt decision. He shouted loudly, concentrated his forces and quickly charged towards the positions on both sides. Under the command of the leader, the knights regrouped, waving their weapons, shouting and rushing towards the enemy, trying to regain the initiative on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, the enemy had already fled like a ghost. Without the restraint of heavy armor, they moved extremely quickly, and disappeared without a trace the moment the Knights launched their charge. Their retreat seemed like a carefully planned performance, as if they were mocking the Knights' pursuit. The knights looked at the empty position, feeling unwilling, but helpless.

In order to boast about their own achievements, the captains below attributed all this to their bravery. Their faces were filled with smug smiles, and they had already begun to imagine talking about their heroic deeds at the celebration banquet after the war. They described how they charged into battle on the battlefield and how they bravely defeated the enemy, completely ignoring the truth of the matter. In their narration, it seemed that the victory of this battle was entirely their own credit, and those who really made efforts were left behind.

However, the real heroes of the victory of this battle were the commander and the magic gunners on the mountain. With his rich experience and excellent tactical vision, the commander made an in-depth analysis and accurate judgment of the enemy's position and actions before the battle. He stood on a high place, overlooking the entire battlefield, like a chess master, calculating every move just right. He formulated an unexpected attack plan, cleverly ambushed the magic gunners on both sides, waiting for the enemy to fall into the trap.

The magic gunners executed the plan perfectly with their superb skills and fearless courage. They were fully focused on the battlefield, and every shot was carefully aimed and calculated, laying a solid foundation for the Knights' victory. They shuttled through the hail of bullets, fearless of the enemy's counterattack, and interpreted their loyalty and bravery with their actions. However, their silent efforts were overshadowed by the boasting of the captains, and their achievements were buried in those false words.

In real life, if a person ignores the facts and exaggerates, he will only hurt himself in the end. For example, when the regiment leader gave the order to sprint at full speed, he did not consider the devastating consequences that this decision might bring. He was blinded by the desire to win and did not fully assess the situation on the battlefield and the strength of the enemy. This blind and arrogant behavior is likely to put the entire team in a more dangerous situation and ultimately lead to irreparable losses.

The captain's eyes flashed with fanaticism. He stood on a high place, overlooking the battlefield, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Everyone, charge!" The passionate voice echoed on the battlefield, with an unquestionable majesty. However, he did not realize that this order was like opening Pandora's box, which would bring a devastating blow to the knights. Perhaps the short-lived victory before made him completely lose his mind, and he was overwhelmed by the joy of victory. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to quickly capture the enemy's position and win the battle.

Under the encouragement of the leader, the charging knights burst out with unprecedented energy. Their faces were filled with fearlessness, their weapons were raised high, and they rushed towards the enemy with shouts. The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, raising a cloud of dust. Their figures on the battlefield looked so brave and determined, as if nothing could stop them from moving forward.

However, when the Knights rushed into the range of the bullets, hundreds of magic spears were fired like the scythe of the god of death. The dense gunshots echoed on the battlefield like thunder in a storm. The bullets fired by the magic spears, with a sharp whistling sound, cut through the air and flew towards the knights.

It is worth noting that these magic guns have great limitations. The magic gunners use special means to infuse energy, and this energy can only last for a week in the human body at most, and can only fire ten bullets each time. Therefore, behind the hundreds of magic guns, there are actually thousands of people fighting in turns. They are like well-trained machines, constantly changing positions and replenishing energy to ensure that the magic guns can continue to attack.

Even so, the power of the magic gun showed its great strength at this time. The bullets fired by hundreds of magic guns formed a gloomy and terrifying isolation zone. The dense bullets were like an invisible net that enveloped the knights. In front of this powerful firepower, the knights fell one after another, and their blood dyed the ground red. They paid a huge price, but did not get the expected results. The originally confident charge instantly turned into a tragic massacre.

"Captain, we can't attack like this anymore." The staff officer's face was filled with anxiety, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness and fear. "We have lost more than half of our troops. If we continue, we will pay the same price as the Fifth Regiment." At this moment, the staff officer finally understood the reason why the Fifth Regiment was wiped out. He had previously laughed at the other side for being incompetent, but now he was facing the same situation. His heart was filled with regret and despair, and he was afraid that he couldn't even cry.

"How is that possible? We are the strongest knights, we must not retreat." The captain's eyes were still full of stubbornness and unwillingness. He walked out of the command tent. It was already dark, and the night was like a huge black curtain, covering the entire battlefield. He could only see the light spots flying over the mountain. The flickering light, like a meteor in the night sky, represented the light of death. Every flash of light meant that a knight fell.

"Let the brothers withdraw." The captain's voice was filled with fatigue and helplessness. He personally went to the front line to check on the dead and wounded knights. When he saw that the once solid armor was covered with dense bullet holes and could not resist damage, he woke up from his dream and realized that his arrogance had killed the brothers who fought side by side. His heart was filled with guilt and self-blame. Looking at the knights lying on the ground, his eyes were wet.

"Captain Carl, don't show your incompetence. Our Third Regiment will definitely be able to capture the position and make you lose face." The Third Regiment's Captain Billy still said arrogantly, with a contemptuous smile on his face, as if he didn't see that the armor of the retreating knights of the Fourth Regiment was full of holes. His voice was full of confidence and arrogance, as if the victory of this battle was already in his grasp. He led the knights to march towards the hillside without hesitation, and the sound of horse hooves sounded again, as if announcing their arrival to the enemy.

"Captain Billy, now is not the time to be brave. The magic guns those people gave us are completely different from the magic guns they use. The enemy's magic guns can easily penetrate our armor. We must strengthen our protection." Carl brought the battle shield, his eyes full of worry and sincerity, hoping that Billy could listen to his advice. He knew the danger of this battle. If effective protective measures were not taken, the Third Regiment would also face a catastrophe.

"Incompetent people are incompetent. Even if we don't have armor, I can still capture the enemy's territory." Billy was blinded by jealousy. With a crazy light flashing in his eyes, he took off his armor and exposed himself to the enemy's gun. He rushed straight to the enemy's position. Seeing this, the knights behind him followed suit and rushed to the battlefield full of death.

"Captain, what should we do now?" The staff officer looked panicked, his voice full of anxiety, and he looked at Captain Carl eagerly. The battlefield was filled with smoke, shouts of killing, and the sound of gunfire intertwined, filling his heart with fear and confusion. At this moment, he could only place his hope on the captain.

"You go to the rear immediately," Captain Carl said loudly with a frown and a firm and decisive look in his eyes, "Report the situation here to the headquarters staff in detail, and move all the battle shields in the rear to me." Carl knew very well that the crazy attack of the Third Regiment at this moment was very likely to repeat the mistakes of his Fourth Regiment. He had to take measures as soon as possible to prepare for the subsequent battles.

As expected, the magic spear commander did the same thing and used the terrifying tactics again, dealing a heavy blow to Billy. The dense magic spear bullets poured down like a rainstorm, and the knights of the third regiment fell one after another, and their blood dyed the hillside red. However, Billy was overwhelmed by the desire for victory, and he ignored the heavy casualties and continued to drive the knights closer to the enemy's front line. Every step was extremely difficult, and the ground was covered with the blood and corpses of the knights, whose faces were distorted and died tragically.

In order to continue advancing, some crazy knights even used their companions' corpses as shields and climbed up step by step. Seeing this, the magic spearmen could only shoot with difficulty through the gaps between the corpses, and their hit rate and lethality were greatly reduced. But even so, the deterrent power of the magic spear still frightened the knights.

"Kill! Kill them all!" After paying a heavy price, the Third Regiment finally reached the top of the mountain. Seeing the situation was not good, the enemy began to retreat in an orderly manner. But how could Billy let them go so easily? In his mind, only by completely destroying the enemy could he satisfy his ambition.

However, facing the enemy's orderly retreat, the knights' attack was greatly restricted. The enemy seemed to be a well-trained warrior, always maintaining a tight formation during the retreat, covering each other, making it difficult for the knights to find a breakthrough.

At this moment, the situation changed dramatically. A large number of knights holding shields suddenly appeared behind the enemy. Their shields were more than one meter high and made of hard metal. The surface was smooth and gleamed coldly under the moonlight. These shields protected the knights behind tightly. The magic gun bullets hit the one-centimeter-thick heavy shields, making only a dull sound and being slightly powerless, unable to cause substantial damage to the knights behind the shields.

The magic gunners found that their retreat was cut off and they were in a desperate situation. They knew that if they were surrounded by the knights, they would die. So they attacked forward without hesitation, and bullets rained down on the knights. This put the knights in front in a huge dilemma. They had nowhere to hide and could only move forward with difficulty, carrying the bodies of their comrades. Some knights even had to grab the living comrades in front of them and use their strength to gain the power to move forward. The scene was extremely tragic.