The downpour caused the gunpowder to be scrapped, and half of the Paratu soldiers' weapons turned into sticks, but half of the Paratu soldiers' weapons were still faithful and reliable.

For the Palatu army, the heavy rainstorm hit morale far more than the actual loss of combat power.

"Palatu people! Show courage!" Officers at all levels tried their best to maintain order, running around in the square formation and shouted: "Keep the formation!"

Sekler even waved the eagle flag to boost morale.

"Stay! Children! Stay!" Sekler urged the musketeer to draw his sword to fight. His voice was hoarse enough to hear clearly, and he was still shouting: "Stay on the ground! The devil can't move a hair of you! If you run away, it will eat you all!"

Compared to the amazing sound of the heavy rain, another blow suffered by the Palatu army was very inconspicuous, but the damage caused was not inferior to the rainfall.

Within the four square arrays, all the spellcaster officers were disabled, and the three officers had even lost consciousness.

The unconscious casters are actually lucky because those sober casters are trapped in severe phantom pain, and life is worse than death.

Lieutenant Roy screamed like a dying beast, and he fell into the mud and water, his body spasmed uncontrollably.

The people around him looked through his body, but they could not find a wound.

But Roy himself felt as if he was being immersed in a boiling oil pan over and over again.

His consciousness was extremely clear and he was clearly suffering from unbearable severe phantom pain.

The others were anxious like ants on a hot pan, watching Lieutenant Roy suffer, but they didn't know what to do.

Robert rushed over and took off his coat and covered the lieutenant.

The lieutenant colonel then cut off a piece of sleeve with a dagger, ordered the soldiers around him to pry Roy's clenched teeth, and clumped the sleeves and stuffed them in.

It not only prevents Lieutenant Roy from biting his tongue, but also prevents him from making any screams that destroy the will of others.

Roy bit the cloth and let out a wave of sobs, and his seven-foot body curled up into a small ball under the cashmere coat.

"Please lift the lieutenant into the center of the phalanx!" Lieutenant Colonel Robert, wearing a single-clothed shirt with only one sleeve left, took the military flag: "Protect him!"

The Palatu army sent orders with flags, military horns and snatches, but the flag language, commands and drum sounds could carry limited information.

More sophisticated commands rely heavily on the caster's assistance.

Now all the spellcaster officers in the square formation are disabled, which means that the important means of communication on the battlefield of the Paratu army have been destroyed.

The sound of rain, hooves, and shouts gathered together, and even if Sekler wanted to give any order, he could not convey it accurately.

The only remaining spellcaster in the Palatu army - Winters Montane, does not know this at the moment, and he is not in the square.

Since the "link" was cut off very early, Winters did not "overload" this time.

The phantom pain comes quickly and goes faster. He can still feel the stinging pain, but the intensity is not unbearable, and he can still grit his teeth and persevere.

When Winters, Mason and others pushed two cannons up the hill, the Paratus army was in its most critical moment.

The four thousand-person square arrays were compressed and bent, and the square array at the north end was even about to turn into a triangle.

But the Paratus is as tough as steel bars.

Under the huge external force, although the steel bars had already made a harsh clatter, they were still holding on and not yet collapsed.

Few war horses dared to crash into the sharp spear forest, and the Hurds were the same.

The horses were in the way, and the fierce Centurion Hurd simply dismounted and fought in a staircase battle.

With their armor, they used their shields and scabbards to push away the spear tips, squeezed into the spear forest, and waved scimitars to kill the Paratus.

Other brave Hed soldiers followed suit, and the Hed without armor crawled into the space under the gun.

Paratu's sword and shield rushed out of the phalanx to intercept the enemy, and the two sides fought in the gun-bar forest.

There were also Hud cavalry jumping off the horse but not fighting in close combat. They showed their unique skills: [strong bow and heavy arrow, ten steps to shoot the surface].

Rainwater will cause the composite bow to be glued, but it can be used barely.

The Palatu soldiers who lost the cover of muskets simply didn't even have the ability to counterattack.

They could only watch Hed's archer pressed against the tip of his spear and shot at their eyes, armpits, calves and other parts that were not protected by armor - most of the spearmen only had half-armored armor.

The soldiers of Paratu could not bear the pressure of watching themselves being shot, and they roared out of the square and rushed towards Hed's archer.

However, they were instantly surrounded and killed by the Heds without the protection of the square formation.

Winters saw the white lion and several green feathers commanding on the west side of the square, with red armor and green horses particularly conspicuous in the rain.

Under their command, the Heds broke into the gap between the square formations and pressed the square formations to move outward.

Winters could see at a glance: the White Lion tried to divide the four square arrays arranged in the T-shaped shape, so that the four square arrays could not cover each other, and then defeated them one by one.

The only hope of the Palatu army is to concentrate its forces, combine the four square formations together, and use a large square formation to face the enemy.

However, under the heavy oppression of the Heds, the Palatus did not dare to do anything at all.

The two sides are still fighting bloody, and all formations are under great pressure. At this time, changing the formation is equivalent to turbulent self-disturbing, giving the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of.

The Palathus need time…it takes time to take a breath.

The men of the Jieshika Brigade gathered on the back slope of the hillside.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska used a few concise words to mobilize pre-war

Rescuing the Sekler tribe is saving itself.

The main force loses in the battle, and the victory of the battlefield is meaningless. The main force is annihilated, and the auxiliary force cannot survive.

Mason and Winters were busy around the cannon.

"Can ammunition be used?" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska asked.

"The shells are fine! There is only a little gunpowder left." Mason trembled his lips and cursed with trembling: "Damn it! What the hell is the weather! It rains when it rains! This is winter!"

"Can you launch?" asked the lieutenant colonel again.

"I can." Winters gritted his teeth and replied: "I use magic to ignite the ignition through the cloud, as long as the cannon chamber does not enter the water."

"Okay, let's play!" Lieutenant Colonel Jeska still said in a lukewarm tone, put down a word and left.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! His expression was the same as usual, with no expression on his face, and he could not see his joy or anger. His only left right eye was staring straight at the person.

But this face that is usually afraid to look directly at, brings a strange sense of stability to everyone at this moment.

Angry Mason kicked the carriage hard and said angrily: "If I could go home alive this time, I would never use this garbage truck again even if I die!"

When we set out, we had four cannons, and only two were left to the battlefield.

Most artillery, gun body and gun stand need to be transported separately.

Some light artillery has artillery cars that can be dragged directly.

But these four gates of the six-pound long cannons guarding the city did not have them, so they were brought in an ordinary carriage.

Even if there is a cannon cart, its [suspension] and [bearing] are not enough to support long-distance rapid movement.

These days, the cannon carts are wooden wheels and iron shafts. They move like turtles climbing, and the creaking sound can be heard everywhere.

They couldn't even keep up with the speed of infantry, let alone the "Dragon Cavalry" brigade that followed Jeska.

So the "beautiful daughters" - Lieutenant Mason called his cannon - used a temporary cannon cart from a manned carriage.

For comfort in riding, the manned carriage is equipped with expensive [belt suspension] and more expensive [cage ball bearings] - original ball bearings.

Even with suspension and bearings, even if it only transports light artillery weighing 450 kilograms, it will ruin two cars along the way.

"Where is the armored grenade?" Winters suddenly remembered: "Is it wet?"

Mason poured the rain in his helmet at his feet: "No, it's all fine. But as long as the rain keeps going, you won't be able to use it."

The sight of people on the battlefield was hindered by the rain, and no one noticed that there was a team of Paratu soldiers behind the hillside 600 meters away.

Mason held up the rain cloth above the cannon and started loading with the gunner.

"No!" Winters stopped Mason: "We probably only have one chance to fire...can't be here..."

At the moment of burning eyebrows, five officers from the Jeska Brigade re-programmed their combat plans in the rain.

Mason yelled: "Damn it! Double charge! Two shells! Dry it!"

All those who could ride were ordered to retrieve the horses, and Winters accidentally saw Pierre in the crowd.

Pierre Girardnovic Mitchell could no longer see the appearance of that young man Dusak.

Now Pierre's eye sockets are deep, his cheeks are thin, and his cheekbones are raised high.

He was frowning, holding the knife's rifle in his mouth, tidying up the saddle silently and carefully.

The same is true for his companions, the children of Wolf Town who once laughed and quarreled.

No, to be precise, they are no longer children.

Winters only blinked, they all grew up.

When he found the centurion looking at him, Pierre took off his helmet and placed it on his chest, nodding to greet him.

Winters nodded, too.

The two of them greeted him speechlessly more than ten meters away.

The preparations were completed quickly.
To be continued...