I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 269 is not good.

The existence of the Mo Dao Brigade is uncertain throughout history.

However, this did not prevent the Han and Tang warrior groups from forming a heavy armor Mo Dao (陌刀) unit to counter cavalry.

The Mo Dao used by Monokuma is a long-handled, double-edged weapon with a blade length of 100 centimeters, a handle length of 150 centimeters, a total length of 2.5 meters, and a weight of 25 kilograms.

Aside from veteran players with high reputation and enhanced physique, ordinary NPC soldiers cannot use such heavy weapons.

Even among players, there aren't many who can wield such a heavy Mo Dao. Only groups like the Han-Tang Warriors, who specialize in heavy armor and melee combat, can assemble a Mo Dao heavy infantry unit.

With a hammer in hand, one is eager to hammer a nail. When the Bohemian light cavalry launched a flanking attack, the Han and Tang warriors, filled with joy, stepped forward and quickly formed ranks outside the shield carts.

The shield cart serves as both protection and obstruction. Monokuma dislikes hiding behind the shield cart because it will be right next to him wielding his longsword.

He felt that this thing was good as cover to block bullets and shells, but when enemy cavalry charged, it was more reliable for heavily armored infantry to carry their weapons and fight in formation.

Within half a minute of the enemy cavalry approaching, the Han and Tang warriors completed their formation and raised their weapons.

As the hurricane whipped up by two hundred warhorses swept towards them, fifty longswords simultaneously rose at a forty-five-degree angle, and moonlight condensed into a line of frost on the fifty longswords.

Monokuma could clearly see the distorted face of the cavalryman at the front... that guy was wearing a red nightgown under his chainmail, and a stolen silver wine jug was dangling next to his saddle.

Did this guy just pull off a robbery during the day?
Monokuma couldn't help but think, but his random thoughts wouldn't interfere with his commands.

"cut!"

Fifty streaks of cold light cleaved the night sky, and the two-and-a-half-meter-long steel broadsword emitted a sound like a dragon cutting through the wind.

The dozen or so warhorses charging at the forefront, about to collide with the players, suddenly shrunk by half...

The sharp steel blade slashed down from above, instantly severing the horse's head. The headless horse carcass swept past the player before crashing to the ground.

The players' loose double-row formation proved effective; as long as the first row of players wasn't knocked away, the charging cavalry would simply pass through the gaps between them without hitting the second row of players.

Amidst the gushing rain of blood, Monokuma's blade struck the breastplate of the second warhorse.

Sparks flew from Monokuma's wrist guards amidst the massive tremor; it was the enemy's final blow—a saber aimed at his neck, which he blocked with a raised hand.

When attacked, he spun around and dragged his sword, the blade slicing from the left rib to the right belly of his warhorse. Hot entrails spilled to the ground, causing the warhorses of the cavalrymen behind him to slip.

"Change steps!"

The black and white bear growled and quickly retreated. The Han and Tang warriors behind him stepped forward without hesitation and took his place.

The ranks of Han and Tang warriors suddenly broke into jagged, jagged lines because of this command.

Twenty-five players stepped forward, treading on the fallen cavalrymen's corpses, their longswords rising in a crescent-shaped arc.

The Bohemian sabers that charged from behind were too short; before they could even reach the player, the player and his armor were cleaved in two.

A man's forearm, gripping a saber, spun across the battlefield, his fingers still twitching nervously.

But the cavalry tide did not stop.

The third wave of warhorses, taking advantage of the sacrifice of their brothers, crashed into the gap in the Mo Dao formation.

Their sabers and warhorse breastplates could finally be used to slash and ram into the player's chest.

Even if the player wears fish scale armor on the outside and cotton armor on the inside, wearing two layers of armor.

However, the Bohemian cavalry charge was still deadly.

A Han-Tang warrior was knocked back three meters by a warhorse. His fish-scale armor plowed sparks in the sand. Before he could get up, three sabers were already slashing down in a crisscross pattern.

One man howled, having just stabbed a cavalryman away with his long-handled sword, when a cavalryman passing by on the right suddenly placed his saber against the man's neck.

The high-carbon steel neck guard was reliable, but the saber, swung at the speed of a horse, carried a cutting force capable of tearing through steel. Amidst spurting blood, the player swayed a few times before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The Bohemian cavalry charged in like a hammer smashing a mirror, and the cracks in their formation emitted screams of metal and flesh.

Some cavalrymen were killed along with their horses by the long-handled swords, while some heavy infantrymen were knocked away.

In the blink of an eye, Monokuma killed his third enemy, and there was nothing left in front of him.

The comrades in front had fallen at some point, and the remaining enemies swept past the double-row formation of Han and Tang warriors, heading straight for the artillery position.

A bloody wind swept across the battlefield. Monokuma, who had been stabbed on the head and was somewhat dazed, subconsciously looked around.

Of the fifty-odd Han and Tang warriors, about ten fell, while the enemy cavalry used nearly a hundred corpses of men and horses to form a circular wall of blood in front of the Mo Dao formation.

Monokuma instinctively turned around and saw the remaining enemy cavalry leaping over sandbag fortifications and charging between the shield carts into the artillery position, engaging in fierce combat with the musketeers and gunners inside.

Light cavalry, having lost their speed, are not actually that scary. They only have a saber and a musket, and when they engage in hand-to-hand combat with infantry, even musketeers can easily knock them off their horses.

However, these cavalry attacks disrupted the artillery's frontal volleys, making the loading of the Tiger Crouching Cannons no longer smooth.

The Bohemian infantry, who were launching a frontal assault, seized the opportunity to rush through the death zone.

"grass!"

Seeing this, Monokuma had no better idea and could only turn around and run back with the remaining Han and Tang warriors.

There is one thing that worries him.

At that moment, a sharp whistle rang out from the hill.

The musketeers and artillerymen, who were engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the cavalry, immediately abandoned their engagement with the enemy and rushed behind the shield carts.

The Bohemians were overjoyed to witness this, and the infantrymen quickened their pace and rushed toward the shield carts.

However, at this moment, the Bohemian cavalrymen who had already rushed in began to flee in panic.

"Don't come any closer...heavy infantry, there are heavy infantry inside!"

Amidst the whistling sound of the chainsaw spinning at high speed, a player jumped off the shield vehicle and aimed his weapon at the enemy who was yelling and alerting his comrades.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and shrill screams echoed across the battlefield.

These are the player heavy infantry who had been hiding behind the hills because of the artillery fire, and they have come out to fight.

The light cavalrymen who entered the flanking formation disrupted the volley fire of the flintlock musketeers and also attracted the attention of these killing machines, causing them to charge forward.

Just then, the Bohemian infantrymen who rushed over ran right into the muzzle of their guns.

"Damn it..."

Monokuma's worst fears came true. He cursed angrily and ran back as fast as he could, but it was too late.

Hundreds of player heavy infantry surged out from behind the shield carts like a tidal wave, routing the fast-moving Bohemian hook-and-sickle spearmen.

The latter originally thought he was going to deal with a group of musketeers, but he never expected to run headlong into the blades of a group of heavy infantry.

Instantly, they were slaughtered, their bodies strewn across the field, their bodies scattered in disarray.

When Monokuma arrived with his men after much hard work.

These fast-running, and also fast-dying, Bohemian infantrymen, after leaving behind a large pile of corpses, were already running back at a speed even faster than their charge.

(End of this chapter)