When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Sparse morning stars hung in the sea-blue sky, and thin clouds drifted like gray mist over the town of Comita.

The early autumn sky was always so high and distant, making one feel refreshed.

Apart from the townspeople who had been driven from their homes and forced to camp in the suburbs, the soldiers who occupied the town slept quite comfortably.

A Leia soldier on the watchtower opened his eyes, rubbed the sleep from them, and then froze in place.

What was that? A shooting star?

The Leia sentry tilted his head back, staring blankly as a huge iron ball flew across the sky and crashed into the white, octagonal skylight of the church.

Seeing the bricks of the pilaster fall with a clatter, enveloped in dust, the sentry woke up as if from a dream and jumped up, rushing to the great bell.

"Dong—dong—dong—"

"Enemy attack, wake up, enemy attack!"

By the time Count Naboi of Xianshidian hurriedly donned his armor and came out, two large formations had already lined up on the outskirts of the town.

The trousers around their ankles were soaked with dew, and these guards and sergeants from Xianshidian were covered in sweat, their bulging cheeks clearly showing they were clenching their teeth.

Count Naboi's expression improved a little: "How many people does the enemy have?"

"They seem to be lightly equipped, about four or five thousand people, with nearly a thousand cavalry."

Naboi immediately uttered seven or eight Leia curses in a row: "You just watched and didn't know to attack?"

"Aren't we waiting for your tower shield guards?" The knight whispered in defense, "According to Lord Raful, it's not worth it to withstand the Devil's Wind head-on."

Although Count Naboi was seeing the so-called spring-powered rifle for the first time, he could see that its power was indeed considerable.

The spring-powered rifle could penetrate 4-6 mm of plate armor or 2-3 mm of white crystal steel. Could it penetrate the 12 mm tower shield?

"Call the tower shield guards forward."

Hundreds of strong men in robes and chainmail walked out from behind the embankment, raising large shields made entirely of layered wrought iron, with excellent toughness.

Gleaming with the light of the Weightless Strength divine spell, hundreds of tower shield guards walked at the forefront of the formation.

The fine iron, mixed with mithril, was like a silver-white wall, and lead bullets burst into sparks as they hit the surface.

The faces of the previously worried guards showed a look of surprise for the first time.

The tower shield guard was originally intended as an anti-knight infantry, but it had a huge problem: it was too slow and could not defend against thrown arrows.

But for the directly fired spring-powered rifle, it was an extremely effective response.

"Indeed, just as my old friend Raful said." Naboi looked at the advancing formation, a smile hard to hide on his face, "Their Holy Wind can only blow straight!"

Behind Naboi, the old baron and the knights could not hide their worries.

The weapon that had just bombarded the church had not yet appeared.

Just as they were thinking this, there was a burst of exclamations from the other side of the battlefield.

The riflemen on the opposite side slowly retreated, and black pipes were pushed to the front row by two-wheeled carts.

The vaguely visible Moria raised her knight's sword high, then swung it down violently.

"It's the shooting star from before!"

With a sharp whistle, dozens of round things fell from the sky.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock—"

Before the soldiers could react to what the ticking sound was, an invisible shock wave swept around.

They didn't hear the last "tick-tock" before clutching their ears or heads and falling straight to the ground.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong with you?"

"It's magic again, cover your ears quickly!"

"May our Lord walk in the heavens…"

The clockwork bomb was just the simplest. After the 3-pound falconet fired the clockwork bomb, the 6-pound sandpiper cannon unleashed its power.

Since the shield cart's upside-down hook, these artillerymen had been diligently studying the art of ricochet.

Later, an artillery captain accidentally discovered that by installing the spring chamber of a 6-pound cannon on a 3-pound cannon, and with a relatively hard surface, a ricochet could be successfully achieved.

"Fire!" Moria raised her knight's sword again and swung it down.

So the many accompanying nobles saw four 6-pound cannons roar at the same time.

Under the tremendous force, a tower shield guard was sent flying, not to mention the path of flesh and blood formed by the ricochet.

"Cavalry, charge!" Moria pointed to the huge gap in the enemy formation and ordered grimly.

Lannes and the others immediately rushed out of the military formation, waving their sabers and heading towards the gap.

Almost at the same time, 2,000 infantrymen put down their spears and quickly approached the enemy formation.

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This tactic, simply put, is riflemen advancing, cannons bombarding, cavalry charging after the cannons bombard, and infantry pressing forward after the cavalry charge.

Using holy rifles to slow down the enemy's speed, and then using spring-powered cannons to bombard the formation, causing chaos or blasting out gaps.

Then, using armored cavalry or heavy-armored spear cavalry to charge into the gaps, and then using the gaps and chaos as the main attack direction, allowing the infantry to launch an attack.

Moria's small combo had basically made it impossible for the Gravel Plain army to fight.

No wonder Duke Wing Nest had a tendency to flee; they couldn't break the move no matter how they fought.

Hoon had verified this tactic in the Battle of Black Serpent Bay, except that cavalry could not be used there.

Although the Battle of Gravel Plain was lost, the vast plains of Gravel Plain provided Moria and others with a perfect testing ground.

After frequent military exchanges between the two sides, the running-in period between the spring-powered cannons and the Thousand River Valley army had ended, and they had officially entered the combat sequence.

As for the nobles whose thinking was still stuck in the Battle of Windmill Land, everything in front of them seemed like a miracle.

No cavalry clashes, no large formation battles, no arrows falling like rain.

Just riflemen advancing, dozens of large black pipes firing at the same time, and then the enemy formation inexplicably developed a gap.

Then you could see hundreds of heavy-armored cavalrymen rushing into the gap, and a good formation collapsed like that.

You don't have to think about what happens next. As soon as the infantry formation presses forward, the army composed of Xianshidian vassals will completely collapse.

"What on earth is going on?" A young mountain noble kept rubbing his eyes, afraid he was seeing things wrong.

The previously obese noble even muttered: "Is this, is this even considered fighting?"

"No wonder, no wonder Her Majesty Moria always says that we can't fall out with the Grand Patriarch. It turns out it's because of this."

These mountain nobles exchanged glances, and each saw incomprehension and absurdity in the other's eyes.

The mountain copper spring-powered rifle was absurd enough, but now another spring-powered cannon had emerged.

It's okay now, but if the spring-powered cannon can be mounted on horseback and run around in the future, will transcendent knights still need to exist?

"Da-da-da—"

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, the mountain nobles, who were still lost in thought, turned their heads one after another.

The horses' hooves stepped on the yellowing grass leaves, and the wet dew dampened the fine hairs on the horses' legs.

Moria, dressed in simple leather armor, had a matte dark light on her iron face.

Although seriously injured, Moria, who insisted on riding her horse, walked in front of the mountain nobles watching the battle.

"Everyone here has mostly lived and worked in the mainland and has never seen my Thousand River Valley's military weapon—the spring-powered cannon." Moria grinned, "What do you think of it today?"

"It can be said to be quite spectacular." An old bald noble walked out of the crowd, "With this weapon, the Leia people are like gadflies in your palm, just waiting for you to slap them."

Moria laughed loudly: "You always think that the Leia are like gods, and our army is as humble as ants.

But the truth is, you have also seen that the gap between us is not that big.

Otherwise, why would he first make trouble in Gravel Plain in the north, and then send spies to lurk?

It's better to be generous and straightforward, and show your cards. Wouldn't that be more like a king's demeanor?"