From morning to afternoon, Horn, who occupied an advantageous position and made full preparations, could clearly feel the power gap between the two sides shrinking.

If this attrition continues, the Imperial Knights will have no choice but to intervene.

The sound of hooves thundered as another team of knights broke out from Bo Ao Lie's army, charging towards Horn's position.

The soldiers on the left wing immediately prepared themselves, picking up their holy guns, and the dark muzzles waited calmly.

But unexpectedly, that team of cavalry made a circle and plunged headlong into the toxic smoke.

Having lost their target, the holy gunmen turned their heads bewilderedly, watching the knights traverse through the toxic smoke.

Hooves alternated, backs arched, and the wind stirred by the charging team of knights drilled through the toxic smoke like a large hole.

In the shrubs along the road, there were spider webs, which the knights skillfully jumped over with their adept horse-riding skills.

"Not good!" Victor instantly realized, "The Imperial Knights have taken action!"

Fifteen lance-carrying teams, Bo Ao Lie dispatched fifteen lance-carrying teams at once.

It's not that he didn't want to send more, but the battlefield is narrow, and the space to break through the Salvation Army's position to reach the rear is just so limited.

"First Saint Gun Master, turn left and shoot! Turn left and shoot!" Watching the direction of the lance-carrying team, Victor seemed to have realized something, his face drastically changed.

The bullets chased after the knights' backs, but only the last three to five squire knights fell off their horses from the rear.

The Black Hat Army's Second Corps on the second defensive line simultaneously realized the intention of the lance-carrying team; they hurriedly turned left but still only managed to knock down five or six knights.

Under the obstructions of spider webs, toxic smoke, and earth embankments, about six lance-carrying teams were left behind, forced to engage with the Salvation Army.

The remaining nine lance-carrying teams maneuvered past the side of the second defensive line, quickly towards Horn's position.

"What's going on?" Observing the battlefield from atop a carriage, Horn suddenly noticed the commotion on the front line.

Hakuto rode swiftly from the front: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, a group of knights, likely Imperial Knights, are coming towards you."

"Where are they?" Jumping off the carriage, Horn urgently inquired, answered by the sound of the outer layer of the wagon fort collapsing.

"Mad, don't move the gun team, stay on the second defensive line!" Putting on his helmet, Horn rushed towards the source of the sound in a hurry.

At the same moment Horn ran over, near the collapsed wagon, several fallen Extraordinary Knights stood up, supporting their helmets.

Beneath them were the Defensive Army members either crushed to death or rammed dead by them.

Dust mixed with blood and wood chips clung to the young faces of the Defensive Army, never to wake again.

"Hahaha, the impure are truly fragile!"

"Kill! The demon is just ahead!"

Drawing their longswords, the Extraordinary Knights laughed heartily, and in the screams of the Defensive Army, began slaughtering wantonly.

Too fast, too fast, even Horn did not anticipate that this group of knights could reach the very back so quickly.

Fortunately, Horn had set up two layers of wagon fortifications in advance; currently, these nine lance-carrying teams only broke through the first layer, while the second layer was weighted, making it even more solid.

The leading officer noticed this little issue.

"Stop killing, they're all minor characters!" Seeing the fast-gathering War Monks, the officer pulled out a lance, "Follow me, there's another layer of the wagon fort."

Under the officer's call, the knights of the lance-carrying team gathered again, while the fallen knights cleared the battlefield around.

"Focus on my banner, charge!"

Under the officer's lead, the Square Banner Knights charged at the forefront, while the Imperial Knights lagged behind.

Unlike most ordinary extraordinary knights, the full-time cavalry in the Imperial Knights had time to practice formation, controlling who took the lead and who followed.

According to Jeska, if out of a hundred ordinary extraordinary knights there are twenty brave ones, then out of a hundred Imperial Knights, there are ninety brave ones.

This is not because the Imperial Knights are unafraid of death; ordinary extraordinary knights fear falling to death from their horses or being besieged to death.

For extraordinary knights at the Imperial Knight's level, the chances of falling to death or being surrounded are slim, so naturally, they dare to charge.

Lances pointed forward in rows, the muscles of the warhorses tensed, emitting bursts of neighing.

Hooves splashed into the moist soil, and the dim light seemed to drape a gloomy shadow over these formidable knights.

"Lower your bodies!" the officer shouted.

The bullets whizzed past, and one even grazed the officer's helmet, sparking a trail of sparks.

But they were charging in a column, with a small attack surface, hitting only two or three Knights.

At a distance of fifty meters, they were much faster than ordinary Extraordinary Knights, and the Holy Gunmen of the First Imperial Guard Corps couldn't even fire a second shot.

Of course, they wouldn't crash straight into the thick walls of the carriage, but they charged at the junction between the two linked war chariots.

At the junction between the chariots, the elite Full-Armor War Monks of the First Imperial Guard Corps, lined up behind sandbag mounds, angled their lances towards the charging Knights.

"Hold steady! Hold steady!" The front row of five Full-Armored Lance Soldiers and the back row of five Long Spearmen formed two columns, blocking the gap.

The sound of hooves grew clearer, a row of cavalry lances gleamed with a silver sheen, speeding towards the forehead.

In the first second of contact, two soldiers from the front row were thrown two meters away, blood flowed from the helmet to the neck.

The first incoming Square Banner Knight significantly slowed down from the recoil force, while a low-rank Extraordinary Long Spearman immediately extended his long spear, hooking it into the junction of the Knight's chest and neck.

"Get down!" The Long Spearman shouted in anger.

The Square Banner Knight didn't come down.

Because crossing the ground littered with corpses and severely wounded, the Imperial Knight's Longsword swept across the Long Spearman's neck at the last moment.

The head flew off the neck, rolling far on the ground, blood gushing from the neck, the headless corpse stood for a long time before collapsing heavily.

"Hahaha, they've come in, they've come in." Except for two or three caught in the fray, all the cavalry squads flooded into the rear camp.

Thirteen Imperial Knights, five Square Banner Knights, and five Squire Knights, their attire stained blood red.

In the end, only finding that Demon Horn before he escaped mattered.

Then they saw two strange objects facing them.

These were thick cylinders wrapped in leather, secured with iron hoops on the outside, about a meter long.

The tail end had a large iron box attached, half-exposed gears showed outside, each box was fitted with a crank-like spring key.

What is this?

Never mind, the deputy discarded the broken cavalry lance, drew his Knight's Sword and pointed at Horn: "Charge."

"I was going to save this for the end." Horn muttered, his face pale, his body somewhat unstable.

Even with Horn's vast mana, supplying both Spring Leather Cannons' holy power was still too draining.

Taking a deep breath, stabilizing his body, Horn looked at the charging Knights and pulled out the spring keys from both leather cannons.

"Go to hell, demons!"

"Buzz——"

The world seemed to go silent for a second.

The nearby War Monks and Defensive Army felt a ringing in their ears and struggled to breathe, and then they witnessed a sight never to be forgotten.

The 80 millimeter diameter leather cannon roared thunderously, shrapnel, lead shots, and stone bullets burst forth.

Two Spring Leather Cannons intersected, in the twenty-meter cross-sectional fan area, the sweet bloody scent dispersed explosively.

The leading few Imperial Knights seemed struck by a huge hammer, flying from their saddles, heavily crashing to the ground, dense holes covering their bodies.

And these were fully-armored Imperial Knights, the Square Banner Knights and Squire Knights behind fared even worse.

Armored arms flew, half a skull shot through the air, some had even lost half their waist.

After the storm, amidst the dying groans of warhorses, only four or five fleeing Knights' silhouettes remained visible, none could stand among those left on the field.

Three of the thirteen Imperial Knights died instantly, two of the remaining ten fled, the rest writhed in agony, unintelligible screams on the ground.

Taking a step, Horn's vision blurred, nearly stumbled, he applied a waking salve under his nose, feeling somewhat better.

Originally, he planned to save the leather cannon for last, to give the charging Bo Ao Lie and them a greeting, never thought he'd have to use it early.

While commanding the Defensive Army to clean up the battlefield, he sent someone ahead to report safety, and Horn heard the drip-drip sounds on his helmet.

Looking up, the hesitant spring rain that had held off all morning was finally falling in the afternoon.

Before Horn could lower his head, a voice came from behind: "Your Majesty, Bo Ao Lie launched the full attack, all Knights and infantry are charging."

"Boom——"

A distant thunder rumbled in the sky.

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