Chapter 762 You are as ridiculous as your bunker
The scout in the distance was obviously a veteran, and he skillfully used feints to mislead the direction of the enemy's arrows. By the time Galahad calmly set up the machine gun, the scout had already run a long way away.
Only then did he have time to look back.
The scout saw Galahad fiddling with something in his hand. It was a bit far away, so he couldn't see clearly, but he thought it was some kind of long-range weapon.
As for the bow and arrow, there is no threat at this distance. The arrow will take several seconds to fly over, which is enough time for him to see and dodge.
In theory, a musket could reach this point, but in reality, it is basically impossible.
Strictly speaking, a musket is a melee weapon. Bullets start flying around beyond fifty meters, and it's almost impossible to hit a target beyond a hundred meters. The scout is now at least two hundred meters away.
The chances of shooting him were about the same as the chances of him tripping and falling to his death.
But the scout still cautiously hid behind a few bricks and stones.
This may have been a nice house before, but it has become a ruin after years of war and is now used as a shelter.
The scout carefully stuck his head out and found that Galahad had already aimed at this side, and the black barrel of the gun began to rotate.
The scout grinned. At this distance, do we really need to open fire?
He drew his head back, leaned against the brick wall, pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
Since I can't hit him anyway, it's a good time to take a break and catch my breath.
He felt his pocket again, but there was no fire.
The scout put down the cigarette angrily and was about to curse when suddenly a beam of light shone down.
Light?
He looked up and found that a hole had appeared on the brick wall above his head. The sunlight shone through it, and the dust it raised turned the light into beams, which was very beautiful.
The next moment, a rain of bullets tore him and his shelter into pieces.
After a long moment, a pair of boots with steel toes collapsed on the ruins.
There is no brick wall here anymore. Under the heavy machine gun fire, it is as fragile as a piece of paper.
The scout was gone, leaving only a pile of reddish dirt mixed in with the rubble, which needed a shovel to dig out.
A lit cigarette burned quietly among the gravel, and then a boot stepped on it, crushed it, and extinguished the fire.
"It's time to move, Your Majesty. The gunfire here will attract the enemy."
Isabella nodded, staring at the enemy in the distance with a serious expression.
"Galahad, what do you think?"
Galahad lifted his boot and wiped the ash off his cigarette on the ground beside him. Then he spoke respectfully, "I believe the Holy See must have received some intelligence from us and, fearing our firepower, chose to withdraw."
Isabella shook her head slowly.
"Galahad, do you know why I came here in person? It's because the Holy See will never retreat out of fear."
"Do you remember the Investigators from the North? That's the style of the Church. If they can't win, they send more people to fight. If the enemy is strong, they build up their own forces to be strong enough."
"If the Holy See discovered that we had stronger firepower and more advanced weapons, they would simply send more people to the battlefield instead of leaving."
"In fact, this is almost the first time I've seen the Holy See actively back down."
Galahad was stunned when he heard this.
Avoiding the enemy's attack is a normal choice on the battlefield, but if you think about it carefully, it does not seem to be the style of the Holy See.
In the north, the [investigators] suffered a great loss, but the Church still stubbornly kept sending extraordinary people over. Grandma got a lot of kills with two dragon breath cannons.
Earlier, when Isabella was still a prince, she achieved some results on the battlefield in Tis despite being outnumbered.
At that time, the Holy See's choice was to immediately send reinforcements to maintain the front line, or at least maintain the balance of power.
The Principality of Tis was also forced to increase its efforts, resulting in a stalemate on the front line. Both sides tried hard to maintain the status quo, but had little strength to attack.
Thinking about it this way, the Vatican's overall contraction does seem a bit strange.
"Ever since I started the formal attack, there have been almost no opportunities for fighting. The Holy See has been retreating all the way and giving up a lot of land. This is not normal." Isabella pursed her lips and lowered her head to think.
"Could it be related to the new Pope?"
It had already spread that Jules was the Pope of the Candlelight Society.
What is interesting is that Jules's approach to many things was completely different from that of the past Vatican.
For example, now the front line is being completely contracted and fighting is being avoided as much as possible, so that the army of the Principality of Tis advances all the way but hardly engages in combat.
For example, when Jules began to promote muskets in the Vatican's army, Isabella was stunned for a long time when she heard that priests on the front line were shooting with muskets.
In the past, she had to fight with the Vatican for a long time when she wanted to build a musket factory. Now that Jules is in power, she has completely changed her mind?
Isabella had a strange idea: if she hadn't faked her own death and escaped, would she be working with Jules to fight Castel?
"Look at their retreat formation, they are in good order and there is no panic at all. This was planned in advance. They did not receive the order to retreat at the last minute, but were preparing to retreat from the beginning!" Isabella took a deep breath.
This Jules is not easy to deal with.
If it were the previous Candlelight Club, relying solely on its strength to crush the enemy, it would be much easier to defeat them.
At least if you know the enemy's countermeasures, it will be easy to target them.
But now Jules
Isabella couldn't figure out what he was trying to do.
Surrender like Archduke Alvarez? Probably not. Such an orderly evacuation must have had some plan.
Isabella narrowed her eyes and suddenly said, "Galahad, organize the cavalry, let's charge together."
"Charge?" Galahad paused in surprise, but then nodded: "I'll arrange it immediately!"
A few minutes later, the cavalry were ready - they were all Isabella's personal guards, and they were ready for battle nearby, even wearing armor.
Isabella put on her armor with the help of her servants and looked back at the knights behind her.
Her personal guards numbered more than seventy people, all in good condition and well-equipped.
Everyone carried a bolt-action rifle, and there was no heavy firepower except Galahad. After all, not everyone could carry a heavy machine gun.
This group of guards can definitely be called elite, but the opposing army has at least a thousand men. If they charge into the enemy line, they will die.
But Galahad neither asked nor questioned, because the person standing before him was Isabella, the Queen who had revived the Saint Mir Empire and led them to victory countless times.
The knights formed up their ranks.
(Thinking about whether to create a reader group)
(End of this chapter)
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