Even Horn had to admit that Bo Ao Lie had an incredibly sharp judgment for battle opportunities.

The charge of the Imperial Knights bypassing the front lines not only caused the War Monks to worry and fear for Horn's safety, but also led to a certain level of chaos among the command of several legions trying to stop the Imperial Knights.

Bo Ao Lie quickly seized this opportunity.

When the first spring rain fell, Bo Ao Lie happened to drink the last sip of Khan potion.

He drew a symbol on his forehead and prayed, "Father, I thank you!"

When he opened his eyes again, the devotion faded away, leaving only brutality and anger: "Charge, all forces!"

"In the name of the Holy Father, kill!"

"Annihilate these heretics!"

"Fight this battle, and we can go home!"

The Armored Soldiers shouted loudly, boosting the morale of the infantry.

Shaking the reins and sensing the movements of the warhorse beneath him, Bo Ao Lie's heart gradually accelerated.

The icy raindrops fell on the beaked helmet, seeping through the armor's seams into the battle gear.

Misty rain blurred everything like fog, thunder roared in the cloudy sky.

His body moved up and down with the horse, and behind Bo Ao Lie, 85 gun riding units along with 150 Squire Knights re-entered the battlefield.

They split into two groups, from two directions, like the poisonous fangs of a black snake, surrounding the Salvation Army's left and right wings.

Behind them were the remaining 2,000 Night Guards still capable of fighting.

In front of them were the War Monks, panicked due to the rear's ambush.

A distance of three hundred meters flashed by, the cold wind whistled, lifting cold rain drops and hitting the knights' armor with a crisp sound.

The Imperial Knights couldn't distinguish if it was rainwater or lead bullets, as occasionally two or three knights fell in the bloody water.

The black feathered helmet decorations swayed in the wind and rain, with rain flowing down the armor seams like black streams.

Hooves heavily struck the muddy ground, splashing layers of mud, each leap seemingly trampling on the hearts of the War Monks.

They could hear their hearts pounding.

One hundred meters, seventy meters, fifty meters...

Overcoming obstacles and bushes, hooves covered with plenty of cobwebs, though it couldn't hinder the speed of the foremost Imperial Knights.

Nearer, now they could see the iron long wall composed of Holy Guns and Long Spears.

The War Monks' chest armor reflected a dull sheen in the rain, their stern or fearful faces hidden by helmets, revealing only pairs of numb eyes.

A drop of rain slipped off the spear tip, and a water splash rose in the puddle.

"Advance!"

Suddenly, with Bo Ao Lie's angry roar, the horses leapt, and the knights grinned entering the final stage of the charge.

"Shoot in kneeling front-standing rear position!"

The Legion Commander of the Black Hat Fifth Corps, Chuck, emitted a sharp explosive sound.

Gears rotated, the firing lever exploded.

The rain strands in mid-air seemed attracted, as whirlpools of airflow sucked them into the gun barrels.

Bristle claws opened, sparks flew, dozens of lead bullets burst out.

Lead bullets penetrated raindrops, several knights fell, armor clattered against the ground with heavy sound.

The warhorses neighed, riders rolled in the mud, clutching cracked wounds, screaming in agony.

Their companions showed no sign of stopping, hundreds of knights galloped, leaping over the fallen warhorses.

The final ten meters of distance, straightening from a prone position, Bo Ao Lie held the riding spear under his arm: "For Leia's glory!"

"Hide into the long spear formation... No, scatter, everyone scatter!" Legion Commander Chuck shouted dryly.

But it was too late.

Just like a giant hammer striking a rock, the charging Imperial Knights collided thunderously into the Holy Gunman formation.

The immense impact sent Holy Gunmen flying one after another, they soared three to five meters before landing, rolling over two meters before stopping.

Their chest armor shattered into pieces, flesh splattered like mud spots, necks twisted upon landing, spine and ribs piercing through the skin.

"Long Spearmen, turn right, stab diagonally upward!"

The Imperial Knights were too fast, not only Long Spearmen couldn't even hide in the long spear formation, but they themselves couldn't change direction.

The flank was the biggest weakness of the Gallar Array.

"Crash—Crash—"

A V-shaped formation of twenty Imperial Knights rammed directly into the long spear formation.

Refined long spears clashed with the incoming Imperial Knights, spear shafts immediately snapped, wood chips scattered, flying everywhere.

Several Long Spearmen on the right grunted, pushed back by their own spears, they fell heavily on the ground.

Under the force of recoil, the foremost four or five Imperial Knights fell backward from their horses.

But they quickly rose again, wielding Knight's Swords towards nearby Long Spearmen and slaying them.

"Devil's lackeys!"

"Die, heretic!"

The armed swords broke upon contact with the Knight's Swords, as the Imperial Knight kicked the Long Spearman's calf.

The Long Spearman's calf instantly bent backward, dark red flesh exposed to the air.

"Ah—" Clutching his calf, the Long Spearman's scream wasn't finished, silver flashed, and his head fell heavily to the ground.

"Sack? Sack! You, you devils!"

Witnessing his brother's tragic death in the crowd gap, Sack's elder brother's eyes instantly turned red.

"Return, return, form up, military discipline forgotten?!"

Raising his long spear, he charged forward regardless, the commander's attempts to stop him ineffective.

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