Chapter 165 Moving here, moving there, where can the poor find a living? [2k SD Remastered Edition]
“You brought 135 knights, that’s 135 knights.”
In the city hall, Bamanda’s unladylike voice spoke in the city hall echoed in the meeting hall of the hall.
Looking at the 13 knights in front of him in disbelief, Bamanda no longer had the aristocratic demeanor before: "In the Blood Winter Riot, we only dispatched 900 extraordinary knights and defeated 100,000 farmers! You are facing only 10,000 people! Can 135 knights be no match for them?"
The knights looked at each other, and one of the old knights stepped forward: "My beloved Duchess, they don't know how to use it. Somehow the bridge was broken, and seventy of our knights fell into the river.”
In the Fort Joan Canal, in order to facilitate the passage of ships, long bridges are suspended with thick iron cables between two piers.
The iron rope is slightly thinner than an adult's thigh, and there are more than one. Who would have thought that someone could break the iron rope in a short time.
But in fact, this method was actually proposed by Jeanna. Both "Knight Sifal" and Danji's notes told her that the knight would instinctively rush forward after drinking the potion.
Not only are potions time-limited, but most of these potions have stimulant effects.
In the history of various countries within the empire, the reckless charges of knights have been the biggest problem for commanders.
Next to the old knight, the young knight added: "Our knights wear heavy armor and are not as agile as those trackers and fishermen in the water. They are harassed repeatedly by them and stab us with harpoons and daggers.
Even if we can Wearing heavy armor and coming ashore, the witch will still use lightning to bombard us. Many powerful knights were electrocuted to death."
As if singing a double act, before Bamanda could speak, another knight spoke again. Said: "Their methods were extremely cruel. The surrendered knights did not receive any preferential treatment worthy of their honor.
After taking off their armor, they actually allowed the mob to beat and insult our knights. Seven or eight knights were even killed. Beaten to death."
"In this case, you should have only lost 100 knights. Where are the other 22 knights?"
"Some tried to attack the mob and join friendly forces, but were beaten to death by lightning sticks, and some...suddenly disappeared...ahem..."
The old knight's words did not make it clear, the knight who disappeared mysteriously Ten times the number of people were killed by lightning sticks.
The moonlight shone on the side of her face, and the makeup on Bamanda's face was scratched by the cold sweat. At this time, she no longer cared about her aristocratic style.
After walking around the room several times, Bamanda sat back at the table and said calmly: "It's okay, my dear husband there are 35 knights. Including you, we have nearly five Ten knights.
We have mercenaries and 1,200 night guards. Those mobs also suffered heavy casualties. As long as my dear attacks, everything will be fine."
The old knight took a deep breath and glanced at the young knight beside him: "Madam, the Duke, the Duke said he did not have enough troops, and he was rushing towards the castle..."
" You, you say it again, you mean, he gave up the defense line on Citizen Road!"
Suddenly stood up from the chair, Bamanda's chest heaved violently and even broke the buttons on his chest. Completely giving up the previous aristocratic form.
After receiving a positive answer, she fell silent.
Looking at the table in front of him, Bamanda felt like the world was spinning. How could this be possible? How is it possible?
There were only ten thousand peasants, and one hundred extraordinary knights were enough to disperse and suppress them, not to mention they had more than two thousand infantry!
If you set up a second line of defense on the wide road of Citizen Road and block them, you will not necessarily lose. Even if you lose, there will still be a third line of defense in the form of the castle.
Why retreat directly to the third line of defense?
"Ah——" she screamed, using the feather fan in her hand to sweep all the vases and documents on the table to the ground, "Stupid! Cowardly! Pig! Idiot! Low intelligence! No spirituality ! No brains! You’re a fool to respond like this!”
The vases, dishes and other decorations on the table were swept to the ground and smashed to pieces. Bamanda’s hair exploded, her veil lifted, and she was holding the table. Panting.
"Where are the secret troops outside the city? Let them come here quickly." Zanderbek held Bamanda's shoulders, his heart beating so fast that it jumped out of his throat.
The old knight stepped forward and whispered: "The Secret Army has been unable to make ends meet all year round. Three years ago, the Duke sold them to Catherine of Rapid City in the name of optimizing finances.
The one hundred infantrymen outside the city are just to scare them, and they can't do anything at all. Our real secret army is the 3,700 soldiers led by Bishop Barnifus, and the 8,200 knights and knights led by Prince Condé. Soldier."
"How long until they arrive?"
"Probably, two or three days"
Zanderbek's throat was so dry that he couldn't even swallow his saliva. He was the leader in collecting taxes.
According to the rumors among the refugees, it was he who asked the Duke to order the blockade of the water and land checkpoints, locking the refugees near Fort Joan of Arc.
Others may be able to escape, but he himself knows best what he has done.
"What should we do? What should we do?"
Looking at Zanderbek who fell to the ground, Bamanda suddenly woke up: "The mercenaries also fled. Where is that idiot Darnay now?"
"Most of the mercenaries have fled, and the mob is coming from all directions. The Duke said, please leave as soon as possible..."
"Then what are we still doing here?" Bamanda, who calmed down, immediately walked around. He passed the table, yelled at them, and ran towards the door, "You should have said this first as soon as you came in!"
But the knights remained motionless, looking embarrassed, as if Didn't hear anything in general. "What's wrong? Let's go!" Walking to the door and holding the door handle, Bamanda turned to look at the knights behind her, with a bad feeling in her heart.
"Madam, to be honest, we have been surrounded." The old knight opened the window of the city hall awkwardly. The moon had set to the west, but this still could not stop the surroundings of the city hall. Tide of fire.
The banging sound of clockwork muskets came from far to near. Without the restraint of the knights, the holy musketeers hid behind the spearmen and wantonly made gaps in the mercenary array.
When the extraordinary knights fled, the morale of the mercenaries hit rock bottom.
The extraordinary knights have run away, what else are they fighting for?
The well-equipped mercenaries retreated hastily, being squeezed inward by the ragged refugees pouring in from all directions.
No matter how much the leader and captain shouted, they still failed to adjust the direction of their charge - behind the others.
"Hand over your weapons!"
"Kneel down and don't kill!"
In the square in front of the city hall, countless farmers with black cloth tied on their heads or on their arms were chanting.
The black sea of people was accompanied by furious roars.
Countless heads, countless queues, and footsteps can shake off the dust on the eaves.
Spears were jabbing through the crowd, and the black and red flags representing salvation were fluttering in the wind carried by torches.
Carrying the flag of salvation, Armand climbed up the wall of a monastery with difficulty and planted the flag on it.
"The Duke is at the Town Hall!" he shouted, pointing at the Town Hall.
The moonlight was dyed blood red by the torches, and the mercenaries kept falling in the storm of iron sand, wailing in the pool of blood.
On the original stone, blood continued to flow along the gaps until it gradually solidified and turned black.
At this time, the outermost edge of the mercenaries was only the last thirty yards away from the city hall gate.
When she realized this, Bamanda almost fainted.
A crash like exploding beans came from the window, frightening the knights so much that they shrank their heads to avoid it.
It wasn't until they realized that the devil's weapon had only hit the window that these elite knights, who were either attendants or square flags, each raised their heads and stood up.
"Secret passage, let's call this side of the secret passage the castle. Eat at the city hall, eat outside!" Seeing the Farmers' Salvation Army arrive, Bamanda, who shouted that he had sacrificed 50,000 farmers, could not even speak. The old knight asked stammeringly.
The old knight did not speak, but looked at Bamanda awkwardly: "Dear Madam, I don't mean any disrespect to you, but I'm sorry, in order to pass on the information about these terrible devils... forgive me for being rude!" < br>
“What are you doing? I’m here to command! Let me go!”
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The goshawk on the top of the castle opened its eyes. Some curiously poked its head out, and the fire burned in its clear eagle eyes.
The entire streets and alleys of Fort Joan of Arc were filled with the rich smell of burning rosin.
The giant snake formed by the torch is slowly swarming from all directions towards the Duke's Castle in the center of Castle Joan of Arc.
In front of these ragged refugees, the well-equipped mercenaries retreated step by step.
Under Hunter's salvation flag, Horn was followed by Jeshka and Madeleine, and after that, there were soldiers wearing black cloaks.
Amidst the orderly footsteps in the chaos, countless refugees advanced towards the castle and city hall.
And in their mouths, they were singing songs that the citizens had never heard before.
"Move here, move there, where can the poor find a living."
"Hungry and cold, like donkeys and mules, there is nowhere to hide unless you kill the demon!"
"Which one is the devil? ? Which one is the monster? "
"The knight is the devil!"
"Sword in hand, follow me and kill all the monsters without looking back!"
In everyone's sight, the spire on top of the Duke's castle came into view.
(End of this chapter)