Chapter 234 My Salvation Army is invincible
Standing in the cold wind, the horse sneezed.
In front of the military camp, Miterny and his party hid beside the horses to avoid the cold wind.
At noon, the sky was completely overcast, with only a few faint rays of sunlight that were too thin to be seen, falling on the backs of the horses from the thick gray clouds.
After Armand entered the military camp to report the situation, Andal couldn't hold it in anymore and kept complaining:
"It's just a group of farmers playing house. How many of them do they dare to say that they are the Papal State?"
"Did you listen to what Thomas said? What did he say? The saint's grandson dreamed of asking for help. Serra appointed him as the pope, and actually agreed! "
"I'm really curious, how did they defeat the extraordinary knight? Did they rely on the witch dance performance of the country farmer? "
"They said that the Duke would be defeated. It was not caused by the Salvation Army at all. It was caused by the internal strife between the Duke and the Duchess. I didn't believe it at first, but now I am a little doubtful."
"Your Excellency Mitternich, I have to To put it bluntly, I don’t know why we came to Qiu Mu Island instead of staying at home to celebrate the New Year Festival.”
"Judging from their current performance, they are just a group of ignorant farmers, no different from other peasant rebels..."
Andal's complaints irritated Mitnich's eardrums, and he responded helplessly: " Just say a few words. "
During this trip, Mitne and others came to the Salvation Army. In addition to conducting inspections, the most important thing was to send talents to the Salvation Army.
In Catherine's view, although the Salvation Army is huge, it started in the countryside and there are not many people available.
Among the experienced officers under Catherine, the only one who is not too disgusted with the Salvation Army is Andal.
In the plan, Andal served as a military advisor to help them train the army, and Martial served as a political advisor to help them handle government affairs.
Catherine once promised the two that if they did well, she would appoint them as fief knights or city nobles in the future.
Having heard that the Salvation Army defeated hundreds of knights and beheaded the Duke at Castle Joan of Arc, Andal originally thought that was not too bad.
When I arrived at the scene, I found that the knights were drowned by a witch who broke their chains, the wind-up gun was actually a small crossbow with a loud sound, and the Salvation Army was a grassroots team composed of farmers' nonsense.
If he hadn’t agreed to Catherine, Andal would have wanted to turn around and leave.
"Seriously, I'll go check on their soldiers later. If the soldiers can be saved, then they can be saved. If the soldiers can't..."
Ignoring Andal's nagging, Mitny turned to Sissi Asked: "Do you know who will be coming to pick them up?"
Sissi looked at the Al Barracks in the distance: "Armand said that His Majesty Horne has something to do and cannot come, so there is a high probability that he will not come. It’s the second-in-command of the Salvation Army...”
“Segal?”
“No, it’s the Holy Knight Jeanne Darc”
As soon as he heard the name, Mittern knew that this was the witch in the hands of the Salvation Army.
Their willingness to support the Salvation Army largely stems from the weight of Jeanne, a witch.
The impression of this witch can be basically described according to the keywords extracted by Miterni from Sissi’s narrative: enthusiasm, cheerfulness, chivalry, speaking up, and bravery.
But after what happened before, he had doubts about the amount of beautifying elements in Sissi's narrative.
If you think about it carefully, although she was born as an armed farmer, she was raised by a public farmer. She is most likely an ignorant village girl.
Enthusiastic, cheerful and brave, isn’t this the image of the silly village girl?
As for the spirit of chivalry and speaking out for justice, I can only say that I read chivalry novels.
It fits Miterny’s stereotype of the country fool.
“Ah, they are coming.”
Say Jeanna, and Jeanne arrived. Mitnich straightened his back and looked in the direction of the gate of the military camp.
The fence door slowly opened, and you could see a long black braid swinging.
The female knight in brown and black leather armor skillfully drove the horse, and beside her was Armand who reported in a low voice.
The heroic-looking female knight tilted her head, listening to Armand who was following closely, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. "Sister Sissi!"
The moment she looked up and saw Sissi, Jeanne immediately waved to Sissi with a big smile on her face.
She turned over and dismounted, trotted forward, gave Sissi a big hug, and then began to reminisce with Sissi.
After reminiscing about old times, Sissi dutifully introduced the people present to her one by one.
The two parties communicated and introduced themselves. When it came to the formal occasion, Andal no longer complained as before, and still bowed honestly to save his face.
"Hello, I am Andal Fuller, the military instructor sent by Catherine."
"Andal, it sounds like a woman's name, but it turns out to be a man, haha Haha." Jeanne said carelessly.
Mitnich stepped forward and held Andal's fist with white knuckles: "I wonder where Mr. Horn is now? Do you have time to meet?"
"My brother is holding a Bible debate conference. ." Jeanne patted Mittern on the shoulder, "Let me show you the training of our Salvation Army. Isn't Andal an instructor?"
"Our great. The Pope is too busy managing such a large country." Unconsciously, Andal's breath smelled of gunpowder.
Jean Na glanced at him, but did not refute anything, but waved her hand matter-of-factly: "Let's go, I will take you to see the new army."
The muscles in her cheeks tightened, Andal looked at Mittern with a side face with a "can you believe it" expression.
Frowning, Mitnich narrowed his eyes, shook his head, and signaled Andal not to cause trouble.
Jeanna did not take them to the inside of the military camp, but set off towards the training ground on the other side.
At this time, the sunshine in the sky was blocked by clouds and haze. I don’t know when, it seems that everything has been dyed with a yellow filter.
The horse's hooves clattered, crushing dry grass blades and branches. On the muddy ground that was gradually freezing with the cold, a group of young men wearing various colored patched clothes appeared behind the hillside.
“Look, this is the first-class powerful army of our Papal State, and they are training.”
After this journey, Andal's mind calmed down a little.
Hearing Jeanne's words, he lifted the felt hat on his head and looked at the young men.
After all, this is his future job, and he still has to work hard no matter how unhappy he is.
On the grass, four to five hundred soldiers were busy training. Sometimes they were scurrying around like a ball of headless flies, and sometimes they fell down like a puddle of mud.
But in Andal's view, their queue was simply a random mist.
If the formation and array were already appalling, the spirits were even more like those of beggars and serfs, and even more so with their rags.
If this were a soldier, Andal would eat it directly.
Especially after getting closer, it was to the point where Mitnet couldn't help but turn his head away in disgust.
During the march, the recruits in the back row pressed their chests against the backs of the recruits in the front row, shouted five times and moved forward three meters.
Dozens of soldiers were spinning like a ballet. When the officer shouted "Look to the left," there were more than a dozen people in each team looking at each other, and they didn't think there was anything wrong.
"This, is this training?"
"Yes." Jeanna said seriously, "Our Salvation Army is invincible in the world. It's just the Order Company. We have 4,000 here, and the Kingdom of Leia only has 40. How?
Our Pope Horn is strong, but the current Pope Johnny VIII is old and weak.
When the time comes, our army will directly ask our Saint Sun Mian to go to the battle. The only one the opponent can send out is Johnny VIII. Can an eighteen-year-old be defeated by an eighty-year-old?” ”
"Oh?" After a long silence, Andal's joking voice sounded unabashedly, "Then why not just let the angels descend to earth and kill all the church's troops? Can't your saint-grandson be able to communicate with the Holy Father? ”
(End of this chapter)