Chapter 235 Showing one’s embarrassment!
“Andal!” Pulling Andal’s reins, Mitterny shouted, “This is too rude. Please apologize to Your Excellency Jeanne.”
“Your Excellency Mitigny, I really can’t bear it anymore, I don’t know what the point of this is..."
"What do you mean?" The cold wind blew Jeanna’s long hair, and she stared at Andal blankly. .
"Didn't you ask me to give my opinion? My opinion is that you ask the knights on the opposite side to come out for a duel, and the loser will retreat on his own. Isn't this the case in knight novels?" bleak The reality made Andal completely unable to bear it any longer.
You know, among the forces under Catherine, he is one of the few officers who is not a member of the Black Knights of Karl.
Although Catherine said that everyone should be treated equally, nepotism is not so easy to break through.
He came to Qiumu Island hoping to work together with the leaders of the Salvation Army to defeat the church, establish meritorious deeds and become famous.
But the Salvation Army here gave him too much disappointment.
He thought that the Salvation Army would be different from other peasant rebels, but what happened?
There is no hero to make Sun Sun famous!
Sure enough, farmers are farmers, and ultimately they have to rely on the leadership of knights.
After realizing this, he forced his anger back and said solemnly:
“I’ll say it first, don’t indulge in the battles in knight novels anymore, that’s not true.
You used to learn from knight novels to defeat the Duke. It was just a coincidence and not your own strength at all.
In the next two months, give me 4,000 good guys to train, and maybe we can sustain them until reinforcements arrive. ”
If he wants to listen to this ignorant village girl, Andal would rather speak out from the beginning.
Otherwise, staying here will only waste time, and he must stop the loss in time.
With her eyes widened, Jeanne seemed to be irritated: "Why? How well we practiced. "
"Did you practice well? "Andal pulled Miterny's hand away and drove the horse forward.
"Didn't you practice well? Let me ask you."
"You can't train like this in ten years. You are no match for the Imperial Company." Andal straightened his chest.
Jeanne snorted coldly and looked Andal up and down: "You said it nicely, have you ever defeated the Imperial Company? Who are you?"
" I..." Andal was speechless for a moment, "Just because I can't defeat the Order Knights doesn't mean I can't train you."
"You said before that we can't defeat the Order Knights, so. We can’t train soldiers, so why can you train soldiers when you can’t defeat the Order Knight?”
The temperature on Andal's face rose rapidly. He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't speak.
"Your Excellency Jeanne, Andal is a straight-tempered person. Sometimes he..." With his legs lightly clamped on the horse's belly, Mitnich rode forward and stood helplessly between the two of them.
The worst case scenario he expected happened.
But Sissi, who should have stopped her most, made no move and just stared at Jeanne thoughtfully.
No matter how Mitny tried to persuade them, the two became more and more angry, even attracting the attention of the training soldiers.
"Real results can be seen in actual combat, how about you go out and give it a try?"
Taking a deep breath, Andal gritted his teeth and asked back: "Just give it a try, shall we give it a try?"
"We will send three soldiers, you will send..."
"No need." Andal could no longer bear the annoyance and anger in his heart, and said bluntly, "Three more? I want to fight Ten! Let you see what a real battle is like."
Looking at Andal's flushed face, and then looking at Sissi's calm face, Mitny suddenly pulled Andal. sleeves, beckoning him to step aside to talk.
But Andal threw Mitternich's hand away and raised his chin stubbornly: "How about it? Do you dare?"
"Okay, who doesn't dare?" Jeanne waved towards the distance. After waving, a Salvation Army sergeant trotted over, "I won't take advantage of you. You wear armor and carry a bladeless sword."
"No need."
"You don't want to let me Let's see a real battle? How can we show it without wearing armor?"
Angrily, he got off his horse and took the armor from the stranger's hand almost snatching it. Andal began to check whether the armor was tampered with.
This rude scene made Miterny frown again. He walked towards Jeanne, preparing to apologize for Andal himself, and wanted to stop this diplomatic accident, but Sissi nudged him with her elbow.
Looking at Sissi who looked indifferent, Mitnen felt angry in his heart: "Sissi, why are you just watching?"
"Mitt Nirvana, believe me, Andal is too prejudiced and too proud. It would be good for him to shatter his pride."
"Are you so sure that they will win?"
Pulling Mitternich to sit on the tree stump, Sissi didn't speak, but showed a mysterious smile.
The cold wind blew the vines on the fence swaying from side to side.
Leaning against the fence, Jeanne played with the tail of the braided hair with her left hand, silently looking at Andal who put the neck armor on his shoulders.
The neck armor can cover his throat and collarbone, so even if he is hit, he will not be seriously injured.
If it weren’t for Armand’s report, Jeanne would still have a good impression of this group of people.
It's just that this arrogant and unaware knight is too annoying, otherwise she wouldn't deliberately set up this trap to target Andal.
Of course, if Andal could not be arrogant, then he would not fall into this crude plan at all.
Another "knight", hum!
She turned her head and told Das, who had just arrived at the side: "Let half of the people change the stone bullets, shorten the spring by one turn, and don't aim at key parts."
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I know what I know." Das put on his hood, carried his spear and walked towards the ten selected soldiers.
After everything was dressed, ten soldiers from the Salvation Regiment lined up in two rows, with five people in each row, carrying wind-up guns.
The haze in the sky became thicker and thicker. Jeanne raised her head and looked at the thick black and gray clouds above her head.
The cold wind blew through the woods, leaving only the broken branches swaying on the trunks, and jackdaws circling in the air, making shrill calls.
Besides the chirping, there were crisp crunching sounds.
“Are you all ready?”
Leaning against the fence, Jeanne grinned, showing her smooth white teeth.
"Already prepared." Andal did a sword dance, inserted the long sword into the soil, and placed his hands on the weighted ball behind the sword hilt.
On the other side, Das made a gesture to indicate that preparations were complete.
“At a distance of fifty meters, whoever stands last wins, there are no rules.”
With a kick on the sword, Andal raised the long sword in his hand and placed it on the T-shaped part of his helmet. In the gap, he could see the weapons in the hands of the farmers.
A wooden stick covered with iron, about 1.5 meters tall.
For the branches and stones commonly used by ordinary farmers, this is a huge improvement, but in Andal's view -
"This is still far from it!"
< br>Stepping on the ground, leaving a deep footprint, Andal charged towards them.
Then, Andal saw that the five farmers in the front row couldn't bear the pressure and actually knelt down.
"Are you treating the battlefield as a child's play? What's the use of a few short wooden sticks?"
"Farmers are farmers, knights are knights. You were born to provide resources for warriors!"
" Let me break your illusions and show you what the bloody reality is like!"
While running wildly, Andal was still roaring.
Stepping on the grass covered with white frost, the sunlight in the haze shone on his armor, giving off a dim luster.
Quickly rushing over a distance of twenty meters, Andal could clearly see the expressions on the soldiers' faces that were numb with fear.
Raising the edgeless long sword in his hand high, Andal roared with a ferocious smile: "You're making a fool of yourself!"
"Dang-dang!"
(This chapter End)