Chapter 266: Did Count Enrico fish it out?
Bewitched by the devil, Count Enrico and his group were chased from the night of the 22nd to the noon of the 23rd, and then they barely reached the edge of Gray Hearth.
Perhaps it was because it was close to Ashheard Town that those despicable cavalrymen who were blowing the devil's wind finally stopped pursuing.
After confirming this, Count Enrico immediately announced: "Try harder, let's hold on for a while and get to Ashheard Town."
"Yes."
"Oh."
The answer he received was a feeble and sparse reply. If it had been in the past, Enrico would have been furious and accused the knights of being rude.
It’s just that he is too tired now, so tired that he doesn’t even have the thought of being angry.
They were driven away by those despicable cavalry all night. The cavalry composed of farmers never engaged in direct combat, but just ran out from unexpected places.
At night, they beat gongs and drums and even attacked at night, forcing the knights to stay up all night.
Count Enrico had dark circles under his eyes, his bones were heaving on the horse's back like they were falling apart, and his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke.
At first, their 100 extraordinary knights went to war with an army of thousands of people. Now when they returned, not only were there less than thirty extraordinary knights left, but more than half of the public farmers who accompanied the army disappeared. At present, Only half as many armed peasants could still follow them.
The most important thing is that Bernardo disappeared in a previous attack, which made Enrico uneasy.
Was he really too disappointed and left early? Should we report the real situation to Fort Joan of Arc?
Oh my god, he hasn't figured out how to explain to Lord Boulius yet, has he already figured out how to deal with the old grandmother's excuse?
The early spring sunshine was a bit chilly. Count Enrico was fully dressed, but he couldn't help but feel a chill flowing from his back spine into his brain.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the church tower of Ashheard Town finally appeared in the sight of the fleeing knights.
Count Enrico ordered to stop advancing, rest for fifteen minutes, straighten clothes and perform simple cleaning.
"Send a few attendants and ask the mayor to bring some clean clothes."
He can't walk back with failure like this.
Half-kneeling by the river, Count Enrico was holding water to wash his face, and almost fell into the water out of exhaustion.
Looking down at his embarrassed appearance in the water, Enrico smiled to himself.
He cannot undo past failures, but at the very least, he must ensure that the failure does not turn into a bigger failure.
Anyway, he is a count, and having his grandmother protect him means that the Alco family will protect him. At most, the future and opportunities of the church will be reduced.
After making the final decision, Enrico began to miss Bernardo.
"It would be great if Bernardo was still here. At least I would know how to write a proper statement." Enrico muttered while shaking the water in his hand, lowering his head.
"Sir Enrico!"
A loud shout from far to near startled the distracted Enrico. He looked up blankly, only to see that it was the person he had sent earlier. Go notify the Mayor of Ashheard's messenger.
"Sir Enrico, I, I saw it, I saw it..."
"What did you see? Tell me." A bad feeling came to my heart , Enrico snapped.
The messenger swallowed a sip of saliva: "I saw it. There was a black and red flag on the church tower in Ashheard Town."
The neat footsteps like the magic sound came again, and together with it Yes, there is also the sound of gears turning.
These soldiers sat on the ground, unable to stand up. They were driven like sheep by the cuirassiers all night. Once they sat down, they could no longer stand upright.
Those devils in black appeared from the hillside and the horizon again, aiming the black holes at them.
On the left, right and in front, there are all black sergeants and dense spears, and behind is the river.
They are surrounded here.
Enrico then realized that while Jeanne was chasing them in circles, the Salvation Army had already marched quickly and attacked at night, occupying Ashheard Town before he came back.
Enrico's face instantly turned gray.
Ashehearth Town has been lost, his small defeat turned into a big defeat, he was surrounded here again, and the big defeat turned into a disastrous defeat.
"Lord Count, let's surrender." Arianco leaned his head and whispered in Enrico's ear.
"Surrender?"
Enrico repeated subconsciously.
"Yes." Arianko pointed forward and said, "They are shouting 'put down your arms and don't kill'."
"We are knights, do we want to surrender to farmers and civilians? ?” Enrico pointed at the soldiers in black, “Will they really keep their promise?”
“No, sir, listen carefully, isn’t it Nickel who is shouting? ”
"But we are nobles."
"We are nobles, but we are controlled by the devil. This is a last resort."
It was like meeting Arianko for the first time. Enrico stared at his face, and he responded to Enrico's look with a sneer. "No, no..."
"You mean no?"
"No!" Count Enrico shouted loudly when he realized that he was at a dead end.
Although he is a noble, he has backbone. He will never surrender and will not be a slave of the common people. This is his final bottom line.
"My lord?"
In despair, Enrico threw away his cloak, turned around, and amidst the screams of everyone, he actually jumped into the river behind him!
The water splashed, and the cold river water flooded his ankles, calves, and knees in turn, and the coldness penetrated his skin.
Finally looking at the dark crowd over there, Enrico closed his eyes.
The glory of knights must not be trampled upon!
Goodbye, human world!
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“Did Count Enrico catch it?”
"He climbed up by himself. He said the water was too cold." Handing a statistical sheet to Horn, Armand couldn't help but laugh. "The water in the stream was as deep as his thighs. No matter what, he couldn't drown."
Horn couldn't help but laugh as well. He looked down at the list in his hand, which was a list of loot and seizures.
Similar to the information previously obtained from the local villagers, Gray Hearth Town indeed stores a large amount of armor and weapons.
First of all, there are 523 armed swords. After filling the gap in the armed swords of the holy gunmen, some can also be equipped for the spearmen.
Once again, there are 1,200 brimmed hats and helmets. This is an order placed by the mercenary group Death Group. This time it has completely fallen into Horn's hands.
In the previous battle, those arrows still caused a lot of damage to the Salvation Army. Actually, about twenty people were shot in the head and died.
It’s just that compared to those armed peasant militia armies, the fall and casualties of teammates will not stop the war monks.
With these brimmed helmets, at least half of the people in the entire Salvation Army have helmets that protect against arrows.
What surprised Horn the most was that the church purchased 1,000 sets of infantry-specific breastplates from Norn and actually stocked them in Ashheard Town.
Coupled with the weapons and equipment stripped from armed peasants, infantry and knights, Horn actually has nearly 1,800 sets of high-quality breastplates and 500 sets of various leather armors
After this change of armor, the Salvation Army's armor coverage rate is as high as 52%, and almost all spearmen have a set of armor.
There are countless other kinds of trophies, filling the carriage body.
Sitting in the study on the second floor of the Lord's Hall in Ashheard Town, he looked out the window.
After a day and night of marching and fighting, the war monks were so tired that they lay down on the ground and fell asleep.
When they were so tired, they did not force their way into the house directly. Instead, they extorted some hay and bedding and slept under the eaves.
But even at this time, Horn still saw some war monks carrying money bags and heading towards the tavern and the alley where the wandering warblers were.
Horn knew after all that these Salvation Army soldiers did not have that strong belief.
But at least they will not rob or insult women, whether they are eating or doing that, they will not be in vain.
The Holy Father Society worked hard all winter and only managed to achieve this level, but Horn knew that they tried their best.
There is still a shortage of talents.
"Have all the spoils been turned in?"
"They have been handed over in proportion, and the orderlies and accountants have been counted."
Although it is said that the seizures will be returned to the public, how can the war monks do it? This kind of moral quality and literacy.
This kind of thing should be ignored rather than blocked, so Horn simply let it go.
Horn adopted a strategy of dividing the wealth between knights and knight families on the battlefield.
Although it has to be paid back to the public, 30% of the loot available is kept in the hands of the war monks themselves, 20% is kept in the legion as legion funds, and 50% is turned over to the holy treasury.
I have to say that the Salvation Army has eaten a lot in the past two days.
Horn calculated the loot he received, and after excluding bonds and land deeds, it amounted to almost 3,000 gold pounds.
There are only a few monasteries and manors. These nobles and priests in the ditch are really rich.
But all this money belongs to the Holy Father, why should they take it?
Only when it is in the hands of Horn, the orthodox heir of the Holy Father, can it be considered returned to its original owner!
“After the Third Legion of the Black Hats and the Second Legion of the Guards have rested and recuperated, they each led their troops to clear out the monasteries and manors.
Let the nearby war monks from Fort Joan of Arc go out , show the knight armor we captured to people in various villages
Tell them not to worry, tell them that we are here as promised. ”
(End of this chapter)