Chapter 270 Gua! Yes, when did it come? !
Among the waves composed of turquoise hills, country knights wearing yellow-green woolen tights were like a school of dizzy Latin fish, blindly swimming back and forth around the fortress composed of chariots.
On the grassland by the river, Hussite-type chariots with thickened wooden boards were connected end to end. Farmers who were migrating with the army stood inside the chariots.
Rudillo reluctantly poked his head out from the array of spearmen and looked at the Ibe country knights who were spinning back and forth looking for flaws.
Caught between two extraordinary spearmen, Rudillo angrily straightened his brimmed helmet, which was enlarged by his head.
"This shit helmet must be changed for him tomorrow!"
Looking around in the sparse woods and shrubs, he could hear the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground.
“Over there, over there.” Jourdan, who was lying on the branches of a big tree with the best eyes, pointed in one direction and shouted.
Pushing away the strong man beside him, Rudillo got rid of the situation of being a man.
He held the edge of the carriage, turned over nimbly, jumped into the carriage, and squeezed to the front line of the holy gunners.
A total of more than thirty extraordinary knights and retinue knights appeared in the field of vision. They formed a long line and rushed towards each other like a zigzag.
“I don’t have a long memory!” Licking his yellowed teeth excitedly, Rudillo raised the feather gun in his hand, “Second Division Holy Gunslinger, aim!”
Black hole The holy blunderbuss stretched out from the shooting hole of the chariot, and the knights swallowed in unison.
“Let go!”
Amidst the praises of the holy wind, the holy gunmen in the carriage turned and alternated, placing the holy cannons on the triangular shooting holes and firing them in turn.
The lead swished past, and the knights suddenly lowered their usually high heads and charged tremblingly.
They could no longer assume a charging formation with their heads high and their chests held high. They could only lie obscenely on the back of the horse, shrinking their bodies to the minimum.
They buried their heads in the horse's mane and kept calling out the names of various angels, hoping that they would come to help them.
The dog knight has a lot of imagination in order to survive.
It’s just that the holy wind is blown by the Holy Father, how can the angels resist it?
The black projectiles hit the chain armor of the knights, and with a crisp crackling sound, the broken iron rings and thick blood splashed all over the floor.
Tumbled off their horses, several knights were curled up in the mud in pain, unable to stand up, and could only let out heart-piercing howls.
"Retreat, retreat!"
Four or five corpses were left behind. As the extraordinary knights shouted in terror, the remaining people turned a corner in front of the chariot and fort, whirling around. go.
Holding the edge of the truck with one hand, Rudillo jumped down and waved to the uneasy villagers and skirmishers: "Don't worry, everyone, we fought them off again, wait for the breastplate When the Holy Cavalry arrives, they can't run away."
Although we need to face the enemy head-on, it doesn't mean we have to charge straight at them.
Friends who often fight will know that insufficient foreplay will make the advance difficult. The enemy must be fully mobilized in order to advance smoothly.
Horn's previous pre-war meeting only unified ideas.
The right time, the right place, and the right people are in the right place. Currently, only the people and people are involved. As far as the current strength comparison between the two sides is concerned, there is still a gap.
This gap needs to be smoothed through various tactical means.
Starting on the 28th, Horn began to gradually withdraw the villagers and skirmishers between Ashheard and Fort Joan of Arc to the rear of Ashheard.
This move naturally attracted the attention of Fort Joan of Arc, and the Ibe knights attacked repeatedly in an attempt to intercept the retreating farmers.
During this period, they also launched a tentative attack on Ashheard Town, but except for leaving behind a dozen corpses that were electrocuted by Jeanna, they gained nothing.
In this war situation, the car-fort tactic "invented" by Horn played a great role.
Perhaps the car-fort tactic cannot take the initiative to attack and deal with high-level extraordinary knights, but it is still quite effective in dealing with these low-level extraordinary knights.
The situation of the battle is often as follows: the knights arrive, the knights charge, but the knights are unable to rush to the castle, and are disrupted by the muskets, forcing them to turn around and leave.
Like today, even if Horn and the others moved away farmers near Fort Joan of Arc, these Ibe knights had nothing to do.
If these extraordinary knights leave any longer, they will be entangled by the approaching cuirassiers, and then surrounded by other legions, becoming one of the knight corpses that are passed around.
Another famous scene outside the Castle of Joan of Arc is the corpses of dozens of naked knights tied to dozens of crosses.
Every day, local farmers come here to hit these knights with stones and slingshots.
Especially between the knights' legs, the length was even reduced to a negative number.
The corpses of these knights rotted and were smashed within a few days, so they had to be updated continuously.
Putting his feather gun on the ground, Rudillo built an arbor with his hands and asked Jourdan who was lying on the branch: "Retreat?"
"Retreat! "Standing up on the thick branches, Jourdan, as the division captain, excitedly waved to Rudillo below.
“Be careful.” A hand suddenly stretched out from the side and suddenly pulled the collar of Jourdan’s neck back.
With their bodies unbalanced, the two of them rolled down from the tree together, hitting the ground heavily, sending up a circle of smoke and dust.
A chicken-feather arrow was flying past where Jourdan was just now and stuck in the tree.
"Thank you." Jourdain stood up and took Laurent's arm to pull him up. Now Laurent has become a member of the Skitarii. Holding his bleeding nose, Laurent said bitterly: "How can these devils shoot their arrows so far?"
"That's a balsa wood arrow." He straightened the brass Wearing a colorful brimmed helmet, Rudillo pulled out the wooden arrow from the tree, "Hey, they also wrote us a letter."
After opening the letter, Rudillo frowned and read it for a long time. He used his only knowledge to make paper and recited in a low voice: "I, Prince Condai, beat money."
"That's how it is said. "
"I'm not a monk from the Holy Fathers, and I can't read this thing." Rudillo put the letter into his arms and walked towards the center of the car camp. "Lao Ma. Lou, Lao Marlou! Brother Lao Marlou, where are you?”
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Huilu Town.
The sky has been gloomy all day, but it hasn't rained yet.
In the faint pale skylight, the officers of the Salvation Army sat together with Horn and members of the Order of the Holy Father, listening to the gold medal chanter reading the letter from Prince Condai.
“As Prince Condé, a descendant of the Plantagenet dynasty, a brother of the Knights of the Sanctuary, an extraordinary knight who has never failed, a staunch guardian of Myrcella’s tomb, a staunch believer chosen by the Holy Father, The hope and comfort of the faithful.
—I command you, the Salvation Army of Fort Joan, to surrender to me voluntarily and without resistance."
After reading this letter, Horne. I don't feel anything at all, I even think it's a bit ridiculous.
What can't be obtained on the battlefield, can you get it with a piece of paper? I don’t know whether to call him arrogant or naive?
Horn turned to Madelan beside him and asked: "Are everything ready?"
"Everything is ready. The villagers who have moved in have nothing to do, so they can help us dig. Soil and clean up the giant spider silk sac."
"What about the location?"
"We have determined a few, but we haven't decided yet."
This is because Horn has not yet decided on the location of the final decisive battle. After all, he is not sure whether he can confuse Boluo.
Allowing the Salvation Army to use car and fort tactics to relocate farmers was one aspect. He also blocked the roads and specifically attacked Laia merchants, but let the French merchants go.
He didn't know what the relationship between France and Boillou was, and he might be able to create discord between them in this way.
As a result, the efficiency of the French in supporting Boluo is expected to be reduced a lot.
Looking up at the sky, Horn touched the stubble on his chin. He originally wanted to wait for the spring rain to fall before fighting, hoping to maximize Jeanne's power.
It's just that fate is such a coincidence, the spring rain came late.
"Your Majesty."
Horn lowered his head and looked at the officers and priests in front of him.
“How should we respond?”
Reply to what? Horn stood up and walked around the table placed in the temporary training ground several times.
Picking up the paper and pen, he suddenly walked up to the war monks who were resting after training. First, he read the letter of the conviction of Prince Condai, and then asked:
"Everyone, this is Confucius." What do you think I should do in reply to the letter from Prince Dai?”
“Let him eat cake.” Someone shouted from the crowd.
The war monks immediately burst into laughter. Horn smiled, but actually copied this sentence on the paper.
This time the war monks were stunned. Your Majesty, you really wrote it.
"Is there anything else? Is there anyone else who wants to bring a message to Prince Condai?"
"I'll come, I'll come!"
Seeing that Horn really wrote down these words , after a few seconds of silence, more people immediately raised their hands.
"Prince Condai, you eat the devil's shit." Jonard suddenly stood up and said boldly.
"Then he said, 'After you finish eating, your army will eat your shit'... Hahaha." At this point, another war monk couldn't help but laugh.
"Hahahahaha——" Coleman was so happy that he rolled off his chair.
Inspiration came, and Monser said: "I know, brother Armand, if you write like this, you will say, 'Prince Condé, you must be a singer!'"
"This Okay, this is good." Victor quickly applauded in agreement.
"I have one more..."
"Let me also say, I will..."
Gathered around the table, the war monks said something to each other, racking their brains to turn the dirtiest country slang and curse words in their memories into steaming words amidst laughter and laughter.
Soon, a response letter unprecedented in the history of the empire was delivered to Montyac by a passing French merchant.
(End of this chapter)