Chapter 271 A reply from the Salvation Army of Fort Joan of Arc to Prince Condé


Chapter 271 Reply from the Salvation Army of Fort Joan of Arc to Prince Condé

“Oh Charles, the devil of Condé, the devil’s friend, Lucifer’s own dog...

… The devil shits, you eat your army and then eat it. You beautiful bastard, we are not afraid of your army, why should we join you...

...You builder of Huaqiu City, Changge. There is no one who sells gouzi in the city, who sells goats in the city, or boars on the upper and lower river islands, there is no one that you have not lived with! Go ahead and kiss the dog!"

When Montyac finished reading this long passage in a French aria, the entire hall was silent.

Several attendants stood by the door, still with serious expressions on their faces, but judging from their suppressed red expressions, this must have been a great effort.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tell me about this damn Salvation Army Kukukuku." Montejac's voice sounded at the right time, "Why is Kukuku always leaking secrets..."

"What are you doing?" Berard slammed his fist on the table, stood up, pointed at Montyac's nose and asked.

"What did I do?" Montyac shrugged innocently and said with a smile, "I didn't do anything. I'm very serious. Aren't we discussing Kukuku's matters about the Salvation Army?" ?”

"You've obviously been laughing, you haven't stopped at all!" The blood-red color instantly covered Berard's face.

“I just thought of happy things, can’t I?”

“You!” Berard was still about to speak, but Boioluo next to him suddenly stepped forward and gave a sudden Slap out.

I felt a sudden burning pain in my cheek. When Berard reacted, the black oak table legs were in front of me.

Bioluo slowly withdrew his hand: "Idiot, listen to the sounds around you, do you still want to make a noise?"

Sitting on the cold stone floor, Berard looked around blankly.

Originally, the other attendants and maids could remain calm, but after his quarrel, they covered their mouths with their aprons or buried their mouths in their shoulders and started laughing.

Berard suddenly realized it and lowered his head in shame.

Looking at the letter in Montyac's hand, Boillou felt quite helpless. Like Horn, he did not understand what Prince Condai meant by this move.

Maybe it’s because Prince Condai made his fortune in the Border Knights, so he only needs to go into battle to kill vampires.

But the nobles of the empire have many things to consider. Over the years, Prince Condai still has not adapted and still retains the old straightforward style of the Knights.

“I’m sorry, Your Excellency Boilloux.”

“I cannot apologize to Mr. Montillac without courtesy.”

“I offer you my most sincere apologies, Mr. Montyac," Berard said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, okay, good nephew." Montyac said cheerfully.

Seeing that Berard's face was so red that he was about to bleed, Boillou snapped his fingers: "Berard, take four teams of fifty knights to patrol the wilds and look for traces of those damn short hairs. ”

After Berard left the city hall, Boillou once again took control of the situation.

"This is just a method used by the Salvation Army to anger us. If we really get angry and attack Ashheard Town, this will be the way to get them."

Bioluo glanced at Dingzhen, this is specifically to anger them.

There is a reason why Prince Condé left Boillot in Castle Joan of Arc. There are many people in the Imperial Company who can fight, but there are very few who can plan.

Although Boillot does not have the strength of a titled knight, he is one of the few rational knights in the Order Company.

Argon glanced at Monteiac and said to Boillou: "Your Excellency Boillou, do you mean that we let the Salvation Army stay outside for now?

I'm not urging you. You mean to go out to fight, I just need a definite answer to prepare."

Boillo fell into silence, and after a long time he answered: "It's best to be fully prepared, because short hair is good. But it is difficult to kill Horn with the witch on his side."

"Okay, I understand." Argon nodded, "We will speed up the recruitment and training of the city militia."

After walking out of the city hall and returning to his station, Boillou followed his previous habit and read the military manuals from the Ancient El era while sitting at the table.

Of the books he could read with gusto, he went from day to night without even finishing a page.

Having put down the book helplessly, Boolo had to admit that he was a little impatient. It is an unbreakable principle of the empire that the emperor will humiliate his ministers to death. As the lord, Prince Kong Dai was humiliated, but he did not go to war. The pressure he had to bear was no small matter.

Boillot made a military judgment at the risk of "social death".

If he fails to defeat the Salvation Army in the end, his treatment in aristocratic society will be similar to that of Duke Dardenne.

Bolio still refuses to fight, not because he is afraid of the stinky farmers of the Salvation Army, but because he is afraid of the demon Horn, whose ability to confuse people is comparable to that of the female Pope Joan!

If he were allowed to run away and reach Black Snake Bay, he might cause some trouble.

After drinking two glasses of wine and sleeping all night, when he got up in the morning, Boillou finally felt a little calmer.

He lit the incense, sat at the desk, and tried to read the military book again.

This time, before he could turn two pages, he heard rapid footsteps outside the door.

"Uncle, uncle."

The voice came first before the person arrived. After a distressed sigh, Boolo clamped the bookmark in the page, turned around and saw Berard. Walked through the door in a hurry.

“What happened?”

“I found traces of a large group of Salvation Army troops outside the city.”

"What did you say?" Boillou's breathing became heavy, "How could they come to Joan of Arc?"

Berard said hastily: "It's true, I patrolled last night, I found them. They seemed to want to attack at night, so I drove them away..."

"Idiot!" Boioluo jumped up from his chair, "You should come back and report to me first. Yes, you let them go?”

“Aren’t we ready yet?”

“This is the time, do you know what timing is?”
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Berard quickly defended: "After they discovered us, they confronted us first, and then turned around and left in the morning."

"Do you know where they went?"

"I They sent light cavalry to follow and harass them along the way. They can't move fast."

Bolio felt a little calmer.

He originally thought that the Salvation Army would defend the city and wait for rescue. This was evident from the fact that they only dared to send three or two companies to attack.

Unexpectedly, the entire army dared to take the initiative and attempt a night attack. Fort Joan of Arc was Boillou's home ground.

Instead of playing the simpler city defense battle, I want to play field battle... Are you tired of living and want to commit suicide? Or have you run out of food and fodder?

He couldn't help but wonder what Horn wanted to do.

But he couldn't help but think of the ridiculous level of intelligence he had collected before. Anything could go wrong.

The only person worthy of caution is the demon Horn.

After the news spread, more and more people crowded into the command company's camp.

Even the disheveled Argan arrived and stood at the door. He looked at Boillot intently.

In the eyes of everyone, Boillou hesitated again, but this time he did not hesitate for too long.

Conspiracy is just a conspiracy. Under the suppression of hard power, no matter how sophisticated the conspiracy is, it is just a farce. At most, it will fail to catch Horn.

Nowadays, the shorthairs have exposed their flaws. It would be a pity if the opportunity is missed.

"Assemble the Imperial Company, the Knights of Ibe and the Knights of the Temple, and go to battle!"

(End of this chapter)

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