Chapter 272: Walking on flat ground!
“They didn’t just stay in Ashheard Town, why did they come near Castle Joan of Arc?”
Hearing the news brought by the servant, Monteiac, who was wearing silk pajamas, He was so shocked that he jumped out of bed.
Isn’t this courting death? What on earth is the commander thinking?
He has obviously informed Horn of the specific situation of the Order Company. Anyone with a brain should know that they are no match for the Order Company at all.
The best choice would be to stick to Ashheard Town, wait for the arrival of the North Knights, and slowly consume the strength of the Order Knights.
"Your Excellency, what should we do now?"
Montillac took off his silk pajamas and discarded them on the ground casually.
Pulling out a relatively clean linen shirt from the chaotic pile of clothes, he put it on and said: "Leave 100 people to garrison Fort Joan of Arc, and the remaining 250 people will all come with me."
Under the gloomy sky, a mixed team of 3,000 people on foot and on horseback walked quickly on the dirt road.
The flag at the front was held by the two flag bearers following Boillou.
When Montyac appeared on the left side of the team with 250 King's Knights, Berard immediately noticed it.
He did not act rashly, but came to Boillou's side: "Captain, Mr. Monteiac is here."
Bolio had noticed it long ago, and he turned the horse's head , came to the position directly opposite Montyac: "Your Excellency Monteyak, why are you out of the city?"
"Didn't the Archbishop say that? This short hair must be suppressed, otherwise it will not work!" Monteiac Yak didn't wear a helmet, letting his greasy brown hair hang behind his ears, "I'm here to help."
"You'd better really be here to help." Boolue snorted and returned to the team directly.
Instructing his men to "pay more attention later" to the King's Knight, Boillot made no other moves and continued to march.
After all, Wang Xianqiu and he are not from the same system, and he cannot order the other party to do anything.
Besides, fighter opportunities are rare, and he has no time to waste with this despicable French playboy.
"Have the situation of Shorthair been investigated clearly? How many troops do they have? Where are they currently?"
"The investigation is clear." Berard waved, and an attendant knight ran over quickly.
"Company Captain, based on the current information, there are five to six companies of Shorthair, about 100 cavalry, and more than 20 heavy carriages. The total number is about 2,000-3,000 people. It's about 10 miles away from us now."
Berard sneered. They are indeed an army of farmers. They even bring bottles and cans with them during night raids.
Boillou asked: "Where is the demon Horn?"
"He is also in the team."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure." The attendant knight said decisively, "I have seen him with my own eyes."
Bio nodded: "Go and confirm the position again. , don’t let them escape, be sure to catch them before they return to Ashheard Town.”
“Yes, Your Excellency.”
The knight knight left with a few rangers, Boao. He turned his head slightly and silently counted his troops.
They have a total of 100 knights of the edict, 150 knights of the banner, 200 knights of the squire, and 100 knights of the ibe and temple.
A total of 550 extraordinary knights.
If they bring 250 Wang Xian knights who are not holding back, they will have 800 extraordinary knights.
However, Boioluo estimated that he must keep 50 extraordinary knights to prevent the King Xian Knights from causing trouble, so he could actually use only 500 extraordinary knights.
Think of how France's 900 extraordinary knights defeated 300,000 people in the Blood Winter Uprising. Boolo used 500 extraordinary knights to defeat 3,000 farmers, which was no problem.
What's more, he still has 2,000 night guards and 300 armored sergeants.
The entire Fort Joan of Arc is mobilized to capture Horn.
"Company Captain." The attendant knights who had just ran out suddenly ran back, "Company Captain, those short hairs just suddenly turned and headed diagonally towards us."
"Turn? Diagonally?" Pulling out the parchment scroll from the wooden tube at his waist, Boillou unfolded the map and kept sliding his fingers on the map. "Do they want to go to the abandoned Pavia village?"
Bool tutted.
Years of battlefield intuition made Booliu feel uncomfortable. How does this look? It seems like he is luring the enemy.
But then he thought about it, what was the use of luring the enemy?
Did they ambush several other legions in that abandoned village? Even if they go together, what's the use of even an ambush?
If you win, you can't catch up with the knight, if you lose, you can't outrun the knight. Even if you fight hard, can you beat the knight with extraordinary endurance?
Although he was thinking about it in his mind, Boillou's expression did not change. He shouted at the crowd and called a captain of the cavalry.
"Send ten cavalry teams to catch up and harass their advancing speed."
The 30 extraordinary knights left quickly and ran towards the direction of the Salvation Army.
“Catch some nearby farmers and ask them if they saw the Salvation Army last night.”
“Yes.”
Not long after, five nearby men dressed as farmers were picked up by the knights and thrown in front of Boillot as if they were throwing objects.
“Let me ask you.” Boolo placed his knight’s sword on the head of the first farmer, “When did you see the short-haired one?”
“No, I didn’t. "
The cold light flashed, the head fell to the ground, and the old farmer still had a look of astonishment on his face.
“Even if you couldn’t see it when you came, you should have seen it just now, but you can’t see it yet!” Boillou put the blood-stained sword against the neck of a shepherd, “When did you see it? ?”
"Last night, I saw it while grazing sheep last night."
"I was sleeping at night, and I just saw it."
"I saw their cavalry in the evening. I was sleeping at night. "But I heard the sound of their march."
Boillot and the other knights arrested and questioned more than a dozen nearby farmers, and the answers were all as early as yesterday evening.
“Captain, ask them what they are doing?” Berard asked.
"Because it can be confirmed that they only arrived here last night and had no time to build earthen forts and other fortifications."
Boolius made the final decision: "They are anxious, this is an encounter! Order the entire army to quickly March and fight near the village of Pavia! ”
Among the winding creeks and green bushes, hundreds of knights were crowded, and the flames of torches were reflected on their helmets.
Behind them, thousands of recruited mercenaries, night guards and armored sergeants raised torches, and the smell of burning rosin filled the humid air.
On the carriage at the very back, a dozen monks held jars of holy oil and kept praying to Messila and the Holy Father, not to die in the war.
After turning around and marching for almost an hour, they arrived at the scheduled battlefield of Pavia Village at about ten o'clock in the morning.
The sound of fierce fighting came from behind the sparse woods, and more than a dozen lines of choking smoke curled up.
Trench, these farmers are actually making a fire to cook? Boilius was so angry that he laughed.
Going around the woods, this abandoned village sitting on a pile of earth finally revealed its original shape.
It is located on a gentle slope of earth, covered with shrubs and sparse low woods.
There are four or five streams and river beaches nearby, and the water network formed by the streams wraps the entire slope.
For ordinary cavalry, this natural trench will have a great impact.
But for the blessed extraordinary knight, the water depth within one meter is not a problem. At most, it is just a matter of slowing down a little when passing by.
In the open space in front of the slope, Berard led the country knights to rush left and right, killing the lycanthropic skirmishers and fleeing in all directions.
On the gentle slope, three companies of about 500 men formed a frontal horizontal formation of 60 men, distributed in an inverted V shape behind the bushes.
Further back, it seems that because the battle width cannot be spread, there are still two reserve teams that have not moved.
Bolio narrowed his eyes. In front of the formation on the gentle slope, there were a dozen nearby minor nobles or knight stewards.
They were stripped naked and entered through the back door with long thorns thrust out of their throats or mouths.
"Berard, you lead 150 squire-level Ibe knights and temple knights to launch a spinning charge."
"Several monks, please use the power of walking on flat ground. Blessings! ”
(End of this chapter)