Chapter 282 Entering Fort Joan of Arc
“Do you want to disperse the villagers around you?”
Seeing that more and more villagers gathered on both sides of the team, there were almost tens of thousands of villagers. People, Hakuto asked in a low voice.
Horn shook his head: "No, just find a few skitarii to maintain order and don't cause a stampede."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Looking at the Salvation Army whose formation changed slightly, Horn always felt that his control over the army had reached a new level.
He even had the feeling that the army was a part of him, as if he could command them easily.
Sitting on the cushioned chair of the carriage, Horn lowered his head and looked at his rough hands, lost in thought.
“Brother, look.” Jeanna pointed to the road not far away, “That’s the camp of Knight Wang Xian.”
“The camp of Knight Wang Xian...” Lift up Head, Horn saw black smoke rising from a camp on the roadside and scorch marks everywhere, "You haven't told me how you defeated them."
"It rained that day, and they were all hiding from the rain in the house, either drinking, gambling or sleeping. They didn't expect us to come.
I rushed in directly with the Holy Gun Cavalry. They had no time to wear armor and ride horses. , dozens of them were electrocuted by me, and the rest of them surrendered."
Horn was speechless. He could predict that the defeat of Wang Xianqiu must be stupid, but he didn't expect it to be so stupid. .
But it's normal. It fits Horn's stereotype of French people, they are casual and love drinking.
“Where are those prisoners of war of the Royal Knights? Why didn’t I see them?”
Jeanne's face looked a little ugly: "Last night, those escaped Wang Xian knights came back and rescued the remaining companions."
Jeshka rode a war horse and looked at Huo Huo with one eye. En hugged the one-eyed gauze: "It's funny, those French prisoners of war were obviously locked up with the Temple Knight prisoners of war, but they only rescued their own people, and even beat a few Temple Knights."
The French people’s national character of being both loyal and petty is clearly demonstrated in this incident.
"Let it go, let it go." Horn shrugged indifferently, "We don't have much interest entanglements with these French people."
Find out the identity of the King's Knight. After the incident, Horn asked Jeanne again: "Did you defeat these knights and capture the Castle of Joan of Arc immediately?"
"No." The spring breeze blew a corner of Jeanne's robe, and she stretched out her hand to smooth the wrinkles. "If that were the case, I would have arrived on the battlefield long ago.
They used wolf smoke to remind Fort Joan of Arc that we They fought a battle with the Temple Knights outside the city and won.
Some night watch guards and extraordinary knights tried to escape into the castle, but the citizens and workers of Fort Joan formed a guard and stopped them. < br>
I took the opportunity to charge through them, and the rest of the knights and armored sergeants ran away.
After taking control of the castle and taking down the church, I led the war monks towards Pawei non-stop. Ya Jinfa, luckily caught up.”
Horn was almost vomited as his body vibrated and undulated with the bumpy dirt road. He couldn't help cursing in his heart: Mader, sooner or later I'll pour mortar on you.
After listening to Jeanne's narration, Horn resisted vomiting and dizziness and quickly grasped the key point: "Those citizens formed a guard to help you attack the knights? Do they have the courage?"
This is not because Horn looks down on the citizens, but that most of the courageous and bloody people in Fort Joan followed him to Daze Township.
Based on Horn's understanding of them, although they may revolt because of superiors, they have no organizer and most of them fight on their own.
“It was organized by the Boy Army and the monks from the Order of the Holy Father.” Jeanne revealed the answer, “But they did actively participate in the Guard.”
"After all, she is somewhat bloody. How about the Holy Lord who still has a third degree of anger?"
"The Holy Lord is said to have a third degree of anger? Doesn't she kill tens of millions of heretics at every turn?"
< br>"Uh..." Horn, who had made no sense, was tongue-tied for two seconds, but he didn't expect that Jeanne would catch him.
"Your Majesty, Castle Joan of Arc has arrived." Jeshka immediately stepped forward to relieve the siege.
In the open space on the road outside Fort Joan of Arc, all the original stalls and vendors' sheds were knocked down, leaving a large open space to welcome Horn.
The citizens hired many laborers and stood on the roadside waving colorful flags and flowers. This was a necessary part of the inspection of foreign bishops.
Although the desire for independence is strong, the citizens know that it is not realistic.
The force they possess cannot even defeat the Temple Knights, let alone the Salvation Army that "defeated" the Order Knights.
In the subconscious mind of most citizens, the Salvation Army should have only driven away the Order Company, rather than defeated them head-on.
That was the Order Company. Let alone killing them, they could shoot down ten Order Knights and they would just eat them.
The citizens all know that with the current situation in the Thousand River Valley, they will all have to surrender at Horn's feet in the near future.
In the final analysis, it is just a matter of changing the flag. After all, the running of the city depends on them.
Several representatives of the citizens, the heads of the major craftsmen's guilds, and several prestigious old men recommended by the workers stood respectfully on the roadside, waiting for Horn's arrival.
The tens of thousands of villagers surprised these citizens before they arrived.
"The pomp is quite big." Citizen representative Sid tilted his head and whispered to Bunaford, the leader of the Masons' Guild next to him, "It costs a lot of money to hire these villagers."
"Whatever, it's not our money." Bunaford snorted.
"Who said it wasn't our money? What did he do before? He forgot?" Sid sighed, "There are no heroes, but a farmer became famous."
"Is it possible to just order the knight or Darnay?" The old worker next to him couldn't bear to listen. "At least they are reasonable."
"I just said casually, what are you in a hurry for? Get ready. Are you ready to lick that farmer’s shoes?”
“伱”
"Keep your voice down, don't be overheard, do you still want to go to the ice vegetable cellar?" another citizen representative nearby reminded.
The sound of neat and powerful footsteps sounded, and Sid immediately closed his mouth.
"Hurry, hurry, don't delay."
Standing up from under the awning, they lined up at the intersection, put on professional fake smiles, and welcomed Horne's arrival.
Just like a few months ago, they were here to welcome the arrival of the Imperial Company.
Sure enough, the Salvation Army members who came into their sight were all injured and dressed in neat clothes, but their bodies were covered with dust and stains. Wheat-colored face, simple and stupid eyes, rude actions, vulgar words...
Even if he puts on nice clothes, he is just a farmer.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
“That’s it…”
"Laughed."
The sound of whispers sounded among the citizens present, and even included a few snickers that could not tell the difference between men and women.
Is this a soldier who can defeat the Imperial Company?
They thought they hid it well, but they couldn't hide the look of doubt and contempt.
The First Black Hat Legion was not affected in any way. They held their heads high and opened the way for the war monks in the rear.
Even their steps didn't change at all. It's not that they didn't hear the snickering, and they just thought it was ridiculous if they didn't react.
When the people behind the Black Hat First Legion appeared, the laughter was like a duck being strangled by the neck, suddenly stuck in the throat, and turned into a funny "ho ho" sound.
More than twenty prisoners of war were covered in blood, walking forward with their heads down or with sad faces.
Their necks were locked with slave collars, their hands were chopped off, and they only had a pair of pants on their bodies.
Occasionally if they meet the eyes of the escorting war monks, they will quickly retract their heads like mice seeing a cat.
But it was this group of prisoners of war that made the citizens feel as if their world had collapsed.
That is the Order Knight, the high-ranking Order Knight!
The citizens rubbed their eyes repeatedly for fear that they had seen wrongly, and some even called out the name of a knight.
They could clearly see that the knight was shaking all over and did not dare to raise his head.
Before they could react from the excitement, another carriage arrived, with 20 lime-pickled heads neatly placed on the carriage.
After some transformation, they can still recognize that they are the Knights of the Order!
“One, two, three…” A citizen on the roadside murmured to himself, “Three carriages, the heads of sixty knights of the Order, plus the more than twenty prisoners of war— —”
The noisy crowd was as silent as a library.
More than eighty Knights of the Order, the pinnacle of extraordinary knights in the kingdom, all fell at the feet of the Salvation Army.
That is the Knight of the Order who is said to be protected by angels!
How many times have they shown off their power on the streets, but the citizens can only swallow their anger and even smile with them.
Now, they are just put on a dung carriage for people to inspect?
“Total, total annihilation?”
“I’m not wrong, my eye is broken, can someone help me look at it.”
“Eighty, really. Eighty.”
If Madeleine was here, he would definitely break up with them.
Not more than eighty, but all 100 knights of the order, not one missing, neatly.
It’s just that some had their heads smashed by leather cannons or scorched by lightning, so they were not pickled for display.
When those soldiers in black uniforms walked by in neat lines again, the citizens did not even dare to look directly at their faces this time.
"Mr. Sid, that is the head of Lord Boulius! It is the captain of the command company!"
"What Lord Bouluo! That's the devil Bouluo, watch your words! Citizen!" Sid turned around suddenly, pointed at the entourage behind him and cursed.
A smile spread all over his face. Sid chuckled, rubbed his hands and walked up to Victor: "Captain, where is my Majesty the Pope? We have prepared a table of good meals. Just waiting."
"His Majesty the Pope is behind." Victor pointed behind him, just as two strong war monks carried Horn's wheelchair and moved him out of the carriage.
In an instant, Sid was like a hungry dog seeing stinky shit. He sprinted over for a hundred meters and fell to his knees with a plop.
He lowered his head as if snatching food, and kissed Horn's feet repeatedly.
Horn was startled by him, and the monk guarding him was so horrified that he lifted him off the ground and threw him somersault outward.
The gray-faced Sid did not feel humiliated at all, and stood up with a playful smile: "Your Majesty, it's me, Sid, have you forgotten?"
"Sid ?”
“Yes, Sid, Judge Sid of Fort Joan of Arc”
“Oh—” Horn gave him a meaningful look, “So it’s you. .”
"Your Majesty is here. We have invited the best chef from Fort Joan of Arc to prepare a banquet for you..."
"Let's skip the meal first." Jeanne interrupted Sid impatiently, "Let's go into the city first. We still have things to do."
Under the escort of the First Guards Corps, Horn and the Holy Gun Cavalry slowly moved forward along the old road.
The villagers followed them and crowded into the Castle of Joan of Arc with the citizens.
Many people in the Salvation Army are familiar with every brick and tile here. After all, the bloody battle that night is unforgettable.
Arriving at the center of the city square, the flag of the Salvation Army was flying above the Castle of Joan of Arc, the flag of the Papal State was flying above the tower of the city hall, and the sun gear flag of Pope Horn was flying on the church.
Sitting in a wheelchair, lifted high by the war monks, Horn looked at everything in front of him.
The square was crowded with villagers, the alleys were crowded with citizens and workers who had arrived, and many residents of Fort Joan of Arc were even standing on the roof.
"Believers, this is no longer the territory of the Church of the Thousand Valleys."
Pointing his index finger to the sky, Horn solemnly announced: "From this moment on, Castle Joan and the The territory of Kush is under the papal flag! It belongs to the direct jurisdiction of the Holy Father! ”
(End of this chapter)