Chapter 326: Waiting Again
On the endless plain, the wheels rolled.
Nearly a thousand Black Hat Army soldiers lined up in four columns, marching forward slowly with neat steps.
The cowhide short boots trampled the ground, shaking up dust and gravel.
The spears on the shoulders collided with each other, making a crisp clanging sound.
Behind them, nearly a thousand engineers with strong arms followed.
Sandwiched between the engineers and the skitarii were nearly a hundred canopy-topped carriages loaded with grain, grass and mortar.
These auxiliary units followed the Black Hat Army in a crowded and chaotic manner, making the originally flowing and neat team become weird and bloated.
This is a helpless matter. The soldiers and horses have not yet moved the food and grass.
Despite Horn's streamlining, the ratio of military personnel to non-military personnel remained at 5:2.
That is to say, an army of 500 people needs at least 200 people to ensure logistics.
Horn added a large number of engineers, resulting in two legions of 1,000 men followed by a small 800 men.
The huge convoy moved along the road like water. Fortunately, at least so far, they have not been attacked by the knights.
“It’s the last five miles.” Jourdan was still shouting behind him.
The war monks of the Fourth Legion complained formulaically, "As soon as I left the house in the morning, you said there were only five miles left."
But Jourdain didn't lie this time. There was really only the last five miles from here to Moncruse Manor.
The distance between Black Pottery Town and Moncrusse Manor is about twenty miles. Even if you bring civilians, you can reach it within a day.
They can already see the farmers who belong to the manor working.
As for their master, after leaving the butler and a few servants Zhuangtou behind about three days ago, he disappeared without a trace.
The stream is slow, and in the golden wheat fields, farmers occasionally raise their heads and look here.
However, most of them glanced at it, lowered their heads in fear, and continued to do the work at hand.
Even though the lords have fled, they are still doing the farm work at hand step by step.
Regardless of the life-and-death battle between the Ibe Knights and the Salvation Army, to the farmers of Jinhe Township, it was all a "gentleman's war."
What does it have to do with the three thousand pounds of grain harvested a year by the gentlemen?
This idea is slightly better in the Pious Special Zone, especially in the Jihad Special Zone and Jinhe Township.
With a sullen face, Laurent walked quickly to the side of the road, stretched out his legs, and kicked a lazy engineer until he screamed.
"Rishan..."
"Which team are you from? Have you been given a break?"
The beaten engineer glared at him with resentment and fear. , seeing Laurent pull out the cane, he fled and returned to the team.
Irritably fanning himself with a straw fan, Laurent complained to Jourdain: "These engineers and soldiers are untrained civilians. I don't understand the use of transporting them to the front line."
"Weren't we civilians before?" Jourdan had no complaints and continued to move forward cheerfully, "Those new recruits were not much better than them when they were training."
"Can it be the same?" Luo Lang stretched out his hand to drive away a few flying gadflies, "They are not trained, and it will be difficult to protect them on the battlefield."
"You speak as if you are not a new recruit." Jourdan stretched out his hand and gave it a hammer. his chest.
Laurent immediately suppressed his blush.
After being recruited to join the Black Hat Army, Laurent soon received the Holy Family and became a Holy Gunslinger.
Since most of the Holy Guns were veterans, he naturally regarded himself as a veteran.
After the previous Battle of Pavia, a large number of wounded, including disabled veterans, developed Holy Favorite Syndrome to varying degrees after their wounds became infected.
These veterans joined the ranks of the Holy Gunners, and most of the new recruits who came in to replace them were spearmen.
The number of veterans in the Holy Gunners' queue is several times higher than that of the Lancers.
Aware of Laurent's embarrassment and secret anger, Jourdain couldn't help but shake his head.
Laurent is a tailor apprentice, and Jourdain is a cloth merchant and hawker. The two have known each other for a long time, but he feels a little hard to describe Laurent's character. Compared with the optimistic and easy-going Jourdain, perhaps because of his father's long-term beatings and scoldings, Laurent's personality is relatively gloomy and sensitive, and it is easy for conflicts to break out with others.
Laurent has not been very popular in the Legion so far.
However, it is undeniable that Laurent himself is indeed smart and capable, and he got first place in all subjects.
In the Shengdanji War Academy, with excellent training results, he has been ranked in the top five in the rankings all year round.
But the army is a place that worships the strong. As long as you can bring victory, even if you doze off and have diarrhea in public every day, everyone will hold their noses and follow you.
"You are almost a veteran." Jourdan hooked Laurent's neck, "After fighting this battle, you are also a veteran."
Laurent's face turned deep red. It gradually faded away, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly turned his head.
"What's wrong?"
"There is the sound of horse hooves." Without any explanation, Laurent climbed onto the carriage and looked around. He pointed in one direction sharply, "Over there!"
Jourdain immediately blew his whistle, and the several hussars accompanying him immediately galloped out in that direction.
The originally peaceful motorcade fell silent, and everyone nervously grasped anything they could.
After all, they are marching in enemy territory, who knows what trouble will happen.
But soon, an orc hussar returned to report: "Your Excellency, the commander of the regiment, is the representative of the public opinion who came to greet you."
Hearing this, the people around him breathed a sigh of relief. .
They are said to be representatives of public opinion, but they are actually the village head and housekeeper of the original manor.
Most of these people are the second sons of knights or armed peasants. Among the armed peasants, there are both poor and wealthy ones. The wealthy class among the armed peasants are these village heads and stewards.
A knight's manor has about 2,000-3,000 acres of land, with six or seven villages scattered across it. It is impossible for him to directly govern every village.
So most of the time, the distribution is handled by the manor owner and the steward. In fact, the knight rarely participates in the production and life of the manor.
They spend most of their time on tour, in the arena, and in court with their noble lords.
After Horn issued the order for the Great Trial, on May 24, 1445 in the Imperial Calendar, Saint Jeanne led four black hat legions to station in Black Pottery Town.
After occupying the town of Black Pottery, the first order Jeanne issued was to have the Fifth Black Hat Legion advance another twelve miles and occupy the Moncrusse Manor.
The Fifth Black Hat Legion did not encounter any decent resistance, so the manor simply surrendered.
The housekeepers and the village head repented and converted in time, and welcomed the new dynasty. Everyone had a wooden gear hanging on their body, which they said was "freedom and equality."
"Freedom and equality! Dear gentlemen, the untouchable is called Dekrama." The man named Dekrama led a rogue horse and smiled flatteringly at the black hat war monks. "It was Master Coleman who let I’ll greet you and guide you into camp”
Obviously, these people wearing Xiumiz white shirts, black and red jackets, gray breeches, and red ribbons around their waists must be the master.
Dekrama recognized that cold energy at a glance.
No matter which master he is, he has the ability to take their lives easily, so Dekrama naturally does not dare to neglect him.
The black hats are mostly from poor backgrounds, and they have never been very interested in these little country squires like housekeepers and village heads.
Laurent had his disgust written all over his face and just snorted lightly.
Jourdan was disgusted in his heart, but the expression on his face remained unchanged: "Then I'll trouble you."
Dekrama turned around with a flattering smile and began to guide the convoy forward.
"If you ask me, we should arrest them all." Laurent said as he looked at Declama, who was walking towards the engineers.
"We still need them, otherwise these villages will be in chaos."
"I still want to ask, why are we suddenly advancing to this Moncruse Manor?"< br>
Just when Jourdan was about to respond, he heard a scream of "ah".
Looking at the end of the convoy, Dekrama was displaying a completely different ferocity than Jourdan. He suddenly kicked an engineer in the chest.
The engineer was kicked so hard that he fell on his back.
Landing lightly, Dekrama pointed at him and cursed fluently: "I've been watching you for a long time, and you're the only one who's just dawdling, do you think I'm blind? Hurry up and leave, don't miss the master's freedom and equality. ! ”
(End of this chapter)