Chapter 338 The Battle of Moncrusse (End...Oh, it’s not over yet)
Rolling dark clouds shrouded the sky, and the hoofs of boar knights and hussars trampled the broken blades and arrows on the ground everywhere. Flying around.
The war monks of the 1st and 4th Black Hat Legions escorted the prisoners of war towards the Black Pottery Town in the rear.
The veterans leaned against the wall with lingering fear, passing a bottle of beer to one another and drinking.
The recruits who had just joined the army began to sing and dance together, crying and laughing, shouting the names of their deceased relatives and friends.
Others frantically strangled the necks of the Temple Knight prisoners with ropes, and tried their best to give them cardiopulmonary respiration as they fainted.
Even though the knights' tongues turned blue and purple blood oozed from their throats, the war monks still refused to give up their rescue efforts.
"Victory! Victory!"
The high-ranking knights were really beaten down by them. They had lost their relatives and houses before, and lived as numbly as cattle and horses.
But at least at this moment, they launched the most unforgettable revenge against the once noble men.
Although they only received an interest rate, they could not help but get excited and vent their anger by crying or beating the prisoners of war.
Horn often trains them as synthetic humans, but they are still humans after all. No matter how firm their faith is, they will still feel fear and sadness.
Jeanna did not forcibly restrain their behavior, and even turned a blind eye to some activities that violated military discipline.
After such a long military career, she is no longer the country girl who couldn't get rid of the dirt in her eyes. Naturally, she knew that she would leave a channel for the war monks to vent.
Besides, she currently has a more important job to do, which is to count the results.
"After the final charge of that Halwin, most of the knights surrendered." Colebo reported with a bruised nose and face.
“Have the prisoners been counted?” Jeanne’s voice was as clear as a magpie’s while feeding radishes to the war horse.
"The statistics are out." Colebo is also the clerk of the Holy Gun Cavalry Regiment, so it is natural for him to do this kind of thing.
Relying on his memory, Colebo reported several numbers one by one: "We annihilated and captured approximately 150 extraordinary knights, 200 retinue knights, more than 500 night watch guards, and more than 1,200 peasant soldiers. "
"What about the specific prisoners? I mean the extraordinary knights."
"We captured 83 extraordinary knights, including 23 Kush knights, 46 Leia knights, and 14 Flan knights." Colebo used his fingers to pry off the dried blood stuck to his helmet.
Jeanna stopped feeding the radishes: "83? Why so many?"
"After all, the hand gun cannon fires range shot, which is enough to break armor at a distance of about ten meters. , but the kills are not enough, so we have thirty more knight prisoners."
Jean Na nodded in realization, and used her knowledge level to finally be in sync with the fifth grade in elementary school to easily calculate the result.
In this battle, they killed nearly seventy extraordinary knights, more than half of whom fell to the holy guns, and the rest were divided equally between the boar knights and the spearmen.
Jeanna's eyes flashed brightly, and she hesitated to speak: "Is this a great victory?"
"Of course, we have wiped out more than 150 extraordinary knights."
In After the previous tension and killing, Jeanne, whose hair and face were still stained with blood, showed a bright smile.
This battle was the first time for Jeanna to lead an independent battle without any guidance from Horn or Jeshka.
This is also due to Helwyn's eagerness after the last failure and continued to attack regardless.
Although her home was repeatedly stolen in love, Jeanne used her experience of failure in love on the battlefield.
She led the Holy Gun Cavalry and Hussars in a large circle, ran for sixty miles, bypassed the Moncrusse battlefield, and stole the Helwin family first.
This left Halwin with nowhere to escape, and in the end he had no choice but to fight to the death with the Temple Knights.
But the three cavalry of the North Knights led by Murat, the Hussars led by Grouche, and the Holy Guns Cavalry led by Jeanne were waiting for him. Is this a small sign of death?
However, compared with Enrico, Helwin was considered to have some backbone. He committed suicide by taking poison and only got back a bloody corpse.
Of the more than thirty temple knights, except for a dozen who died in the battle, the rest were given to the war monks to vent their anger.
At this moment, the remaining Temple Knights who were still alive were beaten beyond recognition due to their extraordinary bodies. A gust of wind blew the grass blades. Jeanna closed her eyes and turned her head sideways, suddenly feeling a bit cold on her cheeks.
There was a roar of thunder, and she raised her head. The sparse rain drew circular spots on the wall of the fortress.
“It’s raining, let’s go back to camp.”
After taking off her armor with the help of the orderly, Jeanne went to take a cold shower first.
After wiping the blood from her hair and body, she put on a slim-fitting jacket and trousers, and walked towards the castle hall in the fortress.
Passing through the abandoned corridor that smelled of decay, Jeanne pushed open the door of Moncruse Castle, and inside was a hastily renovated conference room.
“...So, in the future, if there are any idlers waiting, it is best not to let them stay inside the defense line.”
“Even if we have to let them stay inside the defense line, once they Anyone who dares to disrupt the front should be fired without hesitation.”
"Before the enemy arrives, you should practice defense changes several times and simulate all emergencies..."
"If it is a city defense battle, there is wall protection, and there is no need to use too much holy power. Save money, otherwise..."
Hearing the heated discussion in the conference room, Jeanne knew that they were having a review meeting.
As a legionary clerk, Bernardo sat on a small horse and quickly recorded with charcoal.
The sound of the door opening was not loud, but the regiment commanders immediately sat upright, waiting for Jeanne to take her seat.
"Why are you so serious? It's not like you don't know me."
Jeanna stepped forward carelessly and patted their shoulders: "Congratulations on your great victory. At least you defeated the Ibe Knight by five points. One of the combat capabilities, well done!”
Jeanna walked to a small mazaar and sat down, looking around the entire conference room.
The dark clouds outside brought heavy rain with lightning, while light rain fell at the corner of the conference room.
Turning to look at Momli who was sitting on pins and needles, Jeanne hit his chest: "Who are you showing this dead look to? Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, and one mistake cannot cover up your past achievements. .”
"Your Highness the Saint, I..."
"Stop chattering." Jeanne's voice deepened two points, "The military judge's report will be sent out tomorrow. Those who have merit will be rewarded. Those who have merit will be rewarded." Mistakes will be punished, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and no one can control everything."
To calm Momli's emotions, Jeanna sat at the top calmly: "The next step is to divide the fields. What do you think? "
At this point, several legion commanders became energetic.
“Based on what we have learned in the past few days, it may be difficult to divide the fields.” Coleman curled his lips and said, “The villagers here are too stupid.”
"It's not that they are stupid." Jourdan sighed, "The church has been persecuting us for too long, but they still regard us as rebels."
Compared to the scarcity of cultivated land and the existence of the Duke of Kush, we are more suppressed by the church. The heavy Kush territory and Jinhe Township with many fields unexpectedly do not have too sharp conflicts.
In their eyes, the church is the righteous party. Previously, the black hat army tried to divide the land on a small scale.
Obviously it is a good thing, but the resistance of the villagers is quite fierce, because they believe that this is a favor from the devil and will be punished by the knight and the Holy Father.
"No matter what we say, they don't want to believe us, especially the Blue Blood Monastery. They have to witness it with their own eyes. I can't move the monastery here."
Coleman became more and more angry as he talked and wanted to go out and engage in special fighting action with those "tricksters" right away.
"We encountered these problems when recruiting soldiers in Black Pottery Town, and now we have a preliminary solution." Jeanne thanked the flattered maid and took a sip of butter beer to ward off the cold.
"Just wait a few days, and you will know when Grampus arrives."
"What is the solution?" Jourdan asked curiously.
“Didn’t you say that you must move the Blue Blood Monastery to see with your own eyes?” Holding a warm butterbeer, Jeanne opened the review meeting minutes recorded by Bernardo and scanned, “Who Say you can’t?”
(End of this chapter)