Chapter 394: Are you going to lose the city as soon as you start? (Two chapters in one)
"Just let them leave?"
Martin looked at the wealthy businessmen and citizens with large and small bags, and asked Armand in confusion.
You know, keeping the guards of these wealthy businessmen can at least increase the number of more than a hundred troops, and they are all elite sword and shield soldiers.
Armand stood on the wall and stared coldly at the wealthy businessmen walking below: "If you can't keep them, it's better to expel them than to let them hold back in the city."
If not for the lack of time, Armand would have wanted to map them all.
For a small group of die-hards, only violent and physical elimination can completely eradicate their crimes.
From the Gulag to Castle Joan of Arc, Armand has experienced this truth more than once.
These wealthy businessmen and city councilors, dressed in silk and gold brocade, sit on the velvet cushioned seats of the city hall every day. They are supposed to be the most representative of Koike City.
But they would rather flee and leave, abandoning all property, shops and workshops in the city, than pay to hire nearby armed farmers and knights, or stay and hold on.
Not only this time, but also the last time they were thrown into the cellar, the city councilors who were rich businessmen firmly chose to side with the bishop.
The shocking incident of being thrown into the cellar was actually promoted by the clerk and the bricklayer.
These wealthy businessmen simply escaped before the arrival of the Imperial Order Company, returned after the Imperial Order Company left, and once again became city councilors by negotiating peace with the church.
Today, it is these resilient ordinary workers and citizens of Xiaochi Town who are determined to stay and defend their hometown and never admit defeat.
They spent the little money they had left to customize leather armor, helmets and daily sticks, and sewed leather robes and boots for the rest of their comrades for free.
Martin still remembered that he had persuaded these city councilors to stay, but the result was-
“With all due respect, Sir Martin, I can’t think of the possibility of holding on to Koike City as it is now.”
"Do you really think of yourself as a bishop? You are just a dog from the Brago Monastery!"
The hot and steamy wind spread on Martin's face, making his heart feel wet. Sticky sweat coated the surface of the body.
“What an irony.” Martin couldn’t help but sigh, “Your Excellency Richelieu, can His Majesty Horn really arrive in time?”
"I'm sure, I'm sure." Armand looked at the Lona River under the clouds. Countless reef-like river islands cut through the silky river water, revealing silvery white waves.
The silvery gray wilderness under the clouds is broken among the undulating hills. The direction of the scattered clouds is to the east.
That was the direction of Fort Joan of Arc, and he seemed to have heard the sound of horse hooves and footsteps falling on the ground.
“You should go back to Fort Joan of Arc before the aristocratic coalition comes.” Martin thought for a long time before opening his sticky mouth with difficulty, “This is not your enemy, and this is not your hometown. Staying is the mission of our Juannos.”
Didn’t immediately answer Martin’s words, Armand just lowered his head and touched the thin black and red monk’s clothes on his body.
When I first put on this priest's robe, it was so loose and ill-fitting.
After all, Armand is still too thin compared to Cossé’s fat figure.
Cosset would stuff a piece of fat meat into Armand's bowl every day in an attempt to make him gain weight, but Cosset was still so thin and short.
But after old Coser died, perhaps hatred can really make people grow flesh and blood, and this dress gradually became more fitting.
Just like what people call him, compared to the former Armand, people in Caxia County are more accustomed to calling him by his Christian name - Richelieu.
This was the name given to him by his uncle, the godfather who baptized him. The old butcher who had been vulgar all his life gave him the most elegant name.
"No, I won't leave." Armand's palm scratched the surface of the robe, "That is my enemy, and this is also my mission."
Martin heard Al Mang's words made him feel relieved somehow.
You know, Armand is mostly responsible for organizing the city guard and uniting the army to attack, including this series of operations to concentrate the power of the whole city.
Martin plays a role of spiritual gain at most.
"Get ready. When it gets dark, close the city gate..." Before Martin could finish his words, he looked toward the horizon.
Between the fields and the water network of the stream, he saw Andruk running wildly alone, alone.
All the guards around him disappeared, and the carriage filled with money disappeared without a trace.
Like a savage or a beggar, he was running with all his strength, as if he was escaping from the jaws of some terrible beast.
The moment Martin narrowed his eyes, Andruk's embarrassed running movement suddenly froze, and then his whole body collapsed to the ground.
The blood drew a dazzling red line on the ground, and behind his back, the tail end of the feather arrow was still trembling.
“Dududu——”
“Dang, dang, dang——”
The sound of the horn and the ringing of the bell from the bell tower sounded at the same time, and the vibration on the ground almost shook the people at the city gate. The wealthy businessmen turned pale.
They all looked to the northwest. The wealthy businessmen and their servants in that direction were running away desperately.
Of course they couldn't be chased by bandits, so there was only one possibility left.
"Lord Musak's army!" a wealthy businessman screamed.
Maybe they have a good personal relationship with Earl Musak, but this does not mean that the Earl can fully control all the troops.
Even if these pioneer cavalry cut off the heads of wealthy businessmen, Count Musak would not say anything.
After all, the wealthy businessmen don't have any objections. If they don't speak up, they will acquiesce.
The wealthy businessmen and their guards who had gathered at the door dispersed with a loud bang, and some fled desperately into the city, while others fled outside the city.
“Get out, get out!”
“Don’t crowd the passages, don’t block the city gates!”
The veterans skillfully drew out their armed swords, pointed and tried to climb over The guards and servants of Juma's rich merchant roared at them.
But these servants have always been arrogant and ignored the words of the veterans. They just held up the crossbar to resist the horses and poured into the city.
The veteran stepped forward and punched a guard in the face who was jumping over his horse. The man fell to the ground with a cry.
As soon as he screamed, the armed sword cut his throat open, and blood spattered everywhere.
After solving the troublesome group of wealthy businessmen, the soldiers, led by the veterans, no longer stayed at the same place at a loss, but panicked and drove away the ordinary civilians blocking the door.
The sound of horse hooves gradually approached. Under the clouds on the horizon, the colorful knights were so conspicuous. The family coat of arms representing Count Moussac was embroidered on more than half of the flags.
The two-headed lion is roaring, but it is almost in front of you, but the gate of Xiaochi City has no intention of closing.
He hurriedly ran down the city wall, and Armand, who put on his chain mail outside his priest's robes, asked a militia captain: "Why hasn't the door been closed yet?" "The two carriages were knocked over, and the door was blocked. "Stay."
"Why don't you go fix it quickly?" After being frightened like falling into an ice cave, Martin jumped in a hurry.
Originally, they were no match for the coalition of nobles and had to rely on the new city wall built with mortar for defense.
This is a good thing. The battle has not officially started yet. The opponent's vanguard will first take over the city.
Holding Martin, who was sweating profusely, Armand's expression remained calm: "Move the horse forward, and the ordinary people nearby ask them to go outside the city. Anyone who dares to approach will be killed on the spot. All natural priests will reload immediately." Holy gun."
After the order was given, seven or eight soldiers picked up the two ends of the horse and moved it sideways and forward like a crab.
But before they could move two steps, they heard a whooshing sound, and as soon as they raised their heads, a flying arrow pierced the chest of one of the soldiers.
The soldier looked down at the arrow stuck in his chest. Just as he was about to speak, blood flowed out of his throat uncontrollably, leaving him speechless.
Clutching his chest, the soldier fell to his knees, his whole body hitting the ground.
"Raise the shield!" The mercenary veteran shrank up after reacting and raised the round shield above his head.
The rest of the soldiers raised their round shields one after another. Almost at the same time, raindrops of arrows fell from the sky, with a whistling sound, and pierced into the round shields.
Sawdust flew everywhere and arrows swept past them. At this time, they probably knew that these were the Kush knights under Count Musak.
While the arrow rain stopped, the old mercenary poked half of his head out from behind his buckler.
But between the hills and fields, yellow, green, black and red cloaks were fluttering, and hundreds of knights wearing half-sleeved robes roared towards them.
As long as there are wealthy businessmen or any civilians who have escaped from the city before, these knights will simply chop them down with their long swords.
Both sides of the road were instantly filled with the corpses of all kinds of city councilors, servants and civilians, and scavenging eagles were hovering low in the sky, waiting for this early dinner.
By the time they rushed about 200 meters in front of the city gate, the knights' bodies and armor were already covered with blood spots.
“Close the door!”
“Close the door quickly! Why don’t you close the door!”
The nearby civilians and soldiers were shouting, but the carriage that was on its side could not be moved for a while.
What's more, when the wealthy businessmen fled, they took away the horses but left behind a lot of debris, which hindered the militiamen from moving the carriages.
They grabbed the edge of the carriage, their faces flushed, and they just moved the carriage little by little to less than half a meter.
But in this little time, the opponent's commander had already discovered their abnormality.
These Kush knights even switched to attacking steps and rushed towards the city gate crazily.
I thought it was just a reconnaissance mission, but I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain. This huge benefit is actually their turn to be the Kush Knights? !
"Charge!" the leader of the knights roared.
After crossing a distance of more than 200 meters, as if in the blink of an eye, hundreds of Kush knights appeared in front of everyone.
The leading knight raised his sword high and slashed downwards, blood spurting out. The Xiaochi City militiamen who were coming towards him were hit in the face, and fell down with their heads covered.
The rest of the knights waved their swords. Under the high-speed impact, these militiamen were ripped open. Seven or eight people fell down while waving their swords.
The remaining nearly a hundred soldiers shook their swords and spears and stabbed randomly, but they were unable to cause any casualties to the knights.
The knights are still charging into the city gate. Killing the infantry blocking the way is nothing. The most difficult thing is to seize the city gate in time and hold on until the friendly forces arrive.
There is only about ten meters to the city gate. As long as you cross these ten meters, you will be the victory you dream of!
The bells became louder and louder, and more and more urgent. When the knight leader raised his knight sword and was about to chop, he subconsciously shrank his neck.
Then a huge force came from his forehead, and he tilted his head back uncontrollably, feeling severe pain in his forehead.
The knight guard next to him let out a miserable howl and fell off his horse, clutching his neck.
Friends who are often shot by bullets know that the feeling is that a lead bullet has grazed his helmet or just bounced off an inclined surface.
He reached out and touched the dents on the helmet and the hot metal powder. The leader was obviously angry, but he still had some doubts.
What was that just now? New spell?
"Bang——" The sound of gunshots echoed in the city gate.
The Kush knights who were charging suddenly lost momentum. The three leading knights spurted out streams of blood from their chests and slipped off their horses and fell to the ground.
In the doorway, a dozen nature priests and holy gunmen led by Armand all put down their holy guns and began to reload them.
Under the awed gazes of others, Armand showed no sign of joy. He quickly loaded the holy gun without any hesitation.
The Kush knights on the opposite side were stunned, not understanding what was happening and whether to continue the attack or retreat.
After just a few seconds of confusion, they were caught by the old mercenaries. They immediately roared: "Surround us, surround us, don't be stunned!"
The surrounding militiamen woke up from a dream, organized themselves again, and smashed their heads and faces with the Good Day Stick.
Of course these knights would not stand on their horses to fight them in close combat. Instead, they immediately turned their horses' heads and tried to open a small distance before charging again.
This charge must completely defeat these clowns who overestimate their capabilities before the door closes.
“Charge again!”
“Listen, Sir, are these reinforcements sent by Sir Cinnimon?”
"From the southeast, there are cavalry approaching quickly."
The untimely sound of horse hooves came, and the bells and horns overhead rang again.
The soldiers beside the doorway turned pale. Before they could repel this wave of extraordinary knights, another wave came. How should we fight this battle?
Holy Lord, is it possible that you really no longer protect your pious Xiaochi City?
The strange thing is that the knights who were still struggling at the city gate were now in chaos. They neither continued to attack nor fired arrows to harass.
It was as if he had been stunned, standing there blankly, showing no signs of moving.
"Boom——"
That is? The wealthy businessmen who were watching raised their heads, but although the sky was gloomy, there was no sign of rain.
Looking into the distance, they were shocked to find that under the broken clouds, a few rays of faint sunset were falling on the rolling flag in the distance.
The knight like a Valkyrie raised the battle flag in his hand. Among the seven or eight black and red flags, the pattern of the Holy Grail was so dazzling.
"It's the Salvation Army. The reinforcements from the Salvation Army have arrived!"
(End of this chapter)