Chapter 397 The United Nobles of Kasha County
The carriage debris lying on the ground was smashed and smashed by the long axe, and the broken wooden frame and torn pieces of cloth were scattered on the ground.
A few young men with nimble hands and feet sat in the hanging basket, hanging along the wall, and pulled out the arrows stuck in the vault one by one.
Under the hanging basket, after drinking the secret potion of sleepiness, the shackled infantry knights dejectedly exposed Xiumiz's lace long-sleeved shirts and walked barefoot on the mud towards Koike Castle. go.
Up to this time, the militiamen and citizens of Xiaochi City have not yet recovered from their confusion.
Among the hundreds of extraordinary knights in the vanguard, one-third of them were square flag knights, most of whom were wearing heavy armor.
Such a team of extraordinary knights, not to mention attacking the city, would have no problem seizing the wide open city gate.
But this powerful army of Xiaochi City militiamen who had been fighting fiercely for so long was so easily defeated by more than thirty retinue knights?
You must know that although the militiamen in Xiaochi City are militiamen, many of them are hired mercenaries. Many of them are veterans who have been fighting on the battlefield for more than ten years.
A total of three cavalry charges were made, but they were defeated by the Salvation Army cavalry who were far outnumbered.
Is this reasonable?
Citizens and wealthy businessmen who had not had time to leave gathered on both sides of the street, looking at these cuirassiers on tall horses with a look of fear.
“That one just now is a witch, right? What I saw with my own eyes should be a witch who can control lightning or light.”
“It’s not a magic spell, it’s said to be specially given by the Holy Father after seeing the suffering in the world. "What about the witch? As long as we can defeat the church, what's wrong with cooperating with the devil?"
"That's right, save the world!"
Listening to the chattering discussions of the citizens, Jeanne, who was sitting on the horse, felt helpless.
Due to the existence of "The Promised Paradise Island", people don't have much dislike for Jeanne, the actual witch.
In their hearts, Jeanne is the reincarnation of an angel who punishes sinners on behalf of the Holy Father, so she has this powerful magic.
The people of Xiaochi City have never received any favor from Jeanne. At most, they have only heard of the saint's reputation in "The Expedition of the Saint Sun".
This can at most offset their bad feelings, but it is not enough to make them admit Jeanne.
The only thing that made them relieved was that at least Xiaochi City had temporarily escaped the fate of being captured by the coalition forces.
Some radical citizens even proposed the idea of attacking the noble coalition, but they were viciously rejected by other citizens.
Although reinforcements from the Salvation Army have arrived and my heart is at peace, I am still murmuring.
So far, the Salvation Army has sent only more than 200 holy gun cavalry and more than 400 hussars.
In the eyes of the citizens of Xiaochi City, hussars are probably similar to farmers on horseback. They all know that lycanthropes are not very talented in breathing techniques.
After all, of the 600 people who came, only about 200 were actually able to fight.
But the Kasha coalition has an army of more than 3,000 people and nearly a thousand knights. How can they resist it?
Hopefully the Salvation Army infantry will arrive within five days so their siege can be lifted.
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Walking all the way from the narrow bluestone dirt road to a wooden hall covered with white paint, Armand made a gesture of invitation.
"Your Highness Jeanne, leave from here."
"When do you call me Your Highness, you should call me sister." Jeanne stretched out her hand and pinched Armand's cheek, letting him All the low-level monks' eyes widened.
This is Bishop Richelieu who stirred up the turmoil in Koike City. How come he still laughs at his face being pinched so disrespectfully?
Putting down the baggage and armor, following Armand, Jeanne descended the steps from the first floor of the church to the underground dungeon.
In the dungeon at this time, Crixus, the leader of the infantry knights, had his shirt torn off and was chained to an iron chair.
Gadflies were flying and flies were hovering above his head. In such hot weather, the soldering iron in the stove made a frightening sound of molten iron exploding.
Jeanne did not disturb her as she entered, just like an ordinary peasant woman. She picked up the thin thread of rabbit hair from the killer rabbit and began to slowly sew and mend the battle flag.
After such a long period of consumption, the rabbit fur that was finally collected and purchased is somewhat insufficient.
The footman wanted to inform the interrogator to come over and salute, but Armand waved him away.
"How many people are there in total?" The interrogator's pupils were slit from the middle and he stared at Crixus fiercely.
The hair on his cheeks was curled by the iron, and Crixus, the leader of the knights, said with tears in his eyes: "I demand the treatment of a knight, and I have a ransom."
" Knight, the knight is only worthy of licking the hair of my swallow, are you going to tell me?" The interrogator sneered, and the big man wearing a black hood next to him began to take off his pants.
Crix immediately shouted: "There are between 3,500 and 3,800 people, and more than 850 knights." "How many square flags? How many attendants?"
"I don't know."
"Don't know? I tell you, you can know this." The interrogator snapped his fingers, and the hooded man behind him began to take off his pants again.
Crix cried out like a cuckoo weeping blood: "I really don't know. I am just an unknown little knight. Who can tell me?"
Armand pressed the iron stick in the interrogator's hand: "These more than three thousand people came through that road."
"Well, there is one on the Avenue Nantes, two on the King's Avenue, and Mason There is a horse trail..."
"Wait, you mean, although there are more than 3,000 people, they are divided into multiple marches?" Jeanna stopped sewing the battle flag with bone needle monster yarn.
"Holy Lord, I am not lying at all, there are seven routes in total."
"Seven routes? They divided into seven routes to march?" Armand even suspected that he heard wrongly.
Jeanna put down the battle flag in her hand, lowered her head and stared at the knight named Crixus: "You only sent three thousand people, why did you divide the army into seven groups?"
Crix licked his dry lips: "Count Mattai and Baron Cheseton are mortal enemies and are unwilling to go together.
The Knight of Harnzsk fell ill and fell last, and the Count of Tyrol always looked down on other nobles... The remaining nobles had various reasons..."
After Crixus' explanation, Jeanne Gradually it became clear.
The coalition of Kasha nobles who went on the expedition had various internal conflicts and discords.
Out of the dignity and demeanor of the nobles, they were unwilling to accept each other.
Many knights and nobles of Jinhe Township were also unwilling to cooperate with each other. It was mainly because of the old grandmother, Niedersall and the Archbishop of Jinhe Township that they were willing to unite.
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Cococaxia County is the base camp of the Juannos, and the church's influence has long been eliminated.
There was no outstanding person like Grandma or Niedersall, so it took more than a month to assemble.
At this stall, the troops raised by Xiaochi City all went north to fight and lost in battle.
The troops were divided into seven groups, each with only three to five hundred men. One of them had been defeated by Jeanne.
When Koike City soldiers were divided into two groups to rescue Rapid City, they were already divided enough. Didn’t they expect that there would be experts?
Compared with this group of nobles, the troops sent by Xiaochi City were actually united.
"Did they set up camp when you came to attack the city?" Jeanne reached out and grabbed Crixus by the collar and stared into his eyes.
"I, I..." There was a faint sound of lightning crackling in the air, and Crixus' hair stood on end, stammering and not knowing what to say.
"Speak, I will only give you three seconds, three..."
Thinking of the corpses on the battlefield that had been electrocuted into charcoal, Crixus' heart was pounding. He didn't care about concealing anything and spoke out what he knew: "The camp has been set up. The front army has set up camp. The rear army is still marching and has not set up camp."
"Where is it? Click it on the map." Jeanne threw it away, and Crixus' nearly 180-pound body was thrown more than half a meter away.
Lifting up his face full of scratches, he climbed up from the ground in a panic, and a bolt of lightning passed between his legs, splitting the ground into darkness.
Not daring to neglect, Crixus quickly rushed to the table and pointed out four locations on the map: "I know these four."
"It's not divided. Seven routes? There should be six more. Why are there only four camps?”
"Draw the approximate orientation and possible range of activities."
A tiny lightning flashed across Crixus' neck. He shuddered, lowered his head, and honestly drew two on the map. area.
Jeanne didn't speak, she just stared at the map for five minutes, but what she just asked was another matter.
"Is it raining outside?"
Martin was stunned by Jeanne's question, and then looked at the other two monks beside him. One of them quickly walked to the window and pushed it open. window, stick your head out and look at the gloomy sky.
"It's not raining..." As soon as he said the words, he felt a little cold on his forehead, but when he touched it with his hand, there were traces of raindrops, "Hey, it's raining, it's raining."
"Call all the holy guns. The cavalry and hussars gathered together, abandoned all the extra baggage, changed to fast horses, and followed me out of the city in thirty minutes!" Jeanne's eyes were so bright that they seemed to be shining.
(End of this chapter)