Chapter 398 Seizing the Camp and Killing the Generals


Chapter 398 Seizing the Camp and Killing the General

The dark clouds were split by thunder and lightning, and rainwater poured down the crack like a waterfall.

The majestic rain was like waves floating in the air, rolling overwhelmingly on the tarpaulin of the tent and the flag and coat of arms of Count Mattai.

In the puddle next to the leather boots of the patrolling soldiers, blisters or small water jets were smashed out from time to time.

Horses and spiked wooden stakes were placed haphazardly on the outside of the camp. Hundreds of large and small tents were swaying back and forth in the strong wind, and the canvas was blown by the wind.

Although it was just after dinner, it was difficult to light a fire on a rainy night, so most of the soldiers were resting in their tents.

Occasionally, guards captains and other officers would gather together, hide in small tents, light the cheapest oil lamps, and throw wood chips and dice down on the low wooden table again and again.

Occasionally they would raise their heads and close the door curtain to prevent the flying rainwater from seeping through the gaps.

Every time at this time, they would cast their jealous and hateful eyes on the most luxurious tent in the center, which was the tent of Count Mattai and the knights.

The most popular knights will come to the big tent to have dinner with the noble Count Mattai. Only the big shots can enjoy the armed peasant daughters or citizens' daughters found from nearby.

The most painful thing in this camp is the soldiers in the hut next to the checkpoint.

The temporary straw hut was leaking wind from all sides for the view, and the rain blew obliquely on their bodies. Only a cloak and a straw curtain could cover them.

Even though it was summer, the gatekeeper who was leaning on the brazier with his spear still sneezed.

However, summer thunderstorms always come intermittently, and it didn’t take long before the sound of rain hitting the thatched shed began to patter.

Turning his head and looking at the brightly lit tent, the guard yawned loudly and cursed jealously: "Fine wine and delicious food, just wait to go to hell, ouch."


A flash of white light suddenly appeared, frightening the soldiers who were about to fall asleep.

He raised his head and looked at the gray clouds. A purple lightning made a hole in the sky.

"Boom!"

At this time, the thunder echoed from the valley and the wilderness, rushing towards the camp, like thousands of horses galloping.

"Holy Lord, what do I think?" The frightened soldier looked at the rainy night for a long time, but on the rainy night without the moon, there was only mist and dead branches like wizard fingers. leaf.

Maybe it's an illusion? He was really paranoid. The guard shook his head mockingly. On such a rainy night, is there any use for a gatekeeper like him?

Comforting himself, the soldier turned around, leaned his spear against the pillar, spread his legs, and tried to undo his belt for convenience.

But somehow, he still felt nervous, as if some danger was coming.

Lightning came to the world, and the mountains, forests and camps were as bright as day again. The soldier subconsciously glanced away.

Wait a minute, what is that black shadow dancing in the rain?

Dazzling golden light bloomed in front of the guard's eyes. He didn't even have time to fasten his half-unbuttoned belt. He pulled up his trousers and rushed towards the horn hanging on the pillar.

"Xi Lv Lv——"

"Go away, kneel down and don't kill!"

The electric light illuminated the saint's armor in the rain, and the reflection on the armor The white light burned and jumped like a flame.

Jeanne's face was wet from the rain, and her hair, dyed light golden by magic, stuck randomly to her temples. She stared down at the guard, like a Valkyrie in Norn mythology.

In the thunder of the rainy night, the black war horse leaped into the air on all fours, flying above the horses and spikes.

The guard felt an explosion-like pain in his right arm. Peiran hit his chest with a huge force, knocking his feet off the ground and flying more than two meters away.

The horse's hooves on the hind limbs stepped on the muddy ground. Black Radish lifted up his two front feet and hit the ground hard, causing mud to splash everywhere.

The wailing of the guards was completely obscured by the sound of rain and thunder.

“Boom!”

Lightning in the rainy night flew out of Jeanna's palm and hit the Juma crossbar across the ground, creating a hole.

Hundreds of cavalry moved the two ends of the burning crossbar and filed in through this small opening.

Raising the battle flag high, Jeanne's eyes instantly locked onto the brightly lit tent.

Among the countless dark dwarf tents, it is too conspicuous.

“Charge quickly!”

After shouting this command, Jeanne rushed out like an arrow from a string, followed by more than 200 holy gun cavalry, and more than 300 hussars fell behind.

The distance from the camp gate to the main tent is only a few hundred meters. Count Mattai did not even stagger the main tent and the camp gate, but placed them directly at the end of the camp gate avenue.

Other patrol guards along the way were still napping or playing cards. One second they lowered their heads to see mud and dice, and the next they raised their heads they saw arcs drawn by hammers, spears and sabers.

Corpses with brains exploded or only necks remaining fell on the roadside, and the hot bloody smell rose together with the rain. "Warning, warning!"

"Your Excellency, there is trouble. Blow the trumpet."

The halberdiers at the door noticed the chaos. Four halberdiers bent down, raised their three-meter-long halberds, and pointed them at the halberds. Jeanne at the front.

"Get down, stupid peasant woman!"

Four halberds swung with afterimages, and hooked towards Jeanne's neck, shoulders and thighs on both sides.

"Get away! Lackey!" Jeanne's pupils were about to be overwhelmed by the light of mana. She waved her right hand and the electric light lit up.

The dazzling white light turned into purple-blue lightning, which followed the rain and penetrated into the gaps in the armor of the halberdiers.

Amidst the four neat howls of "eh" that sounded like an appointment, the twitching body fell straight to both sides.

Riding on the back of Black Carrot, Jeanne jumped into the wine-smelling tent uninvited.

The war horse jumped on the table, trampled the white porcelain dishes, kicked over the gold candlesticks, kidney beans, sea bass, and the incense burner with green smoke rolled to the floor.

The incense burner lit the luxurious silk, and the flames flowed on the exquisite carved seats.

"Who? Who are you?"

"Get out, this is not a place for you to run wild!"

The nobles pulled out the long swords at their waists and moved toward them in surprise and anger. The female knight who broke into their banquet roared.

The pillars of the tent let out a wail of broken wood fibers, and the entire big tent was crumbling.

Ignoring the knight guards who were slashing at her with their swords, Jeanne spread her fingers on her left and right hands. She showed no expression and just slowly moved her hands to both sides of her body.

Before the armored sergeants and knights who came from nearby and tried to rescue the siege approached, a flash of light as bright as day broke out in the tent.

Immediately afterwards, a hurricane rolled up in the originally brightly lit tent, the curtains and canvas blew, and even the rainwater flew away.

The entire battlefield was quiet for about two or three seconds before Count Mattai's head popped out from behind the curtain.

First the top of the head, then the eyes, nose, mouth and chin, then his neck dripping with blood, and the golden flag gun inserted in his neck.

"Noble ones!" Jeanne's face turned pale in the electric light, and her voice seemed to be sarcastic and commanding, "Kneel down! In the name of your holy grandson, kneel down!"

As soon as Jeanna finished speaking, the tent behind her collapsed.

On the carpet wrapped in mud, there were more than forty corpses scattered in various directions, as well as wandering orioles and girls who kept screaming.

The knights and monks stood blankly. It must have been less than five minutes since the camp gate was broken down.

They have arrived as soon as possible!

But now the entire camp was in chaos. The guards had no time to put on their armor before they were chopped down one by one by the hussars.

"Didn't you hear that?" Jeanne flicked her flag gun forward, and Count Mattei's head rolled in front of them, "I tell you to kneel down!"

Several armored sergeants looked at each other. , then looked at the corpses on the ground and the lightning dancing on Jeanna's body, sighed, put away the weapon with a grimace, and knelt on the muddy ground.

For almost half an hour, the sound of fighting was gradually obscured by the sound of rain.

Among the groups of mournful captives, Jeanne sat in the tent, biting the remaining roast suckling pigs of the nobles unceremoniously.

The rest of the Holy Gun Cavalry also remained silent and gathered around Jeanna to eat.

The cavalrymen who fought three battles in a row couldn't taste the wine, barbecue, and precious spices, but just stuffed them all roughly into their mouths.

A blush appeared on Colebo's cheeks, obviously due to excitement: "...there were more than 300 guards, nearly 100 knights, and more than 200 captured guards. Only six or seven knights escaped. The rest either surrendered or were killed or wounded."

"I don't want you to tell me this." After biting into the pig bones, she chewed them and swallowed them. "The last two camps were inquiring. Are you here?”

“No, I didn’t ask for any specific information, but it’s not around here.”

“What is the closest and most powerful camp to us?”


"Count Moussac, the untitled knight, has more than 600 people in his camp, including more than 200 knights."

Wipe the grease on the plate with bread, Jeanne After swallowing his stomach three times, he stood up, looking pale but energetic: "We will set off in five minutes. The target is the Musak camp."

(End of this chapter)

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