Chapter 419 You should be called Bishop Mizam
The cane struck the saddle with a slight echo, Mizam nodded slightly to Arman, the joy and approval in his expression could not be hidden no matter how hard he tried.
"I must give you my congratulations. After this battle is over, I think His Royal Highness will definitely trust you more because of your outstanding contribution."
Countess Marika succeeded. Intercepted the Salvation Army that was marching at high speed, and successfully defeated the Salvation Army's right flank.
Although the opponent only has two squadrons left and are struggling to support themselves with carriages, defeat is only a matter of time.
Mizam thought it would be a brutal battle, but now it seems the situation has turned.
The opponent really couldn't stand it and decided to leave the position and fight them quickly. In the end, a huge flaw on the right wing was exposed.
The Salvation Army originally had 10,000 people, but one-third of them were killed in one breath, and the camp was also lost.
At least what Mizam can confirm is that the fact that they haven't appeared by this time means that his side has the complete upper hand.
"Your duty lies, Priest Mizam." Arman, who exuded a strong smell of blood, showed his big white teeth, "It was my soldiers who gained victory with their courage and blood. Holy Lord bless me. It just points the way.”
"Your Excellency Arman, Prince Condé often said that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I wonder if the position of a Duke or Marquis of the Border will be more in line with your abilities?"
"Haha Haha, Priest Mizam, you are joking." Alman licked his lips knowingly, "With your ability, the position of a county bishop is too small. Before this, where would I be?"
"Hey, this is something that can only be decided by the Holy Lord. How can I comment?" Even Mizam, who has always been indifferent to emotions and anger, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He took out a A piece of paper was handed to Arman.
"Is this?"
"My letter of victory has been written. Take a look at it and make sure it is confirmed. I will send it out."
Arman received the letter and glanced at it quickly. He could only say that Mizam was too comprehensive. Even with this kind of word engraving, he did a pretty good job.
"Immaculate." Arman handed the letter back.
The two of them tacitly divided up the results of the battle in just half a minute, and then turned their attention back to the battlefield.
After all, big victory, small victory and tragic victory are all the same in Mizam's letter, but the aftermath is very different.
"How is the war going now?" Considering that he was a newbie in the battle, although Mizam was reluctant to part with it, he still handed over the specific command of the battle to Arman.
"The right wing of the Salvation Army collapsed, leaving only some civilians and two squadrons. These two squadrons are really good. They can retreat in an orderly manner after fighting like this. If we can persuade them to surrender..."
"No." Mi Zam flatly refused, "They are the Salvation Army, and the prince will not allow it."
"Okay." Arman smacked his mouth. After all, Mizam represents Prince Condai and the church. , he couldn't afford to offend him casually.
“What to do next?” Mizam waved his hand, “The Salvation Army is probably blocked by Marika’s troops and won’t be able to come for a while. Is it too late for us to change our formation now?”
"It's too late. I tried it. It takes at least half an hour for them to change formations. Isn't that a joke?
After our oblique attack, the formation has changed from a straight line to an arc. Don't get entangled with these broken troops. Send two large square infantry to suppress them. The main force is alone..."
Halfway through the words, Arman Suddenly stopped, he suddenly turned his head, listened intently, and his expression gradually became serious: "You said Marika has entangled the Salvation Army? "
"Yes. "
"When was the last time you and Marika informed each other of their locations? ”
Mizam did not speak, and Arman’s eyes immediately turned to Count Koma.
Earl Koma's upper and lower teeth collided: "We have no agreement. According to common sense, she should report the situation to Priest Mizam or you."
"I did not receive any notification." Arman shook his head.
Mizam realized something was wrong: "We heard continuous gunfire..."
Arman ignored the etiquette, grabbed Mizam's hand and asked: "This The frequency of the gunfire is wrong. They all fired the gunshots at intervals. How could it be so chaotic, and it was also far away and sometimes close? When did the sound of the gunfire change? Do you still have any impression?"
"We? After we walked out, it was still ringing, but when we passed by, we saw them fighting. ”
Count Koma seemed to have remembered something: "But after a few loud noises, the frequency of the gunfire decreased, that's probably when it happened."
"Wait, you mean, after a few loud noises, , the frequency of gunfire decreased?"
"Yes."
"After it decreased, you didn't send the cavalry to investigate, but just walked over like this?" Zam asked blankly: "No, I sent the knights to check, and they all said they were still fighting and fighting in full swing."
"Which knight?"
"Who are these mercenary knights?"
No one has ever seen Arman, who has always been elegant and gentle, make such an expression.
The mouth was pursed tightly, and there seemed to be invisible snot under the nose. Arman kept wiping it with his fingers, and it was almost on fire from the friction.
The other hand was placed on the back of the head, scratching it as if it was bleeding.
There was a dizzying tinnitus in his ears, and Arman already felt a little numb before he even fought the lightning witch.
How can those mercenary knights go deep into the battlefield? They cherish their lives very much. It is common for them to make up false information when they are pressed.
They are just wandering knights. They have never been beaten and run away. There is no need to risk their lives.
It’s time to let the local knights of Lower River County investigate. They can run away, but the knights can’t run away from the manor. They are the most willing to do dangerous tasks.
But Mizam just asked the local knights of River to guard the camp, and let the mercenary knights go to the most dangerous places to collect information.
Why would you make such an extremely low-level mistake?
Arman pulled his hair in frustration.
Mizam's usually overly reliable image confuses Arman, and he forgets that this is a priest who has never been to independently command a war!
He should have thought long ago that Mizam is just a counselor. What he is best at is making plans, but he just can't lead an army independently.
He may have an extremely clear idea of what fonts and sentences to use in documents, he can talk eloquently about high-level strategies, and he can strategically create a battlefield that is absolutely suitable for performance.
But he doesn’t know anything about this most basic battlefield details!
Alman gritted his teeth and took a deep breath: "You guys, go to that direction immediately. When you encounter the Salvation Army, blow the horn..."
Armen didn't even finish his words. , a sharp-eyed knight pointed into the black smoke and shouted: "Look, look over there."
The soil slope that was originally shrouded in black smoke was now gradually burning due to the extinguishing of the fire source. Appearing from the smoke.
A dozen black figures stood upright on the hillside, with the red-bottomed horse-headed heraldic flags representing the Arcor family fluttering.
Seeing that the other party had discovered themselves, the dozen Kush knights immediately turned back and disappeared into the black smoke.
“Stop them!” Mizam, who vaguely knew that he had made a big mistake, looked ferocious, sat up on his horse, pointed in that direction and shouted.
A group of knights immediately emerged from the formation and rushed towards the slope.
Before they had even taken a few steps forward, they felt the air around them begin to fluctuate violently, the blades of grass rustled, and the black smoke rolled up throughout the battlefield.
This sudden and unnatural wind swept across, and many people couldn't help but raise their hands in front of their faces to prevent the black smoke from being blown into their mouths and noses.
"Cough cough cough -" Coughing violently, Mizam put down his wind-shielding hand.
Although the black smoke on the battlefield has not yet dissipated, the black smoke within more than 100 meters in front of the Salvation Army and behind the Church Army has dissipated a lot.
"Ah——"
Dozens of firelights rose from behind, and the swaying wind blew the corners of Mizam's clothes. He stood blankly, his whole soul They have to be evacuated from the body.
Ten Salvation Army infantry regiments are arranged in an extremely neat array, standing behind the twelve infantry phalanxes of the Church Army.
The spears were densely packed like a forest of steel, and the black barrels rested against the hard breastplate and shoulder armor.
Between the black smoke and the mountains in the distance, a row of war monks filled all the vision.
Neither the Hussars nor the North Knights are in the legion. It is estimated that they are fighting with the Lower River Knights in the smoke at this moment.
Jeanne and Horne were standing at the forefront of the army riding carrots and grapes respectively. Next to Jeanne's saddle was the head of Countess Marika, which was smashed by a gear leather cannon.
Horn, whose lips were chapped and pale, looked pale. He occasionally raised his head, and occasionally lowered his head to fiddle with the electric gold pendant in his hand in confusion.
Arman's throat had never been so dry.
(End of this chapter)