landbeastnovel #398 - The united nobles of Kasha
#398 - The united nobles of Kasha
The wagons and debris scattered across the ground were smashed apart by long axes, with broken wooden frames and torn cloth scattered everywhere.
Several nimble teenagers sat in hanging baskets, lowered from the walls, pulling out the arrows stuck in the archway one by one.
Below the baskets, foot knights who had drunk the sleepiness potion and were wearing iron shackles dejectedly showed off their lace-trimmed chemises, walking barefoot on the muddy ground towards Little Pond City.
Even at this moment, the militiamen and citizens of Little Pond City had not yet recovered from their bewilderment.
The vanguard of over a hundred transcendent knights, a third of whom were banner knights, were mostly still wearing heavy armor.
Such a team of transcendent knights, even if they didn't besiege the city, would have no problem seizing the wide-open city gate.
But this strong army, which the Little Pond City militia had fought so hard against for so long, was so easily defeated by thirty-some squire knights?
You should know that although the militiamen of Little Pond City are militia, many are hired mercenaries, and many have been veterans of the battlefield for more than a decade.
A total of three cavalry charges were crushed by the Savior Army cavalry, which was far fewer in number.
Is this reasonable?
Citizens and wealthy merchants who had not had time to leave gathered on both sides of the street, looking at the cuirassiers riding tall horses with fearful expressions.
"Was that a witch just now? I saw it with my own eyes. It should be a witch who can control lightning or light."
"It's not magic. It is said that the Holy Father saw the suffering of the world and specially bestowed the Savior Divine Art."
"So what if she's a witch? As long as she can defeat the Church, what's wrong with cooperating with the devil?"
"That's right, it's salvation!"
Listening to the citizens' chattering discussions in her ears, Jeanne felt very helpless.
Due to the existence of "The Promised Heavenly Island," people did not have much aversion to Jeanne, who was actually a witch.
In their hearts, Jeanne was the reincarnation of an angel representing the Holy Father to punish sinners, which is why she had such great power of divine art.
The people of Little Pond City had never received any favor from Jeanne, at most they had only heard of the saintess's reputation in "The Holy Grandson's Expedition."
This at most only offset their aversion and was not enough for them to acknowledge Jeanne.
The only thing that made them breathe a sigh of relief was that at least Little Pond City had temporarily escaped the fate of being captured by the Allied Forces.
Some radical citizens even proposed the idea of actively attacking the noble coalition forces, but were sternly rejected by other citizens.
Although the Savior Army reinforcements had arrived and they felt at ease, they were still muttering in their hearts.
So far, the Savior Army had only sent more than two hundred Holy Rifle cavalry and more than four hundred Hussars.
In the eyes of the citizens of Little Pond City, Hussars were probably similar to mounted farmers. They all knew that the Beastmen's breathing technique talent was not strong.
After all, among the six hundred people who came, it was estimated that only two hundred were really capable of fighting.
But the Kasha Allied Forces had more than three thousand people and nearly a thousand knights. How could they resist this?
They hoped that the Savior Army's infantry could arrive within five days so that their encirclement could be lifted.
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Walking all the way from the narrow bluestone dirt road to a wooden hall painted with white paint, Armand made a gesture of invitation.
"Your Highness Jeanne, please go this way."
"When did you start calling me Your Highness? You should call me sister." Jeanne reached out and pinched Armand's cheek, causing a group of low-level monks to widen their eyes.
This was Bishop Richelieu who stirred up the situation in Little Pond City. How could he be pinched on the face so disrespectfully and still have to smile?
After putting down his baggage and armor, Jeanne followed Armand down the stairs from the first floor of the church, which was the underground dungeon.
At this time, in the dungeon, Crixus, the leader of the foot knights, had his upper clothes torn open and was locked to an iron chair with iron chains.
Horseflies were flying around, and flies were hovering over his head. In such hot weather, the branding iron in the stove made a chilling sound of molten iron bursting.
Jeanne, who entered, did not disturb him. Like an ordinary peasant woman, she picked up the rabbit fur thread of the Killer Rabbit and began to slowly sew and mend the battle flag.
After such a long period of consumption, these rabbit furs that had been so hard to collect and purchase were not enough.
The attendant wanted to notify the interrogator to come and salute, but was waved away by Armand.
"How many people are there in total?" The interrogator's pupils split in the middle, staring fiercely at Crixus.
The sweat hairs on his cheeks were curled by the branding iron. Crixus, the leader of the squire knights, said with tears in his eyes: "I demand the treatment of a knight. I have a ransom."
"Knights, knights are only worthy of licking the hair in my asshole. Are you going to talk or not?" The interrogator sneered, and the burly man wearing a black hood next to him began to take off his pants.
Crixus immediately shouted: "There are three thousand five hundred to three thousand eight hundred people, more than eight hundred and fifty knights."
"How many banner knights? How many attendants?"
"I don't know."
"Don't know? I'll tell you, this can be known." The interrogator snapped his fingers, and the hooded man behind him began to take off his pants again.
Crixus let out a cry like a cuckoo crying blood: "I really don't know. I am just an unknown little knight. Who would tell me?"
Armand pressed down the branding iron stick in the interrogator's hand: "These three thousand people, which way did they come from?"
"Uh, there is one branch on Nantes Avenue, two branches on King's Avenue, and one branch on Maison Horse Road…"
"Wait, do you mean that although there are more than three thousand people, they are divided into multiple routes?" Jeanne stopped sewing the battle flag with the bone needle magic thread.
"Saint Lord is above, I have not a word of falsehood. There are seven routes in total."
"Seven routes? They divided into seven routes to advance?" Armand even suspected that he had heard wrong.
Jeanne put down the battle flag in her hand and stared down at the knight named Crixus: "You only sent three thousand people. Why did you divide into seven routes to advance?"
Crixus licked his dry lips: "Count Matai and Baron Xixidon are mortal enemies and are unwilling to go together.
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Knight Haintzk fell behind due to illness, and Count Tyrol has always looked down on other nobles... The other nobles have various reasons..."
After Crixus's explanation, Jeanne gradually understood.
These Kasha noble coalition forces who set out were inherently full of contradictions and discords.
Out of the dignity and demeanor of the nobles, they did not accept each other and were unwilling to be inferior to others.
The many knights and nobles in Jinhe Township also refused to cooperate with each other. They were willing to unite mainly because of the Old Grandmother, Nidsal, and the Grand Archbishop of Jinhe Township.
But Kasha County was the base camp of the Huanno faction, and the power of the church had long been emptied.
Furthermore, no heroes like Old Grandmother or Nidsal were born, so it took more than a month to gather.
During this time, the troops raised in Little Pond City had gone north to fight a battle and lost and returned.
Divided into seven routes, each route had only three to five hundred people, one of which had already been defeated by Jeanne.
Little Pond City was divided enough to send troops to rescue Rapid Stream City in two routes. Unexpectedly, there were still experts?
Compared with this group of nobles, the troops sent by Little Pond City were actually considered united.
"When you came to attack the city, did they camp?" Jeanne reached out and grabbed Crixus's collar, staring into his eyes.
"I, I..." There was a faint sound of lightning crackling in the air, and Crixus's sweat hairs stood on end. He stammered and didn't know what to say.
"Speak, I'll only give you three seconds, three..."
Remembering the charred corpses on the battlefield, Crixus's heart thumped. He couldn't care about hiding anything and told everything he knew: "They camped, the vanguard camped, and the rear army was still marching and did not camp."
"In which location? Point it out on the map." Jeanne threw it away casually, and Crixus's body, weighing nearly one hundred and eighty pounds, was thrown more than half a meter away.
Raising 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 flew to the table and pointed out four locations on the map: "I only know these four."
"Didn't you divide into seven routes? One is gone, there should be six left. Why are there only four camps?"
"Two nobles were not on good terms with Lord Old Moritz, and we don't know the location of their camps."
"Draw the approximate location and possible range of activities."
Tiny lightning brushed past Crixus's neck. He shivered, lowered his head, and honestly drew two areas on the map.
Jeanne didn't speak, just stared at the map for a full five minutes, but what she asked was something else.
"Is it raining outside?"
Martin was stunned by Jeanne's question, and then looked at the other two monks next to him. One of them quickly walked to the window, pushed it open, and stuck his head out to look at the gloomy sky.
"It's not raining..." Before he could finish speaking, he felt something cold on his forehead. He touched it and found it was a raindrop, "Eh, it's raining, it's raining."
"Call all the Holy Rifle cavalry and Hussars to assemble, abandon all unnecessary baggage, change to fast horses, and leave the city with me in thirty minutes!" Jeanne's eyes were shining as if they were glowing.