When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#272 - Like walking on flat ground!

"Why aren't they staying put in Ash Hearth Town? What are they doing near Joan of Arc Castle?"

Hearing the news brought by his servant, Monteak, dressed in silk pajamas, jumped straight out of bed in shock.

Isn't this courting death? What is the commander thinking?

He had already informed Horne of the edict and the specific situation. Anyone with a brain should know that they are no match for the Edict Knights.

The best option should be to hold Ash Hearth Town, wait for the Knights of the North to arrive, and slowly wear down the strength of the Edict Knights.

"My lord, what should we do now?"

Monteak took off his silk pajamas and casually tossed them on the floor.

Pulling out a relatively clean linen shirt from the pile of messy clothes, he put it on and said, "Leave 100 people to garrison Joan of Arc Castle, and the remaining 250 will come with me."

Under the gloomy sky, a mixed force of 3000 infantry and cavalry marched quickly on the muddy road.

The flags at the front were carried by the two flag bearers who followed Berault.

When Monteak appeared on the left side of the formation with 250 Royal Constitution Knights, Berault immediately noticed.

He did not act rashly but went to Berault's side: "Battalion Commander, Mr. Monteak is here."

Berault had already noticed. He turned his horse around and came to face Monteak directly: "Lord Monteak, why did you leave the city?"

"Didn't the Archbishop say it? These short hairs must be wiped out, there's no other way!" Monteak didn't wear a helmet, letting his greasy brown hair hang behind his ears. "I'm here to help."

"You better really be here to help." Berault snorted coldly and returned directly to the formation.

Instructing his subordinates to "pay more attention later" to this Royal Constitution Knight, Berault took no further action and continued marching.

After all, the Royal Constitution Knights were not in the same system as him, and he couldn't order them to do anything.

Moreover, the opportunity was rare, and he had no time to waste with this lowly Frankish fop.

"Has the situation of the short hairs been investigated clearly? How many troops do they have? What is their current location?"

"It has been investigated clearly." Berault beckoned, and an attendant knight ran over quickly.

"Battalion Commander, according to the current intelligence, the short hairs have five to six companies, about 100 or so cavalry, and twenty or so carts carrying supplies, totaling about 2000-3000 people, currently about 10 miles away from us."

Berault sneered, as expected of an army composed of farmers, even a night raid requires bringing pots and pans.

Berault asked, "Where is that warlock Horne?"

"He is also in the formation."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure." The attendant knight said decisively, "I saw him with my own eyes."

Berault nodded: "Go and confirm the location again, don't let them run away, be sure to catch up with them before they return to Ash Hearth Town."

"Yes, sir."

The attendant knight left with a few rangers. Berault turned his head and silently counted his troops.

They had a total of 100 Edict Knights, 150 Banner Knights, 200 Attendant Knights, and 100 second-rate Ypres Knights and Temple Knights.

A total of 550 transcendent knights.

If you include the 250 Royal Constitution Knights who won't hold them back, they have 800 transcendent knights.

However, Berault estimated that he had to keep 50 transcendent knights to prevent the Royal Constitution Knights from causing trouble, so he could actually only use 500 transcendent knights.

Back then, 900 Frankish transcendent knights crushed the Blood Winter Riot of 300,000 people. There was no problem for him, Berault, to use 500 transcendent knights to defeat 3,000 farmers.

Moreover, he still had 2,000 Night Watch guards and 300 armored sergeants.

The entire Joan of Arc Castle could be said to be out in force, determined to capture Horne.

"Battalion Commander." The attendant knights who had just run out suddenly ran back, "Battalion Commander, those short hairs suddenly turned and are heading towards our oblique side."

"Turned? Oblique side?" Drawing a parchment scroll from the wooden tube at his waist, Berault unfolded the map, his finger constantly sliding on the map, "They want to go to that abandoned Pavia village?"

Berault clicked his tongue.

Years of battlefield intuition made Berault feel uneasy.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like luring the enemy.

But he thought again, what's the use of luring the enemy?

Did they ambush the other legions in that abandoned village? Even if they all go together, what's the use even if it's an ambush?

If they win, they can't catch up with the knights. If they lose, they can't outrun the knights. Even if they fight hard and consume them, can they compete with the endurance of the knights?

Although he speculated in his heart, Berault's expression did not change. He shouted into the crowd and called a captain of the lancer team.

"Send ten lancer teams to chase after them and harass their advance."

30 transcendent knights left quickly, running towards the direction of the Salvation Army's advance.

"Grab some nearby farmers and ask them if they saw the Salvation Army last night."

"Yes."

Before long, five people dressed as nearby farmers were grabbed by the knights and thrown in front of Berault like they were throwing objects.

"I ask you." Berault put his knight's sword on the head of the first farmer, "When did you see the short hairs?"

"No, I didn't see them."

A cold light flashed, and the head fell to the ground, the old farmer's face still wearing a shocked expression.

"Even if you couldn't see them when they came, you should have seen them just now, and you still can't see them!" Berault pressed the blood-stained long sword against the neck of a shepherd, "When did you see them?"

"Last night, I saw them herding sheep last night."

"I was sleeping at night, I just saw them."

"I saw their cavalry in the evening, I slept at night, but I heard the sound of their marching."

Berault and the other knights grabbed and asked, and interrogated more than a dozen nearby farmers in a row. The earliest answer was yesterday evening.

"Battalion Commander, why are you asking them this?" Berault asked.

"Because this can confirm that they only arrived in this area last night and didn't have time to build earthworks and other fortifications."

Berault made a final decision: "They are in a hurry, this is an encounter! Order the entire army to march quickly and engage in battle near Pavia Village!"

Between the winding streams and the lush green bushes, hundreds of knights surged, the firelight of the torches reflecting on their helmets.

Behind them, thousands of conscripted mercenaries, Night Watch guards, and armored sergeants raised torches, the smell of burning resin permeating the damp air.

In the carriages at the rear, a dozen monks held jars of holy oil, constantly praying to Misala and the Holy Father not to die in the war.

After turning and marching for nearly an hour, at about ten o'clock in the morning, they finally arrived at the planned Pavia Village battlefield.

Intense sounds of battle came from behind the sparse woods, and a dozen plumes of pungent smoke rose lazily.

Damn it, these farmers are actually making a fire to cook? Berault was about to laugh out loud.

Bypassing the woods, this abandoned village, located on a mound, finally revealed its original shape.

It is located on a gently sloping mound, covered with bushes and sparse low trees.

There are four or five streams and river beaches passing nearby, and the network of streams surrounds the entire slope.

For ordinary cavalry, this natural trench will have a great impact.

But for the blessed transcendent knights, a water depth of less than one meter is not a problem, at most they will slow down a little when passing.

In the open space in front of the slope, Berault led the country knights to charge left and right, scattering the beastmen skirmishers.

On the gentle slope, three companies of about 500 people were arranged in a horizontal formation of 60 people, distributed in an inverted V-shape behind the bushes.

Further back, it seemed that because the battle width could not be spread out, there were still two reserve teams that did not move.

Berault narrowed his eyes. In front of the gentle slope, there were a dozen small nobles or knight stewards nearby.

They were stripped naked, and long thorns were inserted from the back door and pierced out from the throat or mouth.

"Berault, you lead 150 Ypres Knights and Temple Knights of the attendant rank to launch a revolving charge."

"Several monks, please cast the blessing of smooth walking!"