When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1068: Join forces together

A pungent, smoky wind blew past her ears, and burning houses and fences pointed Jeanne's way forward.

Jeanne pulled out a battle flag made of ironwood, and with a flick of her wrist, the flag, woven from demonic silkworm silk, wrapped around the shaft of her spear.

The electric currents surged, instantly making the silken flag harder than steel.

This is a gift from Charles VIII to Horn, a rare treasure obtained in exchange for an overseas island, which is even more useful than ordinary monster fur.

"charge!"

With a tremor of their spears, the three ranks of over fifty cavalrymen instantly pressed forward towards the scattered mercenaries.

In the relatively narrow city alleys, dozens of cavalrymen lined up in three rows, pressing forward like a wall, and the impact was still quite considerable.

In fact, this tactic was often used by the great nobles and the church when they mobilized the Knights Templar to suppress civic uprisings.

As for the soldiers who were still looting in the square and streets and besieging the Knights Hall, they were completely caught off guard.

The attack on the Knights' Hall was going well, but then a troop of cavalry suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

As the fifty-odd cavalrymen charged in, the dull thud of flesh colliding with flesh was immediately followed by occasional flashes of dazzling white light.

Faced with the charging cavalry, especially those with extraordinary abilities, the kingdom's soldiers were like waves pushed aside by the bow of a ship, scattering to both sides.

They forcefully cleared a path for Jeanne and her companions to reach the Knights' Hall.

"Surround them, spearmen!"

Scrambling to his feet, the leading bandit knight, leaning against the flowerbed, shouted at the momentarily bewildered soldiers.

"These aren't professional cavalry; they're too slow. Hook them down!"

"Short-haired devil!"

"Redneck!"

Seeing the Holy Alliance cavalry slow down, the mercenaries quickly jumped up and brandished their halberds to hook the people on horseback.

After the horses slowed down, the cavalrymen on horseback did not panic, but they also did not charge.

They simply picked up the wind-up pistol from the side of the saddle.

They were at night, but there were fires, some at a distance but dense. They were not professional cavalry, but they were equipped with Cannedy 1453 breech-loading spring-loaded guns.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of whistling sounds rang out.

The leather armor burst open, and the chainmail shattered into pieces on the ground with a clang. The blood mist even faintly appeared orange in the firelight.

Twenty soldiers screamed and fell to the ground. The howling of the holy wind immediately triggered psychological trauma in many soldiers who had participated in the Battle of Thousand River Valley.

Before they could even see Jeanne clearly, they were terrified, dropped their weapons, and fled in all directions.

"You bunch of cowards!" The bandit knight, the mercenary captain, jumped up and down in anger.

However, he was also wary of those clockwork guns and dared not mount a horse for battle.

Hiding behind the arcade in the city square, he drew his longbow and fired continuously, not daring to approach.

"Don't look back, charge straight in!"

Sensing the whistling arrows behind her, Jeanne shouted directly to the other cavalrymen around her.

These cavalrymen were called cavalrymen, but many of them were actually mages or infantry officers with poor horsemanship.

It's good for traveling, barely good for charging, but not for mounted combat.

While the rebels are still reeling from the initial attack, quickly regroup in the Knights' Hall and try to capture the two arrow towers.

After years of war, Jeanne only needed a glance in the dim firelight to confirm it—

If we control both arrow towers, we have at least a 70% chance of winning tonight.

"Michelle, we're short-handed, let's go call some more." Arriving at the wall of the Knights' Hall, Jeanne turned around and threw out a bolt of lightning.

Immediately, more than a dozen soldiers collapsed, their faces blackened and smoke emanating from the gaps in their helmets, emitting a rotten egg smell.

On the other side, Michelle, braving a hail of arrows, was the first to break through the gate of the Knights' Hall and roared towards the hall, "Hey, is anyone still alive?"

"Open the door!"

After putting on his ring armor and fastening his boat-shaped helmet to his head, Tora, panting heavily, roared at the guards and militia.

"now?"

"Yes, we're going to support our allies."

"it is good……"

"Wait!" A representative rushed out and grabbed Tora's wrist. "No rush."

"What's the rush? Are we going to hide in the Knights' Hall like cowards while our allies are fighting a bloody battle abroad?"

"This rebel army just hasn't been able to gather too many people yet. Although they have more than fifty riders now, they are no match for the other side's more than five hundred men."

Let's wait and see how things develop before deciding when to open the door. Otherwise, if we open it, it'll be too late to close it!

Tora turned her head sharply, her eyes wide, staring intently at the representative.

Even Bradak, who was full of excitement, froze, his smile and excitement gone.

The representative's point was that he was afraid of the risks of fighting out, and would rather watch his allies fight alone than compromise his own safety.

Are these the same representatives they elected through legislation?

"What do you mean, Representative Malameon?"

Torassen's cold tone sent a chill down Malameon's spine.

He released Tora's wrist, but immediately regained his composure: "As soon as it gets light, the Council of Sixteen will realize what's happening."

Now that the Holy Alliance reinforcements have arrived, we still have time. In the name of our 45-member guild, I forbid you from opening the gates.

"What makes you think you represent the guild of forty-five?" Bradak, wearing ill-fitting armor, strode over and roared at Malameon.

"Alright, let's vote!" Malameon immediately turned around triumphantly and shouted to the other representatives on the two rows of benches behind him.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard a whooshing sound behind him.

Turning his head to the side, he vaguely saw Bradak's ferocious face, then felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and his eyes rolled back.

Stepping over the fallen Malameon, Bradak gasped for breath: "With the Holy Alliance reinforcements in front of us, he still dares to spread rumors; he must be a church spy!"

Bradak's eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped a piece of blood-dripping stair railing tightly in his hand: "Due to the existence of church spies, the guild is temporarily dissolved. Who agrees and who disagrees?"

"How dare you..." Another representative stood up, ready to rebuke.

He was only halfway through his sentence when he noticed that all the militiamen and guards in the Knights Hall were staring at him coldly.

They all witnessed it firsthand; these representatives were making a ruckus, while Bradak and Tora led the resistance.

Even if they were once close confidants of a certain representative, at this moment, with their lives hanging in the balance, they can't care about anything else.

"How dare you... doubt us? Of course we all agree!" The representative who stood up immediately changed his tone, speaking with righteous indignation.

The other representatives, who had initially harbored some ulterior motives, immediately fell silent and dared not speak out of turn.

"Alright, since everyone agrees, then obey my command and open the gate!"

Having subdued the other representatives who were holding him back, Tora looked at his childhood friend with considerable surprise: "You still have this kind of courage."

"With disaster looming, let's put the law aside for now," Bradak said fiercely. "Do you have anyone you can trust?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

“Send him to the dungeon. If the rebels break in, take Teacher Stoll first…” Bradak gave a thumbs-up and made a slur in his throat.

“…Okay.” Tora nodded emphatically, as if he were meeting Bradak for the first time.

With everything arranged, the door was pushed open, and Tora, spear in hand, charged out first.

It would take eight soldiers to break the battering ram at the gate, but the officer supervising their ramming had already gone to intercept Jeanne's cavalry.

While they stood there bewildered, the door they had been banging on for ages suddenly opened wide.

In the darkness, a spear thrust out and pierced the heart of one of the men with a soft thud.

With a tug and a pull, the soldier cried out in pain, convulsed, and rolled to the ground.

The remaining militiamen surged out, brandishing armed swords and short spears, and launched an attack.

Swords flashed and shields clashed; in an instant, several soldiers were stabbed down and chopped into mincemeat.

Tora kicked a soldier who had climbed up the steps to provide support down the stairs, then took two steps back: "Roll the battering ram down."

Several militiamen, their faces flushed, picked up the battering ram, turned it around, and then pushed it forward together.

The round battering ram rolled down, breaking the legs of several soldiers who were trying to counterattack.

Following behind the battering ram, Tora threw away his spear, drew his half-sword, and roared as he charged toward the rebels.

Bradak, on the other hand, raised his crossbow and fired at the soldiers who had emerged from the barricades.

With a single arrow, he felled an exposed soldier. Bradak discarded his crossbow and raised his banner.

With great difficulty, he climbed onto the back of the stone-carved white horse and waved the large flag towards the door:

"We're here! We're here!"

After dodging a volley of arrows, Michelle charged forward on horseback.

Despite it being their first meeting, his appreciative tone already indicated he was on their side: "The left arrow tower has been captured, and we are now launching a fierce attack on the right."

"We need more people to set up fences and barricades at the front gate. Let's close the gate and trap them."

Tora immediately agreed, swung his sword and cut off one of the soldier's arms, then mounted a stray warhorse and followed.

(End of this chapter)