When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1069 Wow, Joan of Arc, it's you?!
The battle for control of the arrow tower and the front gate lasted for a full hour, from midnight to 1 a.m., before a brief truce was reached.

When Chapo arrived, drunk on champagne and disheveled, all he saw was a mess.

The wounded soldier leaned against a tree, painfully gouging out the rotten flesh.

Lead pellets were embedded in the cracked wall, and arrows were shot from the arrow tower and landed in the city square.

His hired soldiers, however, simply hid behind the arcades, waiting for the enemy to finish shooting arrows before retaliating.

It should be noted that when he left, the Knights' Hall had already been attacked and its front gates breached, and the arrow towers had been captured ahead of time with the help of a traitor.

The entire defensive system of the Knights' Hall was destroyed, leaving only the final palace uncaptured.

Looking at it now, not only is the Knights' Hall intact, but even the two arrow towers and the front gate of the wall are gone.

His hands, hidden beneath the silk robe, trembled, whether from the alcohol or from rage, and Xia Bo was momentarily speechless.

Looking at the recaptured arrow tower, the militiamen and guards behind the iron fence holding spears, and the rows of clockwork muskets...

Xia Bo only felt darkness before his eyes, one after another.

"What happened? What happened?!"

Only then did the mercenary captain dare to cautiously step forward to explain.

The Knights Hall, which they had in the grasp of, was expected to be captured within an hour, but they attacked from 10:00 to 12:00 without taking it.

Just when they were about to take it down, a bunch of Holy Alliance cavalry suddenly appeared and recaptured the arrow tower and the front gate.

The original besieging rebel army of more than 500 people has now been reduced to only about 300, and some are even returning to their ranks.

A series of shocking realities left him reeling.

"Where did these Holy Alliance cavalry come from?" Shabo turned around and asked the equally astonished leader of the Shadowmen, Fubo.

Furber was even more puzzled than Xia Bo, as he had personally confirmed that the Holy Alliance's convoy was still in Brook Creek Town and hadn't moved.

But this is clearly in contrast to the fact that these Holy Alliance cavalry have now appeared.

With a little thought, it's clear that the Holy Alliance's reinforcements have split into two groups.

The best time to raid their camp in Brook Creek was earlier.

But it's too late now.

Fifty-odd cavalrymen—no, fifty-odd mounted infantrymen—dare to charge into a city with an ambiguous attitude and unclear situation?
"Damn it, how did the Holy Alliance find out about this?" Biting his nails, Fubole still couldn't figure it out.

Of course, it's normal that Fópollner didn't understand, because Jeanne didn't expect it to be like this either.

When she arrived outside the city, she found that the city gate guards were voluntarily letting homeless people into the city.

After interrogating a city gate guard, the accompanying Cheka realized something was wrong.

A coup has occurred at Longbow Fortress!

However, Jeanne immediately judged that the most crucial point was the Knights' Hall.

Whoever controls the Knights Hall holds the initiative.

Judging from the current situation, the Knights' Hall has not yet fallen, otherwise the guards at the city gate would not still be standing guard.

So she first incited the vagrants to create chaos, then took the opportunity to sneak into the city and seize the city gate.

Subsequently, some of the Holy Alliance monks were sent to contact the guilds and oligarchs, while others followed her into the vicinity of Civic Square to conduct reconnaissance.

They joined forces just as the Knights' Hall was about to fall.

This not only boosted morale but also allowed them to recapture two arrow towers and the front gate of the Knights' Hall courtyard.

The courtyard walls and two arrow towers of the Knights' Hall were built to prevent mob attacks.

The angle is tricky, and the wall is sturdy.

Large-scale siege equipment could not be assembled in time, let alone transported in; the Knights' Hall even had clockwork guns for defense.

As Chapo took his final step, Jeanne successfully cut off his leg.

“Say something! Tell me the Thousand Rivers Valley people are in Brook Creek Town.”

"Nonsense! Ask your soldiers. They only sent fifty men, two-thirds of whom didn't even look like cavalry, yet they broke through ten times your strength and were still counterattacked!"

As Chapo's superior, Fupo naturally had to retort when questioned like this.

"They have a wizard!"

"We also have priests and monks, where are they? Where are you? Why weren't you transferred?" Xia Bo didn't know what to say for a moment. Should he say that he went to open champagne? And after opening the champagne, he got sleepy and went to sleep?

He had already done everything he was supposed to do, so the rest of the work was the same whether he was there or not.

Judging from the current situation, is this Fubole preparing to put all the blame on himself?
Xia Bo wanted to retort, but when he saw Fubo's sinister gaze under the moonlight, he shuddered.

At this moment, he was filled with regret. He was so foolish. How could he have thought that cooperating with the church would have a good outcome?
The church only allows sharing happiness, not sharing suffering!
If things go well, he will naturally benefit; if things fail, he will be the first one sent to court and the gallows.

"We have no choice but to keep attacking! Launch a fierce attack! Open the city gates and call all the vagrants nearby..." Xia Bo, like a gambler with eyes wide open, immediately ordered, "Bring out the rattan oil and set it on fire!"

A lose-lose situation is better than a win-win situation!

These soldiers were not locals, so naturally they had no affection for Longbow Fortress.

Having received the order and the reward, he happily ran towards the rattan oil warehouse.

Xia Bo shouted even louder: "A reward of five hundred pounds will be given to whoever breaches the front gate of the courtyard, three hundred to the arrow tower, eight hundred to the knight's hall gate, and fifteen hundred to protect Baron Stoll!"

If the coup succeeds, Chapo will not have all the city hall's treasury to himself!

Having received the promised bounty, the soldiers launched another attack, while Shapo could only watch anxiously.

Time passed second by second, the sounds of gunfire and arrows piercing the air rang out one after another, wave after wave of attacks and retreats.

With the support of guild militia and other citizens, the attack could not advance an inch.

Even the fire was delayed, and just as Xia Bo sent people to urge them again, they brought back a piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue.

"...They sent their own private soldiers?" Upon hearing this news, Xia Bo subconsciously repeated, "The other seven oligarchs sent their own private soldiers...and it's not even three o'clock yet."

"Is there even a need to ask?" Looking at the militiamen and brave citizens pouring in to support them from the streets and alleys, Fubole knew with his little head that the Holy Alliance must have contacted the local guilds.

A successful coup is 80% guaranteed if key figures are controlled, the inside and outside are isolated, and a fait accompli is created.

Because no matter the time, neutral parties and those who live by the rules always make up the vast majority.

Now that the die is cast, the representatives of the Holy Alliance are dead, Mayor Baron Stoll has been released, and the guards are back in the mayor's hands.

Even if the other seven oligarchs disagree, it won't change anything; they can only accept it reluctantly.

However, only a few representatives of the Holy Alliance have been assassinated or captured so far, while several important representatives and key figures, including Baron Stoll, are in the Knights Hall.

The isolation between the inside and outside was also broken.

Judging from the sudden appearance of militia and armed citizens, and from the hurried speed and undulation of the torches being moved, it was clear that the oligarchs were rushing over with all their might.

They were terrified that the Knights' Hall wouldn't hold out and that if the Knights' Hall captured Baron Stoll, everything would be over.

Xia Bo panicked instantly, and his eyes immediately went to find Fu Bole.

But no matter how much he looked around, he couldn't find any trace of him.

Not only did Fubole disappear without a trace, but his core associates also vanished into the night.

The raging flames made Xia Bo feel cold all over.

…………

Tora and Bradak both breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the oligarchic private soldiers surging from the street corner, carrying the banner of the Holy Alliance.

One of them was shot in the knee, and the other in the elbow.

But they persevered, supporting each other, and limped over to thank an officer who was resting on a wooden crate.

After a night of hard work, they knew that it was this tall officer in front of them who had laid the foundation for everything.

“Thank you for your help, Your Excellency.” Bradak, being a diplomat by training, naturally inquired, “May I have the honor of knowing Your Excellency’s name?”

In the orange firelight, the girl removed her helmet, her golden hair gleaming: "My name is Joan of Arc."

"...We never expected that Lady Joan of Arc was a woman. This makes us feel ashamed," Tora said with a wry smile.

"Does being saved by a woman make you feel ashamed?"

Tora immediately realized he had said the wrong thing, and he turned to Bradak for help.

Unexpectedly, instead of smoothing things over, Bradak stared intently at the female officer's face.

His expression was a strange mix of fear, confusion, and joy.

(End of this chapter)