When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1111 Leia's Famous General Putzillo
After suffering several major defeats, Putzillo knew how to cut his losses.

He quickly withdrew his troops and spread rumors that Joan of Arc was a witch who would curse any place she went, leaving nothing but barren land.

It was clearly an extremely superstitious and absurd lie and rumor, but unfortunately, these villagers just bought into it.

Since most of the migrants from Shuilun County have left, the remaining people live relatively well and are therefore quite conservative.

Of course, conservatism is relative. What is conservative to the Holy Alliance is quite progressive to the Empire.

Compared to the Holy Alliance's doctrines of the Holy Way, they are more inclined to follow the ancient Juano school.

There is a similar region within the Holy Alliance, namely Kasha County.

In any case, Putzillo managed to maintain the situation through methods that were sometimes overt, sometimes covert, sometimes clever, and sometimes clumsy.

Although a decisive victory is not possible, securing small wins and maintaining an undefeated record is still achievable.

This may seem pathetic, but within the empire, he was already considered a first-rate and capable general.

He is the only player among Leia's current squad to remain undefeated against Jeanne.

Despite not being able to win and suffering losses in every match, they always managed to preserve their strength and escape unscathed.

Putzillo retreated to Square Enix, where his daily life consisted of counting days and heads.

The countdown was about when the first batch of three thousand reinforcements led by Bette Maborra would arrive.

Counting heads was to determine the number of soldiers, because there were too many deserters, and they had to be counted every day, otherwise it would be difficult to determine the exact number.

"How many people are left today?" Putzlior sat with his legs apart in a high-backed chair, his head wrapped in a blood-stained bandage.

The knight who entered, Mauryn, removed the hood of his chainmail, touched his chest, and bowed: "More than seventy auxiliary soldiers have deserted, and more than a dozen combat soldiers have also deserted."

"Didn't you tell them that reinforcements are coming soon?"

"I told them, but they didn't believe me, and also..."

"Just what?"

"They said the Dawn Islanders wouldn't fight the Dawn Islanders, and that they would never go to war unless their wages were paid in full."

"A bunch of troublemakers!" Putzillo slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair, but quickly deflated.

Currently, he still has to rely on these unruly people to control the city's defenses. If they really cause trouble, and Jeanne takes advantage of the situation, he'll be finished.

Damn it, he was actually fooled by Kennard's death and really thought the army in Owen was powerful.

But once the opportunity is missed, it will never come again, just like Jeanne's opportunity now.

To outsiders, Putzillo appeared calm and composed.

He has gradually turned the tide of Kennard's defeat into a balance of power, and is showing signs of becoming a general.

But Putzio knew that although he appeared calm, he was actually out of options.

The fact that this battle could not be won quickly at the beginning has already made the internal forces of other kingdoms restless.

The pre-war plan to make an example of someone to deter others completely failed.

The Holy Alliance is too cunning. Now that Putzillo knows that Joan of Arc is Jeanne, he never expected that the Holy Alliance would send her out to fight in a foreign war!
With her current achievements, aren't you afraid she'll establish herself on Dawn Island?
Aren't you afraid that she might be captured by the Empire and used as a hostage?

Could it be that the grandson of the saint has such great faith in this saintess?

Now that the battle is lost, his best course of action is to cut his losses and retreat slowly.

As a result, his father, whether overly confident in his military capabilities or also under pressure, insisted on sending reinforcements.

What's the point of continuing this war?

"Sigh," Putzillo sighed deeply, "It's tough."

The knight commander, Mauren, cautiously asked, "Is Your Excellency troubled by the war?"

“What do you think? Is there anything else?” Putzillo glared at him.

"Your Excellency, there is no need to worry. I know that this reinforcement is an elite force led by the border knights, and they will surely defeat this rebellious mob!"

During this time, Regent Omes had gradually restored order to the Golden Horn.

But he dared not appoint another pope, and could only establish the Golden Horn Bishop.

The Border Knights, naturally, could not align themselves with their old enemies, the Holy Alliance or Norn, so they had no choice but to pledge allegiance to Leia. This time, they had come to pledge their allegiance to the Regent.

Putzillo looked at Maurice with a hint of speechlessness. This minor nobleman, who had bought his way into office, seemed to be stuck in 1440.

Don't you guys read the latest battle reports? Things aren't like they used to be!

The Border Knights were already defeated by the Holy Alliance. The battles of Ladanburg and Twilight Bell Mountain almost brought the entire Border Knights to a standstill.

Otherwise, how would the Regent have the means to win them over?

Sending them here will at most give us a temporary advantage.

Once the Holy Alliance sends new officers and the Dawn Island army undergoes further training, another defeat is inevitable.

In Putzillo's view, their only chance of victory was either to capture Joan of Arc herself, or for the Dawn Islanders to fight amongst themselves.

There is no other way out.

However, the morale of the entire Skolston army was currently being maintained by reinforcements that had not yet arrived, and he didn't want to spoil the mood.

"Alright, let's not talk about things we're unsure about." Putzillo stood up from his chair and walked towards the door.

Firstly, he had to inspect the military camp, and secondly, he had to practice his horsemanship.

He was able to conserve his strength time and again because of his superb horsemanship.

The defeat is not yet obvious, but Putzillo has a feeling that his horsemanship skills are about to be put to great use.

But as he reached the door, he gave another order: "Send another fast horse to find out where Billett is."

After giving these instructions, Putzlior went to the training ground to practice mounted archery.

Faced with this despicable group of clockwork musketeers, the Imperial knights once again had no choice but to pick up their bows and arrows.

The price of bows and arrows has skyrocketed throughout the empire.

Unfortunately, the Holy Alliance reacted too quickly, rapidly building up a large archery industry and crushing Leia's newly established archery workshops.

Today, the Imperial Knights wear the clothes of the Holy Alliance, eat the spices and sugar of the Holy Alliance, and use the bows and arrows of the Holy Alliance to attack the Holy Alliance's clockwork gunners.

No matter how you look at it, Putzillo felt it was somewhat surreal.

But that's not the most magical part.

As evening fell, Putzlior had just returned from the training ground when he saw Maurice stumble in, but with great excitement.

Before I even entered the door, I could hear calls coming from afar.

"Your Excellency Putzillo, this is excellent news!"

"Sir, where are you? I have some incredibly, incredibly, incredibly good news!"

Without knocking, Mao Lun barged in.

Even Putzillo's good temper was slightly annoyed as he tossed the hot towel he had used to wipe his face back into the basin.

"Who gave you permission to make such a racket in the camp? You didn't even knock before entering; where is your manners?"

At this moment, Maurice was completely oblivious to Putzillo's expression and said excitedly, "Your Excellency, this news is too important, I can't care about etiquette anymore."

Before Putzlior could reply, Maurice spoke up impatiently: "Sir Bilette Maborah, on her way to provide support, happened to encounter Joan of Arc, who was fighting as a guerrilla, and has already caught up with her."

"Huh?" Putzillo's mouth dropped open slightly.

Mauryn continued speaking to himself, "Unlike last time, this time she only has three hundred men with her. Lord Bilette hopes that you will go out of the city to help block and support her, so as to avoid a repeat of the previous Battle of Hotwind Mountain!"

After saying this, Maurice looked at Putzlior expectantly, waiting for him to give the order for a full-scale attack.

If they can capture Joan of Arc, then Saint Jeanne of the Holy Alliance will have won half the battle.

You could even say that as long as we capture Jeanne, even if we lose the Battle of Dawn Island, we've still come out ahead!
Strangely, Putzillo did not show the smile that Maurice expected.

Instead, his eyebrows shot up, and he cursed fiercely, both terrified and enraged: "Who gave him the order not to pursue them? Tell him to come back here immediately! Immediately!"

"Huh?" This time it was Mao Lun's turn to open his mouth wide.

　P.S. I was planning to take a five-minute nap in bed last night before writing, but I accidentally fell asleep. I'm going to have dinner now; there are still two chapters tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)