When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 516 Determined Plan (Part )

Looking at the lines on the map, Putsilio couldn't help but admire that he was worthy of being the Grand Master of the Border Knights.

During decades of fighting against vampires, the old captain of Lacunio developed a keen strategic intuition and planning ability.

Although he himself did not achieve any great results, he kept the vampires at bay behind the Kush River for thirty years.

Putsilio originally thought that Lacunio was just a mediocre general, but he now believes that he is definitely a hidden master.

Of course, this is based on the premise that Lacunio has no paper talk, but considering his identity and position as the Grand Master of the Knights Templar for decades, he probably would not do anything that is just paper talk.

It's a pity that such a good thing was wasted. Putsilio smacked his lips with regret: "Can I ask about the current military strength of the Salvation Army?"

"According to the information collected on the battlefield, excluding auxiliary troops, there are about 5,000 infantry and 1,000 cavalry. If we include friendly forces and even the secret party army, the number will be close to 15,000."

Lacunio pouted and said, "Don't believe the fifty thousand or a hundred thousand people those street knights say. They are just bragging because they are embarrassed to be defeated by the farmers. The number of the Savior Army is not that large."

"But from the intelligence of the Osla family, they are famous for their infantry and they are quite elite, so much so that..." Having said this, Putsilio stopped talking. After all, Prince Condai was still here.

Prince Kong Dai did not show much anger on his face, but simply responded: "Currently, the two and a half imperial order companies are still being replenished, and they can probably recover 60% of their original strength."

"In order to appease the people, the bishops have always been inconsistent in their propaganda about the Savior Army's combat power. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, they are as lowly as ants, on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, they are like gods, and on Sunday, they even come knocking on the door." Lacunio shook his head in disdain. "The true combat power of the Savior Army can be seen from the path of their rise."

"Can you tell me more about this?"

“The predecessor of the Savior Army was the refugees. They were not defeated only because of the Galar brothers and sisters. Because of this, they were given time to grow.

These refugees were the elite who had escaped from the pursuit and blockade of the Imperial Order Company and local garrisons. The weak ones were either left behind or died during the march.

Under the threat of death, they developed the most needed quality for elite infantry - discipline.

The subsequent Battle of Long Bridge, Battle of Pavia, and Battle of Montenegro were all critical situations where victory meant death. The excessive external pressure produced such a good piece of iron.

I dare say that if some of the soldiers of the Salvation Army can embark on the path of knighthood, as long as they have no problem with their talent, their willpower will be enough to cross the threshold of becoming a knight of the imperial order, or even a titled knight. "

Putsilio couldn't help but question: "Is this too exaggerated?"

"It's no exaggeration. Their soldiers are fearless, have high morale, and can fight for a long time. This is the key to their strong combat power. However, this also means that they will definitely not be able to expand their army too much." Lacunio stroked the line on the map. "This is one of the reasons why I said that the Savior Army's extended battle line will lead to a thin manpower."

"You mean they won't expand their army?"

Lacunio nodded: "Yes."

“Based on the intelligence available, I believe that they rely on these terrible veterans to form the backbone of the army.

Otherwise they would not have such discipline and morale; only the most fanatical believers would have such a mentality.

I said they couldn't expand their army in a short period of time because these fanatic veterans are limited in number. Even if they forcefully replenish them, their strength will not be as good as before."

Lacuno said confidently.

Although he attached great importance to the Saviors, he believed that they were more elite and more dangerous than Meliati's army.

In terms of danger, he puts the two on an equal footing.

From a long-term strategic perspective, he ultimately despised these brainless farmers.

They actually raided the homes of the nobles and divided up the church's land in their territory. The former prevented them from obtaining elite soldiers, and the latter prevented them from obtaining administrative talents.

This meant that they were unable to develop their internal strength and had little alternative but to expand outward to maintain their military.

If we capture Fort Joan of Arc, Pope Horn will find some ancestral relative for himself and become the new Duke of Kush on the spot.

Then Lacunio will tell Prince Conde to ignore Meliati and go all in on the Savior Army, otherwise if they wait any longer they will be finished.

The knights just needed a lord to be loyal to, they didn't care who that lord was.

Judging from the current situation, Thousand River Valley is occupied by Meliati, which means it has really fallen into Meliati's hands.

And if the so-called Salvation Army is allowed to occupy it, it will only be a temporary occupation. The Salvation Army system is a fantasy. What about the Holy Treasury? It is completely unreasonable. Even without external force, it will collapse on its own.

The only variable is that thing.

"I heard that the Savior Army has a magical lightning stick. Will it have any impact on the plan?" Putsilio asked what Prince Conte was worried about.

"We have investigated the lightning stick." As soon as Lacunio entered the Thousand River Valley, before even reaching Feiliu Castle, he did one thing first - meet with the defeated knight.

From the mouths of these knights, he gradually completed the information about the clockwork gun. After arriving at Feiliu Castle, he even spent a lot of effort to let the witcher get an abandoned clockwork gun from the Savior Army.

Unlike those ignorant country knights, after figuring out the Savior Army's combat mode and clockwork guns, Lacunio's first reaction was unreality, and his second reaction was horror.

It is not affected by divine spells, can cast spells intensively, and at an extremely fast speed, and can carry a magic crossbow that can penetrate a knight's armor!

It was as if all the flaws of magic were removed, which was more terrifying than the skeleton archers on the border battlefield.

If this thing can be popularized, it will be the end of the knights.

Now a farmer was trying to assassinate a knight, but was discovered halfway through his run, and the knight couldn't even kill him.

From then on, the peasants would assassinate the knights by shooting them in the head from a distance of about a hundred steps.

In that case, which knight would dare to leave the castle? If no one dared to leave the castle, wouldn't the unruly people really become the masters?
Fortunately, the only drawback of this thing is probably that it costs more and takes a long time to train.

Because according to the intelligence Lacunio had obtained, the number of these magic crossbowmen has always been small.

But this is what should be done. It costs little and takes little time. How can such a good thing happen?

If this were true, then if it were Lacunio, he would have used war to support war and raised an army of 100,000 to sweep across the empire.

If you really have the ability, why don't you conquer the Kingdom of Heaven and become an emperor, but be a small rebel in the mountains of Qianhe Valley?
"So far, we don't have enough means to deal with that clockwork gun." Lacunio admitted this in front of Putsilio.

Prince Kong Dai then added: “So we all believe that if there is a chance to wipe out the Salvation Army, we must do so quickly.

As for the deeply rooted Boar Riders of Meliati, we can only slowly grind them down, surround them and attack their reinforcements, and grind down their foundation bit by bit."

"What do you think?" Lacunio followed up at the right time.

Putsilio said nothing, but lowered his head. He shook the glass slightly, looked at the light blue wine hanging in the glass, then he raised the glass and smiled: "Cheers."

(End of this chapter)