When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 534: Life in the Delawan Military Camp (Part )

"bass!"

A stray bullet swept past a knight's helmet, making a sharp sound of metallic twisting.

The knight was so frightened that he immediately bent his body and hid his head behind the horse's neck, but a team of spearmen had already rushed up.

The halberds hooked his chest, and several spears pierced the neck of his horse.

"Xilulu!"

A waterfall of blood poured down from the wound. The warhorse howled in pain and stood up, kicking away the two spearmen in front of it and then throwing away the knight on its back.

Then it ran towards the forest in panic for more than ten steps before it fell to the ground due to blood loss and weak legs.

The knight who also fell to the ground jumped up again after a moment of dizziness, holding the knight's sword with trembling hands. He turned to the left and then to the right.

"Damn it, I'm a knight, get out of here, peasants!"

The guards' spearmen who surrounded him in a crescent shape seemed not to hear what he said. Seven or eight spears shook up and down and stabbed at him from all directions.

These stabs may not be able to penetrate heavy breastplate, but they can still penetrate arm armor.

Generally speaking, for a mortal to penetrate armor with a spear, it means he or she must charge.

But for extraordinary humans who also have breathing techniques, they just need to take two steps and stomp their feet to stab out.

None of these spearmen possessed a breathing technique of more than two stages, but when they joined forces they were more than enough to deal with a knight of three stages.

Soon the unfortunate knight was stabbed in the thigh, and then hit on the head with the flail, causing him to faint.

The last words he heard before he passed out were:
"Praise the Holy Wind!"

After the last round of Holy Wind, the remaining thirty-odd knights fled, leaving more than 400 infantrymen behind them to the Savior Army.

The guards held their spears in their hands and cursed Lacunio and Putsilio in their hearts. Are they peasant rebels?

These soldiers in front of him were obviously the private infantry of a certain earl, just like the land servants of Duke Osra.

They were wearing identical clothes and the same armor, and looking at them from the front, they looked like a group of clones.

"Put down the spear!"

Sharp commands sounded from the black array, and three rows of heavy guns were pointed at them like hedgehogs. Inside the gun array, the stick soldiers who released lightning had already walked into the gun array.

In this forest road surrounded by forests, the deep sound of horns continues to echo.

"Don't lose points. We are the guards of Count Marley. Be alert!"

"Damn it! Holy Lord!"

The armored sergeants at the head waved their weapons, encouraged their soldiers, and tried to launch a war cry.

Unfortunately, the battle cry was only halfway through when lead bullets rained down on them, and thick blood burst out from the chests of more than a dozen guards in the first row.

Amid the waves of holy wind, the armored soldiers and night watchmen fell down in rows.

They couldn't even see who pierced the body of their teammate in front of them. There was only the sound of the wind and the cries of the wounded soldiers.

This time, the guards' spearmen didn't even have time to engage in close combat before the soldiers fled crying for their parents.

At this point, the church army of more than 500 people was defeated half an hour after the battle began.

More than two dozen Kush Rangers cheered and began to chase the fleeing soldiers, preventing them from gathering again and completely destroying their organization.

The Guards did not stop to search for spoils, but instead stepped over the corpses on the ground and chased for one mile according to the drill instructions before returning.

As for collecting spoils, that was the job of the orderly soldiers. "Ugh—" Holding onto the trees beside the road, several new Kush boys vomited heavily, including Delawan who had made a bold statement earlier.

These Kushite boys were on the battlefield for the first time, and they had never seen what a battlefield really looked like.

The largest battle they had ever seen was just a small-scale fight between a few lords, and the most serious injuries were just broken bones.

In the words of our fathers, the battlefield is a place of glory, of charging on horseback, and of cheers and flowers during triumph.

But they never told these young people that the battlefield was littered with intestines, with only half of the head left, and the ground was covered with blood and incontinent feces and urine mixed together, with a stench that was suffocating.

Even Delawan, who had been trying hard not to vomit, was dragged away by the old orderly soldiers to search for corpses and accidentally rubbed the brains on his face, and he couldn't help vomiting.

While the young orderly soldiers were vomiting so much, the group of old orderly soldiers were still laughing uncontrollably.

"Do you still like the battlefield?" The old orderly who chatted with Delawan yesterday stood in front of him and asked with a smile.

Delawan coughed, stood up holding onto the tree trunk, and glanced at the battlefield.

A broken kite-shaped shield, a knight's sword inlaid with amber, and the child soldiers serving as orderly soldiers lowered their heads to search among the corpses for usable weapons and high-value trophies.

"Why aren't they afraid?" Wiping the dirt from the corners of his mouth, Delawan clearly saw three Frick Middle School students of civilian origin mixed in with the children's army to plunder.

"They adapted earlier than you did. While you were practicing riding and swordsmanship at home, they were out in the wild scavenging for bodies of people who died of starvation." The old orderly put his hands on his hips. "Well, do you want to take a break? You can follow the cart back to the supply point and rest for a few days before coming back."

In this battle, 21 Savior Army soldiers were slightly injured and 3 were seriously injured. All of them were spearmen who were injured in close combat with the knights.

The more than seventy dead knights contributed more than four hundred gold pounds worth of cash and spoils to the legion. Including the armor, rings and leather products of the infantry, it is estimated to be more than two hundred gold pounds.

More than thirty knights and hundreds of infantrymen have been captured.

The infantrymen were stripped of their armor and weapons, and were given a few dinars for travel expenses and left, but the knights were treated differently and sent back to be imprisoned.

The seriously wounded, spoils and prisoners of war all had to be transported back to the supply point. Fortunately, the round trip was only a day and a half.

Look at those silent boy soldiers, Delavan is silent too.

After almost a minute, he shook his head and said, "I'll continue to follow you."

In the sunset, Delawan said goodbye to the two Kushite noble boys and continued to follow the marching army, but this time he spoke much less.

In the following period of time, this legion cooperated with the Kush Rangers and local Juano monks, sometimes encircling, sometimes blocking, and sometimes annihilating the enemy.

Even at the most dangerous moment, the knights led by the titled knight Ryan were only 2 miles away from Delawan and his men.

Fortunately, the rangers notified the three nearby legions that their friendly forces were in trouble, and they rushed to the rescue as fast as the wind and successfully forced back the enemy's 400 elite knights.

Delawan's life for the past two weeks was constant marching, carrying the wounded, transporting food and fodder to supply points, and then looting corpses and carrying spoils.

At least for him, the twenty-kilometer journey a day was no longer tiring, and the feeling of his brain and intestines was no longer disgusting.

He had almost lost the ability to think and just followed the army numbly.

This kind of life seemed to have no end until the rangers sent the latest orders.

Following the order from the legion commander, Delawan numbly carried his bag again, but this time when he arrived, he found that the camp was unusually large.

"With six legions gathered here, the scale is certainly huge."

After listening to Delawan's doubts, the old orderly explained to him with a yawn.

"This is the Laper River Camp. The two legions that were there before retreated from the front lines to here. Alas, the minor fight is finally over."

(End of this chapter)