When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 564 Be careful, Captain!
The gentle sunlight shone on the fields. In the farmlands near the camp, the farmers, terrified, dragged their families and retreated into their own huts and reed marshes.

When Prince Condé's army passed by, the rumbling sound of the ground could even shake the dust off the beams.

Those who were brave enough looked through the gap in the door and saw a long line of people walking on the country road.

The farmers couldn't see what they were wearing, but most of them were black, blue and gray robes and armor, with a shiny chain mail on the outside.

Looking at the colorful flags, the farmers knew they were mercenaries of His Royal Highness the Prince.

After the imperial edict was passed, several farmers first removed the door panels, looked around, and then led out the plow horses or donkeys from their own stables, shook off the pull of their relatives, and ran towards the abandoned arrow tower that was giving the warning.

Soon, thick and thin black smoke rose from where the knights passed.

The horse's hooves stepped on the compacted earth of the King's Road, and Prince Condé's majestic body pressed on the back of a spotted horse, causing the warhorse to gasp for air.

Smelling the burnt odor of burning straw, he looked around and saw columns of smoke rising behind the mountains and reeds.

The prince sneered, "No wonder we are always ambushed. I now understand why."

"These local villagers really don't know what's good for them." An accompanying imperial knight couldn't help but stare.

Lacunio revealed the truth in one sentence: "It's probably organized by those rats. Those villagers must have some relatives and friends in the Holy Sun Volunteer Army."

Rats are what Lacunio calls the Holy Sun Volunteers.

However, this time the rats managed to move the nobles of Hotam County, causing Lacunio to fail, and he had to take it seriously.

Prince Kongdai looked at the black smoke that was spreading far away and asked the attendant beside him, "Did the front army engage in battle?"

"Previous reports said that there was still 5 miles of fighting to go. Griffin should have already started the fight by now."

"I don't think Griffin and his men are a match for them." Prince Condé said to Lacunio without mercy, "We need to send knights to support us. Don't send the Royal Company yet. Let the mercenary knights we have recruited go."

Lacunio nodded and said, "Tell Montus to lead ten Lancers and two hundred mercenary knights to attack."

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"I can't stand it anymore, Captain."

"Damn, you can't hold on for long. Stop talking nonsense. The people behind you will be here soon."

While shouting angrily, Griffin hid under a large shield and stepped on the pedal to string the heavy crossbow.

Just as he finished stringing the bowstring, Griffin heard a rapid whooshing sound, and the door panel and large shield next to him kicked up dust, and the body of a companion fell before his eyes.

Half of his face was peeking out from the gap on the side of the door shield. About seventy or eighty meters in front of him, along both sides of the road, were Norse archers roaming on horseback and shooting.

In the creek and weeds sandwiched between bushes, 1000 guards formed two battle formations, one in front and one behind.

This area consisted of farmland, fences, and residential areas, so the Salvation Army could not deploy in a horizontal formation and could only stand in a front-and-back formation.

From Griffin's perspective, this is terrifying enough.

The forest of spears had double shadows, and the spear tips swayed and rose and fell like waves as they moved forward. The friction between armors made a crackling sound, and six hundred spearmen formed a 50x12 square formation and moved forward slowly.

On both sides of the forest of spears, the holy musketeers who had finished their turns placed their holy muskets on their shoulders in accordance with the Soldier's Codex, and turned their backs to the enemy amidst the flying arrows, walking through the passage of the team to the last row.

Behind them, another group of Holy Gunners took a step forward in unison, raised their Holy Guns in unison, and placed them on the gun racks.

Seeing this, Griffin suddenly retracted his head, and then he heard another whooshing sound.

The door shield shook violently, and several pieces of hot sawdust splashed onto Griffin's face.

He immediately lay on the ground, waiting for the volley to pass by. Looking at the holes in the shield through which the light leaked, he could not help swallowing his saliva and angrily cursed: "Are you looking for death? You are so close, aren't you afraid of shooting your own people?"

After cursing, he whistled, stood up swiftly from behind his shield, narrowed his right eye, and aimed at a spearman in the front row.

He pulled the trigger, the bowstring trembled, blood splattered from the spearman's throat, and he fell straight into the team.

At the same time, the heavy crossbowmen of the Eagle Group fired crossbow arrows one after another.

Nearly a hundred crossbow arrows flew out, splashing dust on the dirt road, and the tail feathers of the arrows on the fences and walls of houses were even trembling.

More than a dozen soldiers in the front row fell down immediately, and some arrows fell at the soldiers' feet, but this did not affect the enemy's pace at all. Some of them even continued to move forward with arrows hanging on their bodies.

The division captains waved their lances and ordered the spearmen in the back row to speed up and fill in the original vacancies.

The shining spear was less than 50 meters away from the Eagle Group's formation.

"Damn it!" Griffin shouted behind him, "Those who are wearing armor, holding shields and chain hammers, go to the front. Where are the great swordsmen and axemen? Prepare to charge!"

Turning his head, Griffin licked his dry lips through the hole through which light leaked. This was really a difficult situation.

This time, Griffin snatched the vanguard position from Stenberg of the Death Corps.

In order to seize the bridge in front of the Salvation Army camp in advance, he led one-third of the regiment and more than 300 guards and walked in the front.

But Griffin never expected that this group of Saviors would advance even faster than them.

Before they could get close to the bridge, the enemy had already crossed it and ran ahead of them.

You know, even though everyone in the Eagle Group knows how to breathe, their physical strength is not infinite.

They were able to wear armor while marching, but the soldiers were lazy and most of them took off their armor and planned to put it on before the battle to save energy.

Griffin acquiesced to this action for the sake of marching speed.

The result was that as soon as the battle began, the front row was defeated by a wave of holy wind and a long charge of rifles.

Fortunately, the Eagle Regiment's morale and training were not bad, and the soldiers who had not taken off their armor quickly fought back with their shields.

After selling the three hundred guards, Griffin led his men back to the rear convoy, replaced some weapons and armor, and the two sides took up their positions and continued fighting.

However, Griffin had to admit that the lightning stick raised by the devil was indeed powerful, and it suppressed them so much that they could not raise their heads.

If they continue like this, they will be defeated after only another quarter of an hour.

Griffin traveled all over the country, and this was the first time he encountered such a disgusting fighting style and such disgusting soldiers.

"Bring us our heavy swords... We lost them. Where? At the fork in the road. I'll kill you!" Griffin kicked the servant over and picked up an ordinary fine iron flame sword. He shrank his neck and gathered with those heavily armored axemen.

Just as the soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding large shields were about to fill the front row, quite abruptly, the advancing Savior Army suddenly stopped.

They even didn't know why, but they were slowly retreating?

When everyone was puzzled, Griffin looked at the Norse archers charging up and immediately reacted. He stood up straight with joy and turned his head to shout behind him: "Knights, it's knights, our knights are here, and these archers are covering the retreat of the infantry."

"Captain, be careful!"

"Captain, what are you doing, Captain!"

Standing among a group of infantrymen hiding behind carts and shields, Griffin was particularly eye-catching and was immediately shot by archers riding black high-grade war horses.

Of course, with all his years of battlefield experience, Griffin couldn't be shot so easily. Besides, the door shield was just a few steps away. Did he have to stand there and catch the arrow in his back?

Wearing heavy armor, Griffin rolled on the ground and was hit by only a few arrows.

He was even wearing silk underwear, so there were only a few spots of blood on his back.

The horse archers began the classic circling and shooting tactics, circling around the infantry, with waves of arrows falling from time to time.

But just as Griffin expected, within a few minutes, before the Saviors disappeared from sight, three hundred knights rushed over, cutting through the weeds and farmland.

The horse archers led by Murat immediately abandoned Griffin and his men and turned to fight with those horse archers.

The lances chased the horses' tails, and Murat's archers turned back from time to time to feint, or dragged the hired knights to the other side. Once the hired knights turned to chase the Salvation Army, Murat would immediately turn around with his troops and fire a wave of arrows at the hired knights.

Griffin finally got a chance to catch his breath, with an arrow stuck in his back, and began to give orders:
"Everyone, put on your armor immediately. These farmers are not easy to deal with. They are harder to fight than vampire pirates. You, go and pick up my heavy sword right now!"

"The Saviors haven't left yet."

"You lost it, pick it up for me." Griffin put his great sword on the servant's neck, "Are you going or not?"

The servant had a sad face and ran towards the place where the heavy sword fell.

But Griffin ignored the arrows and climbed onto the roof of a residential wooden house, looking towards the retreating Saviors.

They are about to disappear from sight. It would be difficult to catch up with them now. It would be best to wait for the entire army to gather... Hmm?

Griffin suddenly stretched his neck, looked up at the sun, then looked at the direction of the Saviors' retreat.

The bridge to cross the river should take the road on the west side, why did they run towards the south road?

Wait, that's not right. Their guide was frightened by the knights and took the wrong road.

"Sir Knight, Sir Knight, they are on the wrong road!" Griffin shouted to the knight leading the team, Montus, "To the south is the Nauan River, a dead end, a dead end! Entangling them, we can defeat them after we penetrate their armor."

Montus passed by Griffin without replying, but the servant beside him waved the flag at him.

Griffin knew that Montous had heard it.

Even if he didn't hear it, the squire would pass on the message for him.

After all, wearing a heavy full-face bird-beak helmet, it is normal that you cannot hear clearly, and even if you want to have a conversation, you have to shout.

Montus and his mercenary knights were seen fighting with the horse archers while closely chasing the Savior Army.

Griffin patted the dust on his hands contentedly and shouted to the messenger:
"Send the message back, our army has won a great victory, repelling two enemy squadrons, prepare to pursue!"

While Griffin was still compiling the battle report, Montus split into two groups. One group continued to fight with the ruthless archers, while the other chased the infantry.

The horse archers were also divided into two groups, but it was obvious that the other group did not have Murat's command ability and was quickly left behind, causing them to chase in the direction of the two guard corps of the Salvation Army.

The sparse branches above my head blocked the sunlight, and the light spots quickly passed over the helmet.

Alitugh Jin Ham, who was in the second row, had his heart pounding. Although he was a wandering mercenary knight, he had never given up on becoming a landed knight.

All those who were able to successfully wipe out the two squadrons of the Salvation Army are dead, and no one claims the reward.

As long as we can tie them down and lure a large force over, the credit we get will definitely be huge.

Maybe you can get a fief, or even be a substitute in the Order Company, become an Order Knight, become the captain of the Order Company, marry the earl's daughter, and reach the peak of your life!

However, Alituge understood that the promotion and enthronement of a knight was not about fighting and killing, but about human relations and social skills. The first step was to gain the appreciation of the chief officer, Lord Montus.

Thinking of this, Alitugu couldn't help but raise his head and look at Montus who was in the front row...

Eh? Where's Lord Montus?

The next second, Alituge felt his horse shake, and he subconsciously looked back, only to see Montus lying on the ground, bleeding from his chest and a huge horseshoe print on his face.

"Bang bang bang!"

There were sharp whistles and popping sounds in his ears, and Alitugu was shocked to find that a cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded in front of the knights in the front row.

The war horses wailed and their bodies collided and squeezed against each other.

They couldn't even see the enemy in front of them, and the knights on horseback covered their chests or shoulders and rolled off their horses wailing.

"What's going on? Where are the enemies..." Alitug turned his head and shouted loudly to the person next to him.

"careful!"

Before he could finish his words, he felt a huge force coming from his shoulders, causing him to lean back.

If he hadn't subconsciously grabbed the saddle, he would have almost fallen off the horse.

Alitugu grabbed the reins and turned over to sit firmly, then he looked back fearfully.

When Alitugu retracted his gaze, he saw through the slit of the bucket helmet that there was a clearly visible long dent on his left shoulder armor.

What was that shot with? An arrow? But I clearly didn't see the arrowhead.

The fall of the knights in the front row triggered a chain reaction, and a group of knights fell down.

With war horses all around him, Alitu had no choice but to keep moving forward.

Controlling the warhorse under him, Alitugu jumped over his companion who was lying on the ground howling, and rushed out of the bushes.

Leaving the shelter of the cool shade of the trees and entering the river beach, the light shone directly on Alituge's face.

Everything in front of him seemed to be shrouded in holy light, and he could not see clearly.

He couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

But when his eyes gradually adjusted and saw everything clearly, his pupils couldn't help but dilate. He immediately pulled the reins and shouted to the horse under him: "Biscuit, stop, biscuit, stop!"

The horseshoe struck the stone, sending out a series of sparks, and Biscuit finally stopped after leaving a shallow groove on the ground.

Warhorse Biscuit snorted in dissatisfaction, which was his sign to ask for biscuits. However, Alituge ignored it today and just sat on the horse's back stupidly.

The rest of the knights also stopped their horses here and stood blankly on the high ground beside the river.

Not far away, he could see the short-haired infantrymen moving down the slope toward the riverbank.

But Alituge had no intention of pursuing.

On the river, a simple dock was built at some point, and large barges were lined up waiting to dock.

The landing board was shaking, and hundreds of densely packed Salvation Army soldiers jumped from the deck to the shore on pebbles and sand.

They quickly returned to their positions and assembled in response to commands, flags and whistles, and organized their ranks on the river beach.

Not far from the infantry, the orderlies used their shoulders to push the Holy Sun chariots to their designated positions.

In front of the densely arrayed spearmen, the Holy Sun chariots vaguely formed a semicircle.

A wooden board was placed horizontally on the truck bed, and seventy or eighty blue-clad soldiers armed with spiral guns were either half-kneeling or standing on the board, shooting at them from a distance of nearly 300 meters.

This is not chasing the remaining enemies, this is clearly luring the enemy!

At least 3000 Salvation Army soldiers gathered on the narrow beach!

A knight who had reacted turned around and ran towards the bushes: "Quick, go back and tell His Royal Highness the Prince! Before they transport all the troops ashore!"

"What?" Alituge was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"Go and tell His Royal Highness the Prince! Stop them from landing!"

Rushing past Alitugu, the companion knight raised his head and shouted, but as soon as he finished shouting, a blood mist rose behind his head.

Half of the spine, covered with purple blood, was exposed, and the knight's head was hanging on his chest.

His pupils dimmed instantly, and he lay straight on the horse's back, letting the warhorse carrying the corpse rush into the bushes in horror.

Lying on the horse's back in a desperate state, Alitugu stuck out his butt like a coward and escaped into the bushes amidst the whizzing bullets around him.

(End of this chapter)