When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 683 Escape!
"Hahaha……"

Taskin stood by the river, his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

Even though they escaped early and did not run towards the river, there are only five left out of the dozen companions.

The rest were either swallowed up by the swamp or simply couldn't outrun the knights.

They seized the opportunity and fled along the original road to a hill of dry land, thus saving their lives.

Under the damp and oppressive river breeze, the five brothers looked at each other, their faces covered with mud and expressions of helplessness.

"Take a break, everyone, bandage each other's wounds." Taskin endured the pain and said in a hoarse voice, "Otherwise, if it gets infected, you'll die even if you run away."

In this damn Black Snake Bay climate, any injury will result in tetanus.

Holding on to the palm tree trunk on the mound, Taskin asked his companion to use a knife to dig out the rotten flesh hit by the lead bullet, and then turned his head to look at the swamp area.

After the previous cannon blast, the encounter came to an end.

Although some knights organized small-scale counterattacks several times during the period, causing certain casualties, this little resistance was eliminated under the holy wind of the Falcon Cannon and the Holy Gun.

The rumbling sound of cannons could still be heard in the sky, and knights in colorful clothes were still running wildly on the grass.

On the path dotted with reeds and streams, the knights in heavy armor were still dodging carefully, their figures looming behind the bushes.

These knights were relatively lucky.

Those who were unlucky were bombarded by several cannons and were driven to the riverside in a panic, and then they were greeted by the griffin cannons on the river.

Taskin turned his head with mixed feelings, and stared at the river with his cloudy eyes. Hundreds of beautifully dressed corpses floated on the river day and night.

However, this was just the tip of the iceberg, as there were still hundreds of knights who did not have time to take off their armor and were floating under the water.

The knights who were frightened crazy by the griffin cannon actually chose to jump into the Moen River nearby under the drive of the God's Punishment Army.

In a sense, this is a correct choice, because the knights can swim in the water for a while with heavy armor on their heads.

If you are lucky enough to find a loophole, you might be able to escape the encirclement.

It was a pity that the unsportsmanlike Saint Jeanne came and stood on the mound. From time to time, Taskin could hear the crackling sound of lightning and the electric light leaping on the water.

Soon afterwards, perch with their white bellies turned up and knights with white eyes would float to the surface of the river.

After seeing the Saint's power, the knights stopped their behavior and knelt down with sad faces, shouting in the crude Leia language: "Surrender! Surrender!"

They were forced to take off their armor and had their legs and hands locked with heavy mortar shackles under the guns of the Holy Gunners.

If it weren't for the swamp terrain, if it weren't for the Black Snake Bay, at least half of the 3000 knights would have escaped.

It is estimated that there are less than five or six hundred people who have escaped from the battlefield. Excluding those who died in battle, Horn estimates that he can capture nearly 2000 Frankish knights this time.

When the river wind blew from the swamp, Tuskin could clearly smell the smell of blood and sweat, mixed with the smell of burning lightning and the screams and groans of the knights.

A crushing defeat.

With clenched teeth, he let his companions use scissors to remove the deformed lead bullet, and then cut off the rotten flesh with lead shavings hanging on it. Taskin said in a trembling voice: "Okay, let's go."

"Where are we going?" asked a young mercenary who looked a bit green.

Tuskin glanced at the battlefield and said, "We can't stay in Black Snake Bay anymore. Let's go a little further, find a small raft, sneak back to the camp, pick up our money and luggage, and leave on a merchant ship."

"Aren't there more than 3000 soldiers under Sola Castle? If they run away like this, how can we get orders in the future?" "If we are not welcome here, we will go somewhere else. Let's apply to be the land servants of the tyrant." Another mercenary with a broken arm clamped by a branch came over with a pale head shaking. "Earl Kazi and his powerful full-armored extraordinary knights lost, so how can more than guards under Sola Castle win?"

It has to be said that these mercenaries who have fought for many years have become experts in medicine, and each of them has their own set of experience in treatment and first aid.

"I'm not talking about that, but how do you explain it to the Duke?"

"Duke?" Taskin coughed while holding his rustling throat. "Just wait and see. When the defeated knights find Portosa, if he can touch land once from here to Dragonfly Bay, I lose."

Just as he finished speaking, his stomach rumbled like thunder, and as if it was contagious, the stomachs of several people around him also made gurgling sounds.

After all, they had just fought a battle, plus a series of running and life-and-death races, and everyone's stomachs were empty.

Fortunately, Taskin followed the principle of saving the last bite of food, and left a little bread and salted fish meat, and barely made a small smelly foot burger, which the five of them shared, and then they continued on their way with their stomachs rubbed.

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"Ugh!" Bermanlai suddenly covered his nose, looked at the medicine soup in front of him with disgust, and begged at the bearded orderly in front of him, "Can I not drink it?"

"No." The regimental surgeon and barber forcefully pushed the bowl of soup to Bermanlai's mouth. "You are not allowed to leave a single drop of this decoction to stop the bleeding."

Belmanlai gritted his teeth, thinking that he was unlucky, and drank the soup in one gulp. Then he immediately stuck out his tongue like a pug, took out a cereal bar and started licking it madly.

He was unlucky as he was bitten on the thigh by a crocodile while chasing the knights. If his companions had not reacted quickly, he would have almost died.

The battle was over in just one hour, with the actual fighting lasting no more than quarter of an hour, but it took a full three hours to clear out the remaining enemies and clean up the battlefield.

The swampy terrain was not easy to deploy, not to mention the orc hussars who were specially used to pursue the enemy. The infantry of both sides could only fight in the grass and streams.

But the outcome of the battle will not change because of these small local victories and defeats.

When the sky gradually darkened, not only did the two regiments walk out of the muddy field and clean up the battlefield, they even set up camp.

Blue flames rose from the honeycomb coal stoves, and kettles were filled with water from the Moen River, boiling white bandages and various decoctions for bandaging.

This post-war medical care system and advanced hygiene concepts rooted in the Salvation Army resulted in a very low mortality rate in Horn's army, while the disability rate was extremely high compared to the same period.

Surrounding the honeycomb coal stoves were groups of monks wrapped in thin blankets, drooling as they waited for the purple egg stewed meat soup that would be a reward.

The quartermasters went even further and brought out all the blue coffee so that every wounded soldier could have a sip.

Holding a blue liquid mixed with milk, vanilla, cinnamon and powdered sugar, Bermanlais deliberately picked up an exquisite dress and looked at it up and down under the envious eyes of the other healthy soldiers.

These fully armored knights are full of treasures. Any ring they have can be sold for seven or eight gold pounds. Even if they are second-hand wartime clothes, they can still be sold for one and a half gold pounds.

Not just clothes, but armor as well.

This battle, if nothing else, completed the armor of the God's Punishment Army.

In the previous God's Punishment Army, only the officers had full breastplates, while the ordinary soldiers either had old armor discarded by the Guards or the worst chain mail.

On the battlefield, the soldiers looted more than 1800 complete sets of armor and more than 400 damaged sets of armor, which directly filled the gaps in the armor of the God's Punishment Army.

Imagining how majestic he would look in the armor, even the usually gloomy Bemanlai showed an irrepressible and even somewhat obscene smile on his face.

"Well, don't look at your ragged clothes, Damn, they belong to your woman, right?" The monk next to him patted the back of his hand. "Your leg is broken now. When we enter the enemy's Sola Fort camp, you won't have a chance. That's the essence."

Bermanlai's smiling face suddenly fell.

(End of this chapter)