When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 820: Battle of Marunpo (Part )
The baron, covered in slop, was dragged out of the toilet by the soldiers.

His thin underwear had been soaked with slop, and the dirty liquid was dripping down.

A top hat was mercilessly placed on his head. It was the one he had brought in earlier.

It’s a pity that the exquisite hat is now filled with the refreshing smell of urine.

The strong stench made the surrounding soldiers pinch their noses and laugh so hard that they fell over.

There were laughter and cheers one after another, and even the guards deep in the camp heard the noise and poked their heads out to check.

Some of the soldiers held their stomachs and laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs, while others simply leaned against the wall, pointing at the baron and mocking him mercilessly.

Even a few Crusaders who were carrying supplies stopped what they were doing and watched the scene.

The baron's mouth was tied with a rope, his face was red to his ears, and there were even tears in the corners of his eyes.

Victor stood aside with a smile on his face, but his eyes gradually faded.

He watched the unfortunate and hateful baron climb onto the mule in a panic with the help of his followers.

As soon as he untied the rope, he uttered a shrill scream like a frightened woman: "Wait! Wait! I will ask the count to kill all of you! Wait, I will be back!"

His voice sounded particularly harsh in the cold air, even with a hint of trembling and cracking.

I just don’t know if it’s anger or fear, or both.

The attendant comforted him and wrapped the baron's thin body with a blanket, trying his best to prevent him from losing his composure again.

Coleman grinned and crossed his arms, seemingly unconcerned with the baron's threats and shouting.

He turned his head and looked at Victor: "It seems that just as expected, Count Dreta is still planning to attack the manor."

"They really jump into the pit as soon as they see it." Victor sighed.

"Who could have thought? They have been learning old ways of playing for thirty years, but they are all obsolete things." Confidence in their own tactics is engraved in the bones of every Savior Army veteran.

Seeing Victor turn his body, Coleman also put away his smile: "Her Highness Jeanne will probably arrive in the evening, which will be enough to contain those extraordinary knights."

Victor narrowed his eyes and whispered, "It is said that several imperial decrees are coming here?"

Coleman nodded. "Yes, not only that, but there are also the Red Knights of the Flesh and Blood Court. I'm just not sure about their deployment."

"He should follow that Count Dreta, right?"

"Maybe……"

The conversation between the two gradually became quieter. The cold wind howled outside the tent, blowing the flags, and occasionally the sound of soldiers sorting their equipment could be heard in the distance.

After a moment of silence, Victor took a deep breath and looked at Coleman: "Your soldiers have been assembled, it's time to go."

Coleman looked serious: "One thousand people against eight thousand people, can you withstand it?"

"Who said there are only a thousand people?" Victor smiled and shook his head. "There are nearly a thousand more Crusaders and service soldiers. They are not civilians. They are not good at field battles, but they can still defend the camp."

Victor laughed and patted Coleman's colorful feather hat. "On the contrary, you wear a flashy hat every day. Be careful not to get your head taken off by the Royal Order Company or the Red Knight."

"A hermit predicted for me that I will have a long life and a rich and prosperous life." Coleman grinned, "Even if you die, I will not die."

"You're cursing me? Take my punch!"

The two punched each other a few times, laughed a few times, and then hugged each other tightly.

They knew very well that when the Leia people launched the so-called general offensive, they had actually fallen into the trap of the Pope of the Holy See.

But this does not mean that there will be no casualties in this war.

War always kills people.

For those who are implementing this strategy, this is still a life-and-death war.

"We don't have many friends left." The wind blew through Victor's beard, and his beard fluttered in the wind.

Coleman, however, had a mustache and spoke nonchalantly, but his hands were tightly clasped with Victor's: "Ha, we came from the Gulag. Of your ten-man team and my ten-man team, only you, me, and Siak survived."

"Yes, take care." Before letting go, Victor patted the back of Coleman's hand solemnly and said in a steady tone: "Take care."

…………

Gray clouds hung low in the sky and the remaining snow covered the ground.

Under the cold winter sun, a thin layer of black soil emerged from the white snow.

There was not a single bit of green in the entire world, even the sky was grayish white, as if God had placed a black and white filter on the world.

The Hematite Mountains in the distance looked grim in the morning light, and the river flowed slowly, reflecting a faint silver light.

Malampo is located between two forts, close to the river, with high terrain in the south and low terrain in the north.

This was once the site of a knight's manor, but now it is the main camp of the Thousand Valley Army.

It was as if a silvery cold wind was blowing on the ranger's face on the hillside. He squinted his eyes and stared at the horizon. There seemed to be a strange fluctuation.

"Enemy!" He took a deep breath, turned around suddenly and blew the trumpet.

Under the sky, trumpets sounded one after another, each one more urgent than the last.

The sound of the trumpet cleared the thin morning mist. The entire camp had already awakened, and the soldiers were already at their respective positions, ready to fight.

On the distant horizon, the black flags of the Leia army fluttered in the wind.
Densely packed soldiers advanced like a tide.

Their steps were barely in step, and most of them wore chain mail or lath armor.

Mixed in with the infantry phalanxes were the arrogant knights.

Their Milanese half-armor gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the morning light.

What was breathtaking was that behind their formation, several catapults were slowly advancing, with heavy stone bombs hanging on their tall mechanical arms.

"Damn it..." The gunner cursed, standing next to the two six-pound clockwork cannons and looking up at the sky, "The headwind is against us, and the range is limited."

There was a hint of reluctance in his voice, but he still waved his hand and ordered: "Fire in turns!"

boom--!
The first shell trailed white smoke and slammed heavily into the Leia army in the distance, but unfortunately it missed.

Then came the second shot, which still missed.

The third, fourth, and fifth shot, a 6-pound marble bullet knocked over a group of infantrymen.

Starting from the fifth shot, the calibrated gunner fired continuously and even hit a catapult.

Broken wood and stones flew everywhere, even knocking over many Leia soldiers who were pushing carts.

Immediately afterwards, the second shell was fired, fell along an arc, and hit a shield vehicle of the Leia army head-on.

The flying iron bullets drew a bloody alley in the densely packed square formation, causing seven or eight casualties in an instant.

"Hit!" a gunner cheered.

An Imperial Order Knight wearing silver-white armor seemed dissatisfied with the declining morale. He rushed to the front of the battle and began to boost the morale of the soldiers.

But before he could say a few words, a cannonball luckily flew through the cold air and hit him and his horse accurately.

boom--!
The knight flew into the air with the huge impact.

The flying armor fragments made a clanging sound on the armor of Leia's soldiers.

The moment the Imperial Knight fell heavily to the ground, the surrounding soldiers immediately fell into chaos.

Unfortunately, the riot only lasted for a moment, and the Leia army had already approached within 500 meters.

The crude alarm bell rang again, the sound dull and rapid.

"The Leia are charging!"

(End of this chapter)