When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 876 Women’s Clothing
In the six triangular forts in front of Laden Fort, 12 three-pound falcon guns and 6 six-pound sand sculpture guns roared alternately.

The heavy, hard, solid iron ball whizzed down onto the solid grass, sometimes flying up like a skipping stone, and sometimes just splashing a puddle of mud.

"Continue to go!"

"You haven't eaten yet, fill up the soil quickly."

The knights hid behind the shield carts, waving their whips and shouting at the sergeants and farmers to fill the potholes on the ground or put up wooden boards.

Every time the iron ball hit the ground, they could feel the soles of their feet vibrating slightly, and the soldiers and peasants trembled as if it was a conditioned reflex.

In front of the dense fortifications on the north side of Laden Castle, at least a hundred shield vehicles were slowly advancing.

On the morning of June 2, three knight commanders who drew bad lots each led their soldiers to begin the siege.

Among the siege forces, there were more than 400 archers responsible for cover, more than 1,000 armored soldiers responsible for close combat infantry attacks and commanding peasant soldiers.

In addition, there are 498 extraordinary knights, including 33 imperial knights.

However, no matter how strong the knight was, he could only wear heavy armor, hold an iron shield, and follow the shield cart carefully.

Behind each shield cart were four or five knights and a dozen sergeants.

These shield carts were obtained from the nobles of Shattered Stone, and local military engineers also made certain improvements to them.

They replaced the wooden boards with straw mats wrapped in soil behind the cowhide in the hope of solving the problem of shells breaking the cowhide and sawdust piercing people.

Unfortunately, these improved shield vehicles were either too heavy and extremely slow, or they did not play much of a role.

It does have a significant defensive effect against the Holy Gun and can block stray bullets, but its defensive power against the clockwork cannon is almost zero.

The Knight Commander Cosme, who was personally leading the battle, was crouching behind the shield cart. He had just witnessed—

A huge iron ball smashed through the cowhide shield, first knocking off the heads of the first two knights, and then the neck of the third knight.

Then, it pierced the four peasant soldiers in the order of chest, stomach, thigh and calf.

But that's not the end. Because there happened to be a solid rock ground when it landed, it bounced up at an angle again.

The shell passed through the first sergeant's knee, the second sergeant's lower abdomen, the third and fourth sergeants' stomachs, and broke the fifth sergeant's calf before rolling to the ground.

The iron ball rolled on the ground and seemed to slow down, so a soldier stretched out his foot to try to stop the ball.

Before Cosme could shout "No", the iron ball broke the man's calf, revealing white bones and spurting blood.

"Knight Commander!" Before Cosme could take his eyes off him, he was knocked to the ground by the guard next to him.

With a whoosh sound, the dirt between the straw mats fell down.

A huge iron ball smashed through the cowhide shield and smashed the soldier's head into his chest.

Such a bloody and terrifying scene made even the knights who often killed people on the border feel inexplicable fear.

Because of the close combat, at least there was an enemy, but now, they couldn’t even see the face of the people from Qianhe Valley.

As for the peasant soldiers and sergeants, needless to say, they had already trembled and were about to leave.

"Use the divine power!" Cosme shouted the command decisively.

The trembling monks hiding in the back cast spells several times before they were able to cast the magic to boost morale and relieve pain on the soldiers.

"keep going!"

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As the sun set, the Border Knights, who had been attacking fiercely all day, finally withdrew their troops back to the camp.

However, the knight commanders who attacked in the afternoon were not the three from the morning, but new ones who were replaced by lot at noon.

Because the first wave was in the morning, which was when the clockwork cannons fired most frequently, the casualties were far beyond imagination.

In just the morning, they lost nearly three hundred soldiers and knights, not counting the dead and wounded peasant soldiers.

The situation was slightly better in the afternoon, but more than two hundred sergeants and knights were killed.

As for the results of the battle, they barely dug and filled the soil in front of the first line of defense, and forcibly created a route that could steadily advance the shield vehicle.

In the evening, a crow landed above the main tent of the Border Knights and put its beak under its wings to clean its quills.

However, the knight commanders who came in one after another from outside did not have the energy to draw their arrows and shoot down this doomed creature.

Inside the tent, the eight knight commanders and the three giants gathered again.

"We still have to dig trenches. If they do, we'll dig too. At least we won't be hit so badly by artillery fire." A knight commander with his arm in a hanging slammed the table indignantly.

"We just filled in an attack route, and you want to dig it?"

"What if we don't dig? Are we going to be bombarded in vain? We'll lose 500 people on the first day, and 500 people on the second day... Our 20,000 men can only hold out for a month at most."

"While we are losing casualties, the Thousand Valley Army of Ladenburg will not suffer any losses? Don't laugh, when the close combat comes, it will be our turn to show our strength." "Is there enough time? Based on the speed of today's attack, will one month be enough?" The knight commanders were silent after the grand commander asked.

If they were in their hometown Kush grasslands, they would have logistical advantages, and fighting on their own soil would not be a problem for them to fight for another two months.

But here...

After the casualties on the first day, many knight commanders came to their senses.

Without the halo of the Pope's crown, the essence of their behavior was to bring their own food and help King Gigi fight a war without pay.

They were even assigned to a gravel field that had just experienced a flood, and they didn't even get much spoils!
The knight commanders kept their heads down, or whispered to their followers and servants, as if they were settling small accounts.

Compared with honor and status, they still feel that status is advantageous.

Emeric could keenly sense that the wind direction had changed.

At the current rate of progress, these knight commanders will call for a withdrawal in three days at the earliest.

Although the two or three thousand casualties were painful, they were still within an acceptable range, and at least there was an explanation to the Pope.

He didn't even plan to return to Hotam County, using the excuse that he had been badly damaged and needed to guard against the invasion of the royal court, and decided to go straight back to the Kush grasslands.

Here, Emeric was about to speak and get some more wind when he heard a commotion outside.

"Why are you making so much noise?"

"Sir Emeric, our knights who were captured in the Holy League have returned. Perhaps our brothers are welcoming their companions with great hospitality."

Emeric then suddenly realized that at noon, the other side sent a messenger hoping to exchange prisoners.

After bargaining, Wenceslas exchanged 160 Thousand Valley prisoners for 89 captured knights.

But why did the noise that drifted into the tent sound more like cursing than cheering?
You can't cheat in the prisoner exchange, right?
Emeric felt his heart skip a beat and had a bad feeling.

He ignored the meeting which was halfway through, mounted his horse and rushed towards the camp gate.

The closer you get, the more angry roars and noises you can hear.

"Damn it! How dare they treat the noble and great Paladins like this!"

"Evil monk, devil, I curse you!"

"We will massacre the whole city after we take over Ladenburg. We will make them pay for their actions."

Only after he turned the corner formed by the tents could he see everything clearly.

Led by Stentok, nearly a hundred knights rode on the backs of docile ponies and slowly moved forward, led by several released captured soldiers.

They drank the intoxicating potion and became dazed and stupid, just holding the reins tightly.

Normally, the knights would rush forward to rescue their brothers, but now no one took action.

They didn't know how to touch these old brothers.

Eighty-nine knights, eighty-nine sturdy men with hairy chests, wearing all kinds of skirts and nun's clothes.

Some reveal half of their breasts, some reveal their hollow backs, and of course there are the most holy black and white nun uniforms.

Two thick hairy legs were exposed, and they were wearing translucent stockings woven from spider silk and silk.

The greasy and messy hair was tied into double ponytails, single ponytails and pigtails, and even cute little pearl accessories were added.

The border knights who drank the intoxicating potion had flushed faces, hazy eyes, and even smiles on their lips.

Don't talk about personal humiliation or preferential treatment of prisoners. Horn would not do that to the border knights.

These border knights deliberately condoned the centaurs to massacre civilians. It's a good thing they were not hanged. They don't deserve respect.

Looking at those border knights who were dressed in women's clothes and dared not raise their heads to face people, the Grand Commander's face turned pale.

Because more and more border knights are coming, and related topics will definitely go viral.

Chivalric honor is the weapon that the Border Knights use to unite the Order as a national entity, but at this moment it can also hurt itself.

Because the knights shared a common hatred of the enemy, these border knights would never retreat unless there were heavy casualties.

The essence of border knights is "aristocratic citizen soldiers", and the Knights Templar is an organization built on the foundation of military democracy.

These "public opinions" will inevitably affect officers at all levels, and these officers happen to have the right to vote.

I am afraid that my plan will fail and the border knights will have to continue the attack.

Just because of a few women's clothes? Just because of a few women's clothes! Just because of a few women's clothes...

For the first time since the war began, the Grand Commander felt an indescribable feeling of powerlessness.

(End of this chapter)