When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 881

Not the same time, but the same old oak root.

The two giants of the Knights Templar (Grand Master and Knight Commander) and many knight commanders gathered again.

However, compared with eight days ago, there were nine fewer knight commanders present.

Not all of them died, but four were injured, three were in charge of the war, and one was angry and refused to come.

Compared to nine days ago, Emeric's expression was even uglier.

Since the women's clothing incident, they have been attacking Laden Castle in front of them for five full days, and today is the sixth day.

In the past six days, they had not been able to take down the first breastwork defense line and had been repeatedly counterattacked.

So far, a total of seven knight commanders have been killed or injured. Of the more than 3,000 elite extraordinary knights who arrived this time, only more than 2,500 are still able to fight.

During the battle, tens of thousands of soldiers suffered casualties, with nearly three thousand killed or wounded, and desertions occurring to varying degrees.

Whether in close combat or long-range combat, the soldiers were no match for the Holy Alliance troops, and some even developed a phobia of the Holy Alliance.

As for those mountain people on Muzhong Mountain, they are even more hateful!

These mountain folks were stragglers, and when they had nothing to do, they came to harass the camp.

They did not dare to cause trouble in the knights' camp, but instead specifically harassed and set fire to the sergeant camp and the farmer's camp.

After a few days, people in the sergeant camp and the peasant soldier camp were in panic.

There was even a near-sergeant explosion at the camp last night, with more than 300 sergeants and nearly 1,000 peasant soldiers trying to escape.

It was the border knights who were dispatched and finally captured more than 200 soldiers and more than 700 peasant soldiers.

Although the border knights and many sergeants were still able to hold on with their willpower, the ordinary sergeants and peasant soldiers were gradually unable to hold on.

"We attacked too hastily," Knight Commander Cosme said first. "There were too many casualties, and we didn't give the soldiers time to rest."

"But if we don't attack quickly, it will be too late." A knight commander retorted.

"Since we have decided to attack, it will inevitably be too late. We either give up the attack or delay it." Cosme explained patiently.

Several knight commanders looked at each other and, faced with the facts, had no choice but to acknowledge Cosme's statement.

They thought that with the fighting power of the border knights, as long as they showed determination, it would not be a problem to capture this small Laden Castle.

But it turns out that not only is there no problem, but it is a quite big problem.

It seems that a fierce attack is no longer feasible, and we have to switch to a strategy of slowly filling up fortifications and digging troop transport routes.

The knight commanders' usually proud faces revealed expressions of helplessness and anger.

They actually don't care whether they have to work in a dirty way or not, they are just knights.

For them, the most enjoyable and what they are best at is cavalry combat on vast plains like the Gravel Plain.

As a result, they were stopped by a fortress called Xionggan Fort and a fort called Ladan Fort, both of which could accommodate less than 2,000 garrisons.

Not only is it impossible to fight on horseback, even fighting on foot is just a luxury.

The daily attacks actually involved forcing soldiers and peasants to fill trenches, clear fortifications and dig troop transport roads.

In the past, everyone avoided reconnaissance missions, but now flag captains are scrambling to take them on.

This way, at least I can ride on horseback for a while instead of suffering near Ladenburg.

"Tell us about the results of the battle." The Grand Commander spoke deliberately, rubbing salt into the wounds of these knight commanders.

"...We filled some holes and trenches, and shot and killed quite a few enemy soldiers."

"...My flag team launched an assault yesterday afternoon and captured the western section of the first breastwork defense line. However, our friendly forces did not provide timely support, so we had to retreat."

"Don't spit blood at me. How long have you occupied the western section? How many people have entered? I ran a few steps and you were driven out again!"

“You are a knight, or an extraordinary knight. You can’t provide support at a distance of just a few dozen meters? My good guys have wasted their time.”

"you--"

"What are you arguing about? Don't you think I'm annoying enough?" Emeric slapped the tree roots, sending wood chips flying. The two quarreling knight commanders immediately shut up, while Knight Commander Cosme whispered, "I've been interrogating the captured prisoners these past two days."

"How about it?"

"The guerrillas on Dusk Bell Mountain captured more than a hundred prisoners, but there were only more than thirty on the front line." Cosme hesitated, "The guerrillas did not provide any useful intelligence. Among the more than thirty prisoners of the Thousand River Valley regular army, five chose to surrender and cooperate..."

"Any valuable information?"

"I don't know whether their words are true or false, but it is said that the Saint's grandson is in Laden Castle right now."

"The Holy Grandson? The Evil Monk Horn? That Mad Pope?" Emeric asked Horn's title three times in a row.

"Are you sure this news is true?" Another knight commander still found it hard to believe.

"I'm not sure, but after repeated verification, there must be an important person in the city. Even if it's not the Saint's grandson, it must be the Saint's daughter."

The knight commanders suddenly became excited and even started whispering to each other in front of the grand commander.

They suffered a lot in this battle, but it was difficult to get any reward.

But if we can capture the big shot in the city, it will be more valuable than any trophies.

You know, so far, the highest prisoner that the Leia Army has captured has only been at the rank of corps commander.

Even the more senior Simen monks or the chapter masters were not able to catch him.

If we can break into the city and capture a saint or a saint's grandson, all the suffering we have endured before will not be in vain.

The knight commanders were excited but did not notice a hint of anger on the face of their respected grand commander.

"It doesn't matter whether it's the Saint's grandson or the Saint's daughter." Emeric raised his voice, "What matters is whether we can break into the city."

With just one word, Emeric silenced all the imaginary knight commanders.

At the current rate of progress, they will defeat all the knights in about three weeks.

A hasty attack would result in too many casualties, while a slow attack would not be able to keep up with the food and supplies, so it was a dilemma.

The incident of the cross-dressing knight raised the injury threshold of a large number of hot-blooded border knights, but Emeric couldn't really wait until the injury threshold was reached before retreating.

"How about this? Rest for three days to restore morale, but don't stop filling the trenches." Emeric stood up. "After three days, I will lead the team myself. If we still can't take the first line of defense, we will withdraw!"

The two knight commanders nearby trembled their lips and were about to speak, but were stopped by Emeric's fierce gaze.

"As the Grand Master, I have an unshirkable obligation to the continued existence of the Knights Templar." Emeric finally made up his mind and pushed forward the order.

If we allow these imaginative knight commanders to continue fighting, all our capital will be wasted.

"Grandmaster Emeric." At this moment, it was the Knight Commander who stood up and advised, "Don't be so anxious. Ninety percent of the victory or defeat in a war is determined by willpower. If you hold on a little longer, you may win."

"Yes, yes, Lord Emeric."

"If we run away now, we'll become a group of knights dressed as women."

"Even if we can't attack, we have to withdraw. With our speed, can the people in the castle catch up with us?"

The veins on Emeric's forehead jumped, and he was about to use his position as the Grand Commander to suppress everyone by force.

"Your Mightiness!"

Before he could even say anything, he saw a knight roll off his horse and pounce on Emeric.

"Captain, the cavalry camp in the rear was attacked by the guerrilla hunters from Muzhong Mountain!"

As a rare great knight in the world, Emeric bypassed the tree stump like a phantom, and the people around him could not see his movements clearly.

"Can you say that again!"

"The horse camp was attacked by guerrilla hunters, and tens of thousands of cubic meters of fodder were burned. Almost all of the four thousand horses were..."

Emeric could no longer hear the rest of the words; he could only hear endless tinnitus.

(End of this chapter)