When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 909 I'm Five Hundred Miles Away from Home

Hotham County.

Fort Adan.

As the night fell, tents stained brown and gray by oil and dust stood by the river.

This is the camp of the Northern Legion of Leia.

It is called the Northern Legion, but in fact it is a mixed army composed of the Thorn Garden Osra Army, some vassal armies from various places, and a part of the Temple Knights.

This was the biggest concession the nobles could make.

At least several legions are parallel, and reporting or commanding beyond the level is not allowed.

However, the war to attack Adam Castle did not go smoothly.

On the front battlefield, they could not climb over the towering city walls, nor could they withstand the barrage of shotgun shells and lead bullets.

Outside the front battlefield, the Holy Alliance Army in the city distributed pamphlets "Three Ways to Identify Blood Knights" and "The Holy Way of Salvation" every day.

There are also promotional posters for "The Thorn Garden Raid" and "King Jiji's Trident-pointed Vampire".

It must be said that the existence of newspapers has greatly strengthened the printing industry in various towns in the Thousand River Valley.

Joan of Arc paper, new ink, and the Joan of Arc printing press have significantly reduced printing costs.

Such promotional materials are distributed free of charge.

A few cavalrymen would often carry grenade launchers outside the camp, and every day you could see pieces of paper falling from the sky.

As for the related rumors, they have already spread everywhere.

Before the nobles of Leia took it seriously, some soldiers used the methods in the brochure to test these blood knights.

The consequences are naturally imaginable.

Under multiple blows, the atmosphere in the camp has fallen to a low point.

Not to mention that it’s sleep time now, even the daytime is extremely dull.

It was in this quiet night that the patrolling guards suddenly stopped.

He seemed to hear something.

Who is singing?
"One hundred liras, one hundred liras, you can hear the sound of bagpipes coming from a hundred liras away..."

The patrolling guards stared blankly at the reeds and Fort Adam in the distance, from where distant singing could be heard.

The singing was in an accent they had never heard before, more melodious than vulgar country tunes and simpler than elegant church music.

But this strange little tune made these soldiers inexplicably sad.

"Far from home, far from home, I'm already five hundred miles away from home, I'm in rags now, I'm not worth mentioning..."

The song was soft and simple, without the church-style a cappella chorus, but it absorbed the attention of most of the Leia soldiers.

The pace of the guards' patrols slowed down and even stopped.

Lifting the tent curtains, the soldiers raised their heads and touched the cross on their chests.

As if devoutly accepting baptism from a priest, they closed their eyes and listened to the song.

The hidden bards had large loudspeakers made of alchemy in front of them, and were also blessed by the miracle priest's amplification technique.

The melodious and sad song echoed among the reeds, on the river, on the walls, and in the camp.

"Lord, I am a hundred miles, two hundred miles from home."

"Lord, I'm three hundred, four hundred miles away from home."

"Before I knew it, I was already five hundred miles away from home..."

Yes, they were five hundred miles away from home, or even more.

For more Leia soldiers, they have been fighting since three years ago.

Originally they were supposed to be able to return before 1449, but by the middle of 1449 they hadn't even reached the detention dock.

When can I go home?

"Lord, how can I go home like this?"

At some point, tears started flowing from the eyes of the Leia soldiers.

Not only soldiers, but also sergeants, guards and even knights were like this.

Lord, how are they going to go home like this?
Have you planted the wheat at home? Are the donkeys and horses pulling the mill sick? Will your daughter and sister be bullied by hooligans?

Has the son grown up? Has the wife remarried? The apple tree I planted in the yard before I left should be producing apples by now, right?

Three years have passed. Three years have passed. What has happened to my home? "Mom, I want to go home." A soldier suddenly cried out.

As if it was a chain reaction, the cries spread one after another.

Finally, the soft sobs turned into loud wails, and many soldiers who had not cried originally began to cry wildly.

They originally had the faith bonus of the Nezha Army, but this bonus was completely destroyed by the Blood Knights' propaganda posters.

It’s true that the Holy League used magic and witches, but didn’t your church also use blood magic and zombies?
In this case, both sides are birds of a feather. What is the point of fighting for the Kingdom of Heaven?

In other words, if you die in this battle, can you go to heaven?

Apparently, the folk song "Five Hundred Leia" written and composed by Horn caused great harm to these Leia soldiers.

The people of Qianhe Valley are fighting at home to save their homeland. When they hear this song, they just feel Haoting.

It's different for these Leia soldiers.

Ordinary Leia soldiers have not returned home for three years since they went out to fight, and the soldiers of the Thorn Garden have even known that their homes have been looted.

The impact of the crazy throwing of propaganda posters with grenade launchers on the soldiers' morale was already huge, almost reaching a critical point.

By the next day, the soldiers were reluctant to leave the camp, let alone be driven to attack.

At noon the next day, the Duke of Omes's tent was packed with the Earl's knights of the Thorn Garden.

"Chief, this battle cannot be fought."

"The Holy League is using magic, and the Church is using zombies. I don't know which side is righteous!"

"The soldiers want to go home, and we want to go home too!"

"Winning or losing doesn't matter. We won't get anything."

Facing a group of low- and middle-ranking nobles with sad faces, Duke Omes was speechless for a moment.

Yes, they won the war but gained nothing. Not only was their hometown looted, but they even faced the risk of being annexed by King Gigi.

They lost the war and still got nothing, but it was estimated that King Gigi would not continue to attack them.

Putsilio approached Duke Omes and whispered, "Father, I have seen clearly that this Thousand River Valley is a quagmire. No one will be happy if they come here."

Putsilio's words seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Omes stood up and paced back and forth behind the long table.

The heads of the nobles in front of the long table all swayed as Omes walked.

From time to time, Duke of Omes stopped to look at the crowd and then continued pacing.

After a while, he sat back at the table: "Even if I say I won't go back, won't you still go back? Then I can do as you wish, but——"

The Osra nobles who were originally smiling happily immediately stopped smiling and waited nervously.

Duke Omes sighed softly: "Now that the battle is so intense, how can we evacuate? Will King Gigi let us evacuate? Will the Holy Alliance let us evacuate?"

The tent fell silent for a moment, and finally an Osra noble who had been captured by the Holy Alliance and redeemed in exchange for ransom stood up.

"Chief, I am willing to be an envoy to talk to the people of Qianhe Valley. Our withdrawal will also be beneficial to them."

"As for King Gigi," Putsilio continued, "we won't tell them when we leave."

"Wouldn't the truth be revealed immediately?" Several earls and knights started talking at the same time. They were not so enthusiastic when discussing war.

"This is not easy. Do you think we are the only ones who want to escape?" Putsilio offered another suggestion. "Tell the people below to control those loyal followers of King Gigi and bring them back to the Garden of Thorns."

Under normal circumstances, a large army like Putsilio's with 20,000 men would definitely have an imperial decree company accompanying the military supervisor.

However, the previous battles, especially the Battle of Malenbo, left a deep psychological trauma on Lavrou and King Gigi.

This kind of battle, which relied on river transportation and rapid marches, the deployment of troops, and concentrated annihilation, would cause great harm to the Imperial Order Company if it was dispersed.

They would rather keep the imperial edict company with them than send them out, for fear that they would be surrounded and annihilated along with them.

So as long as they can reach an agreement with the Holy Alliance, they will
The people's will is to withdraw their troops and go home, and many knights want to go home.

We all have the same interests. As the king's special envoy, if you disagree, who do you think you are?

After much deliberation, Duke of Omes finally made up his mind.

"This Jinigis relied on his blood knights in the beginning, which made me think he really had some confidence, but now it seems that he is relying on vampires."

The Duke of Homais stood up with a dignified manner, as if he was not discussing retreat but attack.

"The truth is out. This is not a just war. We will not participate. We... withdraw our troops!"

(End of this chapter)