When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 922: Forward, Forward! Raise our flag! (Ten)
Failure is imminent.

Jinigis sat on the throne, his face still rosy.

He was wearing a crimson silk robe, a belt with golden tassels around his waist, and on his head was the blazing iron crown that had been passed down in the Kingdom of Leia for thousands of years.

It was as if he was not coming to participate in a war, but a banquet.

But in front of him was not a long table or honey-roasted suckling pig, but messengers sent by the leaders of each phalanx.

These infantry phalanxes sent out one or two people at the least, or three or four people at the most, and they stood in a row, half-kneeling in front of Jinigis.

"Your Highness, there are hundreds of deserters in the Second King's Guard, and the phalanx commander's right leg was broken by a lead bullet. We have no choice but to retreat and rotate."

"Your Highness, the commander of the first phalanx of the Third Legion has died in the line of duty. The deputy commander was surrounded on three sides by the Black Champions because he advanced too far. We request support."

“Your Highness, Duke Barry launched a charge towards the Wolf Army’s position, but Alaric failed to fire his clockwork cannon on time.

Duke Barry was shot down by the Lightning Witch, I'm afraid... I'm afraid he has met with an accident!"

Half-kneeling on the ground, the knight stared at Alaric with a murderous gaze while crying hoarsely.

Several nobles sitting in the back, including Bodman, looked at Alaric on the side.

Alaric immediately stood up to defend himself: "Nonsense, the Grey Robe Hill Battery was destroyed by the enemy's flying wizards, so it failed to fire on time."

"Don't quibble. You said a witch came to attack the turret, and I believed it. You said there was a group of..."

The sounds of quarreling echoed in my ears, but seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

Jinigis sat on the throne like a puppet, but his eyes were fixed on the battlefield.

He was already well aware that the morale of the soldiers was declining.

In order to maintain enough waves to attack and consume the enemy, Leia's army used a large amount of potions at the beginning.

When the attack fails after a long time, morale will naturally be lost as the efficacy of the medicine wears off.

As for the magic and blessings that boost morale, they also have time limits, and the effects will only become smaller and smaller if released repeatedly.

Not only the infantry, but also the knights saw small-scale escapes and surrenders.

After the attack on Gray Robe Hill Fort, the morale decline was already obvious.

Especially after the attack, Genegis had no way to repair or replace parts.

Those artillerymen who were killed cannot be resurrected. Artillerymen are a technical branch of the military, which is not something that the Blood Knights can do.

On the vast grass battlefield, the huge and heavy Leia infantry blocks were constantly being cut and retreating.

As for the knights, they were afraid of the clockwork cannons, and whenever a clockwork cannon was launched, they would turn around and leave.

Sometimes, they would rush over to cover the infantry's retreat, but when they saw the clockwork cannon being pushed out, they would immediately turn 180 degrees and leave.

According to the messengers' reports one after another, Jinigis had experienced battles and had an understanding of the situation.

According to the Holy League's clock system, there are still three hours until sunset, but the war has already started for four hours.

The 5000 infantrymen in the two phalanxes were defeated by the first wave of concentrated fire from the vanguard's clockwork artillery, and even after reorganizing they have been unwilling to go into battle again.

For the remaining seven phalanxes, the ratio of casualties to escapes was close to one-tenth.

According to Jinigis' experience, before the number reaches one-tenth, deserters are just scattered, but after it reaches one-tenth, the number of deserters will suddenly increase sharply.

According to Jinigis's own estimation, excluding the Shadow Raven Regiment that collapsed at the beginning, the remaining four Holy Alliance Regiments suffered casualties of about a thousand people.

As for our side, there are probably more than two thousand people.

Jinigis' fingers were almost digging into the oak throne. Amid the quarrel, his voice sounded unusually weak, yet unusually excited.

"Please ask Mr. Raffl to come over."

"Your Highness, I'm here." As soon as Jinigis finished speaking, the heavy sounds of horse hooves and footsteps rang alternately in everyone's ears.

Under the scorching sun and blue sky, the white crystal steel armor painted with black paint seemed to absorb all the sunlight and also attracted everyone's attention.

With every step he took, the armor on his body would rub against each other and make a dull sound, imitating the sound of a blunt axe chopping wood.

On this dry and hard ground, he could leave a shallow footprint with one step.

The fully armed Rafeel walked out from the blue sky and green land, followed by a team of command knights carrying the blue bee battle flag. "Sir Rafeel." The people who were arguing fell silent instantly, and even the other knight, Bodman, who was watching the joke, looked at Rafeel with jealousy.

Lavul is over seventy years old this year. In the words of the old king of the previous generation, he is the pillar and beam of the entire Kingdom of Leia.

From the Battle of Windmill Land to the friction on the border with Bear Castle, the status of this veteran in Leia was sometimes higher than that of the king on special occasions.

Just like now.

"Duke Alaric performed his duties conscientiously. I saw the flying wizard with my own eyes. He did not do it on purpose."

The original quarrel was instantly resolved by Laffer's words. Both parties nodded and stopped talking.

Jinigis stood up to greet him, but was forced to sit down by Laffer.

Laffer first bowed respectfully to Jinigis, then stood beside Jinigis and shouted at the messengers.

"You are the king's standing army, the king's guard. If one-tenth of the others were defeated, you would only be defeated after one-fourth of them.

Otherwise, the royal family's annual bread is eaten in vain? Go back and tell your phalanx commander that I have reorganized 5,000 spearmen and will be back on the battlefield within a quarter of an hour.

Hold on firmly, there is a way!"

"Yes." Several messengers from the King's Guard left quickly.

Lavle then turned his gaze to the phalanx messengers who were put together or mercenaries: "You are all good vassals of the kingdom. I know that you have been exhausted after fighting for so long, so I want to give you some rewards.

Your Highness, what do you think about giving ten times the reward to soldiers who stand firm and making officers knights and earls?"

"I swear in the name of my father." Jinigis raised three fingers. "Whoever takes the head of any chapter leader or witch will be rewarded with three thousand gold pounds. Whoever takes Horn Garrar's head or captures him alive will be rewarded with ten thousand gold pounds and will be crowned a duke!"

"I will definitely pass your reward back to the formation."

Just like a doctor treating a patient, with the cooperation of Ginigis and Laffer, using threats, inducements, and reason, the kneeling messenger returned in less than five minutes.

"All of you disperse. I want to talk to Lord Lavle." Jinigis dispersed the servants and the first thing he said was, "We have to retreat."

"We still have the Blood Knights."

"Without the cover of infantry and clockwork cannons, if the knights charge rashly, they will only face the same fate as Prince Condé."

"I know, but I want to give it a try."

Jinigis looked up in astonishment. The word "bet" sounded so incredible coming from Raffl's mouth.

“When I was at my lowest point, your father never looked down on me and still ate and drank with me at the same table.

As a lord, he would even personally return to rescue me, his vassal.

My child, your father made him an earl.

Your father took me to Norn to avenge my wife.

When I wanted to be promoted to Grand Knight, your father tried his best to stop me, but I did it anyway, which even made him angry.

Because he felt that if he became a great knight he would become a stupid eunuch and a war machine, and he didn't want his closest brother to become like that.

But I still did it, because compared to other talented vassals, I am not as good as others in military affairs, I don’t understand administration, and I don’t know much about law.

All I can do is charge and kill the enemies. Maybe I am not the only knight charging and killing the enemies, there are many others.

So I was promoted to Grand Knight. The funny thing is that after the Battle of Windmill Land, I was no longer useful.

I have nothing to ask for in this world. My only wish is to continue the Blue Bee Dynasty and prosper our kingdom.

However, Leia is still inferior to Faran, and even has the tendency to be surpassed by the Norns.

If your father and those talented vassals were still alive, they would surely have revived Leia, but they are dead.

Fortunately, you appeared. You have talent that is no less than your father's, and you can also gather a group of talented people. You have their shadow.

I can't help you in any other way, just like I couldn't help your father.

All I can do is kill the enemy on the battlefield. This is the only thing I can do."

Reaching out and touching Jinigis's head, Lavr put on his helmet and said: "You will become a great king. Please wait here. Your sharpest sword will bring you the final victory."

(End of this chapter)