Chapter 165: Moving here and there, where can a poor man survive? [2k SD remastered version]

"You went there with 135 knights. Those are 135 knights."

In the city hall, Bamanda's unladylike voice echoed in the meeting room of the city hall.

不可置信地望着眼前的13个骑士，巴曼达再没有了之前的贵族风范：“当年我们血冬大暴动才出动了900个超凡骑士，就击溃了10万农夫！你们面对的只有1万人！135個骑士还敌不过他们吗？”

The knights looked at each other in bewilderment. One of the old knights stepped forward and said, "My dear Duchess, they broke the bridge by some unknown means. Seventy of our knights fell into the river."

In the Jeanne d'Arc Canal, in order to facilitate the passage of ships, long bridges are suspended between two piers with thick iron cables.

The iron chain was slightly thinner than an adult's thigh, and there were more than one. Who would have thought that someone could break the iron chain in such a short time.

But in fact, this method was proposed by Jeanna. Both "Knight Sifar" and Danji's notes told her that after a knight drinks the potion, he will instinctively rush forward.

Not only are the potions time-limited, but most of them have stimulant properties.

Throughout the history of various countries within the empire, the knights' reckless charges have always been the biggest problem for commanders.

The young knight next to the old knight added: "Our knights are wearing heavy armor and are not as flexible in the water as those fishermen. We are repeatedly harassed by them and stabbed with harpoons and daggers.

Even if we can get ashore in heavy armor, the witch will still bombard us with lightning, and many powerful knights have been electrocuted to death. "

As if they were singing a double act, before Bamanda could say anything, another knight said, "Their methods are extremely cruel, and the knights who surrendered did not receive any preferential treatment that matched their glory.

After stripping off their armor, they actually allowed the mob to beat and insult our knights, and even seven or eight knights were beaten to death."

"In that case, you should have only lost 100 knights. What about the remaining 22 knights?"

"Some tried to attack the mob and support the friendly forces, but were killed by the lightning sticks. Some... suddenly disappeared... cough cough..."

The old knight's words did not make it clear that the number of knights who mysteriously disappeared was ten times the number of people killed by the lightning sticks.

The moonlight shone on her profile, and the cold sweat left streaks on Bamanda's makeup. At this moment, she no longer cared about her aristocratic demeanor.

After walking around the room for several times, Bamanda sat back at the table and said calmly, "It's okay, my dear husband still has 35 knights, and with you, we have nearly knights.

We have mercenaries and 1200 night watchmen, and the mobs have also suffered heavy casualties. As long as dear launches an attack, everything will be fine."

The old knight took a deep breath and glanced at the young knight beside him: "Madam, the Duke said he doesn't have enough troops and he is heading towards the castle..."

"You, say it again, you mean, he gave up the defense of Civic Road?!"

Standing up suddenly from the chair, Bamanda's chest heaving so violently that even the buttons on his chest broke, completely abandoning his previous noble form.

After receiving an affirmative answer, she fell silent.

Looking at the table in front of him, Bamanda felt dizzy. How could this be possible? How could this be possible?
They are just ten thousand farmers. One hundred extraordinary knights are enough to disperse and suppress them, not to mention that they have more than two thousand infantrymen!
If we set up a second line of defense on the wide road of Civic Road to block them, we will not necessarily lose. Even if we lose, we still have the third line of defense, the castle.

Why should we retreat directly to the third line of defense?

"Ah——" she screamed, and used the feather fan in her hand to fiercely sweep all the vases and documents on the table to the ground, "Stupid! Cowardly! Pig! Idiot! Low intelligence! No spirituality! No brain! You are a fool to respond like this!"

The vases, dishes and other decorations on the table were swept to the ground and smashed to pieces. Bamanda's hair was blown up, her veil was lifted, and she was leaning on the table, gasping for breath.

"Where are the secret troops outside the city? Tell them to come quickly." Zandebek held Bamanda's shoulders, his heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.

The old knight stepped forward and whispered, "The secret army has been spending more than it earns for many years. Three years ago, the Duke sold them to Catherine of Rapid City in the name of optimizing finances.

The one hundred infantrymen outside the city are just to scare them, they are of no use at all. Our real secret army is the 3700 soldiers led by Bishop Barnifos and the 8200 knights and soldiers led by Prince Condé. "

"How long will it take them to arrive?"

"About two or three days."

Zandebek's throat was so dry that he couldn't even swallow his saliva. He was the leader of all the tax collection.

According to rumors spread by the refugees, it was he who asked the Duke to order the blockade of all land and water checkpoints, locking the refugees near Fort Joan of Arc.

Others might be able to escape, but he himself knows best what he has done.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Looking at Zandebek who had fallen to the ground, Bamanda suddenly woke up: "Have the mercenaries also fled? Where is that idiot Dane now?"

"Most of the mercenaries have fled, and mobs are pouring in from all directions. The Duke said, please leave as soon as possible..."

"Then what are we still doing here?" After calming down, Bamanda immediately walked around the table, yelling at them while running towards the door, "You should have told me this as soon as you came in!"

But the knights did not move, their faces were embarrassed, as if they had not heard. "What's wrong? Let's go!" Walking to the door and holding the door handle, Bamanda turned his head to look at the knights behind him, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

"Madam, to be honest, we are surrounded." The old knight awkwardly opened the window of the town hall. The moon had already set in the west, but it still could not block the tide of flames around the town hall.

The sound of clockwork guns banging came from far away. Without the restraint of the knights, the holy gunners hid behind the spearmen and wantonly made gaps in the mercenaries' formation.

When the extraordinary knights fled, the morale of the mercenaries hit rock bottom.

The Power Knights have all run away, what are they still fighting for?

The well-equipped mercenaries retreated hastily, and were squeezed inward by the ragged refugees pouring in from all directions.

No matter how loudly the leader and the captain shouted, they were unable to adjust the direction of their charge - behind the others.

"Hand over your weapons!"

"Kneel down and don't kill!"

In the square in front of the town hall, countless farmers with black cloth tied on their heads or arms were shouting.

The black sea of ​​people was accompanied by furious roars.

Countless heads, countless queues, and the sound of footsteps can shake off the dust accumulated on the eaves.

Spears were stabbing through the crowd, and the black and red flags representing salvation were fluttering in the wind whipped up by the torches.

Carrying the flag of salvation, Armand climbed up the wall of a monastery with difficulty and planted the flag on it.

"The Duke is at the Town Hall!" he shouted, pointing at it.

The moonlight was dyed blood red by the torches. Mercenaries kept falling down in the storm of iron sand, wailing in a pool of blood.

On the original paving stone, blood continued to flow along the cracks until it gradually solidified and turned black.

At this time, the outermost group of mercenaries was only thirty yards away from the gate of the town hall.

When he realized this, Bamanda almost fainted.

The sound of popping beans coming from the window scared the knights so much that they shuddered all over and ducked their heads to avoid the attack.

Only after they realized that the devil's weapon had only hit the window did these elite knights, who were either squires or flag bearers, stand up with their heads raised in embarrassment.

"Secret passage, this side of the secret passage is called the castle, eat at the city hall, eat outside!" Seeing the arrival of the Farmers' Salvation Army, Bamanda, who shouted for the sacrifice of 5 farmers, could not speak anymore, and asked the old knight stutteringly.

The old knight did not speak, but looked at Bamanda awkwardly: "Dear Madam, I have no intention of disrespecting you, but I am sorry, in order to pass on the information about these terrible demons... forgive my impoliteness!"

"What are you doing? I'm here to give orders! Let me go!"

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The goshawk on the top of the castle opened its eyes, poked its head out curiously, and the fire burned in its clear eagle eyes.

The streets and alleys of Joan of Arc were filled with the rich smell of burning pine resin.

The giant snake formed by torches was slowly rushing towards the Duke's Castle in the center of Jeanne d'Arc from all directions.

In front of these ragged refugees, the well-equipped mercenaries retreated step by step.

Under the fluttering flag of salvation, behind Horn were Jessica and Madeline, and behind them were the soldiers in black cloaks.

Amid the chaotic yet orderly footsteps, countless refugees advanced towards the castle and the town hall.

And they were singing songs that the citizens had never heard before.

"Move this way, move that way, where can a poor man survive?"

"Hungry and cold, like a donkey or a mule, if you don't kill the demons, there will be nowhere to hide!"

"Which one is the devil? Which one is the demon?"

"The knight is the devil! The priest is a demon!"

"Sword in hand, follow me, I will kill all the demons and never look back!"

In everyone's sight, the spire on top of the Duke's Castle has come into view.

(End of this chapter)