Chapter 234 My Salvation Army is invincible

Standing in the unforgiving wind, the horses sneezed.

In front of the military camp, Mitternich and his companions hid beside their horses to avoid the cold wind.

By noon, the sky was completely overcast, with only a few faint rays of sunlight, too thin to be seen, shining through the thick gray clouds onto the backs of the war horses.

After Armand entered the barracks to report the situation, Andal couldn't hold it in anymore and kept complaining:
"They are just a bunch of peasants playing house. How many of them are there? How dare they call themselves the Papal States?"

"Did you listen to what Thomas said? What did he say? The Holy Grandson asked Myrcella in his dream to appoint him as Pope, and she actually agreed!"

"I'm really curious, how did they defeat the extraordinary knights? Did they rely on the witch dance performances of rural farmers?"

"They said the Duke would be defeated, and it wasn't the Salvation Army that did it, but the internal conflict between the Duke and the Duchess. I didn't believe it at first, but now I have some doubts."

"Sir Mitternich, I have to say that I don't know why we came to Autumn Sunset Island instead of staying at home to celebrate the New Year's Day."

"From their current performance, they are just a group of ignorant farmers, no different from other peasant rebels..."

Andal's complaints irritated Mitternich's eardrums, and he responded helplessly: "Say less."

The main purpose of Mitternich and others' visit to the Salvation Army, in addition to inspection, was to provide talents to the Salvation Army.

In Catherine's opinion, although the Salvation Army was powerful, it originated from the countryside and did not have many people available.

Among Catherine's experienced officers, the only one who was not too disgusted with the Savior Army was Andal.

In the plan, Andal will serve as a military advisor to help them train the army, and Martial will serve as a political advisor to help them handle government affairs.

Catherine once promised the two that if they performed well, they would be appointed as fiefdom knights or city nobles in the future.

Having heard that the Salvation Army defeated hundreds of knights in Jeanne d'Arc and beheaded the Duke, Andal thought that was not too bad.

When they arrived at the scene, they found out that the knights were drowned after the witch broke their chains, the clockwork gun was actually a small crossbow with a very loud sound, and the Savior Army was a makeshift team made up of farmers' mumblings.

If Andal hadn't promised Catherine, he would have turned around and left.

"Honestly, I'll go check on their soldiers later. If the soldiers can be saved, then there is still hope. But if the soldiers can't..."

Ignoring Andal's chatter, Mitternich turned to Sissi and asked, "Do you know who will be the one to pick them up?"

Sissi looked at the El military camp in the distance: "Armand said that His Majesty Horn couldn't come because of something, so he is most likely the second-in-command of the Salvation Army..."

"Segar?"

"No, it's Her Highness Jeanne d'Arc, the Holy Knight."

As soon as he heard the name, Mitternich knew that this was the witch in the hands of the Savior Army.

Their willingness to support the Salvation Army was largely due to the importance of the witch Jeanne.

The impression of this witch can be basically described, based on the key words Mitternich extracted from Sissi's narrative, as follows: enthusiastic, cheerful, chivalrous, outspoken, and brave.

But after what happened before, he began to doubt how much embellishment there was in Sissi's narrative.

If you think about it carefully, although she was born into an armed peasant family, she was raised by a public farmer, so she is most likely an ignorant village girl.

Enthusiastic, cheerful and brave, isn’t this the image of the silly girl in the village?

As for chivalry and speaking up for justice, I can only say that I learned about it from reading chivalry novels.

It fits Mitternich's stereotype of a foolish country woman.

"Ah, here they come."

As soon as Jeanne was mentioned, she arrived. Mitternich straightened his back and looked towards the direction of the military camp gate.

The fence gate slowly opened, and a long black braid could be seen swinging.

The female knight in brown and black leather armor rode her warhorse skillfully towards them, and beside her stood Armand, reporting in a low voice.

The heroic-looking female knight tilted her head and listened to Armand, who was following closely, with a slight smile on her face. "Sissi!"

The moment she looked up and saw Sissi, Jeanne immediately waved to her with a big smile on her face.

She dismounted, trotted forward, gave Sissi a big hug, and then began to reminisce about the past with Sissi.

After reminiscing about the past, Sissi dutifully introduced the people present to her one by one.

After some communication and self-introductions between the two sides, Andal no longer complained as before when they reached the formal occasion, and he still bowed obediently for the sake of face.

"Hello, I am Andal Fuller, the military instructor sent by Catherine."

"Andal, it sounds like a woman's name, but it turns out to be a man's, ahahaha." Jeanne said carelessly.

Mitternich stepped forward and held Andal's white-knuckled fist: "I wonder where Lord Horn is now? Do you have time to meet?"

"My brother is holding a debate meeting." Jeanne patted Mitternich's shoulder. "Come on, I'll show you our Salvation Army training. Isn't Andal an instructor? He can give us some advice."

"Our great Pope is too busy managing such a big country." Unconsciously, there was a hint of gunpowder in Andal's tone.

Jeanna glanced at him, but did not refute anything. Instead, she waved her hand as a matter of course and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see the new army."

The muscles on his cheeks were tense, and Andal looked at Mitternich with a "Can you believe it" expression.

Frowning, Mittenyi narrowed his eyes and shook his head, signaling Andal not to cause trouble.

Jeanne did not take them inside the military camp, but headed towards the training ground on the other side.

At this time, the sunlight in the sky was blocked by clouds and haze. Since when, it seemed that everything was covered with a layer of withered yellow filter.

The clatter of horse hooves crushed the dry grass leaves and branches. On the muddy ground that was gradually frozen by the cold, a group of young men wearing colorful patched clothes appeared behind the hillside.

"Look, this is our Papal State's top-notch military. They are in training."

After walking this distance, Andal calmed down a little.

Hearing Jeanne's words, he lifted his felt hat a little and looked at the young men.

After all, this is his future job, so he has to work hard no matter how unhappy he is.

On the grass, four or five hundred soldiers were busy training. Sometimes they ran around like a group of headless flies, and sometimes they fell like a puddle of mud.

But to Andal, their formation looked like a randomly drifting mist.

If the formation and array were already horrible, their spirit and energy were even more like those of beggars and serfs, which was made even more so by their tattered clothes.

If this were a soldier, Andal would eat it directly.

Especially when it got closer, it got to the point where Mitternich couldn't help but turn his head away in disgust.

As they marched, the recruits in the back row pressed their chests against the backs of the recruits in the front row, shouted "at ease" five times, and moved forward three meters.

Dozens of soldiers were spinning like ballet dancers. When the officer shouted "Look left", there were a dozen soldiers in each team looking at each other in pairs, and they didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Is this training?"

"Yes." Jeanna said seriously, "My Savior Army is invincible. We have 4000 members of the Imperial Order Company, while the Kingdom of Leia only has 40. What do you think?

Our Pope Horn is strong and healthy, while the current Pope Johnny VIII is old and weak.

At that time, our army will directly invite our Saint Sun to fight. The only person the other side can send is Johnny VIII. Can an 18-year-old beat an 80-year-old? "

"Haha, haha." Mitternich laughed dryly, "Yes, yes, haha."

"Oh?" After a long silence, Andal's teasing voice sounded undisguisedly, "Then why don't you just send the angels down to earth and kill all the church's troops? Can't your grandson communicate with the Holy Father?"

(End of this chapter)