Chapter 235: I’m sorry for making a fool of myself!
"Andal!" Mithren shouted, grabbing Andal's reins. "This is too rude. Apologize to Lady Jeanne quickly."

"Mr. Mitternich, I really can't stand it anymore. I don't know what the point is..."

"What do you mean?" The cold wind blew Jeanne's long hair, and she stared at Andal blankly.

"Didn't you ask me to give you some advice? My advice is that you should ask the opposing knight to duel, and the loser will retreat on his own. Isn't that what happens in knight novels?" The bleak reality made Andal completely unable to bear it any longer.

You know, among Catherine's forces, he is one of the few officers who is not from the Black Knight faction of Carl.

Although Catherine said that everyone should be treated equally, it is not so easy to break through nepotism.

He came to Autumn Island hoping to work together with the leader of the Salvation Army to defeat the church, to establish merit and become famous.

But the Salvation Army here gave him too much disappointment.

He thought the Salvation Army would be different from other peasant rebels, but what was the result?
There is no hero in this era to make Shengsun famous!

Sure enough, peasants are peasants, and ultimately they still have to rely on the leadership of knights.

After realizing this, he forced back his anger and said seriously:

“Let me be frank with you: stop being obsessed with the battles in chivalric novels; they are not real battles.

In the past, you learned to defeat the Duke from knight novels, but that was just a coincidence and was not due to your own strength at all.

In the next two months, let me train 4000 good guys, and maybe we can hold out until reinforcements arrive."

If he had to listen to this ignorant village girl, Andal would rather speak out at the beginning.

Otherwise, staying here would only be a waste of time, so he had to stop the loss in time.

Jeanna's eyes widened, and she seemed to be irritated: "Why? We have practiced so well."

"Have you practiced well?" Andal pulled Mitternich's hand away and drove the horse forward.

"Is the training not good? I ask."

"You won't be able to achieve what you want even if you practice like this for ten years. You're no match for the Imperial Command Company at all." Andal straightened his chest.

Jeanna snorted coldly and looked Andal up and down. "You talk nicely, but have you ever defeated the Imperial Order Company? Who are you?"

"I..." Andal was speechless for a moment, "Just because I can't beat the Knights of the Imperial Order doesn't mean I can't train you."

"You said before that we can't defeat the Knights of the Imperial Order, so we can't train soldiers. Why can you train soldiers when you can't defeat the Knights of the Imperial Order either?"

The temperature on Andal's face rose rapidly. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

"Ms. Jeanne, Andal is a straightforward person, and sometimes he..." With his legs lightly clamped on the horse's belly, Mitternich rode forward and helplessly stood between the two of them.

The worst case scenario he had anticipated still happened.

But Sissi, who should have stepped out to stop it, did not move. She just stared at Jeanne thoughtfully.

No matter how Mitternich tried to persuade them, the two men became more and more angry, even attracting the attention of the soldiers in training.

"The truth will be revealed on the battlefield. Why don't you try it yourself?"

Taking a deep breath, Andal gritted his teeth and asked, "Let's try it, shall we?"

"We will send three soldiers, and you will send ..."

"No need." Andal could no longer hold back his annoyance and anger, and said bluntly, "Three more? I'm going to fight ten! Let you see what a real fight is like."

Looking at Andal's flushed face and then at Sissi's calm face, Mitternich suddenly tugged at Andal's sleeve, motioning him to talk aside.

But Andal shook off Mitternich's hand and raised his chin stubbornly: "What do you think? Do you dare?"

"Okay, who wouldn't dare?" Jeanna waved in the distance, and a Salvation Army soldier trotted over, "I won't take advantage of you, you're wearing armor and holding a blunt sword."

"unnecessary."

"Don't you want to show us a real fight? How can you show it without armor?"

Andal angrily jumped off his horse, almost snatched the armor from the man, and began to check whether the armor had been tampered with.

This rude scene made Mitternich frown again. He walked towards Jeanne, ready to apologize for Andal himself and try to stop this diplomatic incident, but was poked by Sissi with her elbow.

Looking at Sissi who looked indifferent, Mitternich was furious: "Sissi, why are you just watching?"

"Mithne, believe me, Andar is too prejudiced and too proud. It will be good for him to break his pride."

"Are you so sure they will win?"

Pulling Mitternich to sit on the tree stump, Sissi said nothing, but just showed a mysterious smile.

The cold wind blew the vines on the fence left and right.

Leaning against the fence, Jeanna played with the ends of her braided hair with her left hand, silently watching Andal putting the collar on his shoulders.

The collar armor can cover his throat and collarbone, so even if he is hit, he will not be seriously injured.

If it weren't for Armand's report, Jeanne would have had a good impression of this group of people.

It's just that this arrogant and unaware knight is too annoying, otherwise she wouldn't have deliberately set up this trap to target Andal.

Of course, if Andal had been less arrogant, he would never have fallen into this crude scheme.

Another "knight", humph!
She tilted her head and instructed Das who had just arrived: "Have half of the people change to stone bullets, wind up one less round, and don't aim at key parts."

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I know what I'm doing." Das put on his hood, carried a spear and walked towards the ten selected soldiers.

After everything was dressed, ten soldiers from the Salvation Regiment carried clockwork guns and lined up in two rows, five people in each row.

The haze in the sky was getting thicker and thicker. Jeanna raised her head and looked at the thick black and gray clouds above her head.

A cold wind blew through the woods, leaving only broken branches swaying on the tree trunks. Jackdaws circled in the air, making mournful cries.

In addition to the chirping sound, there are also crisp creaking sounds.

"Are you all ready?"

Leaning against the fence, Jeanne grinned, revealing a row of bright white teeth.

"I'm ready." Andal danced with his sword, inserted the sword into the soil, and placed his hands on the counterweight ball behind the hilt.

On the other side, Das made a gesture, indicating that he was ready.

"It's a 50-meter distance. Whoever is last standing wins. There are no rules."

Andal kicked the sword and raised the sword in his hand. Through the T-shaped gap of the helmet, he could see the weapons in the hands of the farmers.

A wooden stick about 1.5 meters long and wrapped in iron.

This was a huge improvement over the branches and stones that ordinary farmers used, but in Andal's opinion -

"That's not even close!"

Andal stepped on the ground, leaving a deep footprint, and charged towards them.

Then, Andal saw that the five farmers in the front row could not bear the pressure and actually knelt down.

"You think the battlefield is a joke? What's the use of a few short sticks?"

"Farmers are farmers, knights are knights, you were born to provide resources for warriors!"

"Let me break your fantasy and show you what the bloody reality is like!"

Andal was roaring as he ran wildly.

Stepping on the hoarfrost-covered grass, the sunlight in the haze shone on his armor, emitting a dim luster.

Andal quickly rushed over a distance of twenty meters, and he could clearly see the numb expressions of fear on the soldiers' faces.

Andal raised the edgeless sword in his hand high, grinned and shouted: "Excuse me!"

“Ding—dong!”

(End of this chapter)