Chapter 265 You are too human, not suitable for this place
Bernardo was born into a middle-class family and studied law and mathematics with his father.

Perhaps he inherited the blood of his true knight father, he has been interested in military affairs since he was a child.

He spent all his salary to buy every military book available on the market, and even worked as an accountant for a mercenary group for three years.

It was not until his adoptive father died and the grandmother of the Alco family came to visit him that he realized he was actually the illegitimate son of a nobleman.

Since then, Bernardo has stayed with the old lady to help her deal with family affairs and manage everything in order.

Although the old lady sent him to Count Enrico, nominally to help Enrico manage food and grass, the old lady still had an example of asking Enrico to provide military advice.

It’s just that Count Enrico was much more stubborn than Bernardo had imagined, and the decisions he made at every stage were wrong.

But if he really had to go into battle himself, even if he made every decision right, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to defeat these black-clad troops.

No matter what you say, you can't win.

He had never seen such an army before. They were able to withstand the charge of the squire knights without disintegrating, withstand the rain of arrows from the longbowmen without slowing down, and raise their spears to actively counterattack the extraordinary knights.

If he really was the coach, I'm afraid he would just turn this big defeat into a small one.

In the small area between the hill and the lake, on the bloody grass, nearly thirty corpses of extraordinary knights were lying randomly.

Almost every one of them was once the single-game kill king on the southern battlefield, wearing armor passed down from their ancestors that no one could break for thousands of years.

But now, they opened their eyes full of fear, their feces and urine were coming out, their faces were pale and hideous, their bodies were emitting the stench of corpses, and they died more like ordinary people than ordinary people.

When Bernardo and the rest of the knights gathered, he counted the number of people and found that there were only 100 of the original 55 extraordinary knights left, with 45 killed in battle or "missing".

A group of 200 squire knights launched a charge, but when they returned, there were only about 100 of them left, and when they gathered, there were only about 90 of them.

As for the remnants of the defeated infantry, only more than 300 of them were able to return to their lord.

The rest of the infantry and squire knights were either killed in battle or fled out of fear, and perhaps even more were captured.

Standing on the hillside on horseback, the setting sun is as blood-red as ice, flowing in the cold stream.

The blood-red light reflected from the stream shone on the armor of the defeated soldiers. They were covered in dirt and had long lost the high spirits they had when they set out in the morning.

Bernardo couldn't help but compare them with that cold-blooded and cruel army and sighed.

Could such an army achieve the same results as just now when facing the Imperial Order Company?
Shaking his head, Bernardo quickly dispelled this outrageous thought.

"Bernardo, Count Enrico wants you to report back with the list."

Walking into the dirty tent, I don’t know if Count Enrico forgot or was just showing off, but he still hasn’t taken off his gray armor.

Sitting on a small stool with disheveled hair, he stared blankly at the burning brazier in front of him.

He still didn't understand, how could these peasant rebels be defeated by just a horizontal formation of a hundred meters wide without even forming a square and thick Dunjar formation?
What a joke!
What are those whizzing things? The devil's wind?
Every time a strong wind blew, several knights fell.

In the recent rout, they were first ambushed by the Second Guards Legion hiding in the woods, leaving behind five or six bodies of knights.

Later, they were ambushed by the Breastplate Holy Gun Cavalry who appeared from nowhere, leaving behind three or five bodies of knights.

Count Enrico was in a panic and had no idea where to go. It was Bernardo who pulled his reins and led the army into this safe area.

At this moment, inside the tent, several prestigious knights were sitting numbly, looking at Bernardo who walked in awkwardly.

"How about it?" Enrico's tired voice sounded in the tent, "Let's discuss it."

Enrico's answer was the lowered heads of many knights.

"Arianco, what do you think about the battle that just happened?" Count Enrico called out directly.

"My Lord, I think there must be something evil going on here." Arianco said confidently, "We are all the most elite knights. It is impossible for us to flee the battlefield involuntarily. The only explanation is that there is something evil going on here."

"I know it's the devil, but what exactly is the devil's wind?" Count Enrico asked Arianco as if he remembered something, "Nichol has encountered them before, why didn't he tell me about the devil's wind?"

"Maybe he saw it wrong, it's not necessarily his fault."

"Maybe he was deceived by the vampire spies. These people in the Thousand Valley are all descendants of vampires."

"Although Nicol lied about military intelligence, he is dead after all. It is not good to humiliate the honor of the dead."

"...Okay." Listening to the knights' chatter, Count Enrico said, "Then let's say there is a vampire spy..."

"My Lord Count!" Bernardo could no longer hold back. "I must remind you that their power should not be underestimated. Nicol's concealment led to our failure. What if we conceal it again and it leads to the failure of Jeanne d'Arc?"

"Are you kidding me that the Knights of the Imperial Company would be defeated by peasants?" Arianco immediately stood up and retorted, and the other knights echoed him. "Pay attention to your identity, Mr. Lawyer!"

"We all wear armor and knight swords, and you wear linen clothes. I don't think you are qualified to attend this meeting!"

"A bastard with a mother but no father, is this something you can interfere with?"

"Someone, get out!"

"My Lord Count." At this critical moment, Bernardo could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

The arrival of these black-clad troops here means that all areas near the town of Mayo have been lost. Now that they have been defeated, with the enemy's marching speed, they might launch a surprise attack on Fort Joan of Arc any day.

Continuing to conceal the truth will only make the disaster worse.

Even a clay man is still a little angry. After being treated rudely by the knights, Bernardo could not suppress it:

"If you want to hide it, please allow me to leave first and return to the family residence to discuss my duties with the old lady."

As soon as he said this, Bernardo regretted it. He could definitely say this, but he definitely couldn't say it at this time, and certainly not in front of everyone.

Sure enough, as soon as the words came out, the whole tent fell silent. They were surprised that this civilian dared to threaten them, but they had to admit that the threat was quite threatening.

At that time, Bernardo would just say a few words in front of the old lady, and their good image over the years would be destroyed.

Although he was a servant at this moment, he represented the old lady's will and dignity.

Submit to this servant?

No, the knight would rather die than surrender!
As for Bernardo, he knew that now that things had come to this, he was definitely hated by the knights.

Since there is no way to have a good ending, let's just take advantage of the situation to finalize the decision.

In the cold atmosphere, the two sides were in a stalemate, with only the sound of Count Enrico's sweat dripping from his forehead.

Thankfully, a burst of gunfire broke the awkward and strange silence, and Arianco was the first to say, "Enemy attack!"

Count Enrico stood up immediately and said: "We will discuss this matter later."

The knights and earls quickly rushed out of the tent and began to prepare to escape. Yes, they were possessed by the devil and fled involuntarily.

When I get back, I must go to the church to exorcise the devil and then be baptized.

Standing alone in the tent, Bernardo turned around with a wry smile and ran towards the stable.

On the hillside outside the camp, fifty cuirassiers stood still on their horses and fired continuously at the tents.

When the extraordinary knights chase them, they will quickly ride away on their horses.

They even took off their breastplates and other baggage, and moved much faster than the extraordinary knights.

If there are too many people being chased by the Extraordinary Knights, they will flee in all directions and use their speed advantage to shake off the pursuers.

If the number of pursuers is too small, they will lure the knights to the direction of Jeanne and ask Her Majesty to come down and collect the heads.

If the Extraordinary Knights did not move, these Holy Gun Cavalry would beat drums and gongs, blow trumpets and sing songs, and occasionally fire lead and stone bullets into the tents.

The only way is to move to another place when the extraordinary knights are chasing and harassing them.

Bernardo thought he was careful enough and he had cleared almost all traces, but he was still caught again and again.

How on earth did they find the camp?
Walking into the stable, Bernardo put away the luggage and bags, plugged in the map, stroked the horse's mane, and closed his eyes in pain.

After standing still for a second, he shook off all his messy thoughts, exhaled, and prepared to get on the horse.

With his hands on the saddle, Bernardo blinked. His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a dark shadow, and he turned slightly to see who it was.

But I saw a thick wooden stick getting bigger and bigger in my sight.

Bernardo saw Sky fall to the other side and heard the voice of Arianco's personal servant.

"My master asked me to tell you that a knight's dignity is to die rather than surrender. My master doesn't want to dirty his hands, so he asked me to do it."

"Also, I have to advise you that a servant should act like a servant. You look too much like a human and are not suitable for this place."

The stick broke through the air and Bernardo lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)