Chapter 270 Quack! Yes, when did you come? !
Amid the waves of turquoise hills, country knights in yellow and green wool tights swam blindly around the fortress of chariots like a school of dizzy Latin fish.

On the grass beside the river, a row of Hussite chariots made of thickened wooden boards were connected end to end, and farmers who migrated with the army stood in a circle inside the chariots.

Rudilo barely managed to stick his head out from the array of spearmen and looked at the Ibe country knights who were spinning back and forth looking for flaws.

Sandwiched between two extraordinary spearmen, Rudilo angrily straightened his brim helmet that had made his head look a circle bigger.

"This shitty helmet must be replaced tomorrow!"

His eyes searched among the sparse trees and bushes. He could hear the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground.

"Over there, over there." Lying on the branch of a big tree, Jourdain, who had the best eyesight, pointed in a direction and shouted.

Pushing away the burly man next to him, Rudilo escaped from the situation of being surrounded by men.

He grasped the edge of the carriage, flipped over nimbly, jumped into the carriage, and squeezed to the front line of the holy musketeers.

A total of more than thirty extraordinary knights and squire knights appeared in the field of vision. They formed a long line and rushed forward in a dispersed manner like a sawtooth.

"You never learned your lesson!" Licking his yellow teeth excitedly, Rudilo raised the lance in his hand, "Second Division Holy Gunner, take aim!"

The black holy gun stretched out from the firing hole of the chariot, and the knights swallowed their saliva at the same time.

"put!"

Amidst the praises of the Holy Wind, the holy gunners in the truck took turns placing their holy guns on the triangular shooting holes and fired.

Lead bullets whizzed past them, and the knights suddenly lowered their heads, which had always been held high, and charged forward tremblingly.

They could no longer charge in formation with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, and could only crouch on their horses' backs in a wretched manner, shrinking their bodies to the smallest possible size.

They buried their heads in the horse's mane and kept calling out the names of various angels, hoping that they would come to help them.

The Dog Knight has a very rich imagination in order to survive.

But the holy wind is blown by the Holy Father. How can the angels resist it?
The black bullets hit the chain mail of the squire knights, and with a crisp cracking sound, the broken iron rings and the flying thick blood plasma splashed all over the ground.

After falling off their horses, several squire knights curled up in the mud in agony, unable to stand up, and could only let out heart-wrenching howls.

"Retreat, retreat!"

After leaving behind four or five bodies, the remaining people turned a corner in front of the fort and circled away amid the terrified shouts of the Extraordinary Knights.

With one hand on the edge of the cart, Rudilo jumped down and waved to the anxious villagers and the Skitarii: "Don't worry, everyone. We have repelled them once again. When the Cuirass Paladins arrive, they won't be able to escape."

Although we have to face the enemy head-on, it does not mean we have to rush straight forward.

Friends who often fight in wars know that insufficient foreplay will make the advance difficult, and it is necessary to fully mobilize the enemy forces in order to advance smoothly.

Horn's previous pre-war meeting was just a unification of ideas.

Among the advantages of time, place and people, only people are favorable at the moment. As for the current strength comparison between the two sides, there is still a gap.

This gap needs to be bridged through various tactical means.

Starting from the 28th, Horn began to gradually evacuate the villagers and the crusaders between Grayfurnace and Jeanne d'Arc to the rear of Grayfurnace.

This move naturally attracted the attention of Jeanne d'Arc, and the Knights of Ibe launched repeated attacks in an attempt to stop the retreating peasants.

During this period, they also launched a tentative attack on Huilu Town, but gained nothing except leaving behind a dozen corpses that were charred by Jeanne.

In this war situation, the bunker tactics "invented" by Horn played a huge role.

Perhaps the chariot fort tactics cannot launch an active attack and cannot deal with high-level extraordinary knights, but it is still quite effective against these low-level extraordinary knights.

The battle situation is often like this: the knights arrive and charge, but they cannot break out of the fort and their formation is disrupted by the volleys of gunfire, so they have to turn around and leave.

Like today, even if Horn and his team relocated the farmers near Jeanne d'Arc, these Ibe Knights were helpless.

If these extraordinary knights had left a little later, they would have been entangled by the arriving cuirassier and then surrounded by other legions, becoming one of the knight corpses that were passed around.

Another famous sight outside Jeanne d'Arc Castle is dozens of naked bodies of knights tied to dozens of crosses.

Every day, local farmers come here to throw stones and slingshots at the knights.

Especially between the knights' legs, the length was even smashed into a negative number.

The bodies of these knights rotted and were smashed within a few days, so they had to be constantly replaced.

Holding the lance in his hand and leaning on the ground, Rudilo put his hands on the awning and asked Jourdan, who was lying on the branch, "Have you retreated?"

"Retreat, retreat!" Standing up on a thick branch, Jourdan, the division captain, waved excitedly at Rudilo below.

"Be careful." A hand suddenly reached out from the side and pulled Jourdan's collar back.

As their bodies lost balance, the two of them rolled down from the tree and fell heavily to the ground, raising a circle of dust.

A chicken feather arrow flew past where Jourdan had just been and stuck in the tree.

"Thank you." Jourdan climbed up and pulled Laurent by the arm. Now Laurent has become a member of the Crusader Army. Covering his bleeding nose, Laurent said hatefully, "How can these devils shoot arrows so far?"

"That's a balsa wood arrow." Rudilo straightened his brass-brimmed helmet and pulled the wooden arrow out of the tree. "Oh, they even wrote us a letter."

After opening the letter, Rudilo frowned and read it for a long time. With his limited knowledge of paper-making, he recited in a low voice: "I, Prince Condé, want money."

"Is that how it's pronounced?"

"I'm not a monk of the Holy Fathers, and I can't read this stuff." Putting the letter into his arms, Rudilo walked towards the center of the camp, "Old Marlou, Old Marlou! Brother Old Marlou, where is he?"

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Gray furnace town.

The sky was gloomy all day, but it didn't rain.

In the dim pale light of the sky, the officers of the Salvation Army sat with Horn and members of the Holy Fathers, listening to the golden reciter read the letter from Prince Condé.

“As Prince of Condé, a descendant of the Plantagenet dynasty, a brother of the Knights of the Sanctuary, an extraordinary knight who has never failed, a staunch guardian of the Tomb of Myrcella, a devout believer chosen by the Holy Father, and the hope and comfort of the believers.

—I command you, the Salvation Army of Jeanne d'Arc, to surrender to me voluntarily and without resistance.

After reading the letter, Horn didn't feel anything, and even found it a little ridiculous.

What he couldn't get on the battlefield, he wanted to get with a piece of paper? I don't know whether to say he was arrogant or naive.
Horn turned to Madeline and asked, "Is everything ready?"

"Everything is ready. The villagers who moved here have nothing to do, so they can help us dig the soil and clean the giant spider's silk sacs."

"What about the location?"

"We have identified a few, but nothing has been finalized yet."

This is because Horn has not yet decided on the location of the final battle. After all, he is not sure whether he can confuse Booru.

Letting the Savior Army use the car fort tactics to relocate the farmers was one aspect. He also blocked the roads and specifically targeted the Leia merchants, but let the Fran merchants go.

He didn't know what the relationship was between the Franks and Beaujolais, and perhaps he could create a rift between them by doing this.

As a result, the efficiency of the Franks' support for Beaulieu is expected to be greatly reduced.

Looking up at the sky, Horn stroked the stubble on his chin. He had originally planned to wait until the spring rain came before playing, in order to maximize Jeanne's power.

But fate is so coincidental that the spring rain came late.

"Your Majesty."

Horn lowered his head and looked straight at the officers and priests in front of him.

“How should we respond?”

What to reply? Horn stood up and walked around the table in the makeshift training ground.

Picking up a pen and paper, he suddenly walked in front of the warrior monks who were resting after training. He first read the letter of Prince Condai again, and then asked:

"Gentlemen, this is the letter from Prince Condé. How do you think I should respond?"

"Let him eat poop." Someone shouted in the crowd.

The war monks immediately burst into laughter. Horn smiled and actually copied this sentence on paper.

This stunned the war monks, Your Majesty, you really wrote it.

"Anyone else? Anyone else want to give a message to Prince Condé?"

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Seeing that Horn really wrote down this sentence, after a few seconds of silence, more people immediately raised their hands.

"Prince Conde, you eat the devil's shit." Jonal suddenly stood up and spoke boldly.

"And then say 'After you finish eating, your army will eat your shit'...hahaha." At this point, the other war monk couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahahahaha——" Coleman was so happy that he rolled off his chair.

Inspiration came, and Moncet said: "I know, brother Armand, if you write it like this, you will say 'Prince of Condé, you are the singer!'"

"This is good, this is good." Victor quickly applauded in agreement.

"I have another..."

"I'll say something too. I'll..."

Gathered around the table, the war monks talked one after another, racking their brains to turn the dirtiest country slang and curse words in their memories into steaming words amid laughter.

Soon, a response letter, unprecedented in the history of the empire, was delivered to Montejac by a passing Frankish merchant.

(End of this chapter)