Chapter 271: The Salvation Army of Jeanne d'Arc replied to Prince Condé
"Oh Charles, demon of the Condé, friend of the devil, dog of Lucifer himself...

...Devil shit, you eat your army and then eat it. You pretty bastard, we are not afraid of your army, what about you...

...You are a builder from Huaqiu City, a ditch seller from Changge City, a goat fucker from Laoyin City, and the boars from the Upper and Lower River Islands. There is not a single one that you have not fucked!
...You are the singer, Charles, and you are the stubborn one in my heart. Go and kiss me! You bastard!"

When Montejac finished reading this long passage in a French chant, the entire hall fell silent.

Several servants stood by the door, still with serious expressions on their faces, but judging from their flushed faces, it must have taken a lot of effort.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what do you think of this damn Savior Army Kukuku?" Monteyak's voice sounded at the right time, "Why is it that Kukuku always leaks secrets..."

"What are you doing?" Bellard slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and pointed at Monteyak's nose and asked.

"What did I do?" Montejak shrugged innocently and said with a smile, "I didn't do anything. I'm serious. Aren't we discussing the Savior Army in Kukuku?"

"You were clearly laughing the whole time, you never stopped!" A blood-red color instantly covered Bellard's face.

"I'm just thinking of happy things, okay?"

"You!" Bellard wanted to say something, but Boelio next to him suddenly stepped forward and slapped him hard.

He felt a sudden burning pain on his cheek, and when Bellard reacted, he saw the dark oak table legs in front of him.

Bo Aoluo slowly withdrew his hand: "Idiot, listen to the sounds around you, do you still want to make noise?"

Sitting on the cold stone floor, Bellard looked around blankly.

The other servants and maids, who had previously been able to hold themselves together, began to giggle after his quarrel, covering their mouths with their aprons or burying their mouths in their shoulders.

Bellard suddenly realized what was going on and lowered his head in shame.

Looking at the letter in Montyac's hand, Bogliou felt helpless. Like Horn, he did not understand what Prince Conde meant by this.

Maybe it’s because Prince Conde made his fortune from the Border Knights, so he only needs to go into battle and kill vampires.

But the nobles of the empire have a lot to consider. After all these years, Prince Conde has not adapted to the new environment and still retains the old straightforward style of the Knights Templar.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bogliuo."

"You can't apologize to Mr. Monteyak without courtesy."

"My sincerest apologies, Mr. Montejac," Bellard said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, okay, my good nephew." Monteyak said happily.

Seeing that Bellard's face was red enough to bleed, Bogliu snapped his fingers and said, "Bellard, take four teams of fifty knights to patrol the wild and look for traces of those damn short-haired beasts."

Only after Berarde left the city hall did Boio regain control of the situation.

"This is just a trick used by the Savior Army to provoke us. If we really get angry and attack Huilu Town, we will fall into their trap."

Bo Aoluo saw it at a glance, and realized that this was meant to provoke them.

There was a reason why Prince Condé kept Beaulieu in Château Jeanne d'Arc. There were many capable fighters in the Royal Company, but few capable of planning.

Although Bogliuo does not have the strength of a titled knight, he is one of the few rational knights in the Imperial Order Company.

Argan glanced at Monteyak and said to Bo Aoluo: "Sir Bo Aoluo, do you mean that we should leave the Salvation Army outside for now?

I don't mean to urge you to go to war, I just need a definite answer so that I can prepare myself."

Bo Aoluo fell silent for a long time before he answered: "It is best to be fully prepared, because the short-haired ones are easy to kill, but Horn is difficult to kill with the witch by his side."

"Okay, I understand." Argon nodded, "We will speed up the recruitment and training of the militia."

After leaving the town hall and returning to his residence, Boaluo sat at the table and read the military books of the ancient Aiel era as he had done before.

But the book that he once read with great interest, he now read from day to night without finishing even a single page.

Putting down the book helplessly, Bo Aoluo had to admit that he was a little impatient. It was an irrefutable truth of the empire that if the monarch was humiliated, the minister would die. As the lord, Prince Condai was humiliated, but he did not fight. The pressure he had to bear was not small.

Boglieu made the military decision at the risk of "social death".

If he had not defeated the Savior Army in the end, his treatment in aristocratic society would have been similar to that of the Duke of Darnay.

Bo Aoliao still did not go into battle, not because he was afraid of the group of stinky farmers in the Savior Army, but because he was afraid of the demon Horn, whose ability to bewitch people was comparable to that of Pope Joan!

If we let him run away and end up in Black Snake Bay, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause.

After drinking two glasses of wine and sleeping all night, when he woke up in the early morning, Beaulieu's mind finally calmed down a little.

He lit the incense, sat at the desk, and tried to read the military book again.

This time, before he could turn two pages, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Uncle, uncle."

The voice came before the person. After a distressed sigh, Bogliuo put the bookmark between the pages of the book. Turning around, he saw Bellard walking in from the door in a hurry.

"what happened?"

"I found traces of a large group of Salvation Army troops outside the city."

"What did you say?" Beaulieu's breathing became heavy. "How could they come to Jeanne d'Arc?"

Bellard said hastily, "It's true. I was on patrol last night and found them. They seemed to want to attack at night, so I drove them away..."

"Idiot!" Bo Aoluo jumped up from his chair. "You should have come back and reported to me first. You let them go?"

"Aren't we ready yet?"

"It's a different time now, don't you know what timing is?"

Bellard quickly defended himself, "After they found us, they confronted us first, and then turned around and left in the morning."

"Do you know where they went?"

"I sent light cavalry to track and harass them along the way. They can't move fast."

Bo Aoluo felt a little more at ease.

He originally thought that the Salvation Army would hold the city and wait for rescue, as could be seen from the fact that they only dared to send three or two companies to attack.

I didn't expect that they would dare to take the initiative to attack with the entire army and try to launch a night attack. Joan of Arc was Beaulieu's home ground.

Instead of playing a simpler city defense battle, they chose to play a field battle... Are you tired of living and want to commit suicide? Or have you run out of food and grass?
He couldn't help but wonder what Horn was trying to do.

But he couldn't help but think of the ridiculous level of intelligence he had gathered before, and anything could happen.

The only one to be wary of is that evil guy Horn.

As the news spread, more and more people gathered at the camp of the Imperial Order Company.

Even the disheveled Argan arrived. He stood at the door and looked at Booru intently.

Under the gaze of everyone, Bo Aoluo hesitated again, but this time he did not hesitate for too long.

Let it be a conspiracy. Under the suppression of hard power, even the most sophisticated conspiracy is just a farce. At most, Horn cannot be caught.

Now the short-haired guys have revealed their flaws, and it would be a pity if we missed the opportunity.

"Call the Imperial Order Company, the Ibe Knights, and the Temple Knights to fight!"

(End of this chapter)