Chapter 272 It's like walking on flat ground!

"Why are they coming to the vicinity of Jeanne d'Arc instead of staying in Grayfurnace?"

Hearing the news brought by the servant, Montejac, who was wearing silk pajamas, was so shocked that he jumped out of bed.

Isn't this courting death? What on earth is the commander thinking?
He had clearly informed Horn of the specific situation of the Imperial Order Company. Anyone with a brain should know that they were no match for the Imperial Order Company.

The best option should be to defend Grayfurnace Town, wait for the arrival of the Norse Knights, and slowly consume the strength of the Imperial Order Knights.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

Montejac took off his silk pajamas and threw them carelessly on the ground.

He pulled out a relatively clean linen shirt from the chaotic pile of clothes and put it on while saying, "Leave 100 men to guard Fort Jeanne d'Arc, and the remaining 250 men all come with me."

Under the gloomy sky, a mixed team of 3000 infantry and cavalry marched quickly on the muddy road.

The flag in the front was held by the two flag bearers following Booru.

When Monteyaq appeared on the left side of the team with 250 royal knights, Bellard noticed it immediately.

He did not act rashly, but came to Boaluo's side: "Captain, Mr. Montejac is here."

Bo Aoluo had already noticed it. He turned his horse and came to the position opposite to Montejac. "Sir Montejac, why did you leave the city?"

"Didn't the Archbishop say that? These short-haired people must be eradicated. Otherwise, they must be eradicated!" Monteyak was not wearing a helmet, letting his greasy brown hair fall behind his ears. "I'm here to help."

"You'd better really be here to help." Bo Aoluo snorted coldly and returned directly to the team.

After instructing his men to "pay more attention to" the Royal Knight, Bo Aoluo did not take any other action and continued marching.

After all, Wang Xian Knight is not from the same system as him, and he cannot order him to do anything.

Besides, opportunities for war were rare, and he had no time to waste with this lowly French playboy.

"Have you investigated the situation of Shorthair? How many troops do they have? Where are they now?"

"The investigation is complete." Bellard waved his hand, and a squire knight came running over quickly.

"Captain, according to the current intelligence, the Shorthair has five to six companies, about 100 cavalry, and more than 2000 wagons carrying supplies, a total of about 3000-10 people, and they are currently about miles away from us."

Bellard sneered. It was no wonder that this army was made up of farmers. They even brought bottles and jars with them during the night raid.

Bo Aoluo asked, "Where is that demon Horn?"

“Also in the team.”

"you sure?"

"Yes," the squire said firmly, "I have seen him with my own eyes."

Bo Aoluo nodded and said, "Go and confirm their location again. Don't let them escape. Make sure you catch them before they return to Huilu Town."

"As you command, Your Excellency."

The squire left with a few rangers, and Bogliu turned back and silently counted his troops.

Altogether they consisted of 100 Imperial Knights, 150 Banner Knights, 200 Squire Knights, and 100 inferior Ibe Knights and Temple Knights.

A total of 550 extraordinary knights.

If they include the 250 royal knights who do not hold back, they will have 800 extraordinary knights.

However, Bo Aolu estimated that he had to keep 50 extraordinary knights to prevent the royal knights from causing trouble, so he could only mobilize 500 extraordinary knights.

Thinking back to when Fran’s 900 extraordinary knights defeated the Blood Winter riot of 30 people, it would be no problem for him, Bolio, to defeat 500 farmers with 3000 extraordinary knights.

What's more, he still has 2000 night guards and 300 armored soldiers.

The entire Joan of Arc was mobilized in full force to capture Horn.

"Captain." The squires who had just run out suddenly came back, "Captain, those short-haired creatures suddenly turned around and moved diagonally to our side."

"Turning? Diagonally?" Pulling out a parchment scroll from the wooden barrel at his waist, Biolo unfolded the map and slid his fingers across it. "Do they want to go to the abandoned village of Pavia?"

Bo Aoliao sighed.

The battlefield instincts he had acquired over the years made Bo Aoliao feel uncomfortable. No matter how he looked at it, it looked like he was trying to lure the enemy.

But then he thought, what's the point of luring the enemy?
Did they ambush several other legions in that abandoned village? Even if they attacked together, what would the point of an ambush be?
If he wins, he can't catch up with the knight. If he loses, he can't run faster than the knight. Even if he fights hard and consumes energy, can he defeat the knight with extraordinary endurance?
Although he was thinking this in his mind, Bogliuo's expression remained unchanged. He shouted into the crowd and called over a captain of the lancers.

"Send ten Lancers to chase them and disrupt their marching speed."

The 30 extraordinary knights left at a high speed and ran in the direction of the Saviors.

"Catch a few farmers nearby and ask them if they saw the Savior Army last night."

"Yes."

Soon, five people dressed as farmers nearby were picked up by the knights and thrown in front of Booru as if they were throwing something.

"Let me ask you." Bogliu placed his knight's sword on the first farmer's head, "When did you see the short-haired one?"

"No, I didn't see it."

A cold light flashed, and the head fell to the ground. The old farmer still had an expression of astonishment on his face.

"Even if you couldn't see it when you came, you should have seen it just now. Why didn't you see it?" Bo Aoluo put his bloody sword against the neck of a shepherd. "When did you see it?"

"I saw it last night while herding sheep."

"I was sleeping at night and just saw it."

"I saw their cavalry in the evening, and I slept at night, but I heard the sound of their march."

Bogliuo and the other knights arrested and interrogated more than a dozen nearby farmers, and the answers were all as early as yesterday evening.

"Captain, why are you asking them this?" Bellard asked.

"Because this way we can be sure that they only arrived here last night and didn't have time to build earthen forts and other fortifications."

Bioliu made the final decision: "They are getting impatient. This is an encounter! Order the entire army to march quickly and engage in battle near the village of Pavia!"

Hundreds of knights gathered among the winding streams and green bushes, the light of torches reflecting on their helmets.

Behind them, thousands of conscripted mercenaries, night guards, and armored sergeants held up torches, and the smell of burning resin filled the humid air.

On the carriage at the back, a dozen monks held bottles of holy oil and kept praying to Myrcella and the Holy Father not to die in the war.

After turning and marching for nearly an hour, they arrived at the designated battlefield in Pavia Village at around ten o'clock in the morning.

The sound of fierce fighting came from behind the sparse woods, and more than a dozen choking smoke curled up.

Damn, these farmers were actually making a fire to cook? Bo Aoluo was so angry that he almost laughed.

After passing the woods, the abandoned village located on a mound of earth finally revealed its true form.

It is located on a gently sloping mound, covered with shrubs and sparse low trees.

There are four or five streams and riverbanks passing through the vicinity, and the water network formed by the streams wraps around the entire slope.

For ordinary cavalry, this natural trench would have a huge impact.

But for the blessed extraordinary knight, water depth within one meter is not a problem. At most, he will have to slow down a little when passing through.

In the open space in front of the slope, Bellard led the country knights to charge left and right, killing the stragglers of the beastmen and forcing them to flee in all directions.

On the gentle slope, three companies of about 500 men were arranged in a horizontal formation with 60 men in the front, distributed in an inverted V shape behind the bushes.

Further back, it seemed that because the battle could not be expanded, two reserve teams had not moved.

Bo Aoluo narrowed his eyes. In front of the gentle slope of the formation, there were dozens of nearby minor nobles or knight stewards.

They were stripped naked and long spikes were inserted into their back doors and then stabbed out of their throats or mouths.

"Berrard, you lead 150 squire-level Ibe Knights and Temple Knights to launch a roundhouse charge."

"Several monks, please use the blessing of walking on flat ground!"

(End of this chapter)