Chapter 322: Saint, I want to kill the devil!

After winning the battle and giving the Hussars the task of "reconnaissance rather than pursuit", the next thing to do was to deal with the aftermath.

The nearby Skitarii and stationed Black Hats arrived quickly.

Orderlies from each legion walked around the battlefield with a few war monks acting as helpers.

From time to time, they would finish off the seriously wounded and bend over to pick and choose among the weapons. All the horses were driven aside and kept under centralized supervision.

The sun is shining brightly in the sky. This summer is exceptionally hot, and the air seems to be burning.

In such hot weather, in order to prevent the plague, Jeanne ordered that all enemy bodies, except those of her own soldiers who died in battle, be buried on the spot.

They carried the bodies of the war monks and orc hussars, loaded the carriages with the wounded and spoils, and escorted the prisoners back.

This sudden attack was very strange, so Jeanna did not dare to act rashly.

Before the Holy Gun Cavalry had gone far, villagers from several nearby villages swarmed out.

The rags, rusty daggers and horse meat from dead horses that Jeanne and the others didn't want were a great fortune for the villagers.

The sound of horse hooves clattered and the road back was covered with blood.

"These hussars still need to be equipped with zip-armor. It would be best if they were equipped with some clockwork guns, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to break through the armor."

Adjutant Colebour caught up with Jeanne from behind and started complaining to her.

Jeanne shrugged. “They are meant for reconnaissance, harassment, and pursuit. If they can handle the heavily armored knights, then what do we need them for?
Most importantly, with the armor and clockwork guns, how is their tactical positioning different from ours? They are just a low-profile version of the Holy Gun Cavalry."

Although the military book "Knight Cifal" that Jeanne studied was about traditional knight tactics, she herself had to fight against the knights, so her understanding of cavalry was completely different from that of traditional cavalry generals like Collebo.

In the past, cavalry/knights had complicated functions and simple structures, and their main feature was to defeat all enemies with one force.

Jeanna paid more attention to top-level design, clarified the vertical subdivisions of different tactical positioning of cavalry, and realized the coupling of tactics of subdivided cavalry arms.

Cavalry members are required to have clear division of labor. Those responsible for attacking should focus on attacking, and those responsible for harassing should focus on harassing. Each cavalry sub-branch must excel in its single function.

This kind of cavalry training is faster, and even civilians can quickly improve their combat effectiveness without having to spend more than ten years training.

Of course, in a real battlefield, the ability to coordinate the use of different cavalry units places high demands on the command of generals and the organization of cavalry.

Cavalry officers could no longer charge at will like the knights.

Humming the tune of a heavenly dream, Jeanne returned to Château de Joan of Arc with two victories.

A faint cry interrupted her humming of the heavenly dream song.

Jeanne raised her head.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the village that had been attacked and looted earlier.

Most of the fire was put out by the Crusaders, but the ruined huts were still shaking in the wind.

In the wheat fields that were burned out by the flames, the air was filled with the aroma of roasted rice crackers and wheat grains.

In the field where only stubbles of burnt wheat straw were left, the source of the crying came from the gathered Grize and Nicholas.

Grizz was kneeling on the ground, staring blankly ahead. He seemed to be looking at something, but there was nothing in front of him.

In front of his knees was old Nicholas, whose flesh and blood had been trampled to pieces by horse hooves, with his ribs, internal organs and blood vessels all exposed to the air.

Little Nicholas lay on his father's body and cried loudly. He cried so sadly that his sobs were intermittent because he lost his voice and could not breathe.

Jeannale stopped the horse and drove it to the roadside.

The originally peaceful village square was now filled with rows of dead, charred bodies. The knights showed no mercy to these "betrayed" people.

Not only was Grizz crying, but the entire village was crying as well.

In the distance, in the black smoke rising from behind the hillside mounds, the sound of people crying could be heard from other villages.

This will greatly dissipate the joy of victory in Nan's heart.

After kneeling for a long time, Grizz seemed to notice Jeanna's arrival. He supported himself on the ground with one hand and stood up with difficulty.

His calves trembled as he walked step by step through the wheat fields, ditches and muddy puddles towards Jeanne and the others. "Who? What are you doing?"

Several Holy Gun Cavalrymen immediately stepped forward, drew their sabers and pointed them at Grizz's chest.

It's no wonder they are nervous. The Jihad Special Zone is a military zone, and war monks, officers and civilian monks are often attacked.

"Don't stop him." Jeanna took off her helmet, revealing her messy black hair. "I know him. He was the one who informed us."

Having said that, several Holy Gun Cavalrymen still pulled out their heavy one-handed guns that were nearly one meter long and aimed at Grizz who had his head lowered.

If Grizz dared to make any move, they would shoot him on the spot without hesitation.

"What do you want to say?"

Grizz walked closer step by step, and fell to his knees in front of Jeanne. He raised his head and tears finally flowed down.

"Saint, I want to kill the devil!"

Jeanne and Colebour looked at each other and then turned their gaze to his lost left arm.

The two had encountered this kind of situation many times before, where people requested to join the Salvation Army after their families were broken up, and most of the time they were absorbed into the Holy Fathers or the Cheka gendarmerie.

But Grizz lost his left hand, and if he were to do something risky...

Just as Jeanne hesitated, little Nicolas stumbled over and grabbed his cousin's shoulder: "What are you doing?"

Being pulled by his cousin, Grize still stared at Jeanne without saying a word.

Even though Grizz had a broken arm, little Nicholas was unable to move him.

He punched his cousin hard on the shoulder and cried, "Papa died to save your life, are you going to waste it like this?"

"This is not a waste!" Grizz finally spoke, "I want to avenge them!"

Seeing this, Jeanna sighed: "You don't have to kill demons on the battlefield. The food you grow can also become..."

"I killed one myself!"

"What did you say?" Jeanne frowned.

Turning around, Grizz took out a bloody, round object from his waist pocket.

He held up the head with eyes wide open, and scared little Nicholas beside him so much that he lost his voice.

"I killed a squire knight with my own hands! I am no worse than anyone else. I can kill demons just as well!"

Grizz raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, his nostrils flared, and he roared in a low voice like a madman.

"Papa's mother was killed, my sister was killed, old Nicholas was killed, and my home is gone again!"

"If you won't accept me, I'll go kill the devil myself!"

"I will chop off their heads, pierce their hearts, and send all these devils back to hell. I want them to die! Not a single one will be left alive!"

Grizz dug his right fingernails deep into his palm, gasping for breath violently, tears streaming slowly from his widened eyes, his cries and roars like a night owl seemed to bring up a gust of wind.

“Not a single one left!”

The surrounding black smoke and wheat swayed in the evening breeze.

After a full minute of silence, Jeanna finally broke free from her trance. She sighed and said, "Silly boy, what about your brother?"

"I will sell my land and find him an older wife. There will be someone to take care of him."

"Okay." Jeanna finally relented, "But you have to prove yourself first. These days, you should follow Collebo, hiss... follow the Hussars, and serve as an orderly."

"I can go into battle!"

"You can't!" Jeanne interrupted him. "You can serve as an orderly with the cavalry for two months. If you can hold on, I will ask my friends to make you something that will allow you to go to the battlefield."

(End of this chapter)