Chapter 325 The Sand Sculpture Knight has sand sculptures!
"Helvetia is a plain-looking guy, a bit ugly, but he's very reliable. Let him pretend to lose, and you'll see, it's like he really lost."

Zelaken observed Nedsal's expression and spoke tentatively.

"Hmph, you can't win a battle, but you're good at pretending to lose...Have the rebels advanced?"

“Advanced.”

"That's enough."

Sitting on the terrace of Windward Castle, Nedsal stroked his big sand sculpture without looking closely.

If he looked carefully, he would find that -

The knights' armor was knocked loose as they fled, making a clanking sound.

Some of their helmets were already askew, and some even threw away their armor altogether, running back alone.

The cracked sword was stuck in the ground, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.

Their flags no longer fluttered, but were rolled up into a ball, hanging limply on the flagpoles.

In a corner of the camp, several knights sat around a campfire, their faces covered with dust and sweat, and the wine glasses in their hands were shaking.

The wine spilled onto the armor, making a hissing sound.

Their conversation was intermittent, and occasionally an awkward laugh or two could be heard.

This is not pretending to be defeated, this is clearly a real defeat.

Nidsal didn't look at it carefully, and he didn't think it was necessary to look at it carefully.

As long as the effect is right, it doesn’t matter what happens in between.

Luring the rebels to advance was only the first step in Nedsal's plan.

Unlike Boorio, Niedsal was not born into a traditional manor aristocracy, so he did not have the inexplicable arrogance of the Imperial Knights.

Niedsal believes in the motto "Even if a lion fights a rabbit, it will use all its strength."

What's more, this rabbit overturned the imperial order company that even Niedsal was quite afraid of.

So in just five days, Nidsal summoned hundreds of knights who had fought against the Savior Army and asked for their opinions.

Although I still don't know much about the Salvation Army, at least I have a general impression of it.

Nedsal's eyes fell on the discarded clockwork gun on the table and his fingers gently brushed over it.

According to the knights, this long-barreled weapon is the reason why the Savior Army has been victorious in every battle.

Some knights called these weapons thunder clubs, but Needsal knew that was a misnomer among the common people.

According to the information sent by the rats in Jeanne d'Arc, the real name of this weapon is the clockwork gun.

The range of this clockwork gun is about a hundred steps, and it can easily break through armor. He guessed that it probably utilized some alchemical reaction or special magic.

Nedsal was no stranger to this kind of alchemical or magical weapon.

He even has his own alchemical whistle to control sand sculptures.

However, unlike other magic, they can be cast both intensively and quickly.

Casting magic will interfere with each other. When a magician is casting a spell, it is best not to have another magician casting a spell within a two-meter radius around him.

The clockwork gun has no restrictions at all, it is clean and simple.

Such a useful weapon, Nedsal would like to get himself a set.

For this black man born in the desert, there are not so many taboos and twists and turns. He just uses whatever is useful.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he has repeatedly failed to get promoted.

After all, the church has always been procedure-oriented rather than result-oriented.

"How is the imitation of these weapons going?" Nedsal thrust his arm forward, and the sand sculpture spread its wings and flew up, swooping down towards the farmers working in the fields.

In order to break the advantage of the clockwork gun, Niedsal brought in a number of skilled craftsmen to try to imitate it.

"not yet……"

"Oh - my eyes, he took my eyes away."

"Get away, get away, stop pecking my papa!"

"Sunny, run!" Zerakken was interrupted by screams coming from the fields.

He coughed and cleared his throat, not looking at his own subjects.

“It has not been successfully developed yet.”

"I took apart that clockwork gun myself. It doesn't have a particularly complicated structure inside, right?" Nedsal stroked the barrel of the clockwork gun in his hand, his voice gentle and steady.

Zelaken immediately dissuaded him, saying, "Sir, the craftsmen have tried, and we even brought wizard prisoners from the Copper Fortress here, but we still haven't succeeded.

They have achieved some results. During this period, a series of imitations have been completed, but for some reason, either they are not as powerful as rumored or they cannot be turned at all.

Sir, I think the rumors about the so-called "thunder stick" are just excuses for the knights. This may be just an ordinary crossbow."

Nedsal narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "Really?"

"It's so true!"

"Really? I don't believe it." Nedsal leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. "It's possible for one person to say so, but so many people are saying so. Can't I see the holes in the armor?"

Zelakn wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly diverted his attention, saying, "We received news that, as you expected, the Savior Army has dispatched troops ahead of schedule."

Glancing at Zerakken with his narrow eyes, Nedsal sneered and did not continue to ask questions.

"Where have they advanced?"

"It seems to be Heitao Town."

"Only advance twenty miles? That's cautious enough." Nedsal rocked back and forth in his chair.

But Niedsal actually expected this result. After all, if he were in his place, he would probably choose Heitao Town.

At least from the border to Heitao Town, there are some rabbit forests and black mud hills that can stop the cavalry. In the area of ​​hundreds of miles from the black mud hills to the Wind Castle, there are endless wheat fields and plains.

"Yeah, Helwen was beaten like that. Did it mean that luring the enemy didn't work?"

"As long as they come out, our strategy is successful."

Through analyzing the Edict Company's several failures, Niedsal believed that the peasant rebels' victory mainly relied on three factors - narrow terrain, armor-piercing clockwork guns, and the witch of lightning magic.

The main tactics were to march quickly and defeat the enemy one by one. If the Royal Knights and the Royal Edict had acted together, the Battle of Pavia would not have been lost even if Jeanne d'Arc was lost.

Faced with the three major advantages of the peasant rebels, Nedsal's strategy was to retreat first and then concentrate the scattered forces to prevent them from being defeated one by one.

Once the main infantry force of the rebels quickly marched to the plains, the terrain advantage disappeared.

The plain terrain is the home ground of the cavalry.

As for the witch of lightning magic, you can fight her on a sunny day, and then ask the monks to suppress her with chanting magic.

As for the last armor-piercing clockwork gun, Nedsal's solution is to use harassment from cavalry archers and fill in the gaps with serfs, which will eventually be consumed.

With the three major advantages of the enemy eliminated, all that remained to be done was to bring out the knights' true strengths.

Just like his nickname "Sha Diao", Nidsal has always been known for his cruelty and patience. What he is best at is to harass the opponent by wearing down his patience and then killing him with one blow.

In the first stage of luring the enemy, he thought that Helwin and Catherdal would make mistakes, but he didn't expect that the execution was so good.

"Have all the money, food and supplies been transported away?"

"Except for the real estate, everything was taken away."

"Yes, give some gold, ivory and spices to Helwen and Kaserdar to encourage their achievements." Nidsal has always been generous to those who have made contributions.

"Okay, okay." Zerakken felt a little annoyed for a moment.

A clear eagle cry was heard, and the sand sculpture with gray and yellow feathers stopped on Nedsal's arm, holding its shriveled eyeball and young fingers in its mouth.

"Oh, good boy, good boy!" Nedsal stretched out a finger and gently stroked the sand sculpture's head.

"But sir, I have a small question." Avoiding the bloody eagle head, Zelaken asked carefully, "What if they stay in Black Tao Town and refuse to come out?"

"Impossible." Nidsal combed the feathers of the sand sculpture affectionately, "His food is all supplied by Kasha County, and they are stationed in Heitao Town.

Their food reserves and transportation capacity could not sustain the situation of transporting grain on two fronts, while the church's offensive on Anson Castle was going quite smoothly and they were about to take it down.

If he had any brains, he would have wanted to end the war quickly. Once they can no longer hold back and reach the plains, that will be our battlefield.

As long as the plan is executed properly... I don't want to be rude, but the rebels have one foot in the grave."

(End of this chapter)