Chapter 397: The United Kasha County Nobles
The carriage and other debris lying on the ground were smashed apart by the long axe, and the broken wooden frame and torn pieces of cloth were scattered all over the ground.

Several nimble young men sat in hanging baskets, hanging down from the wall, and pulled out the arrows stuck in the arch one by one.

Under the hanging basket, the infantry knights, who had drunk a secret potion that made them sleepy and were wearing iron shackles, dejectedly revealed their lace long-sleeved shirts and walked barefoot on the mud towards Xiaochi Castle.

Until this time, the militia and citizens of Xiaochi City had not yet recovered from their confusion.

There were hundreds of extraordinary knights in the vanguard, one-third of whom were square-flag knights, and most of them were wearing heavy armor.

With such a team of extraordinary knights, not to mention attacking the city, they would have no problem at all seizing the wide-open city gate.

But this group of Xiaochi City militiamen who had fought for such a long time were actually defeated so easily by more than 30 squire knights?
You have to know that although the militia in Xiaochi City are militia, many of them are hired mercenaries, and many of them are veterans who have fought on the battlefield for more than ten years.

There were three cavalry charges in total, but they were defeated by the Salvation Army cavalry, which were far smaller in number.

Is this reasonable?

Citizens and wealthy businessmen who had not had time to leave gathered on both sides of the street, looking at the cuirassiers riding on tall horses with expressions of fear.

"That was a witch just now, right? I saw it with my own eyes. It should be a witch who can control lightning or light."

"It's not a magic spell. It's said that it's a magic spell specially bestowed by the Holy Father to save the world because he saw the sufferings of the world."

"So what if she's a witch? As long as we can defeat the church, what's wrong with cooperating with the devil?"

"That's right, save the world!"

Listening to the chattering of the citizens, Jeanne felt helpless while sitting on horseback.

Because of the existence of "The Promised Paradise", people do not have much resentment towards Jeanne, the actual witch.

In their hearts, Jeanne is the reincarnation of an angel who represents the Holy Father to punish sinners, which is why she has such powerful magic.

The people of Xiaochi City had never received any favor from Jeanne, and at most had only heard of the saint's reputation in "The Expedition of Saint Sun".

This could at most offset their ill feelings, but it was not enough to make them acknowledge Jeanne.

The only thing that made them feel relieved was that at least Xiaochi City had temporarily escaped the fate of being captured by the Allied Forces.

Some radical citizens even proposed to take the initiative to attack the coalition of nobles, but this was harshly rejected by other citizens.

Although he felt relieved now that the Savior Army reinforcements had arrived, he was still worried.

So far, the Salvation Army has sent only more than 200 Holy Gun Cavalry and more than 400 Hussars.

In the eyes of the citizens of Xiaochi City, the Hussars were probably the same as the farmers on horseback. They all knew that the beastmen's breathing skills were not very strong.

After all, among the six hundred people who came here, there are probably only more than two hundred who can really fight.

But the Kasha coalition forces have an army of more than 3,000 people and nearly a thousand knights. How can they resist?

It was hoped that the Salvation Army infantry would arrive within five days and their siege would be lifted.

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Walking along the narrow bluestone dirt road into a wooden hall painted white, Armand made a gesture of invitation.

"Your Highness Jeanne, go this way."

"When did you call me Your Highness? You should call me sister." Jeanne reached out and pinched Armand's face, causing all the low-level monks to stare with wide eyes.

This is Bishop Richelieu, who stirred up the turmoil in Xiaochi City. Why did he have to smile after being pinched on the face in such an disrespectful way?
Putting down the baggage and armor, Jeanne followed Armand down the stairs from the first floor of the church and arrived at the underground dungeon.

At this time in the dungeon, Crixus, the leader of the infantry knights, had his shirt torn off and was chained to an iron chair.

Gadflies were flying and flies were circling above his head. In such hot weather, the iron in the furnace made a terrifying sound of molten iron cracking.

Jeanne came in without disturbing anyone. She picked up the rabbit hair thread from the killer rabbit and began to slowly sew and mend the battle flag like an ordinary peasant woman.

After such a long period of consumption, the rabbit hair that was collected and purchased with great difficulty is no longer enough.

The messenger wanted to notify the interrogator to come over and salute, but Armand waved him away.

"How many people are there in total?" The interrogator's pupil split in the middle and stared at Crixus ferociously.

The hair on his cheeks curled up from being burned by the branding iron. The leader of the squire knights, Crixus, said with tears in his eyes: "I demand the treatment of a knight. I have a ransom."

"Knight, knight is only fit to lick the hair in my skin, will you tell me?" The interrogator sneered, and the big man wearing a black hood next to him began to take off his pants.

Crixus immediately shouted: "There are 3,500 to 3,800 people, more than 850 knights." "How many banners? How many attendants?"

"I do not know."

"Don't know? I tell you, you can find out." The interrogator snapped his fingers, and the hooded man behind him began to take off his pants again.

Crixus cried out like a cuckoo: "I really don't know. I am just an unknown little knight. Who can tell me?"

Armand pressed down the iron rod in the interrogator's hand: "These three thousand people came here by that road."

"Well, there's one on Nantes Avenue, two on King's Avenue, and one on Mason's Avenue..."

"Wait, you mean, although there are more than 3,000 people, they are divided into several routes?" Jeanna stopped sewing the battle flag with bone needles and monster wool.

"Holy Lord, I am not lying. There are seven routes in total."

"Seven routes? They divided into seven routes?" Armand even suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Jeanna put down the battle flag in her hand and looked down at the knight named Crixus: "You only sent 3,000 people, why did you divide them into seven groups?"

Crixus licked his dry lips and said, “Earl Mattei and Baron Shesidon are mortal enemies and are unwilling to go together.

Knight Haenzke fell ill and fell behind last. Count Tyrol has always looked down on other nobles... The other nobles all had various reasons..."

After Crixus' explanation, Jeanna gradually understood.

The coalition of Kasha nobles that went out to fight had all kinds of contradictions and conflicts within themselves.

Out of aristocratic dignity and demeanor, they were unwilling to submit to each other and were not willing to be inferior to others.

At that time, many knights and nobles of Jinhe Township were also unwilling to cooperate with each other. It was mainly because of the old grandmother, Nidsal and the Archbishop of Jinhe Township that they were willing to unite.

Coca-Cola County was originally the base camp of the Juano faction, and the power of the church had long been hollowed out.

There was no outstanding person like Grandmother or Nidsal, so it took more than a month to assemble them.

At this juncture, the troops recruited by Xiaochi City went north to fight and lost the battle and returned.

The troops were divided into seven groups, each with no more than three to five hundred men, and one of them had already been defeated by Jeanne.

When the troops of Xiaochi City were divided into two groups to rescue Jiliu City, it was already a big enough split. Who would have thought that there would be a master?

Compared with this group of nobles, the troops sent by Xiaochi City were actually united.

"Did they set up camp when you came to attack the city?" Jeanna reached out and grabbed Crixus' collar, staring into his eyes.

"I, I..." There was a faint crackling sound of lightning in the air, and Crixus's hair stood on end. He stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Speak, I'll only give you three seconds, three..."

Thinking of the bodies that were electrocuted to charcoal on the battlefield, Crixus' heart was pounding. He didn't care to hide anything and told everyone what he knew: "They have set up camp. The front troops have set up camp, but the rear troops are still marching and haven't set up camp yet."

"Where is it? Click on the map." Jeanna threw Crixus' nearly 180-pound body more than half a meter away.

Raising his scratched face, he climbed up from the ground in a panic. A bolt of lightning passed between his legs, turning the ground pitch black.

Not daring to delay, Crixus quickly rushed to the table and pointed out four locations on the map: "I know these four."

"Aren't they divided into seven groups? If one is gone, there should be six left. Why are there only four camps?"

"There are two nobles who are at odds with old Lord Maurice, and we don't know where their camp is."

"Draw the approximate location and possible range of activities."

Tiny flashes of lightning brushed across Crix's neck. He shuddered, lowered his head, and obediently drew two areas on the map.

Jeanne didn't say anything, just stared at the map for five minutes, but what she asked was another question.

“Is it raining outside?”

Martin was stunned by Jeanne's question, and then looked at the other two monks beside him. One of them walked quickly to the window, opened it, and stuck his head out to look at the gloomy sky.

"It's not raining..." He felt his forehead was a little cold just after he said that. He touched it with his hand and found it was the trace of raindrops. "Oh, it is raining, it is raining."

"Call all the Holy Musketeers and Hussars to gather, abandon all excess baggage, switch to faster horses, and follow me out of the city in thirty minutes!" Jeanne's eyes were so bright that they seemed to be glowing.

(End of this chapter)