Chapter 398: Seizing the Camp and Killing the General
The dark clouds were split by lightning, and rain poured down the crack like a waterfall.

The heavy rain was like waves floating in the air, rolling over the tarpaulin of the tent and the emblem of Count Matej's flag.

In the puddles next to the patrolling soldiers' boots, bubbles or small columns of water were occasionally created.

Chevaux de frise and spiked wooden stakes were randomly placed around the camp. Hundreds of tents of all sizes swayed back and forth in the strong wind, and the canvases were whistling in the wind.

Although it was not long after dinner, it was difficult to light a fire on a rainy night, so most of the soldiers were resting in the tents.

Only occasionally would the captain of the guards and other officers gather together, hide in a small tent, light the cheapest oil lamps, and throw wood chips and dice on a low wooden table again and again.

Occasionally they would look up and pull the door curtains to prevent the flying rain from seeping in through the gaps.

Every time this happened, they would cast their jealous and hateful eyes towards the most central and luxurious tent, which was the tent of Count Mateus and the knights.

The most popular knights would come to the big tent to dine with the honorable Count Matai, and only those big men could enjoy the daughters of armed peasants or citizens found nearby.

The people who suffered the most in this camp were the soldiers in the straw huts next to the checkpoint.

The makeshift thatched hut was leaky on all sides, and the rain blew obliquely onto their bodies. Only a cloak and straw curtains could cover them.

Although it was summer, the gate guard, who was leaning against the brazier with his spear, sneezed.

However, summer thunderstorms always come in fits, and before long, the sound of rain hitting the straw hut turned into a patter.

Turning his head to look at the brightly lit tent, the guard yawned loudly and cursed with jealousy: "Wine and food, you can wait to go to hell, ouch."

A flash of white light suddenly appeared, startling the soldier who was about to fall asleep.

He raised his head and looked at the gray clouds. A flash of purple lightning cut a hole in the sky.

"boom!"

At this time, the sound of thunder echoed from the valleys and fields, rushing towards the camp, like thousands of horses galloping.

"My Lord, what did I think it was?" The frightened soldier looked at the rainy night for a long time, but there was no moon in the rainy night, only misty fog and dead branches and rotten leaves that looked like a wizard's fingers.

Maybe it was an illusion? He was too suspicious. The guard shook his head in self-mockery. On a rainy night like this, was there any use for a gatekeeper like him?

Comforting himself, the soldier turned around, leaned his spear against the pillar, spread his legs, and tried to untie his belt for convenience.

But somehow, he still felt uneasy, as if some danger was about to happen.

Lightning struck the earth, and the mountains, forests and camps were once again as bright as day. The soldier subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

Wait, what is that black shadow dancing in the rain?
A dazzling golden light bloomed before the guard's eyes. He didn't even have time to fasten his half-untied belt. He rushed towards the horn hanging on the pillar with his trousers pulled up.

"Xilulu——"

"Get out of here, kneel down and I won't kill you!"

The lightning illuminated the Saint's armor in the rain, and the white light reflected from the armor seemed to burn and jump like flames.

Jeanna's face was wet from the rain, her hair dyed light golden by magic stuck to her temples. She stared down at the guard, like a Valkyrie in Norn mythology.

In the lightning of the rainy night, the black warhorse leaped into the air on all fours and flew above the chevaux de frise and spikes.

The guard felt an explosive pain in his right arm, and a huge force hit his chest, knocking his feet off the ground and flying more than two meters away.

The horse's hind hooves stepped on the muddy ground, and Black Radish raised his two front paws and slammed them hard on the ground, splashing mud everywhere.

The guards' wails were completely drowned out by the sound of rain and thunder.

"boom!"

Lightning in the rainy night flew out from Jeanna's palm and struck the crossbar of the chevaux de frise that lay across the ground, creating a hole in it.

Hundreds of cavalrymen moved the two ends of the burning crossbar and filed in through the small opening.

Raising the battle flag high, Jeanna's eyes instantly locked onto the brightly lit tent.

It was too conspicuous among the countless dark dwarf tents.

"Quick charge!"

After shouting this command, Jeanne rushed out like an arrow, followed by more than 200 Holy Gun Cavalrymen and more than 300 Hussars lagging behind.

The distance from the camp gate to the big tent was only a few hundred meters. Count Matai did not even stagger the big tent and the camp gate, but just placed them straight at the end of the camp gate avenue.

Other patrolling guards along the way were still napping or playing cards. One second they looked down at mud, yellow earth and dice, and the next second they looked up they saw arcs drawn by hammers, spears and sabers.

Corpses with their brains exploded or only their necks left fell on the roadside, and the hot smell of blood rose with the rain. "Warning, warning!"

"Sir, there is trouble. Blow the horn quickly."

The halberd soldiers at the door noticed the chaos. Four of them bent down, raised their three-meter-long halberds, and aimed at Jeanne who was rushing in the front.

"Get off, you stupid peasant woman!"

Four halberds swung with afterimages, hooking towards Jeanne's neck, shoulders and thighs.

"Get out of here! Running dog!" Jeana's pupils were about to be drowned by the light of magic power. She swung her right hand and lightning flashed.

The dazzling white light turned into purple-blue lightning, which penetrated into the gaps in the armor of the halberd soldiers along with the rain.

With four uniform "Eh" howls as if scheduled, the twitching body fell straight to both sides.

Riding on Black Radish's back, Jeanne jumped uninvited into the tent filled with the aroma of wine.

The warhorse jumped onto the table, crushed the white porcelain dishes, kicked over the golden candlesticks, and the kidney beans, sea bass, and incense burner with green smoke rolling all over the floor.

Incense burners lit up the luxurious silks, and flames flowed over the exquisitely carved chairs.

"Who? Who are you?"

"Get out, this is not the place for you to act wild!"

The nobles drew their swords from their waists and roared in shock and anger at the female knight who broke into their banquet.

The tent pillars made a wail of breaking wood fibers and the entire tent was shaking.

Ignoring the knight guards who were swinging their swords at her, Jeanna opened the five fingers of both hands. She had no expression on her face, and just slowly brought her hands to the sides of her body.

Before the armored soldiers and knights who came from nearby to try to rescue them got close, a flash of light as bright as daylight erupted in the tent.

Then, a hurricane blew up in the tent that was originally brightly lit, and the door curtains and canvas were blown rustlingly, and even the rain was blown backwards.

The entire battlefield was silent for about two or three seconds before Count Matai's head popped out from behind the door curtain.

First the top of his head, then his eyes, nose, mouth, and chin, followed by his neck dripping with blood, and the golden flagpole stuck in his neck.

"Noble ones!" Jeanne's face turned pale in the lightning, and her voice sounded like a mockery, but also like an order, "Kneel down! In the name of the Holy Grandson, kneel down!"

As Jeanne finished her words, the tent behind her collapsed.

On the mud-covered carpet were more than forty corpses lying in all directions, as well as prostitutes and girls who were screaming in panic.

The knights and monks stood there in a daze. It had probably been less than five minutes since the camp gate was breached.

They arrived as quickly as possible!

But now the whole camp was in chaos. The guards had no time to put on their armor and were chopped to the ground one by one by the Hussars.

"Didn't you hear me?" Jeanne swung her lance forward, and Count Matei's head rolled in front of them. "I told you to kneel down!"

Several armored soldiers looked at each other, then looked at the corpses on the ground and the lightning leaping on Jeanne's body, sighed, put on a bitter face, obediently threw away their weapons, and knelt on the muddy ground.

After about half an hour, the sound of fighting was gradually drowned out by the sound of rain.

Amidst the groups of weeping captives, Jeanne sat in the tent, tearing into the roasted suckling pig left by the nobles without any hesitation.

The rest of the Holy Gun Cavalry also remained silent and ate around Jeanne.

Wine, barbecue, and precious spices; the cavalrymen, who had fought three consecutive battles, could not taste the flavors at all and just stuffed them all roughly into their mouths.

Colebour's cheeks flushed, obviously due to excitement: "...There were more than 300 guards, nearly 100 knights, more than 200 guards were captured, only 6 or 7 knights escaped, and the rest either surrendered or were killed or injured."

"I don't want you to tell me this." After biting the pork bones, she chewed them and swallowed them. Then she raised her head and asked, "Have you found out about the last two camps?"

"No, I didn't get any specific information, but it's not nearby."

"Which camp is closest to us and has the most power?"

"Count Mussac, the titled knight without a title, has more than 600 people in his camp, including more than 200 knights."

After wiping the grease off the plate with bread, Jeanna swallowed the food in no time. She stood up, looking pale but full of energy. "We'll set off in five minutes. Our destination is the Musak Camp."

(End of this chapter)