Chapter 400 Returning from a Great Victory
"It's already noon, why haven't you come back yet?"

Standing on the city wall, standing on tiptoe and looking towards the northwest, dozens of city councilors and militia leaders were waiting anxiously.

The wealthy businessmen in silk robes and tassels on their heads stroked their canes nervously, and many of them had dark circles around their eyes.

Last night, the Saint ignored the opposition and forcibly led 600 cavalry reinforcements to launch a night attack. They all did not sleep well.

At dawn in the morning, they would stand on the city wall in the rain and wait to ensure that they received the news as soon as possible.

The patter of rain trickled down through the cracks in the stones, over the wooden plaques, over the relief panels of beavers, and over the white chamomiles that tried to poke their heads out from the top of the wall.

Water drops fell on the ground, washing out the bloodstains in the cracks of the wall, but the smell of blood was no longer in the air.

After a night of heavy rain, the 600 cavalrymen who were supposed to return in the morning have not returned yet.

"I told you that we shouldn't have taken the initiative to attack. Now we're in trouble." Looking at the empty plain, a mercenary leader couldn't help but whispered.

As if a start had begun, all kinds of crickets' low voices were contagious on the walls.

"How about we send some more people to take a look?"

"We finally got the reinforcements, we can't just rush in again now, right?"

"Maybe they were defeated and are too embarrassed to come back, so they are running away now."

"Your Highness the Saint must have a purpose for doing this, so stop talking nonsense." Skeg, a member of the Holy Way Party, walked over and scolded in a low voice.

Although those crickets were not convinced, they still kept their mouths shut.

Sitting on the bench, Armand was not at all panicked. He didn't even come in the morning, but at noon.

While waiting for Jeanne, he held a book in his hands and even read and took notes.

Martin still looked calm, but he was getting anxious.

After all, they were using only six hundred to defeat three thousand, which was five times their number. If anything went wrong, the reinforcements they had been waiting for would be gone.

What I fear most is that something might happen to Jeanne, which would be the most fatal.

Currently, the two key figures of the Salvation Army are Horn and Jeanne.

If anything happened to Jeanna, there would be no chance of defeating Rapid City.

"Look, look!" Standing on the wall without any protection, the young man in a straw hat stood on one leg and pointed in one direction.

Everyone immediately crowded in this direction, and some even leaned half of their bodies out of the city wall to look out.

The horse's hooves thumped heavily in the mud and water, and a group of light cavalry appeared in everyone's sight.

The beastman stood up from the saddle and held up three heads on the spear in his hand: "Great victory, great victory, the noble coalition has been defeated, and the three devils have all been killed!"

"Great victory, great victory!"

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"I'm a little late." Jeanne jumped off the horse sideways while holding onto the saddle. She reached out and pinched Armand's face, which was shriveled compared to before. "There are too many prisoners and the road is too slippery."

Beside her, the oak gates at the city gate stood open.

The captives were tied with long ropes and moved forward with difficulty, step by step.

The carriages were filled with goods covered with canvas and transported to the church in Xiaochi City under the dull eyes of the citizens.

I actually won, and it seems like it wasn’t just a small win, but a big victory.

The only question is, what is the extent of this victory?
"How many prisoners? How much results?" Martin asked impatiently. "There were seven armies, more than 3,000 people, and about a thousand of them escaped." Jeanna took off her helmet and tucked it under her armpit. She untied her braids from the back of her head and let them hang naturally on her back. "Of the remaining more than 2,000 people, we brought back more than 800. They are all the most elite ones. The Hussars can't stop them."

"Wait, wait, wait, you mean that the Kasha County noble coalition was completely wiped out." Councillor Skeg came up and asked in disbelief, "That's three thousand people, and so many knights."

"What knights? I'm fighting against knights." Jeanna rolled her eyes. "More than 3,000 people are stationed in seven groups, with only 300 to 500 people in each camp. Among them, there are only dozens of knights at the least and only 200 at the most.

We have 600 cavalrymen, including elites like the Holy Gun Cavalry, and we also have Yu Ye to help us. If we still can’t defeat them, we might as well go home and sell potato roots.”

The militiamen and citizens who came to greet them looked at each other in surprise.

They still found it difficult to understand why the nobles of the Kasha County Church took more than a month to assemble an army of 3,000 led by Musak, the strongest knight in Kasha County.

These 3,000 people marched with great fanfare for more than half a month and arrived nearby.

Before the war even started, two-thirds of the wealthy businessmen and city councilors in Xiaochi City were scared away.

They thought they were going to fight a battle to defend the city, but the arrival of the Saint turned it into a war of annihilation.

This yellow-haired girl fought six battles with 600 cavalrymen, and such a strong army collapsed overnight. The crisis was resolved inexplicably.

Is it that the noble coalition of Kasha County is too weak, or that the Savior Army is too strong?

You know, all the citizens and militiamen in Xiaochi City are prepared to live and die with the city and fight to the last moment.

He had already written the suicide note and told his wife the location where he hid his secret money, but suddenly he said there was no need to fight.

Although this is a good thing, many militiamen still showed confusion on their faces.

"This, this is impossible. All seven camps were wiped out?" an old mercenary asked in disbelief.

"That's not true..."

Several mercenaries then breathed a sigh of relief. They said, how could it be possible to wipe out all seven camps? Their strategy of holding on was still reasonable.

"...The Kush Knights camp led by Maurice ran away early. We didn't catch them. And Baron Shesidon, after being beaten up, also ran away with dozens of knights."

In the dull eyes of the militiamen, Jeanne counted on her fingers, reporting one by one.

"That man named Shesidon could have caught him." Colebour handed the reins of the warhorse to the servant boy beside him and said with a regretful smile, "But it rained heavily and the water rose at night, washing away the bridge. Otherwise, he would not have been able to escape."

Those mercenaries pursed their lips tightly, so your eradication means total annihilation, right?
Straightening his clothes, Armand coughed softly and said, "Sister, these knight captives should be placed in the dungeon in the city, and the rest can be imprisoned."

"Okay." Without thinking too much, Jeanna nodded and waved to the leading Holy Gun Cavalrymen, asking them to guide the captives into the city or to the wild.

Armand called the members of the Holy Way sect and lined them up, ready to introduce them to Jeanne: "Sister, let me introduce you to these important representatives from Xiaochi City."

Councillor Skeg, who was standing at the head of the group, immediately put on a smile, straightened his clothes, walked forward with a smile on his face, and was about to touch his chest to salute: "Glad..."

Unexpectedly, after taking a look at his silk clothes, Na yawned: "Ah~, I'm so tired. Prepare some food and water for me, and a bed. I'll talk to you after I wake up."

Skeg's bent waist suddenly froze, and the dripping water from the city gate fell on the back of his neck, causing his body to tremble.

It was Martin who stepped forward to help: "Your Highness the Saint is exhausted after such a long bloody battle. Let's introduce them to each other at the formal banquet in the evening."

"Mr. Skeg, let's wait until the dinner to meet formally." Jeanna said to Skeg in a mechanical tone and etiquette, then walked into the city holding Radish.

Amid the whispers of others, Skeg straightened his back again and shouted to his servants without taking offense:

“Get some roast chicken, wine, and roast pig’s trotters. Make sure they are ready before the Saint takes her seat.

And get the best flannel bed, no, move my daughter's bed there, with a velvet mattress and silk quilt, right now."

(End of this chapter)