Chapter 66: Gambling on the National Destiny (5)

Above the small mud ditch, red maple leaves fell from the woods, and bright red blood flowed on the yellow mud.

Half-dead bodies fell to the ground one after another, while the shouting and killing of the central army continued.

The smell of blood had already spread to the other side, but the five brigades of the Guards Corps and five direct archer companies were still in a stalemate with the Night Guards.

The commander of this operation was Das, the acting division commander of the Guards and brigadier of the 1st Brigade.

Das was born into an armed peasant family and was from Moulin Rouge Village. To be honest, he was a distant relative of His Holiness the Pope.

The real roots are blooming.

However, at this moment he fell into a state of confusion and puzzlement.

According to Deshka's orders, they were not allowed to attack or retreat until the center of the army was broken.

The first reason why Jeshka made such arrangements was that the combat effectiveness of the Papal Guards was actually not as good as that of the Night Guards.

Although the night guards have little training and are of a militia nature, they have at least received formal training and have combat experience.

If a Papal Guard and a Night Guard were to fight alone, they would most likely be defeated.

The second point is to confuse the enemy.

If the Papal Guards of the Guards do not attack them, they cannot be hurt, and they certainly will not attack with all their strength and will only think about how to get hurt.

In this way, if all the serf soldiers who are holding the line are killed, they can be surrounded on three sides, and even the armored soldiers who are there will be powerless to save the situation.

With this idea in mind, Jeshka gave the Guards only one order: hold on firmly, there will be a way.

In the large square formation of 55 guards, the large shields in the front row firmly blocked the "attack" of the night watch guards with their hooked spears.

But rather than an attack, Darth felt more like a circus.

The movements of those night watch guards were so strange that their hands holding the harpoons were like butter and they would fall off at any time.

Even the guards would leave the door wide open from time to time, and would deliberately stick their heads over and say strange things like "Brother, come on." or "Give me a hand and chop me."

Could it be that they were trying to lure the enemy into attacking? Was there an ambush behind them?

But there were only these people, and Das could see through them at a glance. There was no ambush at all?

What on earth are these people doing?
"What on earth are these secret parties doing?" Pico complained helplessly.

According to the previous agreement, it is time for Quincy to come out and turn the tide.

Captain Quincy came to urge them, but these secret party rebels were like iron turtles.

This is too timid.

But thinking about the other side's previous deeds, Pico even felt that it made some sense.

He gritted his teeth, moved to the front row, whispered a few words to a night guard, and then stepped back.

After a while of whispering, the four or five night guards in the front row suddenly shouted and rushed forward together.

Are you going to jump and attack?
Das's spirits rose, and he shouted, "Guards!"

Das bent his waist and knees, tightly gripping the spear in his hand, and stared closely at the movements of those men.

I saw them rushing over with big strides, and then put their chests towards the tip of the spear. When it was just a few centimeters away, they let out a scream... and suddenly fell backwards to the ground?
what?
"It's no use. The front line has suffered too much damage. We need to retreat first and reorganize the formation."

When Pico's voice reached their ears, the other night guards didn't understand what was going on, but they obeyed the order and slowly retreated.

Das was completely confused.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have almost thought that he had stabbed them to death.

"Brigadier Das, what's going on?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

Das rubbed his temple, looking at the night guards wailing on the ground, and fell into indescribable self-doubt.

"What should we do? Should we chase him or not?"

"Chase them, or they will all run away."

"Then after the war, Commander Jeshka won't blame us, right?"

"You sound so weak, are you from the Black Hat Academy?"

"He is already the commander of the Black Hats. What does he have to do with us? We are soldiers of His Holiness the Pope."

"Brothers! We have come out of the sword and gun, so don't embarrass yourself."

After a brief exchange, the Apostolic Guards made up their minds to give chase!
We can't let those lackeys of the Black Hat Army and those stinky outsiders sit on the shoulders of their Guards.

When His Holiness the Pope preached before, he said that generals could not accept the king's orders when they were outside.

"Left foot! Right foot! Left foot! Right foot!"

With uniform slogans, the papal guards began to move forward cautiously. Just as Das tried to step over the wailing night watch guards on the ground, a pair of strong arms hugged Das's thighs.

Das immediately drew his hatchet from his waist.

"What are you doing? Come and chop me up."

"You're already on the ground, why are you still chopping? Let me go."

"It's already been agreed upon. If you fall to the ground and have no wounds, people will see it at a glance. Cut it off quickly."

Das was confused, and not only Das, but all the papal guards who stepped over the night guards were confused.

They didn't know about the secret deal between the top leaders of the Papal States and Quincy and others.

It is even more impossible for Horn and others to tell them about this, wouldn't that expose the lie of "Special Competitive Operation"?
Das thought about it for a moment and understood what the other party meant.

According to His Holiness the Pope, this is a competitive event equivalent to a minor holy war. Judging from the words of this night watch guard, he wants to go to Mount Paradise.

Thinking of this, Das was filled with respect for the unprepossessing night guard.

Although entering Mount Paradise is the highest ideal of every believer, it does not mean that they are not afraid of death.

There are so many things in the world worth remembering. Compared to entering Mount Paradise, Das prefers worldly materials.

For example, post-war merits, titles and land.

These night watch guards before them were so pious that they actually wanted to enter Mount Paradise in their prime years, to go to the land of abundant grass and water, to serve the supreme being!
Not only Das, but all the papal guards thought of this, and they all cast their admiring eyes on the night guards.

Just when the night guards were confused, Das and his fellow guards took out their axes and swords and hit the night guards in the necks.

The guards fell down with their eyes wide open. This time they really fell to the ground, covering the wounds on their necks and breathing heavily.

Blood flowed out from between their fingers, they kept kicking the ground with their feet, twitching repeatedly, and unable to utter a word.

"Hey, you guys, what are you doing?" Pico, who was always watching this place, couldn't believe his eyes. "I told you to chop someone's neck. Who told you to chop him?"

But none of the papal guards listened to Pico's words. They quickly ended the lives of the seven or eight guards who fell to the ground and continued to move forward.

Looking at the bloody axe and dagger, Pico could not help but roar: "You, you, the local secret party are too unprofessional!"

But what responded to him was not any explanation or communication, but a short axe flying towards his forehead.

"You hit the wrong people!" Regardless of the risk of being exposed, Pico almost rushed to the front row, "We are just pretending to fight, the serfs are the real ones!"

Turning his head, he narrowly avoided a gleaming spear. A night watchman shouted to Pico, "No, Pico, they seem to be serious."

Looking at the dead bodies on the ground and then at the neatly-formed rebel troops, Pico was speechless.

A terrible idea quickly occupied Pico's mind.

Hot blood rushed to his brain, and his throat felt sweet: "Oh no, I've fallen into a trap."

As soon as this voice was spoken, the rest of the night watch guards, including those who had nothing to do with the matter, also understood.

They began to curse Quincy and tried to reorganize their formation. Several sturdy night guards armed with crow's beak hammers began to arrive at the front line.

However, after intensive training and the morale boost from "special competitive events", these Apostolic Guards were able to maintain a evenly matched strength even after the Night Vigil Guards launched a counterattack.

The battlefield is a one-shot affair, and once momentum is lost, it will be hard to make up for it later.

These night watch guards did not completely retreat, which was considered to be relatively principled.

Pico, who was standing on the front line, changed his previous attitude of avoiding fighting and shouted loudly to help.

You have to know that he was the one who was in charge of the whole process, and when it comes to assigning blame afterwards, he will definitely be the first one to do so.

In order to eat less food, Pico could only grit his teeth and endure it, hoping to make up for his mistake.

"Come on, these secret parties are nothing compared to us!"

"Wait a minute, Captain Quincy has noticed something is wrong and is coming to rescue us!"

"Kill! Myrcella will definitely protect us."

Just as Pico was cheering loudly, a warm light shone on him.

He raised his head, refreshed.

A ball of light was floating in the air. It was a blessing from the monk. No matter how dissatisfied Pico was with Bonard, he wanted to kneel down and call him daddy at this moment.

"Look, the monk's blessing."

Following the direction of Pico's finger, everyone saw the ball of light in the air, so warm and gentle.

The ball of light swayed in the air, staggering forward.

Then, the ball of light carrying the hopes of the night watch guards finally fell slowly and landed among the guards on the opposite side.

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