Chapter 94: Seize the Camp? Seize the Camp!
Compared to the almost vertical walls of the Gaotai Mountains, the hills at the Yilshan Pass are much flatter.

This is only compared to the high mountains. It is still steep and difficult to climb for pedestrians.

Between the two hills is a long path sandwiched between several vegetable fields, with wooden stakes and bare grass on both sides of the path.

The grass and trees had long been taken by the mercenaries to build camps and roadblocks.

At the end of the long road, there is a checkpoint made up of spiked wooden stakes and log roadblocks, and behind the checkpoint there is a one-meter-high wall.

There is an arrow tower on each side of the hillside.

However, at this moment, there was only a sentry left on the arrow tower on the left. He was leaning against a wooden pillar, nodding his head.

It was not until his footsteps shook the pillars of the arrow tower that he suddenly woke up.

He was startled and quickly stuck his head out of the arrow tower, but it was the group of mercenaries from the Baifeng Mercenary Group, followed by four carriages.

The carriage was bulging and covered with canvas and ropes, with half of a fragrant pickled pork leg exposed.

The leading Bai Feng mercenary waved at him.

"Damn you, you've disturbed your father's sweet dream."

Lying back comfortably, the remaining mountain sentry continued to sleep.

Fifty Bai Feng mercenaries escorted four carriages and quickly arrived at the checkpoint, slowing down their pace.

There were densely packed spiked wooden stakes in front of the checkpoint, leaving only a gap wide enough for two people to enter and exit, and even then there was a log roadblock blocking the way.

“Hey, hey, isn’t this our Bai Feng mercenary?” A sleepy-eyed bald mercenary standing behind the roadblock said with a joking smile, “You’ve come to the wrong place. This is the camp of our mountain mercenaries.”

"Humph, dirty, I think so." The one-eyed white maple mercenary in the lead cursed in the plains dialect, "We found the short-haired abandoned carriage on the mountain. We need to take a shortcut here and send it to Lords Bellard and Cléante. Clear the road immediately."

The mountain mercenary said nothing. He tilted his head and glanced at the carriages. When he saw the big pig leg, his eyes lit up.

"Tsk, tsk, we mountain mercenaries have always strictly abided by the rules. Lord Cleonte is not here, and we can't let you pass."

The leader of the Bai Feng mercenary group turned around and left without saying a word.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm just kidding, brother. You're going there just to ask for credit, and others can't take it away. I just want a pork leg, and no one can find out." The mountain mercenary quickly stopped them.

"You want that pork leg?" After hesitating for a moment, the mercenary captain Bai Feng asked.

"If you're willing to give more, I don't mind."

Looking up at the sky, the Bai Feng mercenary captain sighed and said, "Okay, move the roadblock away and I'll give it to you after I pass the door."

"Tsk." The mountain mercenary rolled his eyes and tilted his neck behind him. The servants stepped forward and moved the roadblock away with great effort.

The wheels rolled and the door opened.

Following the fragrant pork leg, the bald mercenary followed closely behind.

After walking two steps, he stopped and said, "That's not right. Your car is full, why are the ruts so shallow?"

The mercenary captain stopped, turned his head, raised the brim of his hat, opened his mouth, and spit out a small whistle.

"Dududu-"

"Not good, number..."

An iron arrow shot out from the air and pierced into the bald mercenary's throat, blocking his scream.

Jeshka put away his short bow, took out his long sword, and chopped off the head of the soldier leading the way in front of him with one sword.

The "Bai Feng" soldiers immediately raised their spears and rushed towards the surrounding mountain mercenaries.

These mountain mercenaries are best at small group brawl-style fighting, which is effective in suppressing mobs, but not so effective against these trained Papal Kingdom heavenly soldiers.

What's more, their small group had to face a large army of 80 companies.

Seven or eight long spears were stabbing at them from all directions. No matter how fierce their street fighting was, their hearts, lungs and stomachs would be pierced directly.

A mountain mercenary brandished a scimitar and rushed towards several Papal soldiers. Before he got close, two spears stabbed at him, one above and one below.

He stretched out his hand to block the attack from above, and used his scimitar to block the attack from below. When he raised his head, another spear stabbed at him, leaving a bloody hole in his throat.

When the tip of the gun was retracted, red blood was still dripping from it.

The sharp tip of the gun rippled on the soft belly, and screams and shouts of killing instantly filled the entire camp.

At the same time, the ropes on the carriage canvas slid like little snakes, the canvas on the four carriages were lifted up, and thirty companies of black-clothed men jumped down from the carriages with daggers in their hands.

Then the group of dancers fell to the ground. "I told you, the ground is very slippery."

"Stop complaining and go!"

After standing up, they gathered together and rushed towards the gate. Any mountain mercenaries or messengers that blocked their way would be killed on the head with a single blow of their swords without ever chasing or pestering them.

The jumping soldiers were like centipedes with swords on their legs. After they passed by, the ground was filled with wailing messengers, mountain mercenaries who were caught off guard, and black-clad jumping soldiers who ran too fast and slipped.

The servants were all temporary residents nearby. They had never seen such a situation before and immediately screamed and ran away in all directions.

The mountain mercenaries at the door yelled at the servants to close the door, but no one listened to them, so they had to go and close it themselves.

With an ear-piercing creaking sound, the door slowly closed, and when it was closed there was only a person's width left.

He jumped and swung his hands, then accelerated in three or two steps, stuffed his thighs directly into the gap between the two doors, and then squeezed half of his body in through the gap.

More jumping hands reached out and grabbed the door panels from both sides and began to pull them outwards.

The people inside immediately stabbed the people at the door with scimitars and spears. Amid the sparks from the collision of daggers and spears, the door was pulled back and forth.

"Ms. Jeanne!" shouted a dancer.

The lightning suddenly jumped, and after the white light, seven or eight mercenaries inside the door fell to the ground instantly, and the door was pried open by a pair of hands with mud stuck in their nails.

Like a Valkyrie, Jeanne, with lightning all over her body, rushed in with a battle flag in her hand. She raised her hand and two lightning bolts struck a dozen soldiers. The mountain mercenaries in the door finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to scream and run away.

At the end of the road, around the hill, more black-clad soldiers were lining up.

The messengers had long since given up trying to repair the roadblocks and either went into the hills or jumped into the streams.

The intense noise finally woke up the old sentry who was sleeping in the arrow tower. He stuck his head out from the railing and rubbed his eyes three or four times before he dared to confirm.

Didn't the group of short-haired people run behind them? How come they appeared in front again?
Without thinking too much, the old sentry reached for the horn hanging nearby.

Maybe he was too nervous, because as soon as he got the horn in his hand, his fingers trembled and he accidentally dropped it to the ground.

He bent down to pick up the horn, and was thankful that he did not drop it down the stairs. Just as he looked up, he saw a short flail hitting him on the head.

The moment the flail touched his forehead, white spots and various patterns and colors appeared in front of his eyes.

Du Valon turned over and jumped into the arrow tower, stepping on the old sentry's stomach. He took out the dagger from his mouth, gasped violently, and inserted the dagger directly into the sentry's chest.

The severe pain made the old sentinel's face suddenly ferocious. He woke up and reached out to push Du Valon's shoulder.

Due to the obstruction of his clothes, Du Valon gritted his teeth and tried hard, but the knife could not cut through his chest smoothly, and he was actually knocked over by the old soldier's knee.

The old soldier screamed in pain, half-knelt up, pulled out his dagger, and was about to stab Du Valon when a dagger stretched out from his throat.

"Next time, I'll kill you." René tore open the old soldier's clothes, stabbed him twice in the back, and then said to Duvalon.

René tied a red cloth to a branch and waved it downward.

The battle in front of the camp has basically come to an end.

Seeing the gate being taken away and witches joining the battle, the mountain mercenaries immediately ignored everything and fled among the servants.

Groups of black-clad soldiers rushed in from the intersection, chopped off the sharp wooden stakes on the ground with axes, and allowed the elderly, the weak, women, and children and the carriages in the back to enter.

There were only fifty people guarding the camp, while the Papal Army had eighty soldiers, plus backup, and it was a surprise attack.

Despite their clumsiness, they managed to capture the camp.

When Horn arrived with the elderly, weak, women and children, Madeleine ran over to report: "Your Majesty, it's been sent. They still have a lot of food and medicine, armor, and horses in the camp."

"You can take leather armor, conical helmets, etc., but the rest of the armor is too heavy, don't take it." Horn directed the convoy to pass quickly while instructing Madeline, "Take the horses and medicinal materials."

"Why don't you want armor?"

"It's too heavy, too heavy, and not many people can wear it. We have to march lightly at night and reach Xiangshu Village before midnight."

After finding a large rock, Horn shouted, "Throw away all irrelevant things. Throw them away. You must throw them away. If you don't, there will be no bright future for you."

The citizens of the Papal States, numbering in tens or tens, gritted their teeth, carried their bags, and almost trotted forward on the muddy ground.

"All the old, weak, women and children should get on the carriages. Don't feel sorry for throwing away the unimportant things." Horn pulled up the woman who was picking up lamp oil on the ground and pushed her into the marching team. "After the special walking competition is over, what you gain will definitely be greater than what you lose. If you lose less, come to me, Horn, and I will make up for it for you."

After capturing the camp, they had no time to rest before the entire Papal States moved in in full force.

They were still 362 miles away from Joan of Arc.

(End of this chapter)