When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#165 - Moving here and there, where can the poor man survive? [2k standard definition remastered ver

"You went with 135 knights, that's 135 knights!"

In the city hall, Bamanda's unladylike voice echoed through the council chamber.

Staring incredulously at the 13 knights before her, Bamanda was devoid of her previous aristocratic demeanor: "During the Blood Winter Riot, we only deployed 900 transcendent knights and we crushed 100,000 farmers! You were facing only 10,000 people! Couldn't 135 knights defeat them?"

The knights exchanged glances, one old knight steeling himself to step forward: "My dear Duchess, they used some means to break the long bridge, and seventy of our knights fell into the river."

In the Jeanne d'Arc Canal, to facilitate the passage of ships, the long bridges were suspended between two piers using thick iron chains.

Those iron chains were only slightly thinner than an adult's thigh, and there was more than one. Who could have imagined that someone could break the iron chains in such a short time?

But in fact, this method was suggested by Jeanne. Both 'Knight Sifar' and Danji's notes told her that knights would instinctively charge forward after drinking the potion.

Not only because the potion had a time limit, but also because most such potions had stimulant effects.

In the history of the various countries within the Empire, the knights' reckless charges were the biggest problem for commanders.

Beside the elderly knight, a young knight added: "Our knights were wearing heavy armor, and were not as agile in the water as those boatmen and fishermen. We were repeatedly harassed and stabbed with harpoons and daggers.

Even if we could get ashore in heavy armor, that witch would still use lightning to bombard us, and many powerful knights were electrocuted to death."

As if singing a duet, before Bamanda could speak, another knight said: "Their methods were extremely cruel. Surrendered knights did not receive any preferential treatment befitting their honor.

After stripping off their armor, they actually allowed the mob to beat and humiliate our knights, and even seven or eight knights were beaten to death."

"Then in that case, you should have only lost 100 knights, what about the other 22 knights?"

"Some tried to charge the mob to meet the friendly troops, and were beaten to death by lightning rods, some... suddenly disappeared... cough cough..."

The old knight didn't explain clearly, the number of mysteriously disappeared knights was ten times the number of those killed by lightning rods.

Moonlight shone on her profile, and streaks of cold sweat streaked the makeup on Bamanda's face. At this time, she couldn't care less about aristocratic manners.

Walking around the room for several laps, Bamanda sat back at the table, forcing herself to calm down: "It's okay, my dear husband still has 35 knights, plus you, we have nearly fifty knights.

We have mercenaries, and 1200 night watch guards. Those rioters also suffered heavy casualties. As long as my dear launches an attack, everything will be fine."

The elderly knight took a deep breath, and he glanced at the young knight beside him: "Madam, the Duke, the Duke said he doesn't have enough troops, and he is rushing towards the castle..."

"You, say that again. Are you saying that he abandoned the Citizens Road defense line?!"

Suddenly standing up from the chair, Bamanda's chest heaved so violently that the buttons on her chest even broke, completely abandoning her previous aristocratic form.

After receiving an affirmative answer, she fell silent.

Looking at the table in front of her, Bamanda felt dizzy. How could it be? How could it be?

That was just ten thousand farmers, one hundred transcendent knights would be enough to disperse and suppress them, let alone they had more than two thousand infantry!

If a second line of defense was set up on the wide roads of Citizens Road to block them, they wouldn't necessarily lose. Even if they lost, there was still the castle as the third line of defense.

Why retreat directly to the third line of defense?

"Ah--" Screaming, she used the feather fan in her hand to sweep all the vases and documents on the table to the ground, "Stupid! Cowardly! Pig! Idiot! Low intelligence! No spirituality! No brains! This kind of response is foolish!"

The decorations such as vases and bowls on the table were swept to the ground and smashed to pieces. Bamanda's hair exploded, her veil lifted, and she supported the table, gasping for breath.

"What about the secret army outside the city? Let them come over quickly." Zanderbeck supported Bamanda's shoulders, his heart beating so fast it was about to jump out of his throat.

The elderly knight stepped forward and said in a low voice: "The secret army has been in deficit for many years. Three years ago, the Duke sold them to Catherine of Rapid Falls under the guise of optimizing finances.

The one hundred infantrymen outside the city are just to scare them, they are of no use at all. Our real secret army consists of 3,700 soldiers led by Bishop Barney Foss, and 8,200 knights and soldiers led by Prince Condé."

"How long until they arrive?"

"Probably, two or three days."

Zanderbeck's throat was so dry that he couldn't even swallow his saliva. He was the leader of every tax collection.

In the rumors of the refugees, it was he who ordered the Duke to block the land and water checkpoints, locking the refugees near Jeanne d'Arc.

Others might be able to escape, but he himself knows best what he has done.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Looking at Zanderbeck, who had fallen to the ground with his butt, Bamanda suddenly woke up: "Did the mercenaries also collapse? Where is that idiot Danay now?"

"Most of the mercenaries have collapsed. The rioters are pouring in from all directions. The Duke said, please set off as soon as possible..."

"Then what are we doing here?" Calming down, Bamanda immediately went around the table, shouting at them as she ran towards the door, "You should have said this as soon as you came in!"

But the knights stood still, their faces embarrassed, as if they hadn't heard.

"What's wrong? Let's go!" Walking to the door, grabbing the doorknob, Bamanda turned her head to look at the knights behind her, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

"Madam, to be honest, we are already surrounded." The elderly knight awkwardly opened the window of the city hall. The moon had already set to the west, but this still couldn't stop the tidal wave of firelight around the city hall.

The sound of the spring-loaded guns came from far to near. Without the restraint of the knights, the holy gunners hid behind the spearmen and wantonly knocked holes in the mercenaries' ranks.

When the transcendent knights had all fled, the mercenaries' morale plummeted.

The transcendent knights have all run away, what are they still fighting for?

The well-equipped mercenaries retreated hastily, squeezed inward by the ragged refugees pouring in from all directions.

No matter how the leaders and captains shouted, they still failed to adjust their direction of the charge - behind everyone else.

"Hand over your weapons!"

"Kneel and you won't be killed!"

In the square in front of the city hall, countless farmers with black cloths tied on their heads or arms were shouting.

The black sea of people was accompanied by furious roars.

Countless heads, countless queues, the sound of footsteps could shake the accumulated dust on the eaves.

The spears stabbed into the crowd, and the black and red banner representing salvation was flying in the wind stirred by the torches.

Carrying the banner of salvation, Armand climbed up the wall of a monastery with difficulty and planted the banner on it.

"The Duke is in the city hall!" He pointed at the city hall and shouted.

The moonlight was dyed blood red by the torches, and the mercenaries kept falling in the storm of iron sand, constantly wailing in the pool of blood.

On the original paving stones, blood flowed continuously along the cracks, until it gradually solidified and turned black.

At this time, the outermost edge of the mercenaries was only the last thirty yards away from the city hall gate.

When she realized this, Bamanda almost fainted.

The sound of popping impacts came from the window, scaring the knights so much that they shuddered and shrank their heads to avoid it.

Until they realized that the devil's weapon had only hit the window, these elite knights, who were either attendants or flag bearers, reluctantly raised their heads and stood up.

"Secret passage, the secret passage here calls for the castle, the city hall eats, eats outside!" Seeing the Farmer Salvation Army arrive, Bamanda, who shouted to sacrifice 50,000 farmers, couldn't even speak, stammering and asking the elderly knight.

The elderly knight didn't speak, but looked at Bamanda awkwardly: "Respectable Madam, I have no disrespect for you, but I'm sorry, in order to pass on the information about these terrible devils... forgive me for being rude!"

"What are you going to do? I'm here to command! Let go of me!"

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The eagle on the top of the castle opened its eyes, it curiously poked its head out, and the firelight burned in its clear eagle eyes.

The streets and alleys of the entire Jeanne d'Arc were filled with the strong smell of burning rosin.

The giant snake formed by the torches was slowly surging from all directions towards the Duke's castle in the center of Jeanne d'Arc.

In front of these ragged refugees, the well-equipped mercenaries were retreating step by step.

Under the hunting banner of salvation, Horn was followed by Yeshka and Madelaine, and after that, soldiers in black cloaks.

In the chaotic but orderly footsteps, countless refugees advanced towards the castle and the city hall.

And in their mouths, they were singing songs that the citizens had never heard before.

"Move here, move there, where can the poor find a way to live."

"Hunger and cold press, like donkeys and mules, without killing demons and monsters, there is nowhere to hide!"

"Which is the devil? Which is the monster?"

"The knights are devils! The priests are monsters!"

"Sword in hand, follow me, kill all the demons and monsters and never look back!"

In everyone's sight, the spire on top of the Duke's castle has already come into view.