diymy #282 - Entering the Château de Jeanne d'Arc
#282 - Entering the Château de Jeanne d'Arc
"Should we disperse these villagers around us?"
Looking at the growing number of villagers on both sides of the team, almost ten thousand people, Hakuto asked in a low voice.
Horn shook his head: "No need, just find some Guardian Soldiers to maintain order, and prevent stampedes."
"Yes, Your Eminence."
Watching the slightly changing formation of the Salvation Army, Horn felt that his control over the army had reached a new level.
He even had a feeling that the army was part of his body, as if he could easily command them.
Sitting on the cushioned seat of the carriage, Horn looked down at his rough hands, lost in thought.
"Brother, look." Jeanne pointed to a place not far from the road, "That's where the Wang Xian Knights' camp is."
"The Wang Xian Knights' camp..." Raising his head, Horn saw a camp by the roadside emitting black smoke, with scorch marks everywhere, "You still haven't told me how you defeated them."
"It was raining that day, and they were all sheltering from the rain in their houses, either drinking and gambling or sleeping, and they didn't expect us to come at all.
I directly led the Holy Musket Cavalry in, they didn't have time to put on armor and ride horses, and I electrocuted dozens of them, and the rest surrendered."
Horn was speechless, he could foresee that the defeat of the Wang Xian Knights must have been very stupid, but he didn't expect it to be so stupid.
But it's also normal, very much in line with Horn's stereotype of the French, casual, easygoing and fond of drinking.
"What about the Wang Xian Knights' prisoners? Why didn't I see them?"
Jeanne's face was a little unsightly: "Last night, those Wang Xian Knights who escaped returned and rescued the remaining companions."
Jeshka rode his warhorse, looking at Horn's bandaged single eye with his own: "Funnily enough, those French prisoners of war were clearly held together with the Temple Knight prisoners, but they only rescued their own people, and even beat up several Temple Knights."
The French national character of both loyalty and pettiness is vividly demonstrated in this event.
"Let them go if they escaped." Horn shrugged indifferently, "We don't have much conflict of interest with these French people."
After clarifying the situation of the Wang Xian Knights, Horn asked Jeanne again: "Did you immediately take down the Jeanne d'Arc Castle after defeating these Wang Xian Knights?"
"No." The spring breeze lifted a corner of Jeanne's robe, and she reached out to smooth out the wrinkles, "If that were the case, I would have rushed to the battlefield long ago.
They used wolf smoke to warn the Jeanne d'Arc Castle, and we fought a battle with the Temple Knights outside the city and won.
Some night watchmen and extraordinary knights tried to escape into the castle to take refuge, but the citizens and laborers of Jeanne d'Arc Castle formed a guard and stopped them.
I took the opportunity to charge and kill through them, and the remaining knights and armored soldiers all scattered and ran.
After controlling the castle and taking down the church, I led the war monks non-stop towards Pavia, and luckily made it in time."
His body shook up and down with the uneven dirt road, and Horn almost vomited, he couldn't help but cursed in his heart: Damn it, I'll pour mortar into you sooner or later.
After listening to Jeanne's narration, Horn quickly grasped the key points while enduring the nausea and dizziness: "Those citizens formed a guard and helped you attack the knights? Do they have this courage?"
It's not that Horn looks down on the citizens, but most of the courageous and spirited people in Jeanne d'Arc Castle followed him to Daze Township.
Based on Horn's understanding of them, although they may revolt because of the superiors, without organizers, most of them would fight on their own.
"It was organized by the Children's Army and the monks of the Society of Holy Father." Jeanne revealed the secret, "But they did actively participate in the guard."
"After all, they have some spirit, doesn't the Holy Lord still have three points of anger?"
"Does the Holy Lord call that three points of anger? Doesn't she kill tens of thousands of heretics at every turn?"
"Uh..." Horn, who made a wrong analogy, stammered for two seconds, and didn't expect to be caught by Jeanne.
"Your Eminence, Jeanne d'Arc Castle has arrived." Jeshka immediately stood up to relieve the siege.
In the open space on the main road outside Jeanne d'Arc Castle, all the stalls of the original vendors were pushed down, leaving a large open space to welcome Horn.
The citizens hired many laborers, standing by the road waving colorful flags and flowers, which is a necessary part of the foreign bishop's inspection.
Although the desire for independence is very strong, the citizens know that it is not realistic.
The armed forces they control can't even beat the Temple Knights, let alone the Salvation Army that "defeated" the Decree Knights.
In the subconscious of most citizens, the Salvation Army should just be driving away the Decree Knights, not defeating them head-on.
That is the Decree Knights, not to mention killing them, if they can shoot down ten Decree Knights, they will eat it directly.
The citizens all know that, given the current situation in the Thousand River Valley, they will have to submit to Horn's feet for a long time in the future.
In the end, it's just a matter of changing the flag, after all, the operation of the city still depends on them.
Several representatives of the citizens, the heads of the major craftsmen's guilds, and several prestigious old people elected by the laborers, stood respectfully by the road, waiting for Horn's arrival.
Before the people arrived, tens of thousands of villagers scared these citizens a lot.
"The pomp is quite big." Citizen representative Sid tilted his head and whispered to Buna Ford, the head of the Stonemasons' Guild, "It costs a lot of money to hire these villagers."
"What do you care, it's not our money anyway." Buna Ford snorted twice.
"Who said it's not our money, what did he do before, have you forgotten?" Sid sighed, "When there are no heroes, a farmer becomes famous."
"Is it better to have Decree Knights or Danne?" The old laborer next to him couldn't listen anymore, "At least people still make sense."
"I'm just saying, why are you in a hurry? Are you ready to lick the shoes of that farmer?"
"You!"
"Keep your voice down, don't let them hear you, do you still want to stay in the ice cellar?" Another citizen representative next to him reminded.
Neat and powerful footsteps sounded, and Sid immediately closed his mouth.
"Quick, quick, don't delay."
Standing up from under the shade, they lined up at the intersection, put on professional fake smiles, and welcomed Horn's arrival.
Just like a few months ago, they welcomed the arrival of the Decree Knights here.
Sure enough, the Salvation Army soldiers who entered their field of vision were all wounded, wearing neat clothes, but covered in dust and dirt.
Wheat-colored faces, simple and stupid eyes, rude movements, vulgar words...
Even if they put on good-looking clothes, they are just farmers.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
"Just this..."
"Laughed."
Whispering voices sounded among the citizens present, even mixed with a few giggles that could not be distinguished between men and women.
These are the soldiers who can defeat the Decree Knights?
They thought they hid it very well, but the look of doubt and contempt could not be hidden no matter how hard they tried.
The Black Hat First Regiment was not affected in any way, they held their heads high and chests out, paving the way for the war monks in the rear.
Even their steps had not changed in the slightest, it was not that they did not hear them laughing, they just thought it was ridiculous not to react.
When the people behind the Black Hat First Regiment appeared, those laughter seemed to be strangled by the neck of a duck, abruptly stuck in the throat, and turned into a funny "ho ho" sound.
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More than twenty prisoners of war, covered in blood, were either dejected or sad as they walked forward.
Their necks were locked with slave collars, their hands were cut off, and they only had a pair of pants on their bodies.
Occasionally meeting the eyes of the escorting war monks, they would quickly shrink their heads back as if they saw a cat and mouse.
But it was precisely this group of prisoners of war that made the citizens feel as if the world was collapsing.
Those are the Decree Knights, the high and mighty Decree Knights!
The citizens rubbed their eyes repeatedly, fearing that they had seen it wrong, and some even shouted the name of a knight.
They could clearly see that the knight shuddered and did not dare to raise his head.
Before they could react from the shock, another carriage drove up, and twenty heads pickled in lime were neatly placed on the carriage.
After some deformation, they could still recognize that they were the Decree Knights!
"One, two, three..." A citizen by the road muttered to himself, "Three carriages, sixty heads of Decree Knights, plus those twenty prisoners of war--"
The noisy crowd was as silent as a library.
More than eighty Decree Knights, the pinnacle of the kingdom's extraordinary knights, had fallen under the feet of the Salvation Army.
Those are the Decree Knights who are said to have angels to protect them!
How many times have they swaggered on the streets, but the citizens can only endure it, and even have to smile.
Now, they are loaded on the manure-pulling carriage for people to inspect and watch?
"All, annihilated?"
"I didn't see it wrong, my eyes are broken, someone help me see."
"Eighty, there are really eighty."
If Madland was here, he would definitely have to clarify with them.
It's not more than eighty, it's all 100 Decree Knights, without missing one, neatly.
It's just that some of them had their heads blown off by leather cannons or were scorched by lightning, so they were not pickled and displayed.
When those black-clothed soldiers in neat ranks passed by again, the citizens this time did not even dare to look directly at their faces.
"Mr. Sid, that is the head of Lord Bo Ole! He is the commander of the Decree Knights!"
"What Lord Bo Ole! That is the devil Bo Ole, pay attention to your words! Citizen!" Sid turned around sharply and pointed at the follower behind him and cursed.
A smile squeezed out a face full of wrinkles, Sid smiled obsequiously, rubbed his hands and walked to Victor's face: "Captain, where is my Pope? We have prepared a good meal and are waiting."
"His Holiness is behind." Victor pointed behind him, and it happened that two strong war monks carried Horn's wheelchair and carried him down from the carriage.
Sid instantly ran over like a hungry dog seeing a stinky shit, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.
Looking like he was snatching food, he repeatedly kissed Horn's feet.
Horn was startled by him, and the monks guarding him were even more horrified and lifted him from the ground and threw him out.
Sid, with a dirt-covered face, did not feel humiliated at all, and stood up with a hippie smile: "Your Majesty, it's me, Sid, have you forgotten?"
"Sid?"
"Yes, Sid, the judge of Jeanne d'Arc Castle, Sid."
"Oh--" Horn looked at him meaningfully, "So it's you."
"Your Majesty is here, we have invited the best chefs in Jeanne d'Arc Castle to set up a banquet for you..."
"Eating is unnecessary." Jeanne interrupted Sid impatiently, "Let's enter the city first, there are still things to do."
Under the guard of the First Guard Regiment, Horn and the Holy Musket Cavalry moved slowly forward along the road they once traveled.
The villagers followed behind them and squeezed into Jeanne d'Arc Castle with the citizens.
Many people in the Salvation Army are familiar with every brick and tile here, after all, the bloody battle that night was unforgettable.
Arriving at the center of the city square, the flag of the Salvation Army fluttered above the Jeanne d'Arc Castle, the flag of the Papal States fluttered above the tower of the city hall, and the sun gear flag of Pope Horn fluttered above the church.
Sitting in a wheelchair, being lifted high by the war monks, Horn looked at everything in front of him.
The square was crowded with villagers, the alleys were crowded with citizens and laborers who had come, and even the roofs were full of residents of Jeanne d'Arc Castle.
"Believers, this place is no longer the territory of the Thousand River Valley Church."
Pointing a finger to the sky, Horn solemnly announced: "From this moment on, Jeanne d'Arc Castle and Kush Territory are incorporated under the banner of the Papal States! Belonging to the direct territory of the Holy Father!"