Black Knight From Blue Star

 The arrival of Hadi's army naturally attracted the attention of both parties.

 After all, there are so many people staying at high places, setting up camp in a high-profile manner and cooking meals.

Several black smoke pillars rose into the sky, and even the blindest person could see them.

In Umberto Castle, Lord Lloyd George looked in the direction of Hardy, thumped the wall, and smiled excitedly: "It's here, just in time."

Although his eyesight is not very good, after all, he is old and presbyopic and cannot see far.

 But he also has basic battlefield literacy.

The only ones that can suddenly appear behind you at this time are your own reinforcements.

If the enemy could get around there, this battle would have been unnecessary.

“Child, you have good eyesight, help me see the army stationed there. What flag is it?”

The young man next to him watched it intently for a while, and then smiled excitedly: "The angel flag with a blue background is the royal family's army. The royal family came to save us personally."

"Angel flag?" The old lord smiled even more happily: "The angel flag of the Jeanne family, I don't know if it is the regent Dora-Jeanne or the Honorable Hardy."

The young man next to him said with admiration: "I think it should be Mr. Hardy. Originally, we estimated that it would take at least six days for reinforcements to arrive, but now that they have arrived so quickly, it can only be Mr. Hardy's Silver Wings. The Knights can do it.”

"That's true." Lloyd George also agreed with his son's view: "And Mr. Hardy is very powerful in combat. We should be safe this time."

 The young man also laughed.

"Go down," said Lloyd George, "let the guards guard the castle. I will have a good night's sleep tonight."

The two of them got off the watchtower, and the lord's wife came up to them and asked anxiously: "How is the situation? Are they our reinforcements?"

  The old lord smiled and said: "Yes, and the one who comes is the strongest fighting force in France."

“That’s great.” The lord’s wife patted her chest, and then asked, “When will they come to the city?”

 “There will be no attack until at least tomorrow morning.”

Upon hearing this, the lord's wife became anxious and screamed: "How can this be done? Why don't they attack now? So many people have died here, does he still want to watch the show?"

 The young man was embarrassed when he heard this.

Lloyd George said angrily: "You know nothing, you bitch. It's almost night now. Marching rashly at this time will only cause all kinds of accidents. Besides, at night, the attacks from the opposite side will also slow down a lot. We can hold on No problem until tomorrow.”

“But what if the enemy attacks tonight?”

Lloyd George sighed helplessly, and then said: "Come here, take the lady down to rest."

 The lord's wife was taken away by two armored soldiers.

When she was taken away, she was still shouting hysterically: "Lloyd, you are the lord, let the reinforcements come over and kill all the enemies quickly. Otherwise they will come to kill us at night."

  Lloyd George rubbed his brow helplessly.

The young man beside him sighed and said: "My mother was just frightened. After all, her... little lover was smashed into a pulp by a huge stone in front of her eyes. The blood and flesh were splashed all over her body, and it took a long time to wash it off before it was clean."

This time Hamans attacked the city and was equipped with several catapults.

 Otherwise, Hamans’s army would not have captured the city wall so quickly and entered the city.

However, fortunately, the opponent's technical skills were not very good. After several catapults fired stones more than ten times, they were still in a semi-damaged state and were being repaired at this time.

If a few stone throwers can still work, the castle at this time will not be able to withstand it for long.

Compared with the morale shock in Umberto County, the army on Harmans' side was obviously anxious.

The other side's commander, Lord Suotu, was in the tent, looking at the terrain map with the lamp on, frowning hard.

 The enemy reinforced the garrisoned position, which was very good.

 It is the highest point of the slope, and there is a road behind it, so it is very easy to retreat. At the same time, the field of vision is extremely good. If you want to send an elite team to sneak attack them at night, it is almost impossible to succeed in trying to blow up the camp.

At this time, a panting general came in from the door. He took off his helmet and knelt down on one knee.

“Have you found out the number of people on the other side and their identity?”

The general looked horrified and shook his head slightly: "Lord, we were intercepted by them halfway. The opponent's light cavalry scout team is very strong."

“How many light cavalry did the enemy intercept? How many people did you lose? How many people did the enemy lose?”

　　Grand Lord Suotu didn’t find it strange.

Francis built his country on cavalry. The heavy cavalry was the most powerful, and the light cavalry was not bad either.

“There are only one hundred and thirty people on the other side.” The general’s face was full of shame.

"What?" Lord Suotu suddenly raised his head, with anger and disbelief in his eyes: "There are more than a hundred people, and your cavalry of 400 people was beaten back?"

 The kneeling general lowered his head even further.

"How many people did they lose, and how many did you lose?"

"They... only have a dozen casualties at most." The kneeling general murmured, "And we have at least a hundred casualties."

Lord Suotu stood up suddenly and slammed a wooden bowl on the table.

　　咣!

 The general's forehead became red and swollen. He remained motionless and did not dare to move.

"You trash." Lord Suotu touched his forehead, feeling a little dizzy.

 The French cavalry are very strong, everyone knows this.

It would be understandable if the opponent used a similar number of people to push back our scout team.

 However, the opponent's number was less than one-third, and he forced his own scout team to do it, causing one-third of the casualties.

 This battle loss ratio is really outrageous.

 Seeing the general motionless, his anger gradually disappeared.

 Then he sat down helplessly and murmured: "Are France's cavalry really so terrible?"

As an old lord who has experienced several wars, Suotu knows the combat strength of the cavalry in the surrounding areas.

 To put it bluntly, it’s just like that, there are big differences between countries.

 Of course, this is without Francie.

 Now, Francie seemed to tell him with a loud slap: We are different!

At this time, the kneeling general raised his head and said cautiously: "Your Excellency, there seems to be something wrong with the light cavalry we encountered."

“As for France’s cavalry, it’s normal for something to be a little strange.”

 It’s only because something is wrong that I can beat you like this.

The young general plucked up his courage and continued: "Their strength is not like that of humans!"

“If it’s not a human being, what is it? A black-hoofed light cavalry from the devil world?”

"No, they are more like professionals." The young general recalled it and said with some fear: "Lancers!"

 “More than a hundred lancers?”

 The young general gritted his teeth and nodded. At the same time, he picked up the wooden bowl that had fallen to the ground and put it back on the table.

"This is impossible!"

Soutu picked up the wooden bowl, raised it high, and gave it a slam! (End of chapter)