When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Letting out an ape-like cry, a beastman was shot down from the air by a long arrow, falling into a puddle.

Water splashed everywhere, and blood stained the puddle red.

The remaining beastmen continued to flee, huffing and puffing.

Slowly retracting the longbow in his hand, Bo O'Lay rode on his horse, the turbid afternoon sunlight illuminating fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Turning his head, he looked at the mercenary infantry and militiamen who had been injured by the beastmen using throwing spear launchers(投矛器: spear-thrower) and floating stones, a trace ofdisdain in his eyes.

As an Imperial Knight, in addition to the arena assessments, one must also master archery, swordsmanship, and spearmanship, as well as the application of corresponding extraordinary weapons.

Whether it is mounted combat or dismounted infantry combat, all related extraordinary martial arts must be proficient.

This is more than twenty years of training, and no one knows the blood and sweat involved.

But these mortal infantrymen think that they can rely on equipment and formations to block the charge of the Imperial Knights, and even envy their status.

It's ridiculous.

Why do you think your collective formation can withstand my twenty years of hard training?

If only he had been born a hundred years earlier, at that time, even the citizens of El in Maple Dew City would have to lower their proud heads in front of knights.

These mortals, instead of honestly staying in the fields and farming for these extraordinary people, are even thinking about becoming laborers, citizens, or even city nobles or city councilors.

This has greatly reduced the income of his family's real estate, forcing him to practice combat skills hard and lick blood from the edge of a knife.

Even so, those merchants and free cities are still raising labor wages, attracting more public farmers(公簿农: serfs) to escape the land.

In his opinion, all those citizens should be slaughtered, all the free cities should be razed to the ground, and everyone should return to two hundred years ago, which would be the best.

There may be some pain during this period, but shock therapy is the best therapy.

"Sir, the results of the statistics are out. Our mountain infantry has suffered a total of thirty-two casualties and missing, and there are currently 315 remaining."

"Uncle, our White Maple mercenaries have suffered seventeen casualties, with 770 remaining, and the militia has suffered fifty casualties..."

"How many times have I told you, call me company commander on the battlefield!" Bo O'Lay directly interrupted Bellard's statement.

He brought this little nephew to capture the short hairs(短毛: refers to rebels or bandits) with the infantry in order to show his face in front of Prince Your Highness.

He originally wanted to play a cruel one for Prince Your Highness, but Bellard took off his pants and came up with a big pile of crap.

1,500 soldiers let 1,200 farmers run away, who would dare to believe it if it was said.

In their hometown, dozens of soldiers would chase and kill thousands of rioters.

More importantly, because of this, he was forced to evacuate from the wealthy Little Pond City to chase this pile of nothing short hairs.

Catching them will not gain anything except fame.

"Cough cough, Lord Bo O'Lay," Cleonte whispered from the side.

"What's wrong?"

Although Cleonte and Bellard had conflicts, Bo O'Lay did not make things difficult for him.

Nobles are all sophisticated, and they are very familiar with this kind of social interaction.

If he were to deal with a small person like Cleonte, it would give the impression of bullying the small with the big, not to mention that Cleonte has Archbishop Barney Foss behind him.

If there is an opportunity, he can trip him up, but if there is no opportunity, it will pass.

But this equal treatment made Cleonte a little frightened.

"I just checked the ruins of their camp, and it's about 40 to 60 miles away from us. What's our next step..."

"The next step is naturally to continue the pursuit." Bo O'Lay waved his hand impatiently, "Leave all the militia and wounded soldiers behind, only keep three days of supplies, and those with breathing techniques, follow me."

Under the command of Bo O'Lay, three hundred extraordinary knights abandoned one thousand ordinary infantrymen and, with the remaining six hundred elite infantrymen, launched a pursuit on the long road that Horne had walked.

At this moment, in the camp of the Papal States.

Horne sat upright at the table of the Privy Council, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"I saw 300 knights and a column of infantry longer than ours at the place where we camped yesterday."

Dia's words seemed to still echo in Horne's ears.

Those knights, those high and mighty knights, they are here again.

Horne has never even seen them, not even once.

But they still persistently want the lives of Horne and the villagers.

You really can't open champagne indiscriminately, as soon as it's opened, the knights catch up.

Horne knew that he was deceiving himself, whether he opened it or not, they would catch up.

Especially at this time, when there are still a bunch of patients lying in the camp.

Only ten days away, their long road is half over, only the last shiver is left.

As long as they can reach there, as long as they can reach Jeanneburg.

Madeline will be able to open his bakery, Frick will be able to continue singing his heroic epic, Grampwen and Dia will be able to hold a grand wedding, and Chirvis will be able to continue selling his fake wine.

He himself can leave calmly, completely bid farewell to this ridiculous past, and entrust this group of refugees to Duke Kush of Jeanneburg.

With Sissy's introduction, the protection of the two witches, and his own powerful magic, getting the protection of the Secret Party is basically a certainty.

As for what happens next, it will depend on the situation and the times.

But in any case, it is already a case of the sea is wide for fish to leap, and the sky is high for birds to fly.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ is ⊥ at ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ book ⊥⊥ bar ⊥⊥ first ⊥ hair!

Fantasy time will always pass.

Back to reality, Madeline and Frick are still lying in bed with fevers, Grampwen is distressedly wiping his wife's tears, and Chirvis is lying on the table with a sad face.

As for himself, he sits upright, like a clay sculpture.

Behind Horne, at most a day's journey away, those Imperial Legions and more than a thousand soldiers are about to kill them.

Run away?

The road is so narrow, and in front of them is the Uninhabited Swamp, where can they escape?

Fight back?

Looking at this group of patients, and thinking about the combat power of those Imperial Knights, how can they fight back?

"Bang."

Subconsciously, Horne slammed his fist on the table: "Damn it, how did the Papal States get to this point!"

"Maybe we can go back. As long as we go faster and hide in the beastman kingdom, maybe there is still hope." Sissy suggested.

"What if we run into the Imperial Legion on the way back?" Chirvis slumped on the table, "You don't know how fast they are. They finished our five-day journey in two days, and we even have patients.

Even if we don't meet them head-on, the small roads on those puddles can only allow one person to pass at a time. Before our people have finished passing, they will have caught up."

Silence fell in the tent.

"Can we get to the swamp area faster? There's a swamp ahead. Aren't they riding horses? Maybe they won't be able to catch up." Busak came up with an idea.

Jeshka poured cold water after thinking for a moment: "No, the swamp is even more dangerous, and the long road leads directly to the swamp. While we are defending against the monsters, we still have to march, which is even slower."

The entire tent fell into a long silence once again.

"Maybe, I have a way." Crouching next to Horne, Carrie poked her head out from the corner of the table.

Horne forced a smile and patted Carrie's little head: "Don't make trouble. I still have a clockwork frog here. Here you go. Go play aside."

Taking the little frog, Carrie puffed out her mouth: "I really have a way. There's more than one way to pass through the Uninhabited Swamp. I know another dirt road that can also reach Wild Spider Forest, but it's a little dangerous.

That path is very hidden. As long as we can do a good job of disguising, those bad knight bastards will definitely not find it."

Sissy asked in surprise: "How do you know?"

Horne reached out and scratched Carrie's chin, and Carrie squinted her eyes comfortably: "I just know. I didn't even know it originally, but when I got near here, I knew it."

"Did you recover your memory?"

"Um... sort of. I have to encounter familiar things to remember. Maybe, if I take that path, I can remember more."

"Then take a child soldier to confirm it and see if the road is still there. Go on horseback."

Horne stood up immediately: "Instead of discussing this here, we should take action first. Let all the patients who can walk go, and load the rest onto the carts. The sooner we leave, the safer we will be."

"Then if I give you the map, what reward will I get?" Carrie rushed up and hugged Horne and asked.

"What reward do you want?"

"I want a kiss."

Looking back at Jeanne's blue and ferocious face, Horne squeezed Carrie's cheeks helplessly: "Okay."

ps ambush!