When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Lying in his bedroom, Horn was somewhat absent-minded.

Horn had slept in this room for almost a month.

To be honest, he was quite familiar with it, the quatrefoil window, the vine-patterned carpet on the floor, the walnut chair and desk.

It was here that he planned the famous coup, and it was here that he was welcomed out to take office as Pope.

This small room had witnessed too many key moments in the Papal State, filled with the long and rich history of the Papal State.

"Papa, are we really leaving?" Carrie nuzzled her head against Horn's arm.

This time, Horn did not pull his arm away, but stroked Carrie's slender white hair: "Yes, we are."

"I'm going to miss this place a little, when will we be able to come back?"

"I don't know, maybe we'll never come back."

Yes, after completing this arduous 500-mile journey, they would reach the territory of Duke Dahner of Kush.

There, he might find a position under the Duke, or hide in Black Serpent Bay for two years, or go directly to Norn for refuge.

This small monastery would fall back into the hands of the Church, the only difference would probably be, only...

No, there would be no difference.

Before Horn could pull himself out of his memories, the bedroom door was suddenly opened.

"Jeanne, what are you doing here so late?"

Jeanne didn't care about the reasons, and went straight to Horn's side, covered herself with a small blanket, and turned her back to Horn.

"I'm sleeping here with you, so it's easier to leave together tomorrow."

Isn't your bedroom just a few steps away next to mine?

Horn turned his head and saw Jeanne's delicate ears peeking out from her black hair in the moonlight.

The earlobes, covered with fine hairs, were now stained with a clear blush.

Horn reached out and stroked her earlobe.

The pale pink capillaries instantly burned up, turning bright red.

Horn laughed.

But after seeing that Jeanne's hair was faintly showing signs of turning golden, Horn couldn't laugh anymore.

He quickly withdrew his hand.

Clearing his throat, Horn asked with a serious face, "How is my orichalcum bow coming along?"

"The bow arms have already been made. If Sister Sisi hadn't brought a full twenty pounds of orichalcum for sale, your big bow might not have been made."

Orichalcum is called orichalcum simply because it looks like red copper, but its essence is still steel, also known as Orihalcon.

Due to its special properties, orichalcum can only be cast, not forged.

Isn't this a perfect match for her profession?

"Jeanne, we're leaving tomorrow, are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, as long as you're by my side, I'm not afraid."

But after this journey, I will leave you, Jeanne, where will you go then?

"Do you want to follow me forever?"

"It's right to follow you, because you are my brother..." Jeanne turned her body halfway, raised her head, and suddenly said loudly, "...and my fiancé!"

"Hmph." Carrie snorted coldly, "Yours?"

"Okay, I'm sleepy, don't talk anymore and disturb my sleep." Horn quickly stretched out his legs and closed his eyes.

The next day, October 2, 1444 of the Imperial Calendar, on the slope where Horn and Durdaff had a world-shattering battle.

In the distant mountains, the corners of the red sun were faintly emerging.

Black hooded cloaks formed into clusters of black mist, with all sorts of sundries tied to the tattered ribbons.

One after another, patched bags danced in the wind, and many villagers carried large and small packages, holding broken pottery bowls for eating in their hands.

Since this section was all uphill, they all took a stick to support themselves in order to save effort.

When standing in front of this group of people, holding the Papal Scepter, Horn felt his heroism and momentum instantly drain away as he touched the four cloth bags on his waist.

"Jeshka, Busak, are all the arrangements made?"

"It's all arranged, Your Holiness."

According to Jeshka's suggestion, Horn divided the national army into two teams, front and rear.

After all, the road was so narrow, their 1200 people certainly couldn't march in a large square formation.

At the very front of each team was a division of the Guards, with three brigades arranged in three straight lines, walking at the very front, following Jeanne who was holding the Holy Grail flag.

On both sides and at the rear, there were two brigades of Black Hat soldiers each, responsible for covering and guarding the rear.

In addition, there were also child soldiers, Cheka, some villagers, and Guards responsible for reconnaissance and collection along the way.

The rest of the people followed the chariots.

And in the chariots were all the supplies for this long journey, including nearly 2,000 gallons of grain and dried fish and meat, 800 yards of coarse woolen cloth, 400 yards of fine woolen cloth, 500 pounds of salt, 600 pounds of iron ingots, 150 pounds of refined iron, and 150 pounds of various dyes and medicinal materials.

There were also many livestock such as chickens, pigs, and sheep, which were also driven along the sides of the carriages.

These ten chariots had been modified into armored chariots under Jeshka's suggestion.

The main modification point was the addition of detachable high-fiber composite strong armor - made of leather and oak planks - to the side of the car compartment.

It should be known that whether it was the 150 miles of mountain road in the front or the 300 miles of forest road and swamp road in the back, there were a lot of dangers.

When walking on the forest road, they would be attacked by giant spiders in the forest, and when walking through the swamp, they would be attacked by local savages and beastmen.

Whether it was the forest road or the swamp road, they would be attacked by magical creatures.

On this journey, Horn decided to use the chariot fortress tactic.

When encountering danger, encircling the large carts would turn them into a small fortress.

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In addition, allowing family members and soldiers to mix together when the army was marching was a measure that had a great impact on combat effectiveness.

Therefore, Horn specifically implemented a system of separating soldiers and civilians.

He divided the entire Papal State into male camps and female camps. Of course, this did not mean that the female camps were all female.

The female camps were family camps, mostly composed of the old, weak, women, and children, as well as men who could not go into battle.

During the march, contact was not allowed unless there was a major change, and they could only meet during dinner.

If there were family matters to be dealt with, they could apply to the brigade commander, but they could not apply twice in five days.

When the entire Papal State's 1182 people stood in a long line stretching 30,000 centimeters that could not be seen to the end,

the sense of shock could only be experienced by standing in front of them.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell on Horn's face, he couldn't think of anything else that could inspire these highly motivated citizens.

"Gentlemen, set off!"

With Horn's order, the crowd surged, and a little over a thousand two hundred villagers walked forward in a disorganized manner, supporting themselves with crutches, driving carriages, and guided by scouts.

After these days of exposure to the sun, although the dirt road still had muddy sections, it was no longer as difficult to walk as it used to be.

Some small roads and bridges were gradually repaired by the surrounding villagers or small landlords and nobles.

Looking around, the barren yellow mountains had recovered from the flood, and the verdant hills were sucking up the fertilizer brought by the flood, becoming even greener.

White irises swayed along the Honey River, and circling thrushes were reflected in the river, as if swimming in the sky.

"Eighty acres of good land, and a gentle and good mother-in-law..."

The villagers walked in a disorganized pace, supporting themselves with crutches, and dragging their feet.

They sometimes sang songs of the Kingdom of Heaven, and sometimes sang songs of thanksgiving.

The singing rippled, occasionally stirring up a few figures from the undulating hills on both sides.

But most of them retreated after seeing Horn's well-organized formation and the alarming number of people and weapons.

Even robber knights who made a living by looting would avoid them after seeing the banner of Barney Foss displayed by Horn.

Even some vagrants and refugees in the countryside would try to join them, but Horn did not take them in.

On the contrary, the monks of the Ministry of Truth, such as Armand, would give them some potato roots and teach them how to wash them.

The army of the Papal State left, but they left behind the method of eating potato roots, stories of the Holy See Church, and that beautiful dream of the Kingdom of Heaven.

Going all the way up along the Honey River, further ahead was Horn's hometown, Holy Grail Mountain.

They did not continue to move forward, but turned a corner, bypassed Holy Grail Mountain, and headed further east.

As they went further east, there were fewer and fewer fields on both sides of the road, and fewer and fewer knights and farmers looking around.

Correspondingly, the mountains became higher and higher, and the slopes under their feet became steeper and steeper.

When it was evening, Horn was surprised to find that on the matter of the citizens unexpectedly having accidents, there was actually an accident - they had no accidents at all.

Although this road was chaotic, like a group of migrating beggars, they actually reached the campsite.

Only ten people fell behind, two people broke their legs, and one person went missing.

They even arrived early.

As the sun set, the villagers walked into the campsite one after another and began to build tents and sheds with canvas, grass leaves, and branches.

"This is really, too surprising to me." Sisi looked at these walking villagers and couldn't help but sigh, "I was originally prepared to camp on the road."

To Sisi's exclamation, Horn could only answer: "Step prayer, kid."