When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#235 - Sorry for making a fool of myself!

"Andar!" Mitene grabbed Andar's reins and shouted, "That's too rude. Quickly apologize to Lady Jeanne."

"Lord Mitene, I really can't stand it anymore. I don't know what the point of this is..."

"What do you mean?" The cold wind blew Jeanne's long hair as she stared blankly at Andar.

"Didn't you ask me for suggestions? My suggestion is that you should have the knights from the other side come out for a duel. The loser retreats. Isn't that how it is in knight novels?" The grim reality made Andar completely lose his patience.

You see, among Catherine's forces, he was one of the few officers who wasn't from the Karl Black Knights faction.

Although Catherine said she treated everyone equally, nepotism wasn't that easy to overcome.

He came to Autumn Dusk Island hoping to work closely with the leader of the Salvation Army to defeat the Church and establish merit and fame.

But the Salvation Army here had given him too much disappointment.

He thought the Salvation Army would be different from other peasant rebels, but what was the result?

When there are no heroes, even mediocre people can become famous!

As expected, peasants are still peasants. In the end, they still need the leadership of knights.

Realizing this, he forcibly suppressed his anger and said seriously:

"I'll say the ugly things first. Stop indulging in battles from knight novels. That's not real combat.

You defeated the Duke in the past by imitating knight novels. That was just a coincidence. It wasn't your own strength at all.

For the next two months, hand over 4,000 good lads to me for training, and maybe we can hold out until reinforcements arrive."

If he had to listen to this ignorant village girl, Andar would rather have spoken his mind from the start.

Otherwise, staying here would only be a waste of time. He wanted to cut his losses in time.

Jeanne's eyes widened, as if she was also provoked: "What do you mean? We've trained so well."

"Trained well?" Andar pulled away Mitene's hand and urged his horse forward.

"Haven't we trained well? I'm asking you."

"Training like this won't get you anywhere even in ten years. You're no match for the Edict Company at all," Andar straightened his chest.

Jeanne snorted and sized Andar up and down: "You talk a good game, but have you ever beaten the Edict Company? What kind of stuff are you made of?"

"I..." Andar was instantly speechless. "I can't beat the Edict Knights, but that doesn't mean I can't train you."

"You said before that we can't beat the Edict Knights, so we can't train soldiers. Why is it that you can't beat the Edict Knights either, but you can train soldiers?"

The temperature on Andar's face rose rapidly. He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't say a word.

"Lady Jeanne, Andar is straightforward. Sometimes he..." Mitene lightly nudged his horse forward and helplessly stood between the two.

The worst situation he had foreseen had still happened.

But Sisi, who should have stepped in to stop them, didn't move, and just stared thoughtfully at Jeanne.

No matter how Mitene tried to persuade them, their anger only grew, and even attracted the attention of the soldiers who were training.

"The battlefield is where the truth is revealed. Why don't you go on and try?"

Taking a deep breath, Andar gritted his teeth and asked, "Try? Let's try?"

"We'll send three soldiers, and you'll send..."

"No need." Andar couldn't bear the frustration and anger in his heart any longer and said bluntly, "Three? I'll fight ten! I'll show you what real combat is like."

Looking at Andar's flushed face and then at Sisi's calm face, Mitene suddenly tugged at Andar's sleeve, signaling him to speak aside.

But Andar shook off Mitene's hand and stubbornly raised his chin: "What? Are you afraid?"

"Okay, who's afraid?" Jeanne waved to the distance, and a Salvation Army sergeant jogged over. "I won't take advantage of you. You wear armor and take a blunt sword."

"No need."

"Aren't you going to show us what real combat is like? How can you show it without wearing armor?"

Angrily dismounting, Andar almost snatched the armor from the person and began to check if the armor had been tampered with.

This rude scene made Mitene frown again.

He walked towards Jeanne, preparing to apologize for Andar himself, wanting to prevent this diplomatic incident, but Sisi nudged him with her elbow.

Looking at Sisi's indifferent face, Mitene's anger rose from his heart: "Sisi, why are you just watching?"

"Mitene, trust me, Andar is too prejudiced and too proud. Breaking his pride will be good for him."

"Are you so sure they'll win?"

Pulling Mitene to sit on the tree stump, Sisi didn't speak, but just revealed a mysterious smile.

The cold wind was biting, blowing the vines on the fence from side to side.

Leaning against the fence, Jeanne played with the end of her pigtail with her left hand, silently watching Andar put the neck guard on his shoulders.

The neck guard could cover his throat and collarbone, so even if he was hit, he wouldn't suffer too serious injuries.

If it weren't for Armand's report, Jeanne would still have had a good impression of this group of people.

It's just that this arrogant and unaware knight was too annoying, otherwise she wouldn't have deliberately set up this trap to target Andar.

Of course, if Andar could be less arrogant, then he wouldn't have fallen into this crude scheme.

Another "knight", huh!

She turned her head and instructed Das, who had just arrived, "Have half of the people change to stone bullets, reduce the tension by one turn, and don't aim for vital parts."

"Your Highness, don't worry, I know what to do." Das put on his hood, carried his spear, and walked towards the ten selected soldiers.

After everything was put on, ten Salvation Warband soldiers carried their springalds and lined up in two rows, five in each row.

The haze in the sky grew heavier and heavier. Jeanne raised her head and looked at the thick clouds of black and gray intermingled above her head.

The cold wind blew through the forest, and only the remaining branches swayed on the tree trunks. Crows circled in the air, making mournful cries.

Besides these cries, there was also a crisp creaking sound.

"Is everyone ready?"

Leaning against the fence, Jeanne grinned, revealing a set of clean white teeth.

"We've been ready for a long time." Andar twirled his sword, inserted the longsword into the dirt, and placed both hands on the counterweight ball behind the hilt.

On the other side, Das made a gesture to indicate that they were ready.

"Fifty meters away, whoever is standing last wins. No rules."

Kicking the sword, Andar raised the longsword in his hand. Through the T-shaped gap in the helmet, he could see the weapons in the hands of those farmers.

Wooden sticks with iron wrapping around one and a half meters long.

Compared to the branches and stones commonly used by ordinary farmers, this was a huge improvement, but in Andar's opinion—

"This is far from enough!"

Stepping on the ground, leaving a deep footprint, Andar charged towards them.

Then, Andar saw that the five farmers in the front row couldn't withstand the pressure and actually knelt down.

"Are you treating the battlefield like a game? What's the use of a few short wooden sticks?"

"Farmers are farmers, knights are knights. You were born to provide resources for warriors!"

"Let me shatter your illusions and show you what the bloody reality is like!"

While running wildly, Andar was still roaring.

Stepping on the frost-covered grass, the sunlight in the haze shone on his armor, emitting a dim luster.

Quickly rushing past twenty meters, Andar could clearly see the expressions of fear and numbness on the soldiers' faces.

Raising the blunt longsword high, Andar grinned and shouted: "Let me embarrass myself!"

"Clang—thud!"