When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#688 - escape!

“Ha… ha… ha…”

Taskin, hands on his knees, stood by the riverbank, panting heavily.

Despite their early escape and avoidance of the riverbank, only five of the dozen companions remained.

The rest were either swallowed by the swamp or outrun by the knights.

They seized the initiative, fleeing along the original path to the dry hills, which saved their lives.

In the damp and oppressive river wind, the five unfortunate brothers looked at each other, their faces covered in mud and helplessness.

“Let’s rest, everyone bandage your wounds,” Taskin said hoarsely, enduring the pain, “Otherwise, infection will kill you even if you escape.”

This damned Black Serpent Bay climate, any minor injury can easily lead to wind poisoning (tetanus).

Supporting himself against the trunk of a palm tree on the hill, Taskin asked a companion to use a knife to cut out the rotten flesh hit by the lead bullet, then turned to look at the swampy area.

After the previous cannon barrage, the battle was coming to an end.

Although some knights organized small-scale counterattacks, causing some casualties, these resistances were extinguished by the holy wind of the Falconet cannons and holy muskets.

The rumbling of cannons still echoed in the sky, and knights in colorful clothes were still running across the grass.

On the small paths crisscrossed by reeds and streams, heavily armored knights were cautiously hiding, their figures appearing and disappearing behind the bushes.

These knights were lucky.

Those who were unlucky were bombarded by several cannons, driven to the riverbank in panic, and then greeted by the griffon cannons on the river.

Taskin turned his head with complicated feelings, his turbid little eyes watching the river, hundreds of beautifully dressed floating corpses drifting along the river, day and night.

However, this was just the tip of the iceberg, because hundreds of knights didn't have time to remove their armor and were floating underwater.

The knights, driven mad by the griffon cannons, chose to jump into the Moen River next to them under the pressure of the God's Punishment Army.

In a sense, this was the right choice, because the knights could swim underwater for a while in their heavy armor.

If they were lucky enough to find an opportunity, they might be able to escape the encirclement.

It's a pity that Saintess Jeanne, who didn't play by the rules, stood on the hill, and Taskin occasionally heard the crackling of lightning and the electric light leaping on the water.

Soon after, the river surface would be filled with white-bellied river bass and knights with pale eyes.

Having witnessed the power of the Saintess, the knights obediently stopped jumping into the river, knelt down with mournful faces, and shouted in broken Leia language: “Surrender! Surrender!”

They were forced to take off their armor, and under the muzzles of the Holy Musket shooters, their legs and hands were locked with heavy mortar shackles.

If it weren't for the swampy terrain, if it weren't for Black Serpent Bay, then at least half of the 3,000 knights could have escaped.

And now it is estimated that less than five or six hundred people have escaped the battlefield. Excluding those killed in battle, Hohen estimates that he can capture nearly 2,000 Fran knights this time.

When the river wind blew from the swamp, Taskin could clearly smell the scent of blood and sweat, mixed with the scorched smell of lightning and the screams and groans of the knights.

A hearty defeat.

Clenching his teeth, letting his companion clip out the deformed lead bullet with scissors, and then cut off the rotten flesh with lead fragments, Taskin's voice trembled: “Okay, let’s go.”

“Where to?” A slightly green young mercenary asked.

Taskin glanced at the battlefield: “Black Serpent Bay is not a place to stay, let’s go a little further, find a small raft, sneak back to the camp, take the money and luggage, and leave on a merchant ship.”

“Aren’t there more than 10,000 soldiers under Sola Fort? If we run away like this, will we still get orders in the future?”

“If they don’t want us here, someone else will. We can go and enlist as serfs in the Despot Duke’s territory.” Another mercenary, holding a broken arm with a tree branch, swayed his pale head and came over. “Even Earl Kazik lost with 3,000 strong fully armored transcendent knights, how can the more than 10,000 guards and soldiers under Sola Fort win?”

It must be said that these mercenaries who have fought for many years can be regarded as having become doctors through long-term illness, and each has a set of experience and means of treatment and first aid.

“I’m not talking about this, but how do we explain to the Duke?”

“The Duke?” Supporting his hoarse throat, Taskin coughed. “You watch, when the defeated knights find Bodosha, I’ll lose if he can touch land once from here to Dragonfly Bay.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach rumbled like thunder, and as if contagious, the stomachs of several people around him made gurgling sounds.

After all, everyone had just fought a battle, plus a series of runs and life-and-death speeds, and everyone’s stomachs were empty.

Fortunately, Taskin followed the principle of leaving the last bite of food, and had a little bread and salted fish left over, barely made a stinky little hamburger, and the five people divided it up before continuing on their way, touching their stomachs.

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“Ugh!” Bemanglai suddenly covered his nose, looking at the medicine soup in front of him with disgust, looking at the bearded orderly in front of him pleadingly, “Can I not drink it?”

“No.” The regimental surgeon and barber forcefully pushed the soup bowl to Bemanglai’s mouth. “A hemostatic soup, you can’t leave a drop.”

Bemanglai bit his teeth and drank the soup in one go, immediately sticking out his tongue like a pug and taking out a granola bar to lick wildly.

He was also unlucky. He was bitten in the thigh by an alligator while chasing the knights. If his companion hadn’t reacted quickly, he would have died there.

This battle only took an hour, and the actual fighting lasted only a quarter of an hour, but it took a full three hours to clean up the remnants and clean the battlefield.

The swampy terrain was really not easy to deploy, let alone the Orc Hussars specially used to chase the enemy. The infantry on both sides could only fight constantly in the grass and streams.

But the outcome of the battle will not be changed by these small local victories or defeats.

By the time the sky gradually darkened, not only had the two regiments walked out of this muddy ground and cleaned the battlefield, but even the camp had been set up.

Blue flames rose from one honeycomb briquette stove after another, and the kettles contained Moen River water, boiling white bandages and various soups for dressing wounds.

This post-war medical system and advanced sanitation concept rooted in the Salvation Army made the mortality rate in Hohen’s army very low, while the disability rate was extremely high compared to the same era.

Surrounding the honeycomb briquette stoves were groups of monks wrapped in thin blankets, drooling and waiting for the stewed purple egg and meat soup to reward the army.

The quartermasters were even more generous, bringing out all the blue pulp coffee so that every wounded soldier could have a sip.

Holding the blue liquid mixed with milk, vanilla, cinnamon, and powdered sugar, Bemanglai deliberately picked up a beautiful dress and looked it up and down in the envious and jealous eyes of other healthy soldiers.

These fully armored knights are treasures from head to toe. Any ring can be sold for seven or eight pounds. Although they are second-hand wartime clothes, they can still be sold for one and a half pounds.

Not only clothes, but also armor.

After this battle, not to mention anything else, it filled the God's Punishment Army's iron armor quota.

Previously, only officers of the God's Punishment Army had breastplates and full armor. Ordinary soldiers either had old armor eliminated by the Guards, or the worst chain mail.

On the battlefield, the soldiers searched for more than 1,800 complete sets of armor and more than 400 damaged sets of armor, directly filling the God's Punishment Army's armor gap in one breath, with some left over.

Imagining how majestic he would look when wearing iron armor, even Bemanglai, who had always been dull, showed an uncontrollable and even somewhat wretched smile on his face.

“Okay, stop looking at your broken clothes, damn it, is it your woman?” The monk next to him slapped the back of his hand. “Your leg is broken now, so when we enter the enemy’s Sola Fort camp, you won’t have a chance. That’s the essence.”

Bemanglai’s originally smiling face suddenly collapsed.