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Chapter 182 Jeanne's Art of Conducting

Arandel City.

Jeanne was fully armed and stood shoulder to shoulder with Hans, pressing the sword on her waist.

"My lord's prediction was good, this Zayn Aladdin really couldn't hold back."

"There are too many of them."

Hans frowned.

Below the city, there are rolling siege camps.

After receiving the assistance of his brother, Zayn took advantage of Lothar to leave Alandele, assembled an army of [-] troops, and approached the city of Alandelle.

Now the construction of the siege camp has begun.

Two siege towers, an old counterweight trebuchet, and a battering ram are being assembled in the siege camp by a group of craftsmen.

The source of the wood is the woodland near the city of Alandele.

As the defender, they would often carry out fortified walls to clear the field, or even burn down the woodland near the city of Alandele—but Jeanna didn't know what to consider, so she didn't do this.

In the movie, the bridge where the ladder is carried and the ants attach to the siege rarely happens in real siege battles.

On the other hand, if the siege party has sufficient siege equipment, the losses in the siege battle may not be much greater than that of the defender, and the exchange ratio between the two can even be equal.

This made Hans couldn't help beating his heart, thinking that the next one would be an extremely tragic offensive and defensive battle.

"My lord sent that Ms. Eleanor back to Leonard, and he didn't want to bring an army to support him and repay your lord's kindness."

"Even if he is willing, the adults will not be willing to accept it."

The corners of Jeanna's lips twitched slightly: "This is a battle of prestige in Hebron. Not only must we win, but we must also win beautifully. Winning will convince the vassals."

Hans was silent for a while, and asked: "So what should we do? Miss Fringilla followed the Lord and left. We don't have the ability to attack at night."

"I don't intend to carry out another night raid."

Jeanne patted Hans on the shoulder.

Hans was speechless for a while, you want to shoot too?
"Hans, let me teach you a truth. As a commander, never take your enemy for a fool—at least that Tariq is a smart man."

Hans was silent for a while, and said, "I understand."

Night attack is indeed a panacea method. Even if the enemy knows it in advance, it will be difficult to deal with it, but it is difficult, but it does not mean that it is impossible.

For example, the Zoroastrian Cult has the means to control fire. It is not impossible to lay out traps in advance and surround the enemies who attack at night.

"This battle, let's fight it head-on."

Jean Na stretched out a finger confidently: "That's it, smash them head-on, just 3000 people, just crush them!"

Jeanne was waiting.

When the elite among the enemies, such as the Mamluks, got off their horses and mixed with the militiamen who were logging and building siege equipment.

Hans was suspicious: "But there are too many enemies."

Lothar's family background is still very thin, but he can't stand such a tough battle.

"With fewer enemies, you must learn to drive them away."

"Drive sheep and swallow wolves, understand?"

Jeanna said such a sentence without beginning and end, and then dropped the sentence "Ready to attack!"

Then he went down to the city in a hurry.

"I've only heard of driving tigers to eat wolves."

Hans followed quickly.

Rianna has not received any systematic strategic education, she belongs to the kind of battlefield master who chases after her to feed her.

In terms of strategy, she may not be considered outstanding, but in terms of tactics, she is second to none among the people Lothar has met.

This is very rare for many generals, mediocre people know when to attack according to the knowledge in books.

But when you are actually on the battlefield, the word "opportunity" becomes extremely difficult to grasp.

The gate of Alandele City was slowly opened as the farmers and soldiers pushed the winch.

Jean Nora pulled down her mask, raised the holy spear in her hand, and shouted: "In the name of Hebron, in the name of Lothar, and in the name of Heavenly Father, charge!"

Hans quickly realized what the tactic of "driving sheep and swallowing wolves" was.

The hussars and knights of the imperial order only add up to more than 50 people. Most of the knights of the imperial order were promoted by Lothar on the previous battlefield.

But at this moment, these fifty or so armored cavalry suddenly showed overwhelming momentum.

Looking down from the sky.

Rangna, holding the Holy Spear high and wearing a silver armor, looks like a Valkyrie.

The double-headed eagle flag flutters in the wind.

The sudden appearance of the crusader's cavalry made Zayn, who had never expected the enemy to take the initiative to attack, pleasantly surprised.

"Great, this group of brainless Frankish savages, combined to less than one-third of my army strength, dare to leave the city wall and take the initiative to attack!"

Tariq hurriedly said: "Brother-in-law, be careful of fraud."

"Where's the trick? It's just a few dozen crusaders cavalry. Let the soldiers prepare the magic-blocking golden arrows. Even if there are evil witches hidden among them, I will let them come and go!"

Zayn urged Tariq to lead his troops into battle, feeling ecstatic in his heart.

It seems that the time I chose when Lothar is not around is definitely a very wise choice!

Without Lothar, a talented general, this group of Franks is nothing more than this!

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly.

The flying double-headed eagle flag, and the armored cavalry like a mobile fortress, galloped on the ground, raising smoke and dust, covering the sky and covering the sky.

The peasants and soldiers who had been conscripted immediately fell into chaos.

They are not farmers and soldiers under Lothar. They have undergone simple queue training, eat and drink every day, and order the knights to teach martial arts.

These Saracens farmers and soldiers are all yellow and thin, let alone armor, often only have a spear and a simple shield made of wood in their hands.

As for this, they also have a lot of things that they don't have in their hands.

They are all holding tools such as axes and hammers, cutting down trees, building camps and siege equipment.

Facing the impact of Rang Na's cavalry, they dispersed like a flock of sheep, unable to raise the slightest thought of resistance.

"Send the arrow, release the arrow!"

Saracen's light infantry commander yelled, regardless of the peasants and soldiers who were trampled under the horseshoes of the crusaders' cavalry.

But the armor itself is extremely good, and with the dual blessings of Hans and Jeanne, the crusader cavalry did not pay attention to the arrow rain of these Saracen archers.

Standing firm and continuing to drive away the scattered peasants and soldiers.

"Follow my flag!"

"Don't fall behind!"

Jeanne shouted and led the team to turn.

The hussars and imperial knights are not only more elite than most knights in this era, but more importantly, they are highly organized.

He will not charge on his own like a sloppy crusader knight, and will not obey orders.

Hans watched as the fleeing peasants and soldiers scattered a group of Saracens infantry wearing scale armor and holding swords and shields, and a sense of amazement arose in his heart.

"It turns out that this is driving sheep and swallowing wolves."

Jeanne continued to lead the team back and forth in the enemy's camp. She was like a skilled shepherd, driving the flock to move forward according to her own will.

Facing the tricky situation in front of him, Tariq was sweating profusely. He kept urging the Mamluks under his command not to worry about the friendly troops blocking the way, trying to rush forward and entangle the Crusaders cavalry.

"Hurry up, hurry up, get out of the way, don't get in the way!"

Tariq gritted his teeth, as long as the Mamluks he led entangled the enemy, the friendly infantry who followed up to support them would be able to submerge this difficult group of enemies like a tide.

But how could Jeanna not know what Tariq knew?

The hussars and order knights led by her seemed to be able to see all of Tariq's intentions, like slippery fish, galloping wantonly in the enemy camp.

The flames ignited the piled up timber, the baggage.

The frightened pack animals ran wildly around the camp.

The number of enemies trampled to death by each other is definitely far more than the number of enemies killed by Jeanna and her cavalry with spears and long swords.

finally.

The Crusader knights retreated.

They haughtily messed up the camp and returned to the city almost unscathed.

Looking at this scene, Zayn felt his heart was bleeding. He wished he could bang his head against the wall like Octavian, and shouted that famous line through the ages—Valus, give me back my legion!
Tariq was cleaning up the mess as if mournful, looking at this scene full of grief, his heart felt ashamed for a while.

But what Zane didn't expect was that Jeanna didn't intend to just let them go.

The hussars and imperial knights who returned to the city immediately replaced their war horses under the service of the peasants and soldiers.

"Rest where you are, remember to follow military regulations and take a small sip of salt water."

Jeanne seemed to be tireless, walking back and forth among the sweaty knights.

"Time is limited, we can't let go of those pagans who have been scared out of their wits."

She shouted angrily, and kept patting the shoulders of the knights under her command:

"Master Lothar and I have never doubted that we can win, but simply repelling the enemy's attack is not worthy of our pride at all.

We must defeat the enemy, kill the enemy with fear, and make the name of Hussars and Knights of the Order resound throughout the Levant! "

Whether it is the hussars and imperial knights, or the peasants and soldiers who have not been systematically transferred, they all appreciate Jeanne's infinite charm of personality.

Her self-confidence, like a natural commander, makes people have an urge to serve her desperately.

(End of this chapter)