When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

"Are the ropes all tied?" First Brigade Commander Victor of the First Division of the Black Hat Army shouted to the nine company commanders of the Edict Companies.

"Tied!" the nine Edict Companies shouted in unison.

They had all tied ropes to their waist belts, ensuring basic order during movement and charges.

"Brigade Commander Coleman, isn't this cheating?" A Black Hat Army company commander asked, touching the rope.

Coleman slapped the back of the young man's head and cursed, "Such a weak tone, I thought you were a Guardsman!"

"What's so great about the Guardsmen?"

"Guardsmen? They just rely on their seniority, right? Bah!"

This topic quickly resonated with everyone present, and they all began to grumble and curse.

After all, the Guardsmen always took more than their fair share. With limited resources, if the Guardsmen took more, the Black Hat Army would naturally get less, leading to resentment.

The Black Hat Army might be tough on the surface, but they were well aware of the situation.

As the Pope's direct army, the Guardsmen had better equipment and combat power than them.

Moreover, they were the heroes who stopped the coup, while many on their side had participated in it.

To prove their loyalty to His Holiness the Pope and to clear their names, the company commanders of the Black Hat Army were willing to use some extra tricks.

That was the rope formation.

If they weren't orderly enough, they would tie ropes to each person's waist in each row, pulling each other to maintain order.

A stroke of genius for tactical warfare.

If any general saw this, it would be a good cure for low blood pressure.

With this method, if one person fell or had an accident, it could even cause the entire brigade or even the entire division to be tripped over.

This method had previously been strictly prohibited by Yeshka, but to perform well in this "special athletic event," cheating was acceptable.

If the Holy Father had any objections, wouldn't he descend to the mortal realm?

Since he hadn't descended, it meant he had no objections.

As for the rules, the rules didn't say ropes weren't allowed.

As for the possibility of falling and being dragged down, the Black Hat Army didn't care. Dying was dying. Anyway, they could go to Elysium after death, so what was there to fear?

Besides, they also had knives. If necessary, they could cut the ropes.

They stomped hard on the ground, as if to compact the mud and prevent slipping.

Victor raised his head and squinted.

The sun was shining brightly, illuminating the chaotic mass of serf soldiers approaching.

Hiding his green eyes under the shadow of his hood, he carefully observed the serf soldiers about seventy steps away.

Serf soldiers were just a habitual term. They weren't serfs, but mostly freehold farmers and vagrants, with only a small portion being lord's bondmen.

However, the lord's bondmen also served as household servants and were trusted by the family, so they were unlikely to be on the battlefield.

For vagrants, being a bondman was actually a higher form of freehold farming.

They couldn't even get the chance to kneel.

Like feces floating in urine in a chamber pot, the serf soldiers gathered in small groups, sometimes sticking to this side, sometimes sticking to that side.

In crowded places, it seemed there was no room to stand, while in spacious places, it was difficult to hear someone shouting to their companions.

These serf soldiers wore tattered linen clothes, exposing their freckled, whipped, and scarred bodies to the air.

In terms of appearance, they were no different from Victor a few months ago.

In terms of physical fitness, Victor, who had only had good food and training for two weeks, wasn't much better than them.

But Victor didn't feel much fear.

Among this group, the most powerful fighting force was probably the elite vagrant soldiers—the rogues and thugs.

They made a living by deceiving and extorting ordinary people, often fighting and brawling, naturally being the best at messy fights among the commoners.

These people were once one of the groups that Victor and the freehold farmers feared the most.

When this army of hundreds of serfs stood before them, when those who once frightened them appeared.

Not only Victor, but most of the Black Hat Army soldiers felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

Their hearts were pounding with tension, their mouths were dry, and many of their bodies began to tremble, with veins popping out on their hands holding the spear shafts.

But this wasn't fear.

When they gripped the six-meter-long spears in their hands, what once frightened them suddenly lost its power to terrify.

That feeling was less a desire for victory than a confidence in victory.

"Oh hey!" A rogue seemed to recognize Victor and shouted excitedly, "Victor, you joined the Secret Party? Come here, let me kick your ass hard, it's been a while, my feet are itchy."

"Hahahaha—"

The serf soldiers all laughed.

With no expression on his face, Victor leveled the spear in his hand and silently calculated the distance between them.

Sixty steps, fifty steps, thirty steps...

"Charge, charge!"

In a unified shout, the entire Edict Division, a total of 60 Edict Companies, charged out together.

The spears were like a forest, colliding with each other in the rush, making clanging metallic sounds.

Despite the ropes, they could only maintain relative order within twenty steps (ten meters).

Less than ten steps into the run, a scream was heard.

Due to the slippery ground, one Edict Company lost his footing and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Wait, I fell!"

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"It's too late, keep charging!"

At this time, how could they stop and wait for him?

Feeling the rope on his side sink, his companions on either side didn't have time to think and gritted their teeth and lifted the rope directly.

As a result, the Edict Company instantly flipped over on his back, the rope lifted his waist, his legs facing the sky, dragging on the ground.

The back of his head carved a long groove in the ground, and his crotch burst open in the struggle, revealing another swinging spear, thrusting forward towards the serf soldiers.

The rogues, and even the serf soldiers next to them, covered their stomachs and laughed at the ridiculous scene.

But as the Black Hat Army rapidly approached, the laughter in their mouths grew smaller and smaller.

Constantly waving the knives, daggers, and stabbing sticks in their hands, the rogues issued threats, trying to evoke some familiar memories of old "friends."

This couldn't stop the Black Hat Army's unyielding charge.

When those bright spearheads appeared before their eyes, they hadn't even had time to retract the knives and daggers in their hands.

The feeling of a spear piercing into a human body was indeed different from piercing into a wooden stake.

Victor carefully felt the feeling of the spear tip cutting through skin, penetrating flesh, and piercing into bone marrow.

The rogues pierced on the spears waved their limbs helplessly and were even being pushed backward by the Black Hat Army.

Shrill cries and wails suddenly erupted, and blood mist diffused in the air, merging into the damp water vapor.

Spears thrust, piercing through human bodies, and the serf soldiers fell one by one.

The person in front of them was still standing a second ago, and the next second they were clutching the bloody hole in their stomach and falling into the mud.

Those serf soldiers didn't try to fight back, but they found that the weapons in their hands were at most two meters long.

The spears in the hands of the Black Hat Army Edict Company were a full six meters long.

The Black Hat Army stood there letting them hit, and they couldn't hit them.

Long arms beat short arms, and high beat low.

Blood flowed on the ground like a stream, and the scorching sun draped a layer of blood-colored transparent golden light over it.

Above the blood stream, wounded soldiers rolling on the ground in pain wailed at the feet of the Black Hat Army.

Watching this scene, the Black Hat Army laughed loudly, the first battle was won.

This credit could be converted into titles and land, and they could show off in front of the Guardsmen.

The laughter in the cries was too harsh, and such a hellish scene directly caused many serf soldiers to collapse.

They cried out the names of "devils" and "monsters" and began to rush backward.

This made the Black Hat Army a little confused.

Wasn't this just something similar to a knightly tournament?

It wasn't a war, so why were they cursing people?

Couldn't afford to lose? Couldn't afford to lose?!

Having defeated the serf soldiers in front, the Black Hat Army of the First Division began to reorganize its formation, preparing to flank the enemy's central army.

Of course, there was also the most important thing, which was to report the victory to Horn, who was in the main camp twenty steps away.

"Pass it down, the first battle is won! Prepare to flank the central army!"

"Pass it down, the central army has won a great victory!"

"Pass it down, our army has won! Our army has won!"