When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

"Look!" a Black Hat soldier shouted, pointing at the Guardsmen over there. "Do you see that?"

A bright, floating orb of light was simply too dazzling to ignore.

"That looks like a blessing from a cleric, doesn't it?"

"The Guardsmen are in for some bad luck."

"Heh."

Many Black Hat soldiers laughed gleefully. The Guardsmen were allies, but they were also competitors. Who wouldn't laugh at a scene like this?

But when the orb of light landed among the Guardsmen, not only the Night Watch guards but also the Black Hats' smiles froze.

Standing rooted to the spot, Victor stared wide-eyed at the retreating Night Watch guards.

The holy light bathing the Guardsmen seemed almost within reach. Coleman felt a surge of anger and yelled, "Hey, that's cheating! Blatant cheating!"

"Is anyone going to do something? The Guardsmen are cheating! Cheaters deserve to have kids without buttholes!"

"Your Holiness, I'm reporting them! The Guardsmen are cheating!"

No matter how noisy the Black Hats became, the blessed and strengthened Guardsmen were like tigers with wings. They reversed their earlier decline and began to press the Night Watch guards.

"What do we do?" Coleman asked Victor, seeing that no one was paying attention to them.

Victor gritted his teeth. "What else can we do? Take the central army down first! We absolutely can't be slower than the Guardsmen!"

Setting aside the Black Hats' intensified offensive, Quincy bumped along on his horse and rode up to Bonner.

"What's going on?"

Faced with Quincy's stern questioning, Bonner could only awkwardly smile, even though he looked down on this lowly militia captain. "I originally wanted to bless the Night Watch guards, but I didn't expect them to retreat so quickly."

Bonner wasn't telling the whole truth. He did misjudge the lead, but not by that much.

If Sissy hadn't been afraid and hidden in his arms, at least half of the Night Watch guards would have received the blessing.

But thinking of the warmth and fragrance he had felt earlier, Bonner felt that this mistake was—

Worth it!

Quincy shot Bonner and Sissy a resentful glance. He didn't have time to say more. He rallied the remaining armored soldiers and charged into the battlefield.

Now, on this steep and treacherous hundred-meter-long, ten-meter-high defile of Little Mud Ditch, a hundred soldiers and ten horses of elite warriors were charging back and forth.

Waves of blood churned, and the sounds of battle filled the sky. Spears swept back and forth like ocean waves.

On this broad battlefield, Horne's revolving door tactic had become a double-door tactic.

The left wing broke through the enemy and flanked the central army, while the right wing broke through the enemy and suppressed their retreat. Faced with the Black Hats' overwhelming force, the central army's serf soldiers struggled to hold on.

If they weren't packed together and unable to escape, and if there wasn't a supervisory team of armored soldiers behind them, they probably would have run away like the left wing.

The惨象 (T/N: 'Tragic scene') was already too much for Quincy to bear, and the soldiers' murmurs were even harder to hear.

At this point, Quincy understood that this wasn't a mock battle. They were clearly serious.

He had hunted geese all day long, only to have a goose peck his butt.

"Let's go, support Pico and the others."

Snapping his whip in the air, Quincy pointed forward with bloodshot eyes.

"Charge into Gulag Monastery, no quarter! I won't take a single piece of loot from this battle!"

Hearing this, the armored soldiers' eyes lit up. They shouted and formed a tight and orderly formation.

As the iron rings of their chainmail rubbed together, the soldiers' expressions gradually turned ferocious. They charged toward the Night Watch guards as if they were walking gold coins.

In Quincy's view, the serf soldiers in the middle were useless.

As long as they defeated this strong army that was on par with the Night Watch guards, the remaining Black Hat serf soldiers would collapse on their own.

This was the valuable experience they had gained after suppressing countless secret societies, bandits, and rioters.

Most of the time, only the core group of people had combat power. The rest looked numerous, but were mostly cheerleaders.

Riding on his nag, Quincy lowered his body, and the fierce wind whistled past his ears, with the scenery on both sides quickly receding.

He covered the ten-meter distance in just five breaths, his horsemanship was unparalleled.

The armored soldiers beside him were worthy of being elites, lagging behind by only one position, still following his charge.

This feeling was like the knight lords facing the tide of the Flesh Court army.

Closer, closer.

The blurry enemy formation in the distance became clearer and clearer. Quincy could already see the red crosses on the Night Watch guards' robes.

Huh, how did the cross turn white? Not only did it turn white, but Quincy felt that everything in front of him was occupied by blinding white light.

The stinging sensation made Quincy involuntarily close his eyes, but immediately afterward, he felt as if his body was in a state of weightlessness.

The moment he opened his eyes again, he was face to face with the muddy ground. He could even see the maggots crawling on the ground.

"Neigh~ Neigh~"

The black horse let out a mournful cry, its body stiffened, and pink blood foamed from its mouth.

Its paralyzed body tilted heavily to one side and slid two meters on the ground before stopping.

Covering his teeth that had been shattered by the fall, Quincy wept bitterly.

Fortunately, the horse wasn't going fast, so even if he landed head first, he didn't suffer any serious injuries.

"You son of a mountain goat..."

Just as he raised his head, preparing to shout loudly, he swallowed the rest of the sentence back into his stomach.

最⊥新⊥小⊥说⊥在⊥六⊥9⊥⊥书⊥⊥吧⊥⊥首⊥发！ (T/N: Latest novel on 69shu ba first!)

In the sharp whistle, the battle flag leaped out of the bushes. On the battle flag was a holy grail radiating golden light.

The radiance of the Holy Grail reflected the girl shrouded in electric snakes in front of everyone.

Jeanne wore an inverted mountain-shaped white hat visor, covering her tied-up golden hair. She wore an inverted V-shaped mask on her face, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

She wore a waist-cinching leather armor and a linen shirt, with a short sword hanging from her waist. All the skin exposed to the air was wrapped in linen bandages.

All this was Jello's masterpiece, the purpose was to prevent holy water interference.

As a witcher, Jello knew too well how the church and witchers would deal with witches.

At this moment, the four-meter-long battle flag in her hand was wrapped into a spearhead shape and was charging towards Quincy.

"Eek! It's a witch, retreat quickly!"

"Quickly, invite Priest Bonner!"

Quincy's wailing stopped instantly. He rolled and crawled from under the armored soldiers' crotches, hiding behind them.

Seeing a witch appear, the armored soldiers immediately stopped running.

In a dazzling flash, they changed from a vertical formation to a 4x5 square formation. They took down iron-skinned oak shields from their backs and held them in front of their chests.

Five round shields were connected, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a long wall of round shields. Five armed swords extended from the upper edge of the shield wall, facing Jeanne.

This was the shield wall tactic commonly used by armored soldiers. They knew that the most taboo thing when dealing with witches was to disperse the formation, otherwise, it would be easily defeated one by one.

Behind them, the second row of leather-armored soldiers took out hook spears, and the third row of soldiers threw holy water grenades, forming a fog wall made of holy water in front of them.

This was to reduce the power of spells in the case of witches with long-range casting abilities.

Before the fog wall, Jeanne's charging pace stagnated.

She narrowed her eyes. Although the mask blocked it, she could still feel the stinging pain in her eyeballs.

"Buzzing——"

Before Jeanne could break through the fog wall, five throwing axes rushed out of the fog with a whistling sound that cut through the air, attacking Jeanne.

Two of these five throwing axes couldn't hit Jeanne. Jeanne herself wrapped two throwing axes with the battle flag, and the other one flew straight towards Jeanne's forehead.

"Careful!"

Dangi's long sword extended, knocking away the throwing axe.

Pulling Jeanne back two steps, Dangi frowned and said, "You rushed too fast, they are not those Night Watch guards."

Although the little face under the mask was still a little scared, Jeanne still retorted, "Just careless."

Saying that, Jeanne obediently switched to a cautious gun-holding posture, waiting for the fog wall to dissipate slightly.

Jeanne and Dangi were confronting the armored soldiers, while Bonner, at the first moment of discovering Jeanne, apologized to Sissy and ran over there.

Even Sissy's crying was useless.

The appearance of a witch was a major event. Bonner's big head once again controlled the small head.

Watching Bonner's departing back, Sissy wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, stroking the steel bone thorns hidden in the feather fan, a rare look of hesitation appeared on her face.