When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist

Chapter 1373: Chapter 1289: Victory Against All Odds

The drumbeat shakes the snow piles, causing snow from the slopes of the mountains on either side to fall from time to time, startling bears, wolves, dogs, and deer...

In the white world, six brown-gray columns march in sync with the drumbeat and trumpets.

Occasionally, someone might slip and fall or suddenly lose strength due to exhaustion, but nothing stops this team’s march.

On the foothills, through the canyons, across frozen streams, snake-like columns of marching troops keep moving forward.

They pant heavily, rhythmic puffs of white steam exhaling from their mouths and noses.

This is the breathing technique; in the Holy Alliance Army, one cannot leave the training camp without reaching at least the basic level of this breathing technique.

If after two terms one still cannot achieve even the first stage of breathing technique, they might be sent back home.

That would be a lifelong stigma, though it won’t be recorded in the files.

Unlike deserters, deserter records are entered into the files and never sealed.

Some representatives of the Advisory Council tried to push the "Deserter Record Sealing" bill to give deserters a chance to reform.

But in voting, it was rejected by Horn by tens of thousands of votes, outside the voting by Jeanne by nine thousand votes.

Those representatives were even surrounded by veterans, who booed and jeered at them.

Jeska glared fiercely at those representatives, saying if deserters aren’t recorded, where does that leave the blood-soaked soldiers who didn’t run?

Under such arduous marching, with toes nearly frozen off, ears nearly split, sustained only by sheer willpower, where does that leave the soldiers who didn’t run?

Jeska’s intention isn’t to torment the soldiers, but the truth is—if victory is desired, sacrifice is unavoidable.

The sacrifice in battle is sacrifice, and so is the sacrifice in marching.

They must be fast, fast enough, at least reach Dass by noon.

Every time Jeska thinks of this, he can’t help but feel anxious, for those are more than thirty thousand main force vampires.

Dass only has about ten thousand people and no cavalry!

If they collide, wouldn’t it spell doom?

Jeska and Dass have a good relationship, and this campaign is even more crucial; publicly and privately, he wishes Dass no harm.

The warhorses’ hooves tremble in the snow, yet Jeska relentlessly drives the horses forward.

This damned weather, this damned snow, these damned mountains, the cavalry’s speed is halved compared to normal.

Even the fastest Cuirassiers couldn’t arrive in time, and he received Dass’s request for help about half an hour ago.

Arrive by 12, must arrive by 12!

Otherwise, they won’t hold out, even if Dass embellishes the situation, it’s useless according to the aid request’s description!

They’re in absolute peril!

"Lord Jeska, there’s a messenger from Dass ahead..."

"Let him pass."

"Lord Jeska, I’ve come to report good news..."

Jeska snatched the letter before the messenger finished speaking, hurriedly tearing the string open and began reading.

Just after reading a few words, he suddenly brought his face closer and rubbed his eye sockets forcefully with his palm.

Then, as if unable to understand the words, he pulled his head back, blinking forcefully.

A moment later, his face darkened: "Tell your commander, he faces double the main force’s strength, not advance troops!"

"Ah, we know..."

"Know what? You’re in great danger, do you know?"

"No, Lord Jeska..."

"Listen to me first, the enemy’s strength is two to three times yours, what you defeated may not be the main force!

Your primary task now isn’t pursuit, beware it is a trap, but to hold the mountain pass and await our arrival.

Only under such circumstances can we ensure victory.

Lord Dass’s heroic presence, I understand; he is surely able to leave his mark.

I’m old, soon to retire, he has ample time to write his own Chapter.

Perhaps my attitude was poor, convey my willingness to apologize to him, the only request is—do not attack!"

Soon, the flabbergasted messenger headed back towards Night Cry Gorge with Jeska’s message.

Jeska, meanwhile, anxiously pressed forward until he encountered the communications from the foremost cuirassiers and troops.

"Reached Night Cry Gorge pass, no enemy found."

"Scout again, report again!" Jeska was extremely anxious.

"Already rendezvoused with Dass’s forces, captured nearly three thousand, the enemy has retreated to the periphery."

"Continue scouting, continue reporting!" Jeska remained extremely anxious.

"My cuirassiers have already scouted beyond the pass and found no trace of the Vampire Army."

"Scout, report." Jeska was skeptical.

"My lord, my forces have confirmed, the enemy has fully retreated."

"My lord, my forces have confirmed, victory achieved, the enemy lost nearly ten thousand, already retreated..."

"My lord, we’ve won!" When his closest confidant, Battle Commander Michelle, personally delivered the news to Jeska, the suspicion and worries on his face dissipated.

As Jeska’s army drew nearer, various messages continuously streamed into the army.

Numerous messages confirmed that the relation, the Saint’s Grandson’s cousin, really won this battle.

Upon confirming this, Jeska and the battle commanders were momentarily dazed.

With two new infantry battle groups, they defeated twice to thrice their number in enemy main forces, including the Imperial Knights.

Is this a fairytale?

"No wonder he’s a relative of the Saint’s Grandson; the Gallar Family’s blood is truly..."

"Thinking carefully, both the Pope and the Warchief are military geniuses, how could Dass be useless?"

"After this battle, those two groups will likely have one to two years less of service, and will directly receive their designation."

"Why didn’t we notice this level before?"

The senior officers, including the staff officers, whispered.

Only the two battle commanders who actively volunteered to follow Jeska showed some resentment.

They thought that by following Jeska, they could earn some credit, but unexpectedly, the two new infantry battle groups reaped huge benefits.

"Is there a battle report?" Jeska asked Michelle, who came to report.

"Yes, the rough version is available."

Jeska reread the battle report twice, feeling some sense of relief.

"Alright, notify the whole army; under Lord Dass’s brave command, this battle was a great victory!"

"The whole army can slow down the march, those injured during the forced march can remain in place, enter the medic camp, and seek treatment from the medics."

With the message conveyed, the previously stern-faced and fast-marching four battle groups slowed their pace.

They rubbed their ankles and continued forward, but their expressions were relaxed.

Though not present, they knew this battle was theirs to win.

The enemy lost the fat clam town and was driven out of Night Cry Gorge by ten thousand Holy Alliance Army troops; now, their task is only to chase and pursue.

"We are the Salvation Army of the Holy Alliance, our armory crushes the tyrant!"

"When Eve and Adam toil, where is the King’s Knight to be found?"

Someone started, and the soldiers began to sing military songs and the national anthem of the Holy Alliance.

"Spears advance, advance, level the castle, save the slaves!"

"Spears advance, advance..."

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