Chapter 1374 - 1290: Royal Court Battle Report

Chapter 1374: Chapter 1290: Royal Court Battle Report

Upon learning the outcome at Night Cry Gorge, the tension that the soldiers felt finally eased.

Many soldiers who were already frostbitten were gathered by the Corps Commander on the side of the road.

The wounded soldiers spread their legs, leaning against the snow as they sang military songs, greeted familiar faces passing by, and waited for the medical personnel to arrive.

It wasn’t long before the medics arrived.

Tents were set up, campfires were lit, and the strong smell of medicine immediately spread along the roadside.

"Don’t take off your shoes, be careful not to pull off your toes!"

"You go to the first tent, you go to the second tent..."

Among the medics, there were rarely seen women nurses clad in white robes.

It must be said that when it comes to attentiveness and caring for people, male medics fall far short compared to female nurses.

As military discipline slightly improved among the soldiers, Jeanne introduced a group of female nurses into the army.

Yet in this era, the conservative nature between genders persists, and soldiers, having lived in the military for a long time, are quite repressed.

They carried small medical kits as they walked, whether pretty or plain, immediately attracting whistles from the nearby wounded and passing soldiers.

This first batch of accompanying female nurses lacked experience, and when the soldiers made a commotion, they all blushed with embarrassment.

On the contrary, a young nurse with a slightly stooped stance glared back defiantly, spitting out, "Anyone who dares whistle again, I’ll go to your Senior Pastor."

The whistling ceased immediately, leaving only one or two lingering echoes that couldn’t be recalled, drifting in the air.

The soldiers, catching sight of the Senior Pastor rushing over rapidly, all acted nonchalantly.

"Roxia, you’re impressive," several junior nurses couldn’t help but admire aloud.

"Ah, they’re just a bunch of kids after all," the nurse smiled bitterly and said nothing more, silently bandaging the soldiers’ wounds.

These soldiers were mostly around the same age as her younger brother, and their whistling carried no real malice.

Whenever she saw these tender faces, she couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild.

Oh, if her younger brother were still alive, he’d be this age now.

Since joining the medical team, Roxia had become quite adept at handling wounded soldiers.

She quickly sorted the soldiers into categories, supervising their medication, bandaging, and rest.

As for the seriously injured soldiers, they were dragged to another side for surgery.

"Head Nurse Roxia?"

"I’m here." Roxia wiped her apron and stood up, only to see it was Chief Officer Baloo.

"How’s the situation here?"

"It’s alright, the ratio of injuries and frostbites isn’t large, this forced march didn’t last long after all."

"Good." Old Baloo nodded, pulling out a transfer order, "The southern army has suffered too many casualties, they lack nurses, Jeska requests you to take the nurses over to help."

"Yes!" Receiving the order, Roxia wasted no time, immediately calling up several sisters and boarded a carriage.

Roxia hurried away while old Michelle approached with hands behind his back.

He stared at Roxia’s departing figure, frowning: "Who is that?"

"A girl who just joined the nursing team last year, first captured by vampires as a Blood Slave, but escaped before initial embrace, now a novice monk of the Saint Father’s Association."

"Oh—why does she walk strangely?"

"To escape from the vampire Blood Slave camp, she sawed off her ankle, now her left foot is an artificial one." Baloo admired aloud, casting a sideways glance at old Michelle, "What, at your age, you’re still fancying young girls?"

"Get lost." Old Michelle rolled his eyes, squinting at the fading figure in the snow, "I just feel inexplicably familiar."

...

As Dass reunited with Jeska, their camp burst into jubilation, while the vampire camp on the other side was deathly silent.

Outside the black curtain tents, the sunlight was scorching.

Inside the black curtain tents, the smell of blood was intense, and amidst the low groans, there were faint sounds of sobbing.

Originally, the vampires refused to sleep unless they gambled, sucked blood, or messed with tobacco and spices before bed.

Even though there were no vampires outside the tents, inside was indeed quite noisy.

Yet at this moment, the entire vampire camp was as silent as a library.

The only place still considered lively was the central main tent.

With a muffled thud, the candlestick shook.

The table slapper turned out to be the stern-faced envoy leader of the Seventh Angel Envoy troupe, he stood up: "The guide made a mistake, what does it have to do with me? Don’t you have a guide yourselves?"

"If it weren’t for you going the wrong way, how could we follow suit?"

"Well, if any vampire goes to commit suicide, would you follow behind as well?"

"If that suicidal vampire were you, I would definitely follow to catch the fun!"

"You!"

The Seventh Angel Envoy leader shifted his gaze to the Knight Leader on the other side: "I ask you, why did you block the path during my attack?"

"I was rescuing as well." That Knight Leader, a vampire, had Imperial Knights under his command, "I need to ask you why you were squeezing me?"

As a knight with vampire status, he was unafraid of the Royal Palace’s envoy leader.

He belonged to the northern clan’s troops, not under the Seventh Angel Envoy leader’s command!

Those Imperial Knights were gathered from almost half of Norn and the Border Knight domain, what did they have to do with an envoy leader from Leia?

"You’re cavalry, surely you’re faster than infantry?"

"Wasn’t it because the Fifth Dracusla Corps blocked my path?"

Dracusla had been watching the drama unfold nearby, but couldn’t hold back when the blame fell on his shoulders.

"You Mad’s Miseria’s crap! I’ve wanted to say all along, clearly your Royal Palace guards went the wrong way, yet you still prioritized supplies for yourselves!" Dracusla slapped his belly, "How can my soldiers fight hungry? How can we not go slow? And besides, it was Shan Ruan’s orders!"

"What’s it got to do with me?" Shan Ruan blinked nervously, "I was only in charge for a short time before Samuji arrived, is there any issue? Say it!"

Several vampires feigned ignorance.

They gathered together this time to draft a war report for Serafe.

In the current situation, fifty thousand troops were sent, thirty thousand returned, losing nearly forty percent!

Their recently replenished forces were gone again!

Even they borrowed many troops from the Central Army, including the Sixth and Seventh Angel Envoys, which ended poorly.

Even as the Sixth Angel Envoy, Samuji was captured.

Such a severe defeat, the Northern Army, having recently restored reputation with the Thorn Garden battle, now stood at zero before Serafe again.

Why does the Holy Alliance keep going against the Northern Army?

Oh wait, this time the Central and Southern Army supported with reinforcements as well.

Now it’s even harder to justify themselves before Serafe, borrowing others’ soldiers and losing them!

This war report was really difficult to write.

"Cough cough." A light cough interrupted, catching everyone’s attention, it was Cataloni.

"In my view." Cataloni stated coldly, "There are two culprits behind this defeat."

The vampire generals and nobles were eagerly awaiting Cataloni’s insightful comments.

"One is Samuji charging recklessly! Another is Lakunio misdirecting command!" Cataloni’s face was stern, "What does everyone think?"

After a brief silence, the vampires nodded in agreement.

"Exactly so."

"If not for Samuji, such a blunder wouldn’t have happened."

"Lakunio too, what kind of commander commands from bed?"

"A mere human, see, they can’t compare to us vampires!"

Having gained most people’s support, Cataloni unhurriedly asked Shan Ruan: "Lord General, what do you think?"

Shan Ruan gave Cataloni a complex glance, pondering for a long time, before sighing.

"You’re right."

Soon, a new war report was drafted, blaming the defeat entirely on captured Samuji and the injured and unconscious Lakunio.

Why else would one get captured and the other injured?

This logic was just too coherent.