After Roy raised his hand, Colonel Alpha, who was in charge of the lowland Laubken war zone, also jumped out of the car.
He ran up to Fan Ning with a bang, performed the church salute first and then the military salute, and introduced a long list of information about himself.
Fan Ning first nodded to Roy, then responded gently a few times and then said:
"But when they fell because of their own counsel, they first found out their offenses and then condemned them, according to righteousness and unrighteousness."
"I need to discern some more things."
Before he could say anything further, everyone saw the holy bishop give a few hurried reminders, and the flames ignited under his feet again, and he rose back to the heights of the night sky.
The soldiers sighed "Holy" in their hearts and continued to deal with the aftermath according to their division of labor. Roy, Durk and others raised their heads in confusion and looked up at the sky in confusion.
"Whirring whirring"
The biting cold wind blew in my face, and my clothes rustled.
Fan Ning squinted his eyes and looked down at everything below.
What is more important now is to figure out the motive of their air strikes. Those prisoners of war and esoteric cultists will definitely need to be interrogated, but so many troops and knowledgeable people below will handle the preparatory work properly, so there is no need to control everything by yourself.
Fan Ning now wants to confirm one thing first.
"It's strange. Is it the church they want to blow up?"
From this height, the light of candles and kerosene lamps in most of the people's sheds beneath our feet has been completely blended into the dark fog. There are only scattered lights flickering on the dead land, as well as the flames and flames floating up from the bombed points.
Smoke and dust.
When the last bomber returned to the square, Fan Ning felt that something was not right. Now that he had solved the problem of leaving people behind, when he returned to the night sky to check carefully, he felt that something was indeed strange.
Except for those bombs dropped randomly after the plane lost control, the first few waves of organized dive bombing arrays mainly attacked a rectangular area.
The church is also among them, but its location is only at one corner of the rectangle.
"Of course, this can be considered an attack on a church. If the target is a church, what is it for? What extraordinary resources are there that need to be destroyed? In addition to having certain cultural value, the church in this small town does not have such extraordinary resources.
To provoke and provoke? Let the knowledgeable people of the Holy Sun Church retaliate against the other party's military leader, and then set some kind of trap secretly?"
Is it a purely military rash move, or is there a hidden motive? For example, is there a target that would implicate the church because of its proximity?
With people from the Divine Advent Society mixed in, he felt it was difficult to make a conclusion directly.
Fan Ning thought for a long time in the night sky this time. After various possibilities flashed through his mind, he controlled his body to fall downwards.
There are still many people in the square.
The first few people were waiting for him, and the others were still busy shuttling back and forth, but this time Fan Ning heard crying - it was at the edge of the square, not suppressed at all, but it was far away, so it seemed extremely weak.
.
This time Roy didn't say hello to him like he did just now.
She is very aware of what is happening in the distance surrounded by crowds. People will definitely die in a war, and they will definitely die in every air raid. Even in Tioline, where there is currently no war, there are still people in those prosperous steel cities every day.
But many times, when living people read these numbers, they accept them much more smoothly than expected - just like Mr. Fan Ning said, as long as the specific "100%" individuals are rare a few times, that's the most
It's just that the frown is a little deeper.
However, Fan Ning next to her is currently experiencing the opposite situation.
His spiritual sense inevitably perceived more details, such as the child who huddled in the arms of the woman's corpse and refused to get out despite being pulled by others, such as lying on the white cloth and crying loudly, grabbing the folds of the cloth with his palms.
A rugged man, and a ragged young man kneeling and kowtowing desperately behind the medical staff.
The two of them were silent with similar but different thoughts, their eyes wandering elsewhere. In the field of vision, Priest Durk stood at the corner of the steps like an ordinary skinny old man, staring at the clergy under his hands preparing for the requiem ceremony.
In the distance, there are many people cleaning up the large pieces of steel and rubble on the steps.
They made a small open space so that a small number of choir members who had gathered could stand in a row facing the square.
Then, everyone heard the sound of singing quietly.
"Resurrection, yes, you will be resurrected.
My dust, after a short rest,
The Lord who calls you to your side,
will grant you eternal life.
You are sown until you bloom again!
after we die,
The Lord comes to take us in,
Like harvesting sheaves of grain!”
The sound of unaccompanied chants was clear and quiet, lingering around the messy square.
Like a ray of daylight before nightfall, like the last few stars before dawn.
The soldiers were accustomed to suppressing their emotions, and the few tears they shed quickly dried up in the cold wind.
They?here?
Fan Ning suddenly felt that fate was so unpredictable.
This was the first time he heard this poem he composed himself besides rehearsing.
Actually, in such a "makeshift" excerpt, in such a country, with such status, and under such circumstances, I was still with Roy.
He thought that what he would see in the future would be a magnificent stage, artists in suits and choirs, but he really didn't expect that what was parked on his left and right now were bombers, armored vehicles and anti-aircraft guns.
Roy held the sleeve of his left arm with his right hand, biting his lip and motionless.
Thoughts about the past were swirling in the sound of music, and she suddenly wanted to make a confession to Bishop Lavoisier. Well, maybe, it wasn't a confession in the sense of "confession", but she just wanted to confess to this respected elder.
Ask some questions and find an outlet for some inner emotions. But the strange thing is that I am not a believer, which may make it difficult for the priest.
In this way, when this verse ended and the brief requiem ceremony was about to end, she began to formulate some words in her mind, but several inappropriate noises suddenly sounded in the square——
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
It was the crisp sound of slaps and the sound of shoes hitting people's clothes.
Just like a volcano finally erupting after enduring for a long time, a bearded deacon with a red face and a fierce look on his face began to punch and kick the two prisoners of war at his feet!
"Nahum, what are you doing!?"
Durk scolded, and the two acolytes beside him rushed over and pulled the deacon named Nahum back.
"Fuck! Son of a bitch! These two were just following the choir singing 'Resurrection'!!!"
The bearded deacon's arms were pulled, his shirt was pulled up during the struggle, and his belly was exposed. His legs were still kicked fiercely in the air in front of him, and he continued to roar angrily while kicking -
"They flew the plane, they dropped the bombs, they killed all the people lying there, and then, they sang 'Resurrection' here!"
"Why don't you let me tie you to a stake and burn you to death, and then sing to you until dawn!?"
"Fuck! Fuck you asshole!!!"
At this moment, Nahum did not have the manners of a clergyman at all. He cursed all kinds of vulgar words at the top of his lungs, and then choked on his own saliva and coughed violently.
His reaction aroused the common hatred of many people, but because the people surrounding him within a hundred meters were basically well-trained troops and other church personnel, everyone's eyes were filled with anger for a while, but they did not respond.
What other substantive extreme actions did these prisoners of war commit?
Colonel Alpha and Priest Durques looked at the bishop inquiringly, with a mixture of anger and confusion.
"They sang for the people of Lydia."
Unexpectedly, Fan Ning's answer made everyone look at each other speechless.
It seems like some thought-provoking advice.
"Haha" a kind of laughter that was three parts sad and one part neurotic appeared again at an inappropriate time.
An esoteric cultist who was tied like a rice dumpling by the church’s “exorcist chains” then sighed:
"There are too many cries in this world, you don't understand."
The next moment there was a "click".
The shotgun on the soldier's back flew out on its own and fell into Fan Ning's hand.
The person immediately shut his mouth.
Fan Ning glanced at him and threw the shotgun back into the soldier's hands.
This sentence was mentioned repeatedly in the internal investigation files of the church by some acquaintances of the unconscious Divine Advent Society, which gave Fan Ning an uncontrollable and endless feeling of boredom in rereading it.
A series of unexpected episodes also interrupted Roy's thoughts. She could only watch Fan Ning walk past her calmly, and then asked the old priest Duerke beside him:
"What's that over there?"
Bishop Lavoisier asked something else, and Durk temporarily restrained himself and looked at the place pointed by the bishop.
Fanning was not referring to the church, but to the block to the north of the church.
"Over there? How big is it over there? It depends on what the bishop is asking specifically. There are no industrial plants or important infrastructure in that block. I think this group of lunatics in Lydia just want to destroy the church."
"map."
Fan Ning once again motioned to the soldier to hand over a map, and more accurately drew out the rectangular area he had just visually observed from above.
"Within this boundary, you must explain in detail all the inheritances, important people, treasures, big deals or exotic items that are worthy of the covetousness of these foreigners and false teachers."
He specifically emphasized "all" to see what information he expected to unearth.
"These guys seem to have blown up a little bit." So Durk came closer, looked at the area marked by Fan Ning and commented, "But apart from churches, apart from houses and markets, there is really nothing else. I have to say
Military Target Worth Attacking"
He pointed on the map one after another: "This small textile factory counts as one, and this communication station counts as one. The value of a small textile factory is very limited, and there are sixteen such communication stations in the entire town. There is nothing more special. If it is just for
With two targets like this, nine bombers were destroyed, and a dozen people were captured. I'm afraid these guys will lose their pants tonight."
Although Deacon Nahum, who was being held up next to him, was furious just now, he also understood that the bishop’s question must have important considerations. After carefully recalling it, he added: “In addition, there are three oil depots, right?
Grain, oil, and industrial engine oil are a target with greater value, but they mainly occupy value rather than destroy value. Their main bodies are underground facilities. How effective can bombing be? Underground facilities, huh? By the way -
"
The bearded deacon's eyes lit up, but then he frowned, as if he thought the next thing mentioned was a bit nonsense:
"Speaking of 'underground facilities', I remembered that there is a morgue underground slightly to the north of the church."