Chapter 888: Glory Holy City: How to fight the next battle?
The royal army who tried to besiege, attack, and extirpate the city of Ostend met with great misfortune.
After the Royal Army and Liulian City's army merged, they were finally able to obtain supplies. Of course, considering that it is difficult to travel on the sea, it is necessary to make a large circle on land. Is such a supply...
It was just enough for them to set up camp and launch an offensive that was neither too fierce nor too perfunctory.
There is no way, a large amount of supplies are being held in the city of Ostend. Led by Caleas City, the city lords and archbishops of the Sixth City will not pay for it for the royal army out of their own pockets!
I will provide you with a batch of basic supplies, enough for a few days of food and drink. If you want more, they are available in Ostend. Please help yourself~
Duke Flamengo really has no choice. At this point, even if he doesn't want to fight, he still has to pretend to be fighting.
At the very least, the people from the Glory Holy City were about to arrive. He couldn't be tied to the stake immediately on the day the Holy City messenger arrived!
"If I want to be burned on the rack, I will kill you first!" Duke Flamengo roared filial piety loudly in the military tent. Behind him, a level 15 Heavenly Knight stepped forward, silently holding his sword and looking in all directions:
The meaning is very clear. If we really want to go on a killing spree and kill these people, he, the highest combat power of the Duke family, is the physical guarantee!
The appearance of the Sky Knight is still very intimidating. The important difference between the Sky Knight and ordinary knights is that they can stay in the air for a long time without relying on any special skills or special magic equipment. In other words...
You run away, you run away, the Sky Knight is flying in the sky, he will find you in minutes and kill you!
Under the threat of powerful force, those soldiers who originally wanted to escape or mutiny pinched their noses and worked conscientiously. It's okay to work as a foreigner, but it's okay to work without making any effort. If you don't want to work, if you want to run away, just dream!
With no other choice, the Royal Army had to spread out its formation, semi-encircle the city of Ostend, and begin a tentative attack.
I paddled across lakes, crossed ditches, and stepped through swamps (and drowned several people in the swamp). I finally reached the outside of the city, and then I received a blow on the head:
When did a trench appear here?
When did so many people hide in the trench?!
There is a row of fortresses behind the trench. From the holes in the fortress, a cold light shoots out a row of alchemical crossbows...
Duke Flamengo abandoned thousands of corpses and fled in panic. Only the necromancer hiding in the fortress was left, raising his telescope and drooling at the corpses from a distance:
Corpse!
Corpse!
So many corpses!
It's a pity that the distance is too far, so we can't fish them all back. Once they are fished out, we can't process them immediately and ship them back in large quantities...
The capacity of the space bag is limited!
Hey, I feel like I have lost 100 million! My heart hurts~
Unable to advance and unable to retreat, Duke Flamengo could only reorganize his army and set up a siege outside the city. Fight today and fight tomorrow. Every day, he is looking forward to the arrival of large groups of troops from the Glorious Holy City, just like during the drought.
Wangyunni...
The Glory Holy City, the Glory Holy City was in an uproar. The Pope stood high and said nothing, the Grand Referee and the Head of the Holy Knights also did not speak. The seven or eight cardinals below made a loud noise on the table.
.
The most excited ones were not them, but a group of angry ascetic monks. They pressed the table with one hand and pointed forward with the other, their fingertips almost poking the noses of the people in the tribunal:
"Use force, use force, use force! You know how to use force all day long! Whether they are Dutch people or Ostend people, most of them are the Lamb of God! How mean are you to wield the butcher's knife at the lamb!"
"In the year of great disaster, God's people can't survive. Originally, they had to open up warehouses and do their best to provide relief to win over the people's faith and gratitude! Now it's better. Instead of providing relief, they have to mobilize troops. Once troops are mobilized, there will be
Consumption, whenever there is consumption, we must loot it!"
"This...Your Excellency..." A cardinal in black from the Tribunal said with an apologetic smile:
"When you walk in the Holy City, you see mostly the people directly shrouded in glory. Perhaps you have never seen how cunning those Dutch people are... They only recognize money and wealth in their hearts. As long as you give them money, you will
I would sell my soul to the devil..."
"Bah!" Another ascetic spat in his face on the spot:
"You speak as if no one has seen it before! Not to mention the Netherlands, the Hermon Peninsula, the New World, and even the Kingdom of Kent, I've traveled all over it! I've even been to Nevis several times!"
He stretched out his palm, turned it left and right, and thrust the two missing fingers of his right hand in front of the cardinal in black:
"The people at the lowest level are all the same. They thank whoever gives them food, and they believe in whoever allows them to survive in the face of disaster! Look what is this? Well, what is this?"
Several cardinals in black from the tribunal looked at each other, but no one dared to say a word.
This ascetic monk was originally from the Inquisition. He was seriously injured during a mission, fell into the wilderness, and was discovered by two natives of the New World. Knowing that he was bound to die, he used his last strength to treat the injury of one of the natives and passed out on the spot.
Unexpectedly, the natives repaid their kindness and desperately carried him out of the wilderness and back to the tribe. The ascetic stayed with the native tribe for a whole winter, preaching to the natives about the Lord of Glory every day, treating them, and instructing them in training.
Instruct them to identify medicinal materials...
Finally, he inspired them to return to the glory of the Lord, and he also became enlightened. He left the inquisition and became an ascetic monk. From then on, he traveled all over the mountains and rivers with a sackcloth and a wooden staff, treating and preaching to the poor people.
In thirty years, he advanced from level 8 priest to level 18 in one breath. His speed surpassed all the geniuses of the same period in the tribunal. He was about to take over the mantle of [Earthly Saint] and step into the realm of legend.
These two fingers were lost during that mission. Even though he had mastered the magic of regeneration, he still refused to let the fingers recover, saying that he wanted to always remember the revelation given to him by the Lord.
Such piety and achievements made the cardinals in black really dare not contradict him casually. A cardinal sitting in the back row just whispered:
"But rebellion must be suppressed."
"Who forced them to rebel?!" The eight-fingered ascetic monk immediately turned his head and pointed at the person who spoke:
"Of the oil and water collected, a small part is used for fighting, and a large part goes into whose pockets, you people all know! Saracon, do you have an additional manor on the outskirts of Avilia?"
"You are so slanderous!"
"I only care about the results!"
Mr. Canino, the ascetic elder and [Saint in the World], sat at the table with a sullen face. His face was at least two shades darker than the Pope. The Pope had to cough lightly and spoke slowly:
"With the enemy now, now is not the time to pursue these matters. What we are going to discuss today is: First, does the strategy against the Netherlands need to be adjusted?"
"need!"
"unnecessary!"
Several voices answered at the same time, and then, both sides of the long table glared at each other. The Pope paused the wooden stick in his hand:
"Speak slowly one by one. Tell me what is needed, and why is it needed?"
His eyes glanced at an ascetic monk sitting under Elder Canino, who bowed slightly and saluted his superior. He spoke softly, and his voice was like a song, which made people intoxicated:
"Wherever the light shines, there are the people of the Lord of Light. As shepherds, we should fulfill our responsibilities, lead them to rich pastures, give them clean drinking water, and drive away wolves and poisonous snakes for them. Unless they
Escape from the pasture, otherwise, don’t whip them without reason.”
"But they have been seduced by poisonous snakes." Across the long table, a priest in black said coldly. The ascetic monk didn't even raise his eyelids:
"The Lamb of God is weak, so we, the shepherds, are needed. However, treating those lambs with the same methods as wolves and poisonous snakes is tantamount to forcing them to grow hard horns and hooves, or even,
Drive them into the hands of the devil."
"The people of God are the foundation of the church." Another priest, wearing a white robe with gold trim and many embroideries on it, spoke next:
"I initially agreed with the use of thunder because I thought it could drive out the devil lurking in the Lamb in the short term. But now, God's people have suffered too much... They should be accepted, comforted, and led back to the right path.
.”
"If they had not rebelled, I would also agree to readmit them. However, the Dutch have raised the flag of rebellion and openly turned to heretics and heretics. The Lord's thunder and blade must strike the rebels.
of!"
"The Lord said: I see that this city is full of filth. The people in this city are rebellious and do evil. I will send down fire and brimstone to cleanse this city." The Pope recited the classics and slowly made a conclusion:
"If you have suffering and pain, you can come to church to pray, you can pray to God. However, openly raising the flag of rebellion, or even colluding with heretics and tolerating heretics is a great disrespect to the Lord. It is impossible for the Glory to accommodate these people.
"
"The glory is above."
"The glory is above!"
The clergymen bowed their heads in response. Even the ascetic elders lowered their heads slightly and twirled a string of wooden rosary beads in their hands. They only moved their mouths and made no sound. The Pope continued:
"The second issue is, what attitude should the Holy See adopt towards the demands of the nobles in the middle of Brolin Kingdom?"
"Give to the Lord what is Lord's, and give to the King what is king's." This time, it was the leader of the Holy Knights who spoke in a deep voice:
"The Holy City only cares about belief in God and does not interfere in the disturbances of the human world. As long as those nobles are loyal to the Lord of Glory and they want power on earth, that is a matter between the king and the nobles."
The Pope lowered his eyes slightly, neither nodding nor shaking his head. The chief referee immediately said:
"But at this time, they want to seek power on earth, which is equivalent to cutting off the Royal Army's retreat!"
"This is the third question. Regarding the rebellion in Ostend City and the damage to the Great Divine Magic Formation, what strategy should the Holy See adopt?"
There was an awkward silence.
Ostend, who openly raised the flag of rebellion, should naturally use thunderous means to destroy it with all his strength; however, one blow of the glorious holy sword was ineffective, and next, stronger holy power would have to be used.
The holy power either comes from the powerful men sent by the Glory Holy City and the holy weapons they carry; or it comes from the prayers and support of local believers...
And the prayers of local believers largely depend on the faces of the local lords. The lords, the nobles in the middle of the Brolin Kingdom, are working together to gain more power to establish a kingdom, or to be semi-independent of the
Brolin...
"I suggest sending two or three golden-robed archbishops with high-level holy weapons to launch divine punishment."
"I suggest sending a large army. There are high-level magicians on the opposite side to intervene. If Divine Punishment misses a single hit, or is in a period of weakness after releasing the magic, it will not be able to block the legendary attack."
"I suggest that we first gather the hearts and minds of the local people and plan for it slowly. When the summer grain harvest is harvested and the people take a breath, the people's hearts and minds will slowly come back."
"I recommend……"
****
835 more orders placed! Another record! Happy!
Please subscribe, ask for monthly tickets, ask for recommendation votes, ask for book reviews, ask for all kinds of...