The brief conflict in the castle backyard ended quickly.
As soon as Munn left, naturally no one among the Holy Knights came forward to challenge a magician.
Moreover, the Holy Knights know very well that most of the more than 200 cavalry in the Borabel Castle at the moment are members of the Royal Legion responsible for protecting the princess when she travels south. In addition to the Holy Church Knights and the Knights Templar, the Holy Church has
In total, there were eight knights, twenty or thirty attendants, and seven or eight servants, and there was no one else.
The Phillies are just outside the castle and may launch an attack at any time. The defense of the castle relies on the soldiers of the Royal Legion and the only magician, Mrs. Ellen, as the main force!
Moon walked up to the roof of the main building with a cold face.
As he went up the spiral staircase, the monk kept his head lowered and his hands behind his back. The cross on his chest swayed with his meditative steps, shining brightly in the sunset light cast from the high window.
Standing on the stone bridge connecting the main building and the auxiliary building, Moon raised his head.
The sky has gradually dimmed as the last light of the setting sun converges before sinking into the sea.
Outside the castle, hundreds of Philip's cavalry were galloping on horseback. The forest of lances flashed with cold light, and Philip's military flags rustled in the wind.
More Fei Lie soldiers have camped in the distance. Big trees have been knocked down, and the stone walls of small buildings have been torn down. In just one or two prayers, the tents and stoves have been built.
A camp wall surrounded by tree trunks and stones was set up. Infantry and cavalry came in and out, either taking over the defense or mobilizing and deploying in an orderly manner.
Everyone looked silently at Fei Lie's army, which had surrounded the castle. They were silent for a moment.
"Lord George, when will the Feili people launch an attack?" Moon supported the stone bridge parapet with one hand, and held the cross on his chest with the other hand, stroking it slowly with his fingers.
"Brother Moon," George stared into the distance and said, "these Feili people took a detour from the mountainous area, and passed through many mountains and ridges along the way. It is impossible to carry siege equipment. Therefore, we are still safe today. If I estimate
If this is correct, the Feili people should build siege equipment overnight and launch an attack at noon or evening tomorrow."
"In your opinion," Moon looked around the castle, his emotionless eyes sweeping over the soldiers who were waiting solemnly on the city wall and the civilians who were helping to carry rocks, wood and oil cans, "How long can we support it?"
"It's hard to say." George frowned slightly and said: "Based on a rough estimate, Philip has invested at least more than a hundred knights here. The cavalry troops may have reached thousands. If these people are to attack the city, they may not be enough, but they will be needed.
It's enough to trap us here. I just don't know if they have more troops behind them."
"Decircle the cavalry from the mountainous area and capture a port," Moon sneered, turning to look at George, "Mr. George, do you think they have no other intentions?"
George thought for a moment, then woke up and said, "You mean, Philip's naval fleet!"
Moon nodded and said: "If nothing goes wrong, the Feili people should be able to transport their infantry via battleships soon. After all, it is too difficult for such a small number of people to gain a foothold in Lulian Province. The Fei Lie people
No matter how powerful the cavalry is, it is impossible for them to complete such a mission."
After hearing Moon's words, George and the knights behind him suddenly changed their expressions.
Moon is a literary monk.
In the Holy See, this kind of person is equivalent to a secular wise man. He has little fighting ability. Whether he can be valued by the superior depends entirely on his vision and intelligence.
Although Moon is not considered a confidant of the Pope, he may be able to become one of the Pope's men by virtue of his status as a literary monk. His knowledge and intelligence are probably much higher than ordinary people.
Therefore, no one doubts Moon's speculation.
In fact, according to the experience of George and others, this is almost certainly what will happen. However, everything from the encounter with the Feili people to now happened so fast that they had no time to think carefully.
For a moment, George and others felt a little bitter in their mouths.
Speaking of which, as members of the Holy See and the Holy See Knights in the Saint Solan Empire, they have no affection for this country. It can even be said that they are the group of people who most hope that the royal family of the Saint Solan Empire will fall.
However, the Holy See is not monolithic. Although the current Pope Nicholas II has unfathomable strength, he is already old. The next generation of Popes will be born among the three Popes from the three empires!
The Pope of the St. Solan Empire is obviously not willing to become the Pope of a perishing empire, let alone be the subordinate of the Pope of the Philip Empire. Therefore, no matter what, their interests are tied to this country.
Together, they cannot be separated.
What's more important is that according to the mainland's knight rules, every knight has the obligation and responsibility to assist the side he is in in defensive operations.
In other words, since they are in the Borabel Castle at this moment, George and others must fight for the castle.
There are two reasons. First, the Saint Solan Empire encountered an invasion, and second, they happened to be guests of Borabel Castle.
These two items are enough to tightly tie several Holy Knights to the boat of Polabel. And once they escape from the battle or even fall to the enemy, they will not be punished by the Saint Solan royal family. The Knights Palace alone will deprive them of their rights.
Knight titles and wanted notices are enough to send them to the eighteenth level of hell!
This is a recognized rule among all knights - if you have the strength, you can even do evil, but you can't lose face. For knights, the crime of running away from battle is the same as the dirty and despicable crime of rape, and it is far more serious than being a slut.
The fallen knight who looted, killed and filled his hands with blood was even more despised.
Knights are a hierarchical class with strict systems and standards.
The people and rules and systems of this class also form the core cornerstone of human society. Whether they are civilians, knights or nobles, everyone must abide by it. Not to mention that the Holy See will not be willing to offend all knights and openly challenge the rules.
He is willing, and no one would do such a thing for a few little knights who are greedy for life and afraid of death.
Seeing the pale faces of George and others, Moon said calmly: "Actually, we all know that the Philip Empire launched this attack with the tacit approval of the Pope. However, before the Holy See made a public announcement, we happened to
Just a few unlucky guys stuck in Borabel."
His fingers tapped lightly on the parapet, and his eyes fell on the crowd in Borabel's backyard.
Across the city wall, the Phillies outside and the defenders inside formed two opposing worlds. Soon, these people would fight to the death on the city wall.
"If there is an opportunity, find a way to contact the Feili people." Moon said calmly: "The most important thing is to ensure our own safety and form a certain tacit understanding with the other party. Otherwise, once the city is broken, none of us will be able to
I can't run away. No matter what ambitions I have, I can't do anything without my life."
In silence, George and others looked at each other and nodded slowly.
Anyway, the main force resisting the Feili people is the Royal Legion and Baron Borabel. As long as they are in the front, and they and others do not take part unless absolutely necessary, there will always be room for them.
Moon's eyes finally fell on the blacksmith's workshop.
The crowd had dispersed, the princess went back to the room, and the injured Vatican guard was also helped away. Only Mrs. Ellen, Baron Brian, Hugo and others were left in the backyard, discussing the defensive arrangements and calling continuously.
People came and pointed at the city walls and guard towers.
And the big-headed boy, who was openly protected by the royal knights, had already begun repairing weapons in front of the iron furnace. Several royal sergeants and blacksmiths gathered around him, watching intently as he kept raising the falling hammer in his hand.
"Lord George, you said that the guy who is very close to the princess is him, right?" Moon's cold eyes stared at Roy like a snake seeing its prey.
"Yes!" George nodded with fierce eyes.
Moon turned his head and saw the graceful figures of Princess Aleshia and Susan behind several pots of flowers on the balcony of the room on the second floor of the main building. Following the princess's gaze, his eyes saw the boy again.
"Roy..." Moon silently recited the name that he hated when he heard it from the hunting area. He coldly said to George behind him: "Find an opportunity and kill him!"