Chapter 95 All matters in the Papal State are decided by thousands of votes
In the evening, the rain stopped for a while.
Wet wood burns with a pungent smell of smoke.
The stiff bodies were impaled on fine spiked wooden stakes, and the corpses of mercenaries were lying on the ground.
Walking on the open space of this level, you can feel an obvious slippery and sticky feeling under your feet, which is blood mixed with rain.
The originally yellowish land was dyed a bit like brown.
In front of the messy camp, both Cleonte and Berard looked gloomy.
They never expected that that group of hillbilly mobs could pull off such a silky little combo and take away the camp in one piece.
"What's wrong with your camp? It's such a strict checkpoint, but you didn't even report the letter!" Berard was the first to complain.
Kleonte turned his head sharply, almost touching the tip of Berard's nose with his finger: "I still want to ask you? How did those short hairs wear the clothes of your Bai Maple mercenary group? of clothes?”
"I only know that it was not me, Berard, who let Shorthair go, but you!"
"Yes, yes, they were still wearing the clothes of your Bai Feng mercenary group when they left!" "
"I'm just an agent. The Bai Feng Mercenary Group is a Bai mercenary group. There are many captains inside. Who knew they actually have a captain-level undercover here?"
"I. Look, the biggest undercover in the Bai Feng mercenary group is you!”
The two stood in front of the gap in the wooden stakes and cursed each other for almost five minutes, then they gasped and said nothing.
"At this point, there is no other way." Cleonte suppressed the resentment in his heart, "Let's not play with two commanders. We each choose a direction and don't interfere with each other. Whoever catches him wins. "
"Better!" Berard turned around and walked away. He turned back again and said to Cleonte, "I must tell you this. His Royal Highness Prince Condai. "
"It's up to you."
Clement snorted. Berard was just a relative of a certain knight. If he could report it. There is really a ghost on Prince Condai's head.
Besides, if we really want to talk about it, Berard may not be reasonable.
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The blades of grass are intertwined like the fingers of a wizard in a fairy tale. On the road that is at most two people wide, a long dragon-like team moves forward quickly.
The chaotic steps, with the friction sound of armor rings clashing, the bottom ends of spears and crutches are all solidified with thick soil.
On their left was a dark forest, and on their right were towering mountains. In contrast to those mountains, Horn and others were like ants at the feet of a giant.
To the east of the Gaotai Mountains are the five mountainous counties of River River, South Mound County, North Mound County, Mound County and North County on the Thousand River Valley.
Among them, Upper River County, where Horn is located, is half mountainous and half plain.
The basin located in the lower reaches of the Nauan River is composed of the four plain counties of Hotam County, Kasha County, Langsand County, and Lower River County.
However, the plains are only relative to the mountains. There is still a huge gap between the rolling hills of these four counties and the endless plains like Windmill Field and Flower Hill.
Pingyuan County only occupies one-third of the entire Thousand River Valley, but it sits on nearly half of the cultivated land and has more than half of the population of the entire Thousand River Valley.
Coming down from the Gaotai Mountains, the land Horn stepped on was already the junction of South Mound County and Lower River County. Further south was Langsand County-Horn and others. destination.
Horn and others did not take the King's Road built by the empire, but chose a more remote path.
From this path to Blackbone Swamp, you will have to go around a longer distance, almost five miles more.
Although the King's Road is closer, you have to cross a wooden bridge and a checkpoint. But rather than being caught by those mercenaries or blocked in front of the checkpoint, Horn decided to be careful and not gamble on that possibility.
On this path, some refugees would occasionally appear randomly. They just looked at Horn's team from a distance and did not approach.
After all, the shiny silver armor on those black-clad soldiers is no joke.
These armors are plate breastplates, a bit like iron plate vests, with a hard leather hem sewn on the lower edge of the plate armor up to the thighs to protect the crotch.
In the battle just now, in addition to the armor seized from the Bai Feng mercenaries, Horn also took away five small carriages and more than 20 mules and horses from the mountain mercenary camp.
Walking with the mules, horses and carriages were Bonade, Hakuto and those who followed Hakuto, a total of six prisoners of war.
They were stripped of all their armor and weapons, their hands tied behind their backs, and tied with a rope to the slowly moving carriage.
As they walked, Hakuto was still observing these black-clad soldiers.
Hakuto is forty-eight years old this year. He has been a mercenary since he was fourteen years old. He has never seen such a mob.
If this is a group of soldiers, Hakuto has to say, they are far from it, and they need to practice more.
But if this group of people were just farmers a month ago, Hakuto had to stand up and watch.
“How do you feel?”
"A bunch of rabble! I feel they are not as powerful as the Bai Feng mercenary group." Hakuto was still sarcastic.
"Are you being stubborn? Are you being a little stubborn?" Jeshka held on to the edge of the cart and walked forward: "Can a group of rabble walk across the mountains? A group of rabble can defeat you. Hakuto?"
"Humph." Hakuto spat on the ground, "Did you come up with this fake camp? We haven't seen each other for a few years. Are you working for the secret party?" br>
“These are not what I thought.” Jeshka shook his head and looked at Horn, whose calf was trembling but still forced himself to move forward. “This is what His Majesty Sheng Sun came up with.”
"Stop putting gold on your master's face." Hakuto stepped forward awkwardly with his hands tied behind his back, "I heard from Brother Bonade that he was just a farmer before."
"No, including the real and fake camps, marching regulations, logistics management, income and expenditure of the holy treasury, and even recipes, all are almost handled by the Holy Sun Mian." Jeshka's greasy long hair stuck to his round face.
If Horn were here, he would probably cry. If this group of green-skinned insects couldn't handle something, how could he want to do it all by himself?
They were all forced out. The time-telling chicken in the Gulag monastery is still staring at Horne in the pot every day.
“If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have gotten here.”
Hakuto turned his head, obviously not believing what Jeshka said.
"I don't need to lie to you." Jeshka's leisurely voice came from the side, "I am also very confused, is it possible that there is really a person who is born with knowledge?"
"Maybe he learned it in Paradise Mountain ." Hakuto's tone was full of sarcasm.
Without responding to Hakuto's words, Jeshka walked forward some distance.
“You see, in our team, only the old, weak, women, children, and the sick can ride in carriages. The rest of the bishops, and even His Majesty the Pope, have to walk.
You are cooperating with the church Duo, you yourself are a devout Messiah believer, tell me, can the bishops of the church do this?
Compared with people in the church, don't you think His Majesty Horne, who eats the same food, walks the same way, and wears the same clothes as everyone else, is more like a pope? "
Hakuto paused, and then continued to walk forward.
Jeshka wanted to speak again, but saw a child soldier running quickly from the front army: " Commander of Jeshka Corps, Wan Piao comes to see you if there is any emergency. ”
(End of this chapter)