Chapter 155 The public did not cross the river, but the public actually crossed the river! [4k5 2-in-1]
“You mean, the command company has already breached three fortresses, how could it be so fast?”
Horn had no time to sort out the original chaotic thoughts about Jeanne, He asked eagerly.
“How do I know?” The witch in black who came to join her spread her hands, “It can only be that the command company is too strong.”
Horn took two steps back and fell down. On the ground, could it be so fast?
According to common sense, even for the three outermost fortresses, it is possible to attack each of them for ten days and a half, or even a month or two.
A castle guarded by dozens of extraordinary knights can withstand tens of thousands of ordinary people or thousands of extraordinary knights.
At the current speed, they will reach Fort Joan of Arc in three or four days at most. How is this possible?
Taking a deep breath and suppressing the chaotic thoughts, Horn said to the witch in black: "I understand."
"You are lucky. If it were four or five nights later, God, I probably won’t be able to leave.” The witch in black sighed casually and went to the river to wait for the boat.
Horn sat under the lime tree, looking at the winding river, but didn't know what to say.
But what does this have to do with me? Fast or slow, Horn has to go.
Horn's chest was heaving violently, why should he care so much?
"Your Majesty, do you have time now?" Armand came over from the side and said hesitantly, "I have something to report to you. It is a very important matter."< br>
Horn rubbed his cheeks and said calmly: "You say it."
"We found that four of the twelve abnormal bills in 1425 can perfectly match the blue-blooded orphans."
Armand's voice was not loud, but when he opened his mouth, it was earth-shattering.
“You see, the place where the leather goods are produced is the birthplace of the blue-blooded orphans, the year is the age, and the storage time is...”
“Someone in Fort Joan is manipulating and selling blue-blood wine. "Horn seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, and he was a little unconscious for a moment, "Are those wrong accounts money laundering?"
The Blue Blood Orphanage is indeed close to Fort Joan, and next to Fort Joan, It’s really just a canal!
The most important thing is, who has laundered this money?
The one who can reach this level... No, no, no, it may not be Darnay, maybe it is the local church?
But Bulwerf from the local church is clearly Darnay’s dog?
Armand is still talking here:
“Then after our verification, we found that the income from these four transactions happened to be lost in futures.
But we discovered that the company that hedged their futures was the same chamber of commerce, called the Ruger Chamber of Commerce.
Although we did not find out the specific situation of Luger Chamber of Commerce, we found that one of the controlling shareholders of Luger Chamber of Commerce is Mr. G. "
Speaking of this, Armand suddenly changed the subject: "Your Majesty, do you still remember the locksmith thief named Haimatine? "
"Remember, why are you asking this? "
"When I was talking about this to Bonade, she was nearby. She told me that she might know who Mr. G was. ”
"How did she know?"
"She tried to escape from Castle Joan, not because of anything else, but because she saw Cass escaping from the yard when she was using the cover of the riots to steal things. Di, was killed by several bandits, and they called Casti Mr. G."
At this time, Du Vallon stuck his head out and said as if he was taking credit: "Your Majesty, at that time I was. The reason we laugh at Casti’s obituary is because his middle name is [Gee]”
“So, we guess that there is a high probability that Casti is the controlling shareholder of the Ruger Chamber of Commerce. As for the Chamber of Commerce. The actual controlling shareholder..."
Armand did not dare to say any more.
As if struck by lightning, Horn seemed to connect everything.
Casty’s status makes it impossible to manipulate these.
In 1425, Darnay succeeded to the throne. The Pope was Johnny VIII, who had always favored the north. How could he help Darnay?
Is there a possibility that Darnay is young and energetic, and threatens to break up with the church with blue blood wine.
Otherwise, why make such a big show of closing canals and land checkpoints? Aren't you just afraid that the Blue Blood Orphanage will be secretly transferred?
But why wasn't he afraid of explosion at that time?
Wait a minute, has this been going on since the time of Duke Kush’s father?
He has just succeeded to the throne and his hands are not dirty yet, so he is not afraid!
No, no, no, there is no real evidence, it's all just probability.
But what if, what if, it’s really true?
Horn sat there blankly. As a former king from Qianhe River Valley, he was actually using his own people to make wine and sell it for profit.
Wait, if the Duke had known about the blue blood wine, what was going on with his appearance that day?
His appearance, looking back now, is more of fear than surprise.
Based on this basis, if he helped the church sell alcohol and was bound to such a deep matter, would Darnay dare to rebel?
If the Duke rebels and the church reveals this, even though the local church in Qianhe River Valley collapses, won’t the Duke also lose his status?
Horn had an idea and took out the ring from his pocket. Could it be the "S" ring that the Duke was missing?
The Duke’s ring representing the family is [K.i.a.b.s], and the Duke only had [Kiab] in his hand that day.
No wonder the villager who was guarding the creek left as soon as he saw the ring in the afternoon.
He recognized it as the Duke's ring.
According to what Halkin said, the Earl of Jiba Mountain inherited a large amount of wealth from his ancestors and wanted to immigrate from Norn to France, and was still transferring wealth.
Thinking about it this way, if you change the order of these rings, wouldn't it be Kipa?
The Earl of Jiba Mountain is most likely the Duke of Kush.
In other words, the Duke is most likely planning to escape. He does not want to revolt at all, and it is very likely that the church knows about this.
You know that the Duke will not rebel, but you still send the imperial company. Aren't you afraid of forcing him to rebel?
Is it really because those Imperial Companies were able to capture the castle so quickly because they were too strong?
Then there is only one possibility.
Horn's brain was like a rusty and stuck gear. The idea was about to come out, but he just couldn't think of it.
In other words, he didn’t want to think about it.
Perhaps the Duke has already colluded with the church and the empire, and those tens of thousands of "short-haired" refugees are his gift to the empire, a ticket to the aristocratic society of the empire.
Horn stood up from the ground immediately, but his body froze again.
Go back? But what's the use of going back? Tell them to escape?
It was only then that Horn realized that the river was blocked and the 20,000 people could not leave through the waterway.
The castles and checkpoints leading to the mountains in the northeast are sealed, while the southwest is a plain and hilly terrain. In such terrain, there is no way their two legs can outrun the four legs of the Order Knight.
Not to mention that there are more than a hundred extraordinary knights and thousands of well-equipped mercenaries in Joan of Arc, as well as vassal troops.
The Duke's secret army is heard to be stationed nearby, where can they escape.
On the other hand, the only way out of the dead end of Fort Joan of Arc lies on this boat.
Unconsciously, the Duke has laid a dragnet.
Leave, this is the only way.
Standing under the lime tree, Horn looked at the slowly approaching boat. The sound of the river was so harsh.
"Your Majesty, the ship is coming."
Looking at the small galley, he suddenly felt extremely calm.
Look, a smooth road is right in front of you. As long as he steps on this ship and gives him five years, he will be the top executive of the largest secret party in Black Snake Bay.
Clockwork Technology has not continued its research.
Chizuma Town has not developed yet.
He should be true to his vision, to complete the pro-industrialization of alchemy in five years, to absorb enough funds in light industry in five to ten years, to complete the development of heavy industry in five years, and finally rely on a sea of people like clockwork guns. Spread the entire empire.
Take a step forward, step on this ship, and head to Black Snake Bay, where there is a glorious future and an empire that belongs to him alone.
Staying in the Thousand River Valley, there is only the endless quagmire of war.
It's time to go, it's time to go... It's time to go?
Horn took a step with difficulty, but the half-sword in his waist fell from his belt.
He subconsciously bent down to pick it up. The moment his hand touched the scabbard, a voice came from a distant place.
But the voice was as clear as if it was in my ears.
"Our country no longer needs knights to protect the weak." Horn lowered his head, and the scabbard lay quietly in his hand.
After Danji threw the scabbard to Horn, he charged at the 2,700 extraordinary knights. He asked Horn to build a country that did not need knights.
“Don’t let the children die in front of us old things.”
Horn held the hilt of the sword and rubbed the rough texture.
After stuffing the sword hilt into his waist, Frick raised his spear and stabbed 2,000 well-equipped mercenaries.
He prayed to Horn not to let their children die in front of their group of old people.
"I have dirty blood all over my body. I just want to drain it in order to get justice."
Horn took out half of the sword in his hand, and he broke it Yun Zhongxue has set up tombstones for thousands of blue-blooded orphans.
The nameless thief monk gave him the list and begged him to send the children home.
"What kind of time traveler am I..." Horn looked at the sword in his hand dreamily. He seemed to be able to see three tombstones.
"What kind of time traveler am I?" Horn growled in his chest through gritted teeth.
Under the moonlight, the half-hand sword made of red steel was emitting a faint red light. Horn suddenly narrowed his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at the sword carefully.
Since Brock didn't know Alvin, when he recast the sword, even though he tried his best to engrave the same inscription, he still got two wrong letters.
But just for these two letters, the inscription on the sword is no longer the noble "Snow in the Clouds", but "Blood Covers the Clouds".
"What kind of time traveler am I?"
Horn's voice was steady and indifferent, like a murmur in sleep, and he didn't know who was listening.
“I should run away as soon as possible and become a small workshop owner or a small manor owner. Such a high-level profession as the Pope and the Savior is really not suitable for me.”
"Your Majesty?" Rene Duvallon, who was beside Horn, looked at him blankly with questioning eyes. It was not just these two people.
Everyone present looked at Horn. Rather than waiting for Horn to board the ship, it was better to say that they were waiting for Horn to make a decision.
Once Armand’s conclusion was combined with the news about the witch, everyone had some idea, but they still had to wait for Horn to make a decision.
Make the final decision.
Horn always laughed at Chen Sheng and Wu Guang for being irrational, thinking that the invasion of the Western Army was not smart.
Why not build a rear? Why move around? Why don't you know that building high walls and hoarding grain will slowly lead to the king?
Why?
“Until I die, I will be the author of that paranoid town.”
Smiling self-deprecatingly, Horne lamented in the language of his hometown.
He cannot be righteous or unscrupulous. He cannot be a hero or a tyrant.
He is just an ordinary person, both in his hometown and here.
But Horn thought, there are too many heroes in the history books. One more of him is not more, and one less of him is not more.
But there are too few ordinary people in history books, pitifully few.
People always have to die, but sometimes, how you die is more important than how you live.
"Life is like a dream, and there is no limit to pleasure. How can there be anyone who is immortal?"
In such a situation, Horn should want to recite two death poems, like what? It's the same as "I'm smiling to the sky from my horizontal sword" and "Fifty years of life".
But after all, he doesn't have this talent. His level of knight poetry is just a rough one. He can only endorse it, but that's enough.
With a soft groan, he pulled out all the blood covering the clouds in his hand from the scabbard. The sharp red light seemed to be able to cut through the moonlight.
"The public did not cross the river, but the public actually crossed the river, laughing and turning the tragic song into a triumphal song!"
The blood-covered clouds exuded a strange red light, buzzing and shaking, as if they were roaring.
With a sudden chuckle, Horn returned the sword to its sheath. He looked around at everyone present, his eyes were terrifyingly bright:
"Sissi, Grampwin, I have something to do and I have to go back to Castle Joan of Arc. You guys should go first."
The air suddenly became quiet for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the boy army who had been carrying luggage onto the ship immediately gathered around.
“Papa, let’s go with you.”
“Do you know what I’m going to do?”
"I know." Du Valon nodded fiercely.
"I'm going to die, do you want to follow me?" Leaning the Blood Covering Cloud and Sheath on his shoulder, Horn didn't look like a swordsman, but like a farmer carrying a hoe.
"You have a reason to go back, and so do I." Rene replied.
Horn smiled and ruffled Rene's hair.
Sissi sighed and jumped off the boat: "It's okay if you don't mention it. When you mention it, I also remember that I forgot to do something."
"You, you..." the witch asked in disbelief, "Do you know that this place will soon be massacred by the Order Company?"
At the same time, Kesei walked past her, he Still speechless, he just dragged his heavy and strong body and jumped from the board to the shore.
Then, one by one, those who followed Horn, even Sisi, jumped from the ship.
“That’s my hometown.” Sisi said with a trembling body.
Grampwen held Dia's hand and looked towards Horn.
"Go ahead." Dia touched Grampwin's face with nostalgia.
"But..."
"The person I married will not stay on the ship at this time. Don't worry, we will meet again."
Finally After taking a deep look at Dia's face, Grampwin jumped over the river and walked behind Horn.
Looking at the old, weak, sick and the stunned witches on the boat, Horn told them: "I will trouble you to send the remaining people to Black Snake Bay."
"Are you really going back to Castle Joan of Arc?"
"Goodbye." Without answering, Horn just smiled and waved to the witch, turned around and left.
"This, this..." The witch turned her head and saw the crowd gradually walking away. She asked the majestic old man in the cabin, "Great Wizard Paslik, what should we do now?"
"I just came to see what he was like." In the shadows, an old man named Paslik stepped out of the cabin, "The heir Meliati chose for me, I..."
"Hey!" Horn's head popped up from the hillside, and the old man instantly retracted into the cabin, even losing one of his shoes.
"I almost forgot, tell Carrie..." Horn shouted loudly towards the river, "Don't come looking for my bones. The place where I am buried is my hometown, and its name is-"
< br>"Free Thousand Valleys!"
After saying these final farewell words, Horn did not look back and walked towards Castle Joan of Arc.
Behind him, Grampvin, Jeshka, Koce... everyone was there.
Under the starlight at night, everything is quiet and beautiful. Under the stars, Horn and his companions are moving forward against the cold wind.
"Eighty acres of good land..."
Horn suddenly sang, singing more cheerfully than at any other time.
"There is also a gentle and good in-law..."
Jeshka sang after Horn's singing.
“If a child can successfully reach adulthood, he can build a house as an adult...”
By the end, everyone was singing, with cheerful voices as if they were on an autumn outing.
"I grow my own food, and the more I work, the more I will harvest..."
In front of them was Castle Joan of Arc hidden in the shadow in the distance.
It is like a giant beast with its bloody mouth open.
(End of this chapter)