Chapter 252 Let the Monk Go First
North Mound County is different from plain counties such as Longsand County. Mountains occupy most of its land area.
The entire North Mound County is divided into two main narrow river valleys by three extended mountain ranges of the Longmian Mountains, the Hematite Mountains, the Amethyst Mountains and the Obsidian Mountains.
The southern valley is crossed by the Silver Thread River, and the Duchy of Hema Stone basically represents the entire southern valley.
The agriculture in North Mound County is basically concentrated in these two river valleys. The middle valley has the most arable land and is the area occupied by the church.
There are a large number of religious landowners scattered here. The Whitewater Castle Church annexed a large number of local Qianhehe Valley lords' real estate during the Battle of Codfish Castle ten years ago through donations and misappropriation of inheritance.
Then don’t blame the lords who had their property embezzled for fighting back.
"Your Excellency Spirotechu, please go this way." The youngest son of Baron Fengsong stood in the bushes and pointed at the monastery in front of him, bending over.
Spirotechu has always been a taciturn old man. He looked at the monastery located in the mountains and just nodded lightly.
Even though it is just a monastery, the power of this monastery is unimaginable.
With the outer layer of high walls, trenches and towers for protection, it is in a certain sense a small bunker.
There will be some temple knights and armored sergeants stationed in each monastery, as well as a large number of armed peasants.
In a place like Mountain County with fierce folk customs, it is actually similar to a colonial military fortress in a certain sense.
If they were to gather the militia, it would take a lot of time to defeat them.
“My people have investigated, today happens to be market day, and the gates of the monastery are open.”
"It's this time, why are they..." Steve, with a square face, looked at the soldiers lazily leaning against the wall, but couldn't say the second half of the sentence.
There is a reason for the bishops' slackness. They are not afraid of any uprising, because they are backed by the largest supernatural religious organization in the empire - the Church of Messiah.
There have been countless uprisings, large and small, have they ever been successful?
Changing the soup without changing the medicine is just killing a few low-level monks and then using them to protest. There are very few people who dare to kill bishops or even first-level nobles such as counts and dukes.
Aristocratic society is a whole, and religious aristocrats are also part of the aristocratic circle.
They could fight among themselves and kill each other, but they would never allow their slaves, the lowly peasants, to kill their noble enemies.
Nobles and priests are all our own people.
Anyone who dares to kill nobles, especially religious nobles, will face the collective suppression of nobles who hold the core of extraordinary power.
It’s just that they never thought that a noble like Meliati would actually dare to kill the bishop of the county or parish.
“Feel sorry for the enemy?” Spirotechu picked up a nearly two-meter-long nail-headed war hammer from another pack horse, “Isn’t this just what I want?”
Fifty knights in full armor led their horses and walked slowly through the bushes and groves until they reached the best charging position.
"Hema Stone Knight, charge!"
Getting on his horse, Spirotechu raised the warhammer in his hand high and jumped up from the bushes, the air flow rolled up The remaining leaves of winter are blown away.
"Charge!"
Fifty knights riding horses or donkeys and mules followed Spilotechu and rushed straight towards the direction of the monastery.
The vibrating sound of horse hooves silenced everyone for a moment, and they even looked at the rushing knights blankly.
It was not until the skull of the first armored sergeant who blocked the road was hit hard by a war hammer that his brains and bone fragments flew all over the sky. Screams and cries started with a delay.
“It’s the Robber Knight!”
“Help, God bless you!”
“Damn civilians, get out of the way and let the monk go first.”< br>
The civilians and soldiers present obviously did not expect this. This was near Whitewater Castle!
They screamed and fled in all directions. In the crowded crowd, the armored sergeants were pushed and swayed left and right, unable to gather.
The mountain knights riding donkeys and mules quickly dismounted, formed an array of five to ten people, and began to fight on foot.
The slender two-handed sword wielded blood and accurately harvested the heads of the resisters.
Every time the war hammer is swung, a corpse can be seen flying out. In the surging crowd, the white horse is dyed pink with blood.
Like a sailboat riding the wind and waves, Spirotechu moved resolutely towards the gate of the monastery.
“Close the door, close the door quickly!”
Seeing Spirotechu getting closer and closer, the abbot of the monastery shouted at the top of his lungs and jumped to give instructions among the people who were fleeing randomly.
The strong monks and armed farmers put their shoulders to the gate and struggled to push it. Seeing that there was only a one-foot gap left, the gate could be closed.
But a huge force came from behind the door, and a war hammer was driven by a skinny arm, and a monk was immediately hammered out. The twenty mountain knights following Spirotechu filed in, slashing the black monks crazily with the knight swords in their hands.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the gate of the monastery had been breached.
“Kneel down and don’t kill! Kneel down and don’t kill!”
“Are you crazy?” Seeing the abbot of the monastery being beheaded by Spirotechu’s sword, the monks could not exclaimed with confidence.
“It seems you still haven’t understood the situation!” Steve, who was following Spirotechu, laughed. “The church conspired to usurp the title of Duke of Hema Stone and kill Melia. Mention your teacher Juano
Yesterday, your Bishop Resit organized a conspiracy against our Lord, and was personally killed by His Excellency Meliati!
The Church was clearly tyrannical in regard to Blue Blood Wine and the death of Juanno, violating the teachings of the Messiah.
In order to safeguard the pure faith of Messila, Your Excellency Meliati will carry a knife into the flying stream to clear out the rotten insects in the church.
Huh...don't you understand yet? The Duchess of Hema Stone has declared war on the Church of Thousand Valleys! ”
After Steve said these words, all the monks and priests present were speechless for at least three seconds.
When they fully realized what they were facing, some smart people had their legs weak and fell to the ground.
Ignoring these monks, Heman took out a simple map from his pocket. He checked the direction and said to the youngest son of Baron Fengsong: "I leave this place to you."< br>
"The whole army will rest for a quarter of an hour, target, Whitewater Castle!"
Seven Elms Town, in front of the Knights Hall.
The rye-skinned knight on the red horse, Mo Ruo, squinted his small eyes and read out Meliati's order carefully.
When he heard that his eldest son was named the lord of Warwick Town, and that his younger son was named the lord of Seven Elms Town, nothing more happened, the old lord stood there blankly.
“What about me?” With a dark face, the Lord of Qiyushu Town pointed at himself in disbelief and asked.
"Old Lord, you have been busy all your life, and you should have enjoyed the blessings long ago." Mo Ruo put away the scroll, "Sir Meliyati has prepared a country villa for you to retire in..."
"Damn you, you devils, you devils, you don't keep your word!" The lord of Qiyushu Town roared, not paying any attention to the cold sweat on the foreheads of the people around him.
"Old lord, I am a straightforward person, please forgive me." Mo Ruo stepped forward and said in that honest tone, "There are all my knights outside, I can kill my whole family at any time, you only have Two options, either go to Cold Spring Castle vertically or go to Cold Spring Castle horizontally.”
The old lord's eyes widened and he was about to retort when he felt someone behind him tugging at the hem of his clothes.
Turning his head, his two sons, who were once at odds with each other, were pulling at his clothes in unison.
Looking at Mo Ruo in front of him, and then turning to look at his two sons as if they were meeting for the first time, his face turned pale.
With trembling lips, the old lord could no longer stand still and sat down on the ground: "I, I'm going to Cold Spring Castle."
Changfeng Castle, in the fields outside the castle.
Overturned chariots and forts, horses with broken legs, and haystacks ignited by rockets emitted billowing black smoke.
The few remaining puddles of snow on the roadside were dyed red with the blood of knights. The ambush temple knights were tied with iron chains and pressed to their knees on the roadside.
In neat queues, thousands of infantry mountain knights slowly moved forward amidst the sound of metal collision.
On the roadside, the black horse knight Heman, whose arm was bandaged, was holding a swift sword and stood in front of the Baron of Longfeng Castle with a smile.
The gray-haired Baron of Changfeng Castle knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and kept muttering: "Please, please, I can pay the ransom."
"How much bounty did they offer?"
"Three, three thousand gold pounds."
"Oh, so much?" Herman raised the baron's chin with his swift sword, and the two The knight had already arrived carrying a large box of gold pounds.
Kicking open the box, Herman picked up a greasy gold pound, which shone with golden light in the sun.
"Do you like gold pounds?" He reached out and crushed the baron's chin. He smiled and stuffed a large handful of gold into the mouth of Baron Changfeng Castle. "If you like it, eat more!"
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..."
Not long after, the old baron rolled his eyes, foamed at the corners of his mouth, and fell down clutching his bulging belly, while his sons were hanging on the on the tree.
Wiping the blood on his hands with a handkerchief, Herman asked the attendant: "Have the bodies of the young men been placed?"
"All have been placed."
"Okay, then, let's go to Changfeng Fort!"
(End of this chapter)