Chapter 256 For Victory
“Now, attack now?”
Standing outside the door, Boritz tilted his body slightly, trying to hear the voices in the conference hall clearly, but was guarded by the doorman The war monk of the Guards forced him back with his eyes.
"Yes." Horn sat at one end of the long table and calmly stared at the many elders present.
After struggling to read the document in his hand, Thomas raised his hand hesitantly: "Your Majesty, I don't quite understand."
"What don't you understand?"
"Look, our preparations are not sufficient. Many war monks have not been able to meet the standards you set..."
"The standards are dead. , people are alive." Horn waved, "There is never a time when everything is ready."
"Or we can wait for another two days. Now that the two families are revolting, they may be transferred to Fort Joan. Suppress it with more troops, that way, our good boys will die less," Hakuto said with a frown.
“We don’t have enough supplies.” Armand shook the account book in his hand, “We can last for another ten days at most.”
"Your Majesty, actually..." One of the elders raised his hand and said, "As you know, Daze Township has rich fish resources. When spring comes, we can rely on fishing to survive the spring famine.
Qiumu Island There are still many abandoned fields. As long as we use more hard work to grow radishes that can mature quickly, we might be able to survive for a few more days.
If there is any shortage, we can still smuggle it from Fort Joan of Arc. .
I have calculated that based on the efficiency of the scroll spinning machine, as long as we expand production and import wool from them and then spin it into cloth, we can make enough money to buy daily necessities. ”
After a period of suffocating silence, Horn sighed softly.
He stood up from his seat, put his hands on the table, and looked at everyone present:
“Most of our food and supplies are smuggled to us by the people of Fort Joan who risk their lives.
They have families and houses, help us smuggle, and do not report us, just because we give them hope.
They hope that we can defeat the church and divide the fields as we did before. Return it to them.
This promise is also our legal principle. You can think of it as a contract between us and the people of Fort Joan
They paid for their support on time, so we have to deliver on our promise on time. ”
After Horn finished speaking, most of the senior management were silent or lowered their heads and thinking about something.
But as far as Horn was concerned, a large part of them were Being distracted, only a small part of them was thinking.
Standing under the head of the dog named "Stag", Horn did not disturb them, but gave them some time to digest and digest.
“Don’t think of three months as a dead promise. "Changing his train of thought, Horn knocked on the table, "To view this war as a continuation of the bloody battle at Fort Joan of Arc, do you still remember why we fought against the Duke at Fort Joan of Arc? ”
The officers, bishops and senators were all stunned.
Involuntarily, long dragons composed of torches, knights rolling down the long bridge, and the ground and river stained red with blood appeared in front of my eyes.
At that time, they were fighting not to be slaughtered, fighting for their dead relatives and friends, and fighting for those who were unwilling and wronged.
In the end, they knew that they were no match for the enemy for the time being, so they chose to enter the Black Bone Swamp and slowly accumulate strength for revenge.
Horn looked at the senior officials whose expressions were gradually changing: "Now that Archduke Meliati has launched an uprising, the previous letter of favor is invalid. Do you think the City Hall of Fort Joan of Arc can restrain the mercenaries? ?
The reason why people in the Duchy of Kush can still work and live a stable life is because the news about Meliati has not yet fully spread.
If word spreads completely, Meliyati becomes the target of public criticism, and Castle Joan of Arc, which is protected by her, what do you think its fate will be? "
The elders moved their chairs restlessly, and many people's faces began to turn slightly red.
Life on Qiumu Island is more comfortable than they imagined. They have almost forgotten that this is just a transit place. Station.
“Although our lives have become stable, this stability was obtained by the people of Fort Joan and the people of Qianhe Valley through suffering.
The earlier we set out, the earlier we would have saved them from suffering. Do you want our fellow believers to still sink in pain? "
The voice echoed in the conference room, and Horn's young voice actually contained a bit of the majesty of the Holy Father.
"Don't run away, keep your original intention in mind! Think about it, why are we here? "
After a brief silence, Elder Sarkis stood up first and loudly said: "I support going to war! "
"I support all decisions made by the Pope. ”
"Agree!"
"I agree! Your Majesty, you are virtuous!"
In the midst of a chaotic expression, Horn slapped his right hand heavily on the table, disappearing except for him. All voices except:
"Then the date of the expedition will be set as the day after tomorrow, that is, February 16th."
On the evening of the end of the meeting, the amphitheater was overcrowded. Brune was crowded in the crowd, between countless pairs of calves and knees, walking slowly against the flow of people towards his reserved seat.
Judging from the cheers in my ears, His Majesty the Pope’s speech has already begun.
But the level of the senators destined them to be unable to maintain good order, making Brune's small group of people still unable to reach their intended position.
According to the notice issued in the afternoon, each ten households must send three to five people to the site to participate.
This usually involves sending a prestigious adult head of the family to act as a representative of public opinion.
Brune had no family, but as a war monk he was elected as one of the representatives of the people.
As for what His Majesty the Pope is going to announce, as a war monk, the chaplain of Brune's legion has already hinted.
Probably, a war is about to begin.
“...Look at it, the wheat farmers can only eat wheat bran, the weavers have no clothes, the bricklayers live in thatched houses, but the wet nurses have to sell their sons!”
“What kind of life do we live!”
Finally sitting on the volcanic ash stone seat, Brune raised his head and looked at Horn in the center of the semicircular stage.
Today, Horn did not wear his papal robes, but put on the Chapter Master's uniform customized for Horn by the Ministry of Holy Forging Garment Workshop.
It was a long coat that was more fitted and neatly ironed, with a short cape sewn on the shoulders to the crook of the legs.
Embroidered on the cloak is a red sun with gold edges, which represents that there are no two suns in the sky, no two saints in the country, and there is only one sun in the Holy See, and that is Pope Horn.
As for the cardinals, they also received archbishop's robes that looked like military uniforms, with a huge French word "Piety" embroidered on the back.
As for those officers at the level of legion commander, the military uniform is similar to the bishop's uniform, except that the word "loyalty" is embroidered on the back of the cloak sewn on the shoulders.
At this moment, Horn was standing behind the podium on the high platform. As he spoke, the flames on the torches erected next to the theater were shaking.
His voice is accurately transmitted to everyone's ears through the theater's special sound channel design and the bronze urn buried beside the steps.
Almost every pause he made was met with almost unstoppable applause and cheers.
“...human beings are all the sons of Adam and Eve. Regardless of their surname or country, they all come from the same ancestor in terms of body, and they all come from the hands of the Holy Father in terms of soul!
Why did humans live and work in peace and contentment in the ancient world, but why did there be so much suffering and trouble later?
It’s just that the devil came out of hell and came to the land of peace to deceive and seduce people.
The world always regards priests and nobles as surrogate herdsmen, but they have never thought that from the beginning in Anle Township, human beings are human beings and everyone is equal.
Although there are bishops and kings, they will still respect the common people and will not oppress them. The bishops and kings are elected from among the common people.
So where did the bishops we redeemed from our teachers and the kings passed down from father to son come from?
They have evil intentions. They do not come from the Kingdom of Heaven. Human beings are originally good at heart. If they do not come from the human world, they can only come from Hell!
Since they came from Hell, their identities are self-evident.
That is the devil and the devil!
Otherwise, how could they swallow the blood of our relatives and friends, take away our life-saving food rations, and destroy the homes where we live?
How did the Kingdom of the Holy Father become like this? It is the devil who is dragging our world into hell.
Today, there is the revolt of Catherine, a devout believer in Rapid City, in the west, and Melia, a devout believer in Cold Spring Castle, is revolting in the north.
The devil has appeared, should we, the Salvation Group, still stop moving forward? Don’t our war monks exist just to save the world? ”
Speaking of this, Horn took a breath and straightened his back. Under the stage, the dancing firelight reflected in countless angry pupils.
It’s time. .
“I declare! "Horn stretched out his right hand, as if to shake hands with everyone, "Starting immediately, in order to clear out the devils in the church, the Salvation Legion will launch a grand trial against the Thousand Valley Church.
We will fight, and keep fighting, until the devil is wiped out of the church! Until this dying world is saved!
Blessed by the Holy Lord, we hold high the banner of salvation and will judge everything fairly and repay all blood debts and grievances! "
"For our dead children! "I don't know who suddenly shouted.
This sentence was like a stone thrown into the lake. The ripples caused made countless people stand up and shout.
"For those who suffered injustice! "A craftsman stepped on the railing.
"For dignity, for freedom, for fairness!" A blind low-level monk from Qianhe River Valley shouted angrily while grabbing the flagpole.
Everyone stood up, and all the words continued to converge. In the echo of the hall, their words turned into a uniform shout:
"For victory!"
“For victory!!”
(End of this chapter)